Kurt flushed hot, knowing he was in serious trouble. He grasped his new cell phone tighter in his hand. It was a present from Blaine so they could talk or text during the long days apart.

“I think you owe me a toll, Hummel,” the boy said, “and Im right here to collect it.” The boy said in a menacing tone, his hand stroking the front of his jeans and his eyes burning into Kurts. Kurt tried to recall his name. Something Polish...Karosney? Kartovski?

Kurts skin was crawling with shivers, making him feel cold and hot at the same time, his stomach churning with the nausea that came when a bully showed up – and the feeling was ten times worse when he was by himself. In second grade when hed lost his leg and the teasing began, it made him cry when they called him names, but he grew a thicker skin and learned to make it appear as if it didnt bother him. He thought they would grow tired of him not responding and the teasing would stop. He couldnt have been more wrong.

The teasing went from a few verbal insults to nasty things – jokes about what would happen if he lost the other leg and his arms, too. He still remembered some of the supposed jokes: “What would you call Hummel with no arms or legs in a swimming pool? Bob! What would you call him in a hot tub? Stew! What would you call Hummel with no arms and no legs on your front porch? Matt! What would you call him in a pile of leaves? Russell! What if he was holding down a railroad tie? Spike! Under a car? Jack!” There seemed to be no end to the list.

The real damage happened at night. Kurt hadnt given conscious thought about what might happen after they amputated his leg. One night after the teasing started, he dreamed that he was seeing the doctor at the hospital, he was lying on the narrow bed, and he looked down – they had removed his other leg. Kurt screamed! They hadnt told him this would happen and he was very upset in the dream. Then he tried to sit up to see what was left of the leg, but he couldnt sit up. He looked down in the dream to see they had amputated his arms, too. He woke up screaming. It was over a year before that dream finally went away, and Burt had given up and let Kurt sleep in his bed with him until he was in fifth grade.

“Ah. I dont have any real money – just a few dollars for lunch. You can have that,” Kurt offered, trying to quickly get the money from his pants pocket to give to Karofsky. He shoved his hand in, balancing his cell phone while his other hand was holding the crutch. His hands were shaking. He was used to being pushed into lockers, having slushies thrown in his face, being called filthy names – and as unpleasant as that was, it had never really made him afraid in this way.

Most days, one or another of his friends was with him in the halls, sometimes even a friendly acquaintance would help out because Kurt was allowed an extra five minutes to get from one classroom to another and whomever carried his books got to leave early with him; so even if most of the students did not really feel charitable towards Kurt, they did like the perk of getting out of class early.

“It better be enough, Pansy-boy,” the bully growled, bringing Kurts wandering mind back to the present.

At the nasty comment from Karofsky, Kurt accidentally dropped his cell phone, hearing the precious object hit the floor as he scrambled to save it. It hit just so and dialed the number that was on the screen. Connection.

“Hello?” came the voice, but Kurt didnt hear it. He was trying to push the big kid off of himself, struggling and cursing. He shouted for the boy to stop, hed give him all the money he had and held up his wallet. The boy grabbed it and tore through it.

“Youve only got seven dollars? Shit. And no plastic? How do you buy stuff? Whatsa matter with your old man, he doesnt trust you with a credit card?” the boy taunted. When Kurt didnt answer, he kicked him.

Kurt howled, curling into a ball as the boy kicked him again and again until hed broken the prosthesis and bent the crutch in two, then started kicking his body. It seemed to last forever and no one came to help.

Laughing, Karofsky walked down the hallway, throwing Kurts wallet back at him.

Kurt lay on the floor, his head buzzing and his body aching. The boy that kicked him was large and strong and knew exactly where it would hurt the most. He closed his eyes for a moment and passed out. He never heard Blaines voice on the cell phone calling to him in panic.

*

Blaine was walking down the hallway at Dalton, his classes over for the day. He was headed back to his dorm room across campus with Trent when his cell phone rang. Blaine listened for a few short minutes and went pale when he heard what was going on and when he realized that Kurt couldnt hear him, he disconnected and called Burt. Burt assured him he was calling the police and was on his way to help.

Blaine turned to Trent.

“Is your car out front?” he asked, remembering that Trent had come to school late and probably not parked back by the dorms.

“Yeah, heres the keys....go! Call when you find out something,” Trent said, having heard what Blaine said to Burt.

Blaine grabbed Trents keys, thanked Trent and handed him his own keys, and was out the door, running to the car. He was two hours from Lima and he was going to be there as soon as he could make it. He was very afraid and said a prayer in his head as he started the engine and backed out of the parking space.

Kurt woke up in a cold room, a heated blanket wrapped around him. He blinked and looked up to see his father standing in the doorway, talking to a man in uniform.

“Dad? Kurt said in a weak voice, trying to keep his eyes open.

“Kurt! Doctor, hes awake!” Burt said, rushing in to be at his sons side.

“What?” Kurts eyes searched the room until he located his dad.

“I got a call from Blaine. He said his cell rang and he could hear you in trouble. I called the school and got right over there. Coach Bieste found you in the hallway by the locker rooms. You must have been calling Blaine because his cell rang after youd dropped yours. What happened?” Burt asked, holding Kurts hand.

“One of the football jocks...that kid, Karofsky? He wanted my money. I tried to give it to him and he said it wasnt enough. He beat me up I think,” Kurt said, moaning in pain as he tried to turn over to see his father.

“The police are taking a report. Well have that kid suspended and in juvie by tonight,” Burt threatened.

“Kurt, can you sit up for me?” the doctor said, ushering Burt from the small room.

Kurt struggled and sat up, his balance off as he swayed on the gurney. The doctor held out a steady hand and Kurt gripped it.

“You got kicked in the head it looks like, probably a concussion. You were out for a while. We took a scan and the bones are not cracked. You do have some soft tissue damage to your right leg where the prosthesis was torn off....ah, I do have some bad news. Your prosthesis was shattered. I can get you some crutches until you can have a new one fitted. Do you prefer the wooden crutches that go under your arms or the aluminum wrist-cuff type?”

Kurt just sat there, staring off into space. Just when things had gotten back on an even keel, this had to happen. He was fine with using crutches around the house when his prosthesis was off in the evenings, but having to wear the empty-leg pants and have his hands occupied with crutches....he was beginning to regret turning down Mr. Schues offer of a wheel chair.

“Ah, the wrist-cuffs, please. Thank you. Can I go home?” Kurt asked in a monotone.

“We need to see to a few scrapes and wrap your wrist. I think youve sprained it,” the doctor said, taking Kurts arm and pushing at the joint. Kurt cringed as he hit a sore spot.

“Ah, I think the crutches might not be the best idea with this injury, Kurt. I dont think you can hold your weight on it to walk. I can set you up with a wheelchair for a few weeks until it heals. Youll probably have the prosthesis by then,” the doctor said, putting a comforting arm around the boy.

“Okay. Just send my dad back in before he punches somebody,” Kurt asked, resigned to his fate.

The doctor walked out, making notes on the chart.

“Hey, Beau,” a soft voice came from the doorway. A warmth filled Kurt as he looked up to see Blaine standing there, out of breath but looking polished in his Dalton uniform. Blaine had started calling Kurt “Beau” a few weeks ago and Kurt loved it.

“Bee, thank you for calling Dad. I guess I had the cell open to your number when I dropped it. Im sorry you had to hear that,” he said, head down.

Blaine walked over slowly and put his arms around Kurt. Kurt fell into them, holding Blaine tightly around the waist and burying his head in his boyfriends chest.

“Hey, Kurt. I told you Id always be there. Im here for you now – I only wish Id been able to get here sooner. You okay?”

“Yeah. I sprained my wrist so I cant use crutches for a few weeks. Ill really be a cripple now – wheelchair and all,” Kurt sank his head down into Blaines stomach, holding back tears. He hated to cry in front of Blaine.

“Youre going to be okay, Beau, I promise. Well make this okay,” he soothed, running his fingers through Kurts hair and saying little bits of love and encouragement. Kurt finally sat up.

“Ah...could you call the nurse? I have to use the rest room,” he said, looking down and blushing.

“No need, Beau. Im here, let me help you,” he offered. Kurt didnt want to have Blaine in there with him, but he didnt have much choice. He put out his arms and Blaine helped him hop over to the rest room adjacent to the exam cubicle.

“Hey, I wont look – and to be fair, Ive seen you before, Kurt. Just...ah..lean on me for balance, okay?”

“Yeah, fine,” Kurt said, hiking up the skimpy hospital gown in front and standing close to the toilet. His back hurt standing, but this wouldnt take long. He took his penis in hand and was finally able to relax enough to urinate, when he happened to glance down.

“Ohhh! Blaine...whats wrong?” he shouted as he saw the bright red stream collecting into a pool of blood in the toilet bowl. He was peeing blood. A lot of blood. The sharp, hot pain radiated through his back and he would have fallen to his knee if Blaine hadnt been holding him.

“Hold on, Beau. Doctor!” Blaine held Kurt tightly and shouted, pushing the emergency button on the wall next to them.

It was less than a minute when the doctor and two nurses came in, the doctor helping Blaine to catch Kurt as his eyes rolled back and he fainted. They carried him back to the bed and set him down gently. Burt was right behind the nurses and had seen the blood in the toilet, too. He was right next to Kurt, his arms helping Blaine to hold his son.

“Whats wrong? What happened? Did he get kicked in the kidney, too?” Burt asked, close to panic. He took in a big breath and held it for a second, trying to calm his heartbeat.

“Yes, I saw the bruises on his back, and we did an X-ray of the kidney but it didnt show us all we needed to see. Dont worry, Mr. Hummel, were going to do a few more tests,” the doctor said, then turned to the nurse. “I want an IVP with contrast, then depending on the results of that, an MRI or Cat scan,” he ordered.

“Can I stay with him?” Burt asked, taking the words right out of Blaines mouth. Blaine stepped back, he knew that no matter how much he wanted to be with Kurt right now, his father had priority and Kurt would probably feel better having Burt there.

“No, not in the X-ray room. The scan and IVP X-Ray wont take long, though, and hell be back here. If you two dont mind waiting?” the nurse directed them, waving at the two plastic chairs. Kurt was blinking back awake and the nurse took his hand, murmuring to him to keep him calm. She came back and set up an IV, injected some medication into the tubing, and gave the men a small smile.

“Kurt, Im going to give you some medication that will make you feel sleepy, okay? Then some stuff called contrast when we get into the X-ray room. It might make you feel warm and you might feel like you have to urinate. Thats fine. It will help the doctors see your kidney better so they can treat you,” she told him in carefully pronounced words. Kurt nodded his head and reached his hand out to Blaine and Burt.

“Your dad and your friend will be right here waiting for you when you get back. You wont be gone long, okay?”

“Okay...did the doctor know Im peeing blood...I dont think thats good...it hurt,” Kurt said, his voice slowing down as he fell asleep.

“Thats the versed,” she explained, “It will add to the sedation and he wont remember the procedure. We dont always use this, but the doctor thought it might keep him calmer and it will block some of the pain.”

Blaine and Burt sat down while Kurt was wheeled from the room.

About a half hour later, Kurt was wheeled back. He was groggy but awake and smiled when Blaine and Burt came to hold his hands. The doctor was back in a few moments, too.

“Well, he does have some soft tissue damage to the kidney, which is what is causing the bleeding. It isnt life-threatening, but it is very painful. Kurt will need to stay in bed for about two weeks, getting up only to use the restroom or eat. He needs to take a short walk each day, too, to keep his muscles working. Im going to prescribe some pain medication and an antibiotic to head off any bacteria that might be present. Otherwise you may take him home today. If youll come with me, Mr. Hummel, I need to go over the paperwork for the insurance with you.”

Blaine stayed in the room with Kurt, standing next to the bed and holding his hand.

“Your dad told me they broke your prosthesis. I called Cooper and he told me it was insured. That means you can get a new one right away. Theyre already working on it,” Blaine said.

“Already?”

“Yeah, they have your file – the prosthesist, Billy, said hed call as soon as its done and you can go get it fitted. He said it will take about three weeks,” Blaine assured his boyfriend.

“Really? Oh, I guess since I just got fitted last time they wont have to do that part again. Thank you, Blaine. I hadnt even thought that far ahead yet.”

“Well, I am here to take care of you. Always,” Blaine said, leaning forward and catching Kurts lips. The chaste little peck turned into a real kiss and Burt walked in. He stood for a moment, then cleared his throat.

“How you feeling now, son?” he asked.

“Im okay. I guess the doctor told you I have to be in a chair for a while. Until the arm heals enough to carry my weight anyway,” Kurt said, still a bit melancholy.

“Yeah, but you wont let that set you back. I know you better than that, huh, kiddo?” Burt teased. “Thanks, Blaine, for getting the new leg started. Thank your brother for me, eh?” Burt asked.

“Sure thing, Mr. Hummel,” Blaine smiled at the man. Burt really was a teddy-bear in spite of the way he appeared.

“What did I tell you to call me?” Burt growled.

“Not late to dinner?” Blaine chuckled.

Burt rolled his eyes and play-punched Blaines arm.

They sat with Kurt for another hour while the wheels of the ER redtape turned slowly. A nurse came in and gave Kurt a shot, then the doctor was back to put a cast on his wrist. Another nurse came in to remove the IV. Finally they were ready to go. The nurse brought in a new wheelchair.

“Okay, Ill accompany you to the car. This is your new chair for the time being. Here are the doctors orders. You need to call the prosthesis department of ….ah....Westerville Hospital, then follow up with your regular physician. The injection I gave you is a muscle relaxant and pain medication so you can probably expect to be sleepy for several more hours. You may have a concussion, so be sure to wake him up every two hours tonight to be sure hes doing okay. If he is difficult to wake, call us.” She finished, looking at Burt during the last part of her speech. He signed the paperwork and the nurse walked them to the parking lot.

“Your chariot awaits,” Blaine said, looking at Burt to be sure this was going to be okay for him to drive Kurt home. Burt nodded at the boy.

“Ill go get things closed down at the shop. I left Hank in charge, so I guess I better double check. Ill see you two at home in a few hours, okay kiddo?” Burt asked, hugging his son before picking him up and placing him in the passenger seat of Blaines car.

“See you then, Dad. I love you,” Kurt smiled at his dad. Nobody could have a better father.

“Love you, too.”

At the Hummel house, Blaine took Kurts keys and unlocked the door, propping the screen open. He went back and took the light wheelchair out of the trunk and pushed down on the seat to unfold it. Kurt wanted to get into it by himself and it was hard for Blaine to stand by, watching his boyfriend struggle to shift himself into the seat, but he finally got there and gave himself a small smile of accomplishment.

Pushing himself a little, Kurt could see he wasnt going to be able to get anywhere with the cast on his wrist.

“Okay, Bee. I guess I do need help,” he sighed. Blaine was ready, taking him into the kitchen.

“Whats for dinner?” Blaine asked, hoping he could help with cooking or something. He just liked being near Kurt.

“Ah, I bought the groceries yesterday. We can cook dinner for Dad. Its an easy recipe that takes a short time to cook, so lets think of a dessert,” Kurt smiled. Blaine smiled back and they got busy. Blaine got out the ingredients and they made a plum tart with marscapone cheese.

While it baked, Blaine came over to Kurt, intending to lean over to kiss him, but Kurt pulled him onto his lap. Blaine relaxed into Kurts arms, their lips busy as visions of what they could be doing danced through his head.

“Can you stay the weekend?” Kurt asked between kisses.

“Yeah, as long as its okay with your dad. Do you think hell be okay with that?” Blaine asked. He spent weekends with Kurt once in a while, always careful to be respectful of Burts rules about intimacy in the Hummel house. Of course, Kurt did sneak into the guest room to have a late night make-out session every time, but Blaine thought he was probably welcome tonight.

“Blaine...I just...well, I want you to know how much you mean to me. From the first time we met, youve been supportive and loving and the best thing in my life,” Kurt said softly, stroking his fingers through Blaines curls.

“And youre the best thing in mine, Kurt. Kiss me again,” he said, taking Kurts mouth once again.

“Hey, your legs must be falling asleep with me sitting on your lap, Beau,” Blaine said, getting up. Kurt held him for a few more seconds, kissing him deeply.

“Its six oclock, should we be getting dinner made?” Blaine asked, looking at the clock.

“Yeah. Dad should be home in a few...” Kurt started to say, but they heard the front door open and Burt walked in.

“Whoa, what smells so great?” Burt asked, a smile on his face.

“Plum tart. Go get your shower and slip into some comfy clothes and well have dinner on the table when you come back down,” Kurt said, anxious to please his dad.

“Okay, back in twenty minutes,” Burt said, walking up the steps to his room.

“If youll set the burner on high and get the pasta water up to temp, I can start the sauce,” Kurt offered. Blaine got the ingredients and Kurt opened the jars.

“Okay, Ill just heat up the olive oil, you put in the Tonnino tuna and there should be some Kalamata olives. Theres a jar of sun-dried tomatoes in the cupboard there,” Kurt pointed as Blaine got the ingredients down.

“Oh, how about some artichoke hearts?” Blaine suggested and Kurt grinned. He loved cooking with his boyfriend. They added a few capers, a can of fire-roasted tomatoes, garlic, a few more herbs and spices.

“Wow, that smells delicious!” Burt said, coming back down the stairs.

“Thank you, we just sort of made it up as we went,” Kurt bragged as Blaine poured the fresh lemon juice in the pan for the last minute of cooking.

He drained the angel hair pasta, cooked to al dente perfection and they poured the sauce over the pasta to seep for a minute.

“This is wonderful, boys,” Burt crowed, eating his plate of food.

After dinner the three men sat around the den watching an old Sam Spade detective movie. Blaine served the plum tart, smiling at Burt when he mentioned how good it had turned out.

“Im bushed. I think I”m going to go to bed, get some shut-eye. Hank is off tomorrow to spend some time with his folks, so I need to open the garage. You guys lock up, okay?” Burt asked, getting up from his easy chair.

“Sure, Mr. Hummel,” Blaine said, getting up to go check the doors.

“You need some help getting to bed, Kurt?” Burt asked his son. He was well aware that Blaine helped him, which made him a little uncomfortable, but he liked Blaine.

“No, Dad. Weve got it covered. Its okay if Blaine stays with me tonight? I cant get out of bed by myself until this wrist heals,” Kurt looked up at his father, hoping he would approve.

“Sure, kid. Just remember the rules,” he said, reaching down to hug Kurt.

“Thanks, Dad. Sleep well,” he said, hugging back.

Blaine wheeled the chair into the bedroom, holding it steady while Kurt transferred himself onto the bed.

“Which pajamas do you want to wear tonight?” Blaine asked, opening the drawer in Kurts dresser.

“The light blue ones I think,” Kurt smiled. He took off his clothes slowly, his wrist giving him trouble as he went. Blaine reached over to help when needed without discussion. He was so used to helping Kurt now it was just habit.

“You look so tired, Beau. I know it was a long day. Want to talk about what happened at school?” he asked.

“Well, no...but maybe I had better. Like you keep telling me, I tend to bottle it all up and then things get to me,” Kurt admitted. He was happy with spending the evening eating good food and sharing a movie with Blaine and his father, but he knew this was coming.

In spite of setting out the pajamas for both boys, neither one actually put them on. Both were naked as Blaine slipped under the blanket and cozied up to Kurt, loving the feel of his boyfriends naked skin on his belly as he put his arms around the boy and tugged Kurts back close to his chest. They slept like this at Blaines house where Cooper never entered the bedroom, trusting his little brother to use his good judgment.

Blaine kissed Kurts neck, little kitten kisses to tease as he ran his hands down Kurts chest to his soft belly.

“I love to touch your skin,” Blaine murmured, moving his mouth to just under Kurts ear so he could lick shivers onto his skin. Kurt purred his approval, snuggling his butt back to rub against Blaines cock. He loved to feel as Blaine got harder and harder, just waiting for the noises that were never far behind.

“I love it when you touch me, Bee. Oh...just a bit to the left,” Kurt directed, wanting Blaines hands to rub his nipples. He felt the warmth of arousal shimmer down his spine as Blaine barely touched the tips of his nipples, increasing the open-mouthed kisses on his neck. Kurt shivered again in delight.

“There, Beau?” Blaine asked, blowing across the damp skin.

“Oh, yes....” Kurt responded. He basked in the pampering for a few more minutes before turning in Blaines arms to kiss him properly.

“Hey, now....you know we need to talk about what happened at school. I want to make out, too, Beau, but we need to do this first,” Blaine admonished. Kurt groaned, but he knew his boyfriend was right.

“All right. I was late to choir and Rachel was running to catch up to her young giant. Thats Finn. He just joined choir and Rachel is dating him. Anyway, I told her to tell Mr. Schue that I was going to be late. I had to get some books from my locker and someone had put gum in the lock, I had to borrow a hairpin from Santana...you get the picture,” Kurt said calmly.

Blaine shifted his legs to touch Kurts leg, but kept his eyes on Kurts face.

“Well, that new football jerk....Karanovsky or whatever his name is....he told me I couldnt be in that hallway outside the gym locker room. I tried to just ignore him and hurry away, but he wasnt taking no for an answer. I tried to get my money out of my pocket, but I was holding the crutch and the cell and I dropped the phone.

“I thought I heard you call to me for a second...but he kicked me in the head and I dont remember anything else. I woke up in the ER.”

“Im so sorry that happened to you. So sorry. I wish I had been closer. All I could think to do was call your dad. He said hed come get you and I left right away to come to you,” Blaine explained. He was beating himself up over not being there for Kurt. Hed promised to take care of Kurt and hed fallen down on the job. “Ah, I saw Trent as I was rushing back to my dorm to call Cooper for a ride and he threw me his car keys. He told me to bring his car back tomorrow or whenever I could. Trent is such a great guy,” Blaine said, thankful for his friend.

“Yeah, I like Trent a lot. That was nice of him. Bee, you are not responsible for me. I am responsible for my own welfare. I knew better than to walk down that hallway by myself, I knew Rachel wasnt going to be there and I could have gone another way. Stop blaming yourself. Im okay, just a few bumps along the way. You were there when I needed you – youre here with me now. We can drive to Westerville tomorrow and return Trents car to him. Lets just put this whole thing behind us, okay?” Kurt asked, searching Blaines eyes for understanding.

“I cant just stop thinking about it, Beau. I wasnt there when you needed me. I feel awful about that,” Blaine said.

“Here, let me give you something new to think about,” Kurt said, reaching under the covers to rub his palm across Blaines crotch, smiling at the noise that escaped from his boyfriends throat. He brought their lips together and kissed Blaine deeply, his tongue a soft warm presence in the other boys mouth.

“Mmm,” Blaine hummed, loving the feel of Kurts hands on him.

“Do you think your dads asleep?” Blaine whispered.

“Yeah. I can hear him snoring. Besides, you can hear when he comes down the stairs. Were safe enough. What did you have in mind?” Kurt asked, wanting more with his boyfriend.

“This,” Blaine whispered and ducked his head under the covers, kissing down Kurts chest. Stopping to curl his tongue around the left nipple as he stroked his erection. Kurt shivered in delight once again.

Blaine wanted to do something they had not done yet. Hed been thinking about it for a week, but just hadnt gathered the courage to ask Kurt if it was a possibility. Now seemed the right time, but Blaine struggled with whether he should just do it or ask first. He closed his eyes, trying to think but it was difficult because Kurt was pumping his hand on Blaines erection. If Blaine was going to do it, he had to do it now before it was too late for him. He was already feeling the swirling heat in his belly, a sure sign of impending orgasm.

Blaine put his hand on Kurts good wrist, stopping him from stimulating him any more. Kurts eyes sought out Blaines, asking silently for explanation and Blaine just kissed him, then let go and kissed Kurts neck, slowly trailing his mouth down his chest once again. He held Kurts wrists to the mattress, shifting until he was lying on top of his boyfriend.

“Bee?” Kurt whispered, but Blaine was silent as he moved closer to his goal.

“Be quiet, Beau, okay?” he asked, then put out his tongue and licked the tip of Kurts cock. He had been worried about how it would taste, but there was nothing unpleasant. As a matter of fact it made his blood heat up in a way hed never felt before and suddenly he had opened his mouth wide and taken Kurt in. He wasnt expecting the loud moan and scrambled to get his hand over Kurts mouth to silence him before he woke his dad.

“Blaine!” Kurt whisper-shouted. “Oh, my God....what are you doing?”

Which was a silly question because Kurt knew exactly what he was doing. He pulled in his cheeks to suck a little harder and Kurts eyes rolled back. He was practically panting, humming and moaning. Blaine swirled his tongue around the crown, causing friction on the front where the large vein met the ridge. Kurt was squirming, trying to wrap his head around what he was feeling, wanting it to never stop.

“Blaine, oh..baby...that is so good. OH....mmmmmm” Kurt went on, until he realized what was about to happen. “Bee...stop, stop,” he said, beginning to panic. He didnt want to come in his mouth -it was too much.

Blaine let go for just a moment.

“Its okay, Beau...come now...its okay,” he said and went back to sucking. Kurt took a breath and the heat swallowed him. He came for so long he thought he would pass out.

Blaine kept sucking lightly, kept moving his tongue until Kurt was done. He pulled off and grabbed the towel hed left beside the bed, spitting into it quietly. He just could not swallow it all. He took a deep breath and looked up at Kurt. Kurt had his eyes closed, a look of total bliss on his face.

“You okay, Beau?” Blaine asked, a little shaky.

“Yes...oh, yes. Blaine....” he said, pulling Blaine closer to kiss him. If he noticed the taste of himself in Blaines kiss he didnt say anything.

“Good,” Blaine sighed, tired now from the physical work and the mental workout, too.

Kurt opened his eyes.

“Can I...return the favor?” he asked.

“You dont have to. Im fine,” Blaine said.

Kurts hand went down and found Blaine was still hard as a brass rod. He looked at his boyfriend, rolled his eyes, and whispered, “Whats sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, you know.”

He moved down and took him in his mouth, humming in pleasure as he tried to copy what Blaine had just done. It took a good deal less time to bring about Blaines climax, considering how hard he was after sucking Kurt. Blaine exploded, biting on his hand so as not to shout his joy.

The boys cleaned up, now wearing pajamas, and snuggled together in Kurts bed.

“Thank you,” Kurt said, not sure of what the proper etiquette was for what they had just done.

Blaine giggled.

“You are so welcome, Beau. I have been dreaming about that for two weeks...well, probably longer than that, but seriously for two weeks. I couldnt get the courage up to ask...” Blaine said, smiling at Kurts blush.

“Im glad you did. I was thinking about the same thing. I think about a lot of things with you, Bee. I know we have each other, but I just want...I dont know...I want more sometimes,” Kurt admitted, looking away in his embarrassment.

“More? Am I not doing something? Tell me, Beau...what can I do?” Blaine asked.

“Oh, no, its nothing like that. I love every minute we have together, You know that,” Kurt assured his boyfriend. “Its just...I love touching you, love kissing you. I never dreamed Id have a boyfriend like you, Blaine. Youre everything to me,” Kurt said, looking into Blaines honey-brown eyes. Tonight they were clear like two topaz jewels in the moonlight.

“I love being with you, too, Beau. I love you,” Blaine said bluntly, watching to see what Kurts reaction would be. He wasnt disappointed. Tears filled Kurts eyes with emotion as he kissed Blaines cheek.

“I love you, too, baby. I do,” he said sincerely.

They lay back, Blaines arm around Kurts shoulders as he lay his head on Blaines chest. It wasnt long before they both dozed off to sleep.