New York

Blaine was holding Kurt, trying his hardest to keep him warm and to stop the shaking, but he wasn't able to do anything. Wes had left some pills for pain, but with the way Kurt's stomach was right now, he couldn't swallow anything. Still, Blaine kept up stroking Kurt and whispering loving things into his ear to try and keep him calm. Kurt had curled into Blaine's embrace and had his ear over Blaine's heart to listen to the faithful beating. This could calm him when nothing else worked.

The door opened to admit Wes, who was dressed and brought his leather bag with him. Not taking time for chitchat, he got his instruments out and put a probe in Kurt's ear for a moment and looked at it.

"Low grade fever," he said, then began drawing a liquid into a syringe, shooting it into another bottle and shaking it to mix the contents, and drawing the result back into the syringe.

"Blaine, pull his pajamas down in back, this has to be intramuscular and it hurts more in the arm," Wes directed. Blaine sat up and did as he was directed, baring Kurt's butt cheek for the injection.

"This will stop the nausea and make the headache a bit less. I don't want to give him too much of the pain medication to start, he'll need it more later. I called in to the hospital and my partner is taking my place today so I can stay here with Kurt," Wes said, patting Blaine's arm.

"Thanks, Wes. I owe you," he said, his gratefulness showing in his voice.

"No problem, not only is it my job, but I've grown quite fond of Kurt," he said, smiling at Blaine's Sub. Kurt tried to smile, but it was a poor attempt.

Wes got out an IV set and put it in Kurt's arm. The Sub didn't even flinch.

"Okay, with this I can give you the fluids you are going to need along with a muscle relaxant that will calm those shivers down until you stop shaking. Kurt, I know this is scary but you will be just fine. Your body is craving the Synthetic Dom Chem now that you've had two injections. Remember I warned you about the withdrawal?" Wes asked and Kurt nodded.

"You body will go through this for a while, but I can give you things to treat the symptoms. Unfortunately I don't have anything to take it away completely, but I can help you. You are strong, Kurt, one of the strongest Subs I have ever seen, so I know you can beat this. I can tell you that it will last about one full day, then you will slowly regain your strength. By the time the flowers are blooming on the trees in Central Park, you'll be well enough to walk there yourself. Okay?" Wes asked.

"Yes, Dr. Wes," Kurt managed.

Blaine smiled at his Sub, then at his best friend. He mouthed 'thank you" to Wes before kissing Kurt's head once again.

A knock came at the door and Burt entered, a tray in his hands.

"I thought you might like something to eat and some coffee. Mrs. Rose and I fixed this, and I'll leave it on the coffee table over here if you want anything. How is he doing?"

Wes smiled at Burt, "He is doing fairly well. It's a hard thing to put your body through, but as I was telling Kurt, he's the strongest Sub I've ever seen and I am confident in telling you he will be better soon."

"Thanks, Doc. Is there anything I can do to help?" Burt asked, itching to touch his son.

"Come hold Kurt for a few minutes so Blainers can take a rest?" Wes suggested.

Burt moved to the bed and sat next to his son, lifting his head into his lap. He took up rubbing circles into Kurt's back to help soothe him as Blaine got up to grab a coffee cup and drain it in minutes. Kurt perked up, looking over at Wes.

"Coffee?" he said hopefully.

"Yeah, if your dad will help by holding the cup, it might make you feel a little better," Wes agreed.

For the rest of the day Blaine, Wes, and Burt took turns sitting with Kurt, sometimes letting him sleep and sometimes just holding him. For Kurt it was drugged torture. While it didn't rival the pain of the Synthetic Dom Chem shots, being constantly uncomfortable and restless was almost as bad. His stomach was upset, his head ached, his joints were painful. Even when he got the medications that kept him from the worst of the symptoms, he hurt and wanted to sleep to get away but he couldn't stay asleep for more than twenty minutes at a time. He had finally had all he could stand when Blaine came to sit with him as his father got up to check on the children who were in the care of Mrs. Rose for the day.

"Hey, sweetie, can I get you anything?" Blaine asked, stroking his Sub's troubled face.

"No, Sir," Kurt said, distracted by his pain.

"Kurt, I can tell you need something, it's okay to ask for it," Blaine said.

"Its nothing," Kurt said, turning away.

Blaine was tired and frustrated, his usual patience was beginning to fray with the stress of having to cater to his sick Sub. It wasn't that he resented having to do it, not at all, he just wanted to do something to make him feel better and there wasn't anything anyone could do apart from the medications Wes was giving him. Blaine needed to feel that Kurt needed him and that was not happening.

"Kurt, I know it isn't 'nothing'. I can see in your eyes that you want something, just tell me, please," Blaine pleaded. Burt could tell this plea was pushing Kurt over the edge and Blaine might see his son's "ice bitch' side if he didn't stop pushing. Burt considered warning him, but then he thought better he sees it now in this environment that to put it off, so he kept silent. He patted Blaine on the shoulder and left the room to go see Holly and Levi.

"I'm okay," Kurt said once again, his stubborn streak showing.

"Kurt. Look at me," Blaine snapped. Kurt's eyes locked on Blaine's immediately.

"I don't want to have to do this, but I order you to tell me what it is you need from me so I can help. Please, Kurt," Blaine said, his eyes turning to liquid.

Kurt looked at Blaine for maybe four heartbeats, then opened his mouth.

"Blaine. Sir. I want you to go away and leave me alone. I need to be by myself," Kurt whispered, then broke the gaze and turned his whole body over to face the wall away from Blaine, pulling the blanket over his head.

Blaine sat still for a moments, wondering if his heart would ever beat again, because those words coming from Kurt's mouth just about broke him. He turned to Wes, but got no respite from that quarter. Wes was watching him with a look of "well, you asked for it, fool". Kurt's words seemed final, so Blaine got up and walked from the room, dejected and sad, to go and find the children. A few steps out and Wes' hand was stopping him, clutch his shoulder. Blaine stopped and turned to look at his old friend.

"Blaine, don't take it too hard. It's actually the best thing for him. Kurt has been fighting the medication to stay awake because he knows you're there. I think if you go he might be able to relax enough to let the medication do its job and he can get some restful sleep. It's what he needs, Blaine, to fight this. Please don't be angry with him, it isn't his fault," Wes said, then pulled Blaine into a tight hug. "He's going to get well, Blaine. He's turned the corner and his life isn't in danger from the Sub Weakness anymore unless he stresses again. Let him rest and you can come back at dinnertime, maybe we can get him to eat," Wes sounded hopeful.

"Thanks, Wes. Take care of him for me, okay?" Blaine said, then to himself, "because I love him."

It was a full twenty-four hours later before Kurt was able to sit up and feel as if he would live. All of the withdrawal symptoms were gone and he lay in a freshly made bed, pillows fluffed and sheets clean. Wes had called Mrs. Rose to come fix it up while he took Kurt to the bathroom to have a shower. All signs of the shaking and trembling were gone and nothing hurt. Kurt was astonished, it felt so good to be alive.

Wes checked all of Kurt's vital signs over one last time, then did a blood test and looked at slides under the microscope. He left to go speak to Blaine, who had spent the night on a sofa in his music room.

Wes knocked on the door and entered at Blaine's voice. Blaine looked terrible. He was wearing the same clothes he had worn yesterday and he hadn't showered or shaved. He was sitting on the sofa, tiny Holly in his arms fast asleep, her empty bottle sitting on the side table next to Blaine. He was holding her firmly, just barely rocking in the chair and it was evident Holly had fallen asleep as she was being held by Blaine.

"Hey, Blainers, how ya feeling?" Wes asked, a bit concerned for his friend.

"I'm fine, I was feeding Holly and she fell asleep afterwards. How is Kurt?" he rushed to get that last bit out.

"That's what I came to see you about. I did all the tests and all the exams. Kurt is doing amazingly well. His Sub levels are good, his Dom levels are acceptable, all the other indicators are in the safe range. For all intents and purposes, Kurt is well. He isn't in the danger zone any more, but we need to continue to be cautious for a while to be sure they don't drop again. You will have to ease back into his daily routine, taking all forms of exercise slowly at first until he's built up to his best again. Kurt is young enough that he should bounce back quickly from here, and it doesn't hurt that he's in a Declared Union. Knowing he's loved and wanted makes all the difference. That along with his supporting family and those children – he's one lucky guy," Wes said.

"Thank you so much. Honestly, Wes, I don't know what I would do without you. You saved my Kurt. I owe you so much, I don't even know how to begin repaying you," Blaine gushed, overcome with happiness that Kurt was out of the woods.

"Now you know there is no need. You would be there for me, as you have been in the past. In case you forgot, you paid my tuition for the first year of medical school, remember? When my dad passed away and my family couldn't afford to send me, you came through. I wouldn't be a doctor today if it wasn't for you, Blaine," Wes said to his friend, smiling.

"That was an investment. Plus, now I have my own personal physician," Blaine kidded.

"I'm going to get home to my family. Kurt should be fine. He needs to eat and get up by tomorrow morning, take a short walk or something. Keep to the schedule, Blaine, but be careful and slow. I'll be by late tonight for a check on my patient," Wes said, turning to leave. Blaine stopped him with a huge bear hug and a chaste kiss on the cheek.

"Really, thank you, Wes."

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Columbus, Ohio ~Airport

Finn got off the plane and walked next to Puck to the baggage claim area. He was tired and hungry and all he wanted was to go home to Quinn and hold her in his arms.

"Hey, dude," Puck bumped his shoulder. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Finn answered, wondering what was up with Puck asking such a question. Since when did Puck have a warm side to him?

"Oh, I know - - you're missing your Quinn, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"Well, look down the corridor, I think somebody missed you, too."

Finn looked and there, standing in the sunshine just past the glass doors was Quinn. She hadn't noticed the boys yet, so her gaze was not focused on them. She had a shy smile on her face as people walked by, most smiling as they realized she was pregnant. It was funny how being about to have a baby brought a smile to people's lips.

Walking through the door, Finn dropped his suitcase and opened his arms and Quinn flew to him.

"Oh, Finn, I missed you so much," she said into his chest as she hugged his waist with all her might. She had to stretch to do it, her very large belly in the way. Finn grinned and patter her belly and dropped a kiss to the top of her head.

"I think you've grown bigger!" Finn said without thinking.

The old Quinn might have been upset at that comment, but marriage to Finn had mellowed her and she took it as the compliment it was meant to be.

"It's been a few days, I'm pretty sure it hasn't," she laughed and took his hand as they walked to the car. Puck walked on the other side of her and she greeted her former boyfriend with a smile, too.

"You feeling alright?" Puck asked her.

"Never better," Quinn said, meaning it.

"I'll drive if you want to sit in the back with Finn," Puck offered. He knew they wanted some time to just hold each other. He might be a bit jealous, but then he thought about Rachel and perhaps having a baby with her and his face took on a sweet and longing expression.

"Thank you, Noah," Quinn said and took his hand and squeezed it.

In the back of the car, Quinn snuggled up to Finn as much as was possible considering her condition and the seat belt. She was able to lay her head on his shoulder and his arm went automatically around her.

As Puck drove down the highway towards Lima, Finn leaned down to kiss Quinn and let out a contented sigh. As much as he knew he belonged in New York helping his brother, he knew Kurt was in good hands with Blaine and his dad, and being home with his wife was exactly where Finn wanted to be right now.

Lima, Ohio a few days later

"Rachel!" LeRoy called up the stairs, then turned to Hiram, "We did the right thing, didn't we? I mean, Noah was kind of a loose cannon in high school, but the choices were limited with Rachel in Israel for the past few years. I hope we did the right thing by sending her there," LeRoy said to his husband.

"Don't worry. Noah will be perfect. He's Jewish, he's a hard worker, and the important thing is that Rachel said 'yes'. You know as well as I do that if she had any reservations, she would never have agreed to the marriage," Hiram comforted LeRoy. They sat on the sofa in the family room, smiling at each other when Rachel walked in.

"Daddy! Papa! You wanted me?" Rachel said. It felt so good to be home and to be able to see her two dads whenever she wanted.

"We wanted to make sure everything is going okay for you, sweetheart. Are you beginning to get nervous?" LeRoy asked.

"I'm fine, maybe a little bit on the nervous side, I haven't seen Noah since high school. What time is it?" she asked suddenly, looking over her shoulder at the wall clock.

"He should be here in a few minutes," Hiram said, getting up from the sofa and indicating LeRoy should do the same. Rachel sat there, a picture of calm assuredness. The doorbell rang and the two fathers went to answer, leaving their daughter to wait for Noah.

"Mr. Berry, how are you this evening?" Noah Puckerman said, smiling at Hiram.

"Very well, thank you, Noah. Would you like to come in?" he asked, taking Puck's coat.

"Rachel is in the family room. LeRoy and I will be upstairs in the library if you need us. The family room is at the end of the corridor," Hiram said and left with LeRoy to the library so the new couple could have some time alone to get used to the idea of their pending marriage.

"Rachel?" Puck said, rounding the corner to see his fiancée sitting up very straight with her hands folded in her lap. He held out the roses he brought her and a small package. She patted the seat next to her and he sat down. Rachel took the roses, setting them on the coffee table as she admired the lovely cut-crystal vase and the beautiful scent of the red blooms.

"Thank you so much, Puck. They're lovely!" she squealed, bouncing a little on the sofa. Puck couldn't help but think how young she looked, hardly changed since high school except...he wasn't sure what it was exactly, maybe she was just more mature. It might have been a sadness, well covered, lingering from her years away from her family.

"You're entirely welcome. I remembered you liked roses," Puck said.

"Oh, I do. That is so nice you remembered," Rachel smiled at him.

"I have something to ask you, and depending on what you answer, something to tell you," he said and she tilted her head just a little, as if to ask what it was. Puck took this as encouragement and plowed forward. "I want to hear from your lips that you want to marry me, Rachel. If this is just a way to escape a worse fate, I can live with that, but I want to know the absolute truth," he stared at her.

Rachel backed away a bit, startled by Noah's directness. She hadn't expected him to be so blunt. Not that he hadn't been in high school, because he was that along with being crude and full of it. The Puck she had known was also a kind and gentle person when the mood struck him and nobody was watching. She remembered his quiet help he gave freely when someone was in need: Artie, Becky, Lauren, even Kurt. That was what she was depending on. Not that she needed help, but she wanted Noah Puckerman because he did have that side to him and she could love that.

"Yes, Puck, I asked my dads to find you and see if you were available. I saw who you married and I knew it would never last. I could see she didn't really love you, and that she would never try. I will. I know you, Puck, and you are what I want. I cannot lie and say I love you right now – but I know you and I know I can love you," she said, looking him straight in the eye.

Noah smiled. If she had lied, he would have been out that door, contract or not. She was living up to all the potential he had seen in her those years ago when they were silly kids playing at life. He had felt in his bones that Rachel would grow up to be a loyal and loving woman.

Rachel smiled back.

"What I have to tell you is that a friend was in some trouble, he had Sub Weakness and needed someone right away. I'm not gay and I don't believe I'm bi, but when a friend is in need and you are the only practical one...well, I dommed him for a week to get his strength back up. I don't have any romantic feelings for him, and he is now in a Declared Union, so you don't have anything to worry about on that aspect. I just thought you should know," Puck said.

Rachel sat still for a few minutes, thinking. It was a surprise to her, but not out of the realm of reality.

"When did you have your Government health check?" she asked.

"Last week. Just before I went to New York with Burt and Finn. I'm clear of any maladies," he said. He didn't ask her because he knew she had to have one to enter the country once again and she wouldn't be here if there were a problem.

"So, I can rest assured there is no problem surrounding that?" Puck asked and Rachel nodded her head in agreement.

"Well, then, do we have an engagement?" she asked.

"Yes, Rachel, we do." Puck handed her the small box he had brought with him and she opened it. Her eyes looked up at him, then glanced once more at the empty ring box.

"I thought you might like to go shopping tomorrow for the engagement ring? I know you have specific tastes and I want to make sure you love the ring when I buy it," Puck said and Rachel's eyes teared up at his thoughtfulness. Puck took her in his arms and kissed her gently on her lush mouth, a promise he would keep or die trying. She kissed back eagerly and Puck held her closer and kissed her again, this time it wasn't so gentle and Rachel's pulse quickened.

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New York

"Kurt? Can I come in?" Blaine asked, standing at the door.

"Of course, please," Kurt replied. He had a memory of asking Blaine to leave him alone and it wasn't a pleasant memory. Then he recalled that it was a result of Blaine demanding he say what he needed and Kurt had known he needed to be alone. Well, Blaine couldn't get upset at that then, he'd asked for it.

"Hey," Blaine said.

"Hey," Kurt replied, moving over to let his Dom sit beside him on the bed.

"Have my kids eaten breakfast yet?" Kurt asked, anxious because he hadn't seen them in more than a day.

"Yeah, Levi had breakfast with his grandfather an hour ago and I just fed Holly her bottle and put her down for a nap. I think they can come in for lunch time if you feel up to it, though," Blaine said.

"Okay, thank you," Kurt smiled.

"How are you feeling?" Blaine asked. He felt weird being so formal, but with all the ups and downs and strange things that had happened with his emotions and Kurt's in the past week, he was confused. He waited for Kurt to say something, but realized it was his place to do so. Kurt was probably more confused than Blaine could even comprehend. He started with gentle commands, something Kurt would probably be comfortable with.

"Let's get you something to eat. Do you have a preference?" Blaine asked, but Kurt shook his head 'no'.

"How about poached eggs on toast with a half of a grapefruit?" Blaine suggested. Kurt nodded with a small smile. "Coffee?" Kurt nodded again. Blaine picked up the intercom and asked the cook to fix it and have it sent up.

"Blaine..." Kurt started to say at the same time Blaine spoke.

"Kurt..."

The two looked at each other for a moment and started laughing. Blaine relaxed, the ice had been broken and there were no hurt feelings to smooth over it seemed. He opened his arms and Kurt snuggled into him without hesitation. They sat together and talked about the illness and how Kurt was feeling now. He felt much stronger and it seemed the strange Dom urges that had terrified him were mostly gone.

"I can't say I didn't enjoy them at the time," he blushed, "but I'm happy to have them gone. I want our Union to be right, Blaine. I want us to be comfortable with each other, and doing things like that...orchestrating things? It scares me. I don't want to be scared any more."

Blaine brought him close and hugged him as Kurt nuzzled his nose into Blaine's neck where he felt safe.

"I agree. We both know that was a once in a lifetime experience – at least I hope so – and we can now work on our Union, is that what you want or are you too tired?" Blaine asked.

"No, I'm fine. I'll tell you if I get to feeling bad or tired," Kurt answered.

Breakfast arrived and Blaine went to the door, taking the tray and leaving instructions that he and Kurt be left alone until further notice. Burt could call if he deemed it necessary or if something concerning the children came up, but otherwise Blaine wanted a morning alone with Kurt. They ate breakfast, Blaine feeding Kurt and dispensing kisses at random until Kurt began to giggle.

"Hey, I can't even eat my toast with you making me laugh, Blaine. Let me eat, I'm an invalid in need of nutrition, you know," Kurt said with a deadpan expression. Blaine started to laugh again.

"All right. Here, you have maybe three bites left, you can eat them yourself," Blaine grinned. When Kurt was done, Blaine took away the tray and pulled the curtains shut to make the room darker. He removed his clothes and slid into bed next to Kurt and kissed him thoroughly.

"Do you feel strong enough to please me, Kurt?" he whispered into Kurt's ear as he stroked down his chest and circled his nipple. Kurt took in a quick breath.

"Yes, Blaine....I want to please you. What do you want the most right now?"

"Put your mouth on me, Kurt..." Blaine said, giving him another deep kiss before letting him move down to lick the head of his cock. Blaine smiled, he had missed this in the last few days. Not just the sex, but being close to Kurt and feeling as if he was the right Dom for him, that he could be a traditional Dom when the need arose. He started stroking Kurt's back, then ran his fingers in circles on the tender skin of his belly when Kurt moved. Kurt's tongue was wrapping around Blaine's cock, finding all the places that made Blaine catch his breath. Kurt moved back and leaned over to take the cock into his mouth as far as he could, breathing deep to prevent his gag reflex from stopping him. Blaine groaned, the warm and wet sensations seeping into his psyche as he closed his eyes to imagine what Kurt looked like swallowing his cock, but he didn't want to stop him by sitting up to look for himself. Kurt was taking his mission seriously and all too soon Blaine felt on the edge and put a restraining hand to Kurt's shoulder.

"Was I not pleasing you?" Kurt asked.

"Oh, you were pleasing me – too much. I want this to last, so I had to stop you. Now, lie back and let me do something for a while," Blaine instructed. Kurt lowered his body to the bed and Blaine lay on top of him, kissing Kurt's swollen lips. He smelled good, like vanilla and jasmine and sex. That alone was almost enough for Blaine to climax.

He lowered his head, kissing and nibbling as he moved down Kurt's lithe body, admiring the muscles as they moved under pale skin. Kurt was moaning a bit, and his cock was rock hard against Blaine's hand as he stroked the shaft and ran his thumb over the top. Kissing Kurt was amazing. Blaine could be satisfied with that all day long. He pushed his tongue into Kurt's sweet mouth, holding Kurt's jaw to keep him steady. He moved to kiss Kurt's neck, pushing his shoulder away when Kurt's instinct to hide his neck got in the way. Licking the soft skin and nipping playfully for a moment before sealing his lips to suck the blood to the surface. Blaine could feel the shivers go down Kurt's arms and it made him a bit wilder.

The moans and whines coming from Kurt's mouth caused Blaine to skip from mild seduction to wanton need in a flash. Instead of calmly kissing down the muscles in his chest and tickling his ribs, Blaine went straight to Kurt's very sensitive nipple and took it in his mouth. He licked hard and when it perked up he sucked on it, running his tongue harshly back and forth to see his lover writhe on the bed and arch his back, asking for more. Blaine was all about the 'more'.

He left the right side and continued to the left, repeating his actions until Kurt once again arched his back. Tracing down Kurt's abdominals he could feel the strength in the muscles as they moved beneath his skin, Kurt was still once more until Blaine circled his naval and kissed down the light dusting of hair towards his cock. As he did this, Kurt moved his feet closer to his body on the bed, effectively spreading himself more open to Blaine. Taking advantage of this, Blaine moved to the space on the bed between Kurt's knees and lay on his stomach. He kissed up Kurt's right leg, nipping at the soft skin of his inner thigh, thinking that it was as soft as Holly's cheek. He was glad he had shaved before coming in to see his Sub, not wanting to give him razor burn on a place so sensitive. As he kissed and rubbed his shaved cheek on Kurt's thigh, he stroked his hand on the left thigh. Kurt was humming in contentment, something Blaine had noticed him doing at other times. It was a comforting sound, a sound indicating that his Sub was not stressed, was enjoying the sensations, and it made Blaine want it to go on for a long time.

Finishing with the inner thigh, Blaine couldn't help but move closer to his goal. He gently pulled a testicle into his mouth, moving it slowly so as not to bruise or disturb it but to help the seduction along as Kurt's humming slowly got louder. Blaine pulled back, letting it go as he took the other one into his mouth and hummed. Kurt jerked in surprise and a moan escaped his throat, his cock jumping at the feeling.

Kurt didn't have the vanilla scent here, it was earthier, muskier and sexier. Blaine breathed it in. It was a clean smell, but one of promise and seduction. Blaine's tongue came out, licking the wrinkled skin that encased Kurt's testicles and Blaine's lips pulled gently before he opened his mouth to lick again, this time the small patch of skin behind his balls. His hand curled around the shaft of his lover's cock, not grasping yet, just ghosting over the silky skin for a few strokes. Kurt was lightheaded now, and he could hear his heart beating in his chest, his blood heating up as it raced in his veins as Blaine made love to him.

The blood pounding in his ears made it hard to hear Blaine, but he thought it was a groan as Kurt listened. Then Blaine moved back and his tongue slipped into the crevice, his hands warm and strong as they parted the cheeks to find the place that would make his Sub lose control as he licked his warm tongue inside. Kurt was so dizzy by now, the anticipation of this was awful and amazing all at once and the thought of how forbidden this was – having Blaine's mouth, lips, tongue licking and moving over his hole was a thing Kurt could never have dreamed of. He was afraid to let Blaine know how good it felt, so he tried to be quiet and just silently hope it went on for a long time, but his shaking gave him away as Blaine pulled back and his voice, husky and sultry, asked Kurt if he likes that. Kurt could not stop himself from groaning so loud it embarrassed him and Blaine redoubled his efforts, stroking his cock adding to the sheer pleasure.

"Blaine...oh, oh, that feels so good...can you...can you make love to me now? Please, Blaine..." Kurt asked, out of his head with lust. Blaine was almost as gone and he took the lubricant, warming it in his hand so it didn't shock his Sub when it touched his skin.

"Kurt, baby....." Blaine's mouth said, but he was unaware of it as his fingers worked to prepare his lover. Circling and massaging with the greatest care, Blaine had moved to kiss Kurt's swollen, greedy lips once again. They kissed and brushed their lips across each other until Blaine slowly rolled Kurt over, helping him to his hands and knees and carefully entering him, his arm holding Kurt around the waist to steady him. Kurt grunted, pushing back in his eagerness to have Blaine inside of him, in spite of the tightness which caused a stinging burn as he was stretched beyond what he had experienced before. He gasped and Blaine stopped.

"Oh, baby...are you okay? I can stop if you need to," Blaine said with deep concern.

"No, no...don't stop, please don't stop..." his Sub begged and thrust himself back hard, burying Blaine's cock to the root. The friction of that gave Blaine a rush and he moaned, trembling as he absorbed the shock and blessed the Fates for giving him Kurt Hummel.

Blaine reached down and moved his fingers in a soft motion over his Sub's cock, getting firmer with each stroke as the lube that was still on his hand from coating his own cock made stroking easier. The added touch went straight to Kurt's brain and he moaned again, clear and loud, his head down as he used up what strength he had in thrusting in tune with Blaine as they neared the glorious end.

They were both gasping for breath when Blaine suddenly picked up the pace, pushing and pumping as his lover understood the urgency and pushed back until he felt Blaine's whole body stiffen for a blessed moment before he came, crying Kurt's name like a benediction. That pushed Kurt's sensibilities and he closed his eyes, a swirling warmth taking over as his belly filled with heat and he could swear he felt the semen rushing down his shaft and bursting forth in a climax the likes of which he had never experienced. He could hardly force his muscles to relax and let him rest afterwards as he came down from the high.

Looking at Blaine's face as they lay side by side, it was like looking at one of the Fates and knowing all of this was for him, that no one in the history of the world had ever felt that much, ever achieved that much. And it was all Blaine. Kurt felt safe and cared for in a way he never knew he could, in a bliss he couldn't explain. It was more than the sex – he'd had great sex with Puck, and he'd felt safe afterwards, even loved. He had sex with his wife and he felt bonded to Santana for all the years of their marriage. But his was different.

The bond he had with Blaine, even after just a few days, was more than he had felt in his life and he was busy thanking the Fates for bringing it to him.

Kurt wasn't sure what the best part of being Blaine's Sub was. He knew that no matter what they did in terms of sexual gratification, it was always amazing and he felt as if he was wired to please Blaine. The after part was just a good to him. He could hardly wait to snuggle, so he got up and brought back a damp towel. Kurt used the wet washcloth to remove the signs they had been making love. He stopped for a minute, thinking. He much preferred that term: making love. After all, it was closer to the truth than any other euphemism he could recall.

All clean and Blaine took Kurt's hand and pulled Kurt under the warm blankets.

"Are you feeling better now, Kurt?" Blaine asked between kisses.

"Yes, Blaine, you know I am. Can we take a nap before we call the children in?" Kurt said, knowing and accepting that Blaine would have the final say.

"I agree, I'm really tired now, my lover. I need rest and sleep for the next five hours," Blaine agreed. He pulled Kurt even closer, cradling his head in his arms as Kurt started to doze off, his beautiful eyelashes sweeping his pink cheeks. Blaine thought about it and realized that Kurt always looked so innocent when he was sleeping. Kissing that soft cheek and tucking Kurt in, then putting his arms around his Sub and gently kissed him a few times before falling asleep himself.