Blaine followed Kurt down the hallway, walking into their bedroom. He had shown Kurt how to use the baby monitor, setting it up so they could hear if Holly made the slightest whimper. Kurt smiled to himself, appearing to hang on Blaine's every word – his Dom was so excited at this amazing contraption. Kurt didn't have the heart to tell Blaine that he had been using one for years, first with Levi and then with Holly. Blaine was just bubbly and excited with every aspect of caring for Holly. It gave Kurt a warm feeling to know his Dom liked kids, because that was not always the case. He'd heard some less-than-pleasant stories of matches made where the Sub brought his children to the new union, only to have the new Dom dislike children that were not his own.

Exhausted after the morning spent getting Holly and bringing her home, Kurt wanted nothing more than to go to sleep for a few hours before Holly woke up again for her next feeding. He felt bad, a grown man having to take a nap like a child in the middle of the day. He did that sometimes before, but that was when he worked nights as a singer to pay the bills. He sighed. What must Blaine think of him? He's been contracted to Blaine for only a day so far and here he was a giant disappointment, sleeping all the time. He sat down in the chair in the bedroom, having wandered in here when Holly had fallen asleep.

Well, he could perhaps read or something to stay awake. He looked at the bookcase across the room and picked something at random, sitting back down to read. It wasn't but a few minutes before he was sound asleep, slumped over in the chair.

Several hours later, Blaine had been in his office trying to find the best way to get Kurt's son to New York. He narrowed it down to two things and wanted to ask Kurt's opinion which would be better. Walking through the house he looked in Holly's room. She was awake, so he went in and wound up her mobile that had a music box in it. It played "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" and there were stars and angels that moved around on the wires for her to look at. She kicked her little legs and smiled as she watched them. Blaine thought she probably needed to have her diaper changed, so he checked and sure enough....he was going to call Kurt, but decided he could do it himself.

It wasn't as easy as Kurt made it look. He could swear Holly was laughing at him as he wiped her clean, then patted her dry and tried to fit the diaper on. For some reason it was impossible. He finally admitted defeat as Holly started to get fussy with being moved around and picked her up, cuddling her to his chest. He put a blanket around her so her little backside wouldn't get cold and went to look for Kurt.

"Kurt?" he called and walked through the library, the dining room, the office and finally to the west hallway and to their bedroom. There in a chair, sound asleep with a book in his lap, was Kurt. Blaine didn't want to wake him if he was so tired, but Holly really did need to be seen to so he sat on the ottoman in front of the chair and called Kurt's name a little louder.

Before Kurt could wake up, Holly decided it was time to christen her new caregiver and let go – soaking Blaine's silk shirt that Cooper had given him for Christmas. He just sat and stared at her.

"Holly? What is this? I thought we had something between us? How could you do this to my favorite shirt?" Blaine asked, trying not to laugh. Holly giggled.

Blaine was pretty sure that giggle was not all coming from the tiny bundle in his arms and turned around to see Kurt, his hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh out loud. His eyes were big and he was snorting in his attempt to stop the laughter. Blaine scowled at him.

"Oh...Blaine...what happened?" Kurt giggled. "You're supposed to have a diaper on her before you take her for a walk!"

"Very funny. You better have a miraculous way of getting baby pee out of silk!" Blaine said in a mock rage. He tried so hard to look offended, but he ended up laughing instead.

"Let's get you situated, my love," Kurt said, taking the baby from his Dom and laying her on the bed. He was able to get the diaper on correctly in a matter of moments and then came to help Blaine get his shirt off. I'll just put this to soak for a minute if you can hold Holly?" Kurt asked. "Oh, do you have a bottle of club soda?"

"Of course. In the bar over there," Blaine answered, pointing to the cupboard underneath the sink of the built-in bar. Kurt looked where he was pointing, wondering who on Earth needed a built-in bar in his bedroom. He found the bottle and took the shirt in the bathroom, sponging the club soda into the silk until the stain was gone, then rinsing it carefully.

"Okay, the stain is out. It will need to be laundered, but I an fairly certain I got it out in time," Kurt smiled.

"Thank you, Kurt," Blaine said, relieved Kurt was taking care of the shirt.

"Your daddy will be right back, darling," Blaine said, holding her close to keep her warm since all she had on was a diaper and her blanket was wet. He started back to the nursery to get the little one a new sleeper. Kurt caught up with him as he got back in the room, getting a clean undershirt and nightgown. This one had a Tigger embroidered on the front and Kurt couldn't help but think it reminded him of Blaine. He smiled to himself and his own heart melted as he saw Blaine look over at the baby once more. He was just going to go get her something to eat when Mrs. Rose came in the door.

"Here's her bottle, Mr. Hummel. Mr. Anderson called me to get it ready a few minutes ago," Mrs. Rose told him as she handed it to him with a smile.

"Thank you," Kurt returned.

Kurt sat down in one of the rocking chairs and was going to feed Holly when he saw the need in Blaine's eyes. He smiled at him.

"Would you like to feed her?" Kurt asked.

"Oh, yes!" Blaine said, grinning.

Kurt walked over to the rocking chair where Blaine was sitting and settled Holly in his arms, showing him how to hold the bottle correctly and how she needed to have her neck supported by his arm. Holly was very hungry and sucked the formula down in greedy gulps as Blaine looked on. When she was done, Kurt put a cloth over his Dom's shoulder and showed Blaine how to prop her against him and rub her back until she burped. She cooperated with him and when she was all done, Kurt took her and set her on the changing table.

"Can you show me how to change her diaper properly? I can do the cleaning part, but how does it fit on?" Blaine asked and Kurt showed him.

By this time, Holly was sleepy and Kurt held her to his chest, cuddling with her and singing. He looked over to the hungry look in Blaine's eye.

"Would you sing with me?" he asked and so Blaine moved closer and they sang "Baby Of Mine" to her until she was sound asleep. Blaine asked if he could put her in bed and Kurt allowed it, but he was beginning to feel a little like Blaine was trying to take the baby's affection from him. He told himself that was ridiculous, but it just kept cropping up in his mind. Looking to see that Holly was okay, Kurt turned on the baby monitor and slipped out of the room, Blaine close behind him.

Blaine took Kurt's hand as they left and Kurt let him, but the creeping doubt was beginning to fill him. Was it strange to have a man so enamored with a baby that wasn't his? Was it weird that he was trying so hard, why would Kurt's children mean so much to him? Kurt tried to stop these things from entering his mind. He felt almost ungrateful after all the trouble Blaine had gone to on his account, all the time and expense. He was thinking about all of this and a million more things as he went down the hallway, Blaine grasping his hand.

Blaine felt his reluctance to follow and turned to look at his Sub. Kurt was the picture of hesitance and sadness. Blaine did not understand, but was willing to give him some space to figure them out. He might just be tired. That was one of the symptoms of Sub Weakness: loss of strength, loss of the ability to concentrate, waning self-worth. It all fit with the acute illness Wes had described to him. True, Kurt had made huge strides in getting strong again, but he was not well. It took him months to get so weak, two nights with a Dom was not going to fix him. Blaine had been treating him like he was all well when in fact Kurt was actually just recovering and would need so much more.

Kurt needed something to eat, so Blaine led him to the kitchen and asked Mrs. Rose to fix him something while he went to his office to make a few phone calls.

"Cooper? I need your advice," Blaine started.

"My advice? Since when?" Cooper replied, a little short since he did not approve of Blaine getting himself balls deep in another Sub/Dom contract the day after his divorce, even if it was just for a month. He just didn't understand Blaine at all.

"Oh, come on. You're my big brother. If I can't depend on you, who's left?" Blaine asked, knowing the insult aimed towards his parents would make Coop try harder to help him. It was a low blow, but Blaine was feeling kind of desperate.

"Alright. Is this about Kurt?"

"Yes. You know the story, how I met him and about his wife dying and him being alone with the two kids and all, right?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah," Coop said.

"Well, I don't know exactly what to do right now. I want to do what Kurt needs, but I'm not the kind of man that can just get out a whip and beat him, you know? I don't believe that a Dom has to be that. I think that a real Dom can be gentle and kind and loving, but still give a Sub the dominance he needs to stay strong. Do you know what I mean?" Blaine asked.

"Well, yes....I know you've always had that theory. It didn't work on Arthur, though, did it?" Coop said.

"That was a very different matter. Cooper, you know why we broke up. I wanted children, he hated kids. There was no middle ground in that discussion at all. I tried, but he just didn't need what I had to give and he threw it back in my face every chance he could. He made it about my masculinity – or he tried to. It wasn't fair, and it wasn't true. I had little attraction towards him, he had poor grooming and just did not take care of himself. It was not sexy, not attractive, and I didn't feel aroused by him. That isn't to say I never had sex with him – of course I did, it is part of the marriage contract, but it was damn hard," Blaine said, getting angry and really losing site of the reason he had called Cooper in the first place.

"Hey, Squirt, settle down. I'm on your side, remember? I know what a prick Arthur was. Just like his dad before him. I used to have to work with that man – I'm glad he left. Now, if you still want to talk about this, I think we need to meet. I have a brief to read over before court tomorrow, but how about we have dinner, just the two of us, at La Parisian tomorrow night? Say, eight?" Cooper offered.

"That would be good. I really feel kind of lost right now, and I cannot let that kind of doubt sneak into this relationship if I'm going to be strong for Kurt. He needs a lot of care and I want to make sure I give him the right kind. I think I'll call Wes and get a bit of advice, then you and I can talk about it. I don't want to mess things up with Kurt – you know how much I love him," Blaine said.

Cooper coughed. "Little brother, I don't think you can be that in love. You hardly know him!"

"I know enough, Coop. I know how I feel when he walks into a room, I know I felt a certain way when I woke up this morning with him in my arms. It isn't like anything I've ever felt before, and I don't want to lose it. I want to show him how much I love him – but I don't want to smother him, or scare him away. Oh, Coop, I don't even know how to tell you," Blaine said. "Now, I'll let you go and we'll talk tomorrow night. Thanks for being there for me, Cooper. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"I'm always here for you, Squirt. Tomorrow."

"Hello, Wes. Yes, it's me, Blaine. I wanted to pick your brain for a moment if you can spare one? A minute, not a brain..." Blaine started, calling his old high school friend.

"Blaine, old man – did you come up for air? What's the matter, did you wear that poor boy out already? Pace yourself!!" Wes laughed. He was so happy to hear the lightness in Blaine's voice. It had been literally years since he had seen Blaine so happy.

"Well, I have some questions, but they have to be off the record. I need to know some medical information, but it is purely hypothetical, okay?" Blaine asked. He didn't want anything he said to be used against Kurt, but he needed some real answers, not just opinions.

"You are my oldest and dearest friend, Blaine. You know anything you say to me will be held in the strictest confidence. Is it about a Sub?" Wes asked. He wasn't surprised that Blaine was calling. He'd been privy to some of Blaine's wilder theories about how the whole Sub/Dom Chemistry works and they had argued good-naturedly for years. Now he had Kurt as his Sub, of course questions would come up.

"Well, first, suppose you have a sub with a bad situation and he is so tired and so weak, he is about done in. You know the type?" Blaine asked.

Wes knew he was talking about Kurt. "Yeah, I see that every once in a while. It isn't as prevalent as it was in my dad's day, the discovery of the Synthetic Dom Chem shots has changed the whole field. They aren't perfect, but they can save lives. Lucky bastard who finds a real Dom is much better off, of course. You know the withdrawal a Sub goes through after being on the synthetic shots. I wouldn't wish that on a dog."

"You know the theory I have, the one where I think a Sub is better off with slow buildup of his chemistry so there is no shock to the system, that he does not feel such a high-low-high. It makes no sense to me to do that. After all, that much shock to the system cannot be good. No, I just think that a steady, gentle, powerful but safe infusion of natural Dom Chemistry must be so much better for the Sub if he's already so close to crisis. Doesn't that make sense?" Blaine asked.

"I know what you're saying, Blaine, but there has to be something behind the kind face. There has to be a passion for it to work and that doesn't happen in the euphoria of slow and gentle. I'm not saying you have to give up your dreams, just that there is a certain amount of passion and strength required to fulfill the needs of any Sub. We can talk about this, Blaine, and if Kurt agrees we can keep a close eye on how it's working. But for now, you better stick to the schedule I sent you. We don't want to see Kurt in here with Sub Weakness after all that's happened to him, do we?" Wes said. Blaine was quiet for a little while, and then came back into himself.

"I'll do it. I'll start tonight with something every night, then work my way up to the hard stuff. Thanks, Wes, for being there. Maybe we can have dinner next week," Blaine found he was just as lost as he had been when he started.

Blaine walked into his bedroom to find Kurt back on the sofa, reading the book he had been reading earlier. He yawned and put out his arms to stretch. Blaine stepped between them and smiled as Kurt wrapped his arms around him.

"Hi, angel," Blaine said.

This is just the beginning, Blaine thought.

"Hi, Sir....ah, sorry. Hi, Blaine," Kurt said. It was still hard for him to remember to call Blaine by his first name. He was feeling weak and tired, the nap he got earlier didn't help at all since he was sitting propped up with the book over his face. He really just wanted to get back in bed.

"Hey, what's wrong? You look sad. Is there something you need?" Blaine asked.

Kurt hesitated. Blaine had already spent a ton of money on him, not to mention time and resources. He didn't feel as if he could impose any more on this kind man. He looked away with a bit of a guilty face, striving to hide the shame that he felt for being so weak. He did need so many things – and they were things that Blaine could provide with a snap of his fingers, but Kurt was reluctant to ask. It just wasn't in his nature. So he stood there in front of Blaine and practically shook with nerves.

Blaine could see that Kurt was nervous, and was hiding what he wanted to say. It irritated him at first and he frowned, which made Kurt feel worse. Blaine took Kurt's hand and walked to the bed, nodding at the mattress for Kurt to sit. Then he lifted Kurt's legs by the ankles and pulled them up on the bed so Kurt's legs were in Blaine's lap. He held out his arms and Kurt snuggled into his chest with a heavy sigh. Blaine gave him a few kisses on his temple and cheek, then just held him close.

"Kurt, I know something is wrong. I don't know what it is that you need or want, but I can see it in your eyes, in the way you move. I want you to look at me now," Blaine said, his voice firm.

Kurt turned, still with Blaine's arm around his shoulders giving him something steady to lean against. His eyes met Blaine's and he felt better to have his Dom so close.

"Now, I know we don't have many rules, but I can see we're going to have to establish a few. When I ask you a direct question, you will answer it. If it is something you cannot answer either because you don't know or it is something you wish to keep private, then you must tell me that. Okay?" Blaine said, still using the very firm tone. "Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Blaine," Kurt answered, then ducked his head a bit. He was thinking of how to tell Blaine what he had been feeling – or even if Blaine would care about the way he felt. He wasn't even sure exactly how he felt. He wanted to trust Blaine, more than anything in the world. It would be so easy to have that kind of relationship, to have Blaine tell him what to do when he was unsure. To know that Blaine would take care of him so he could take care of Holly and Levi.

That was another thing, he wanted Levi to be with him, but what if Blaine only liked Holly? She was easy to love, so soft and vulnerable. Levi wasn't like that at all. He was a cuddly toddler, but very much an energetic and rambunctious youngster. And he was a boy. What if Blaine didn't like him?

All of these thoughts and doubts crossed Kurt's mind and he was practically frozen, not knowing what or how much to tell Blaine. He was ready to break down from the stress of it, starting to lose focus and the trembling in his muscles had started.

"Kurt. Kurt, listen to me. Are you listening?" Blaine asked, sensing Kurt's break down coming. It was caused by stress, this much he knew, and he needed to do something right away.

"You need to tell me what you need, Kurt. I may be your Dom, but you have needs that may not be apparent to me. I cannot read your mind and the things they told us in school? About Doms always knowing what a Sub needs? Bullshit. Complete bullshit. We have to communicate, Kurt."

Kurt looked away, not sure how to take what Blaine was telling him.

"Hey, you understand how much better this will be if we tell each other what we need, right?Kurt, look at me." Blaine said in a voice that could not be denied. Kurt looked.

"I'm going to help you right now. Just relax and we'll get through it together. I'm going to take off your clothes, then we're going to get under the covers together. I'll just hold you for a while," Blaine said.

He unbuttoned Kurt's shirt, kissing down his chest and massaging his fingers into the bare skin as he went. Kurt sighed, but the trembling was getting worse. Blaine removed the rest of his clothes down to his bare skin and pulled up the covers for him to lie under. Then he made quick work of his own things and slid in next to Kurt.

He slipped his arm underneath his Sub, tugging him closer and kissing him. Kurt began to respond, kissing back and sighing more, almost a moan. Blaine started touching Kurt's skin. He started at his face, stroking his thumbs over his cheeks and eyelids very gently. He moved his hands down over Kurt's neck and along the thin collarbone, followed by kissing that same skin.

Kurt was nervous at first, Blaine did appear to be upset at him and he didn't know what kind of temper Blaine had. He guessed from the way people reacted to him at the hospital that he was used to getting what he wanted. The nervousness was starting to leave, though, as Blaine's kisses got hotter and he was beginning to use his tongue to lick parts of Kurt's skin. He made his way down to Kurt's belly, running his palms over the planes of muscles in Kurt's chest and stomach. He pressed hard, then very softly as he continued his tour of Kurt's body.

Just as he got to his hipbones he stopped.

Moving the blanket out of his way, he turned and moved to the other end of the bed, starting to massage Kurt's feet, taking particular care of his ankles. He stroked them and moved to his calves and knees, then began kissing the inside of Kurt's thighs. By this time Kurt was no longer trembling, just waiting with anticipation. Blaine stroked up and down the strong thighs thinking that Kurt must have ridden horses, his thigh muscles were so developed. The skin on his thighs was amazingly soft, almost to the point of rivaling Holly's. Blaine wanted to bite him, to suck a large mark to say that Kurt belonged to him, but then he could not bring himself to do such a thing to Kurt, to mar this soft skin, so he used his tongue to caress the inside part of his left thigh. He took his time, enjoying everything, and then paid attention to Kurt's face as he licked warm, wet patches on his upper thigh. If he read Kurt's expression correctly, he was enjoying all of this a lot.

"Tell me what you want, Kurt. What would feel good to you just now?" Blaine said in a deep gravely voice. Kurt was strung very tight, like a bowstring and anything Blaine did now might set him off.

Kurt just whined, not having the courage to say out loud what he wanted. Blaine went on to ghost his fingers along the tender skin of Kurt's thighs, making sure Kurt could feel his breath as he got closer to his cock. He knew exactly what Kurt wanted, but he wasn't giving it to him until he answered.

"You have to tell me, baby, I can't read your mind. What do you want me to do?" Blaine asked again. Kurt started to tremble again, the anxiety coming back. He knew what he wanted, but the words would not form in his mouth. This was torture.

Blaine moved one hand so his fingers were stroking so lightly along Kurt's belly, avoiding any contact with his cock, but making sure to touch his hipbones and down the ab muscles. With his other hand, he was stroking the inner thighs. He got very close, but no contact as he waited. It was difficult, he was so hard and he needed this as much as Kurt, but he had to wait. It was important.

His stroking was slowing down, then he stopped touching Kurt, there was only his breath ghosting over his balls and cock to remind Kurt he was still there.

"Please, Blaine....please. Touch me...." Kurt asked in a shaky voice, barely heard.

"Touch you where?"

"Touch my cock, please.....please," Kurt whined, his voice rising in pitch.

Blaine wrapped his fingers around it, exerting just light pressure and began to slowly move his hand up and down. Kurt let out a moan, his cock getting harder and his hands twisting in the sheets and he strained his muscles, bucking his hips forward to get more friction.

"Now what, baby?" Blaine asked.

Kurt was desperate. He thought Blaine touching him would alleviate the need, but it didn't. It made it worse. Much worse.

"Blaine...please....." Kurt said again, not sure what he wanted.

"Tell me, Kurt. I can't do it if you don't tell me. Let me help you feel good, Kurt. I'm here for you and you know I will do anything...just say it," Blaine told his Sub. He could see the strain in every muscle now. Kurt was trying so hard, but he had to be the one to get past the barrier, to break down the wall. If Blaine didn't care about him, he would just suck him off or pump him until he climaxed....but that was not the case. He loved Kurt and he knew they had to get past this wall or they would never have an intimate relationship. Blaine wanted to scream, this was so frustrating, but he never showed that. He was determined to be calm and reassuring and above all he was determined to be patient. He closed his eyes and gathered himself again.

"Kurt, what do you need from me? You can ask for anything, you know," Blaine said.

Kurt was shaking now. He was getting weaker and he was desperate for release. He was also determined not to cry, but it was getting closer.

"Blaine...please. I need more, I need your mouth. Can you put me in your mouth?" Kurt finally got out.

Instead of speaking, Blaine took Kurt into his mouth, his very warm, wet mouth. He moved his tongue, swirling very slowly all around the head and rubbing harder on the edge where it was the most sensitive. Kurt shuddered at the contact, never having had anyone do that before. It was amazing and his blood vessels dilated to bring in more blood to his throbbing cock. It was in one way a relief that Blaine was finally doing what Kurt had been wanting, but Kurt wasn't used to asking for what he wanted and it was shaking the very foundations of what he knew his role to be. He didn't know what to do in this new type of relationship, one where he got a voice, and he was very much afraid.

Blaine continued to suck and lick and stimulate Kurt's cock, but he knew Kurt wanted more. He wasn't giving him anything unless Kurt asked.

"Can you?" Kurt asked, but that wasn't enough. Blaine made a sound in his throat to ask what it was Kurt needed. Of course, Kurt knew that, but he had to gather his courage once again. He was losing his ability to reason a little, he was so weak, but this he understood.

"Can you hold my balls and maybe lick them too, a little?" he asked and Blaine instantly did as Kurt asked. He began by massaging them very gently, just enough so Kurt could feel it. Then moved his mouth off of Kurt's cock and laid his tongue on the back of his balls, just licking forward and nibbling with his lips. He tenderly took one in his mouth -very careful not to do it too roughly and massaged it with his tongue. Kurt, meanwhile, was panting and moaning loudly. Blane's mouth was magical and Kurt was amazed with every new movement. He was getting carried away when he thought how good it would feel if Blaine was stroking him, too. He closed his eyes for a moment, took a breath and asked without being prompted:

"Put your hand back on my cock and stroke me, please. Softly at first," he managed to get out and Blaine complied. Kurt saw white stars behind his vision. It was so perfect and he was absolutely amazed at how good it felt.

"Blaine....Blaine...." Kurt said between panting moans.

Blaine made a noise, "Hmmm?"

"Can you get the lube and put some on your fingers?" he asked and Blaine let go, moving to the bedside table to get the tube. He covered his fingers and went back to Kurt, who was lying on his back in a sheet dampened with his sweat and practically shaking with anxiety and anticipation. Blaine sat down and looked at Kurt expectantly.

"Please, Blaine, kiss me," Kurt requested and Blaine was right back beside him, kissing him. He was so hard, but he was sure Kurt knew that. He was pushing against Kurt's leg just a little.

"Can you get me ready, Blaine? I need you, need to have you get me prepared," Kurt asked, blushing so much his chest was pink. Blaine complied, very gently placing his finger and pushing in. Kurt pushed back, but it was so tight. He might have been married, but this wasn't an aspect of sex he had been able to do very often. Santana had tiny fingers and she did not understand how if felt, so she wasn't as sensitive to Kurt's needs. It wasn't until Puck that Kurt had experienced how good this could be and he wanted more of it. Blaine didn't know that, but suspected something of the sort and was more than willing to help Kurt with the experience.

"Oh...ah...there, oh, Blaine, Blaine!" Kurt panted, amazed at how good this was. "Can you suck me while you do that?" Kurt asked.

Blaine was smiling, Kurt's enthusiasm was contagious and Blaine was getting so hard watching Kurt he could hardly contain himself. After a just a few moments of sucking, Kurt gently took Blaine's head in his hands and pulled him away, he brought Blaine's face up to his own and kissed him.

"Do you think I'm ready, Blaine?" Kurt asked him with such a sincere face that Blaine stopped what he was doing to put everything into a kiss.

"Yes, Kurt. Tell me what you want...." Blaine said.

Kurt didn't even think first.

"I want you to fuck me. Hard."

Blaine almost came.

"Ah....how do you want to lay?" he asked.

"Can I...can I lie on my back? I want to see you, Blaine," Kurt answered.

Blaine took Kurt in his arms and laid him down in the middle of the bed. He moved between his legs and positioned himself, then began kissing Kurt. Kurt kissed back with eager lips, his hands on Blaine's back, stroking down to cup his ass every few strokes. He pressed gently on the arch of Blaine's back, urging him to enter.

Blaine took a breath and pushed in just a tiny bit, then a little farther. He could see the pain on Kurt's face but the man didn't say a word. When the wrinkles were gone from his brow, Blaine pushed a little more until he was all the way in. He pulled back, then pushed again, following Kurt's pressure on his back for guidance. Kurt was so warm, it felt so good to Blaine, he was a little dizzy. It seemed like they had been doing this for so long....all the anxiety of Kurt struggling to say what he needed, and now Blaine was struggling not to just slam into Kurt. Blaine wanted to do that in the worst way, to disregard Kurt's needs and just take what he wanted. But Blaine could not do that, he'd worked too hard to gain the few little bits of Kurt's self-esteem. He knew he had to listen to Kurt's body now. He could have what he wanted another time, this was important.

"Blaine, oh, that feels so good....now angle just a little this way," Kurt said and he shifted his hips a bit, and Blaine's cock fell in line with that place that made being a man the most delicious thing in the world. Blaine could see it in Kurt's face, feel it in his response.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh....oh, my stars! Oh, Blaine, please don't stop, ahhhh..oh..." Kurt, eyes twisted shut and jaw clenched, muscles taut and breath heaving, hoping with all his might that Blaine would not stop. And Blaine didn't. He kept the rhythm steady and didn't change the angle. All he did was ghost his hand over Kurt's cock, his lube-coated fingers sliding along the shaft and over the top, then circling the ridge around the head with his thumb rubbing the most sensitive place as Blaine kept going, feeling his own climax gathering pressure first in his belly, then in his balls as the inevitable conclusion crept up on him. He had to make sure Kurt came first today, he needed to take care of Kurt...it was playing like a mantra in his head as he never stopped the steady rhythm that was making his Sub come apart.

Kurt's high-pitched whimper goaded Blaine towards his goal and even though his muscles were getting tired and he was getting increasingly more dizzy, he could not possibly stop. Kurt's moan was a stark contrast to the high-pitched whine, it was low and guttural and animalistic as he reached the height his body could stand and he came in pearly spurts of semen, growling deep in his throat as the orgasm overwhelmed him for a moment and his heart pounded like a wild animal in his chest.

With that, Blaine's body reacted with jerking and trembling as he finally allowed the pent-up pressure to release and he filled Kurt with the hot seed he needed, adding to his climax and making him feel as if he were going to pass out. He closed his eyes to the feeling of the bed spinning, knowing that this act shared with Kurt might be the best moment of his entire life. He was dizzy and half blind with the release of tension and he held Kurt close to his chest, not able to kiss him yet due to his inability to breathe. Kurt seemed to be in the same predicament, so they just lay there, trying to calm down and get their breath and heartbeats back to normal.

"Blaine...." Kurt said and Blaine understood what he meant better than if he had spoken a thousand words. Kurt closed his eyes in exhaustion. Blaine slid out, making Kurt jump a bit, and lay down next to him. He just looked at Kurt's beautiful face, wondering why this happened to him, why he fell in love the minute he met this amazing man. Kurt turned to his side, burrowing into Blaine's chest, burying his nose in Blaine's neck. Blaine pulled the blankets up around their chins, covering their shoulders and making a warm nest.

The last thing Blaine heard was, "Can you put your arms around me, Blaine? Please?" And he gathered Kurt in close before they both fell asleep. For this isolated moment in time, everything seemed perfect.