I was sent here for you

We were made to love

We were made to love

You were sent for me too

We were made to love

We were made to love

Made to Love by John Legend

Kurt and Blaine came home soon after leaving the others behind, causing a frantic text an hour later to reach both of their phones. They assured their friends that they were okay and Tessa started to laugh at Sam, who looked clueless.

"Hand it over," she said, stretching her hand out in expectation.

"What are you talking about?"

"The money, I called it. You owe me $20." Sam had never seen her look so gleeful.

"They hooked up?" He asked incredulously.

"They went home early," she said, making air quotes. "We all know what that means."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Not necessarily. Blaine and Kurt are different. I want proof."

"I bet you another $20 that Kurt has a hickey tomorrow morning. I know for a fact that Blaine is a biter."

"Eurgh, gross," Sam said pulling a face. "I do not want that image in my head."

"Deal?" she said decisively.

"Ok, deal." They shook hands.

Kurt clutched Blaines hand all the way home. Now able to touch freely, he couldnt seem to let go. Blaine would look across at him every so often, on the subway, as they walked, and he would smile so warmly that it reached his eyes, aware that he was the luckiest guy in the world.

"Sorry to sound like a sap, but youre gorgeous in this light," he breathed when he could stand the silence no more and Kurt laughed.

"That is pretty sappy, but thank you."

"What would you think if I stopped to kiss you right now?" Blaines eyes twinkled and Kurt laughed again, though he surreptitiously looked behind him down the street.

"Id love it, but not sure the other people on our street would like it."

"Okay, Ill wait," Blaine said, biting his lip to hold back the urge. He raced home a little quicker, taking Kurt with him by the hand. As Blaine opened the door, he could feel Kurts hands on his side and back and he turned to find Kurts eyes a little darker in the streetlight.

"I know we were affectionate before, but my hands want so much more," Kurt said, blushing a little. Blaine took his hand and kissed it slowly. He led him into the apartment and took off his shoes.

Kurt made warm milk, their evening custom, and Blaine joined him in the kitchen after a while, sneaking his arms around Kurts waist and kissing the back of his neck.

"Everything feels so different now," Blaine whispered, his warm breath tickling Kurts neck, making him sigh. "I know we do this every night, make warm milk, play the piano, but now I get to do this." And he nibbled his way along Kurts neck, pressing his lips and sucking in places. He closed his eyes and sighed in pleasure.

"Blaine…"

Kurt moaned loudly and leant backwards, allowing Blaine better access to take, take, take. Blaine kissed and sucked a spot just below Kurts ear that drove him wild and he felt wobbly on his legs.

"Want to take this somewhere else?" Blaine whispered.

"God, yes…"

Kurt dragged him to their bedroom, no longer a place where they would just sleep and hug. Kurt stopped just short of the big space; sheets were folded neatly and tucked in.

"We can take it slow if you like," Blaine whispered near his ear after a while. Kurt hadnt realised he had stopped and taken so long, but he turned quickly.

"You want to take it slow?"

Blaine closed his eyes in an effort to resist and take control. "God no." When he opened his eyes again they were bright and Kurt couldnt look away. "But Id go slow for you. I dont want to be a trigger for anything."

Blaine emphasised the word anything, leaving a lot unsaid. Theyd never had a discussion about any other abuse and Kurt realised that Blaine had imagined far worse.

"I think we need to chat." Kurt walked him to the bed and sat down next to him. He breathed out. "James never raped me, Blaine."

Blaine looked visibly relieved.

"We had a reasonable sex life most of the time. It was more that…" Kurt looked embarrassed to be discussing this with Blaine. He started to think his demands were silly.

"You can tell me," Blaine said quietly and Kurt realised how he could tell him anything; first and foremost he was his best friend.

"He could be cold afterwards, only worried about his own orgasm, but I guess a lot of relationships turn into that eventually. It was no big deal."

To Blaine, it was. "Kurt, not every relationship is like that. Youre fucking amazing, no one should ever take you for granted."

Kurt chuckled at the swear. "It seems youve been hanging with Tessa too often."

"If you let me," Blaine said quietly, sincerely. "Ill show you how beautiful you are." He looked over Kurts lithe body, fully clothed on their bed, making Kurt feel like he was being undressed with his eyes.

"Can I take off your clothes?" Blaine asked and Kurt nodded.

Blaine removed each item so lovingly, slowly, with confidence but awe at every inch of skin that was being revealed. Kurt watched him carefully, saw only love in those honey eyes that had cared for him for so long. When Kurts shirt was removed, Blaine carefully draped it on a chair and returned his eyes and lips to Kurts exposed shoulders as he sat sideways. He kissed him gently, his lips ghosting over soft skin. Kurt almost closed his eyes with the pleasure, but he kept them open, desperate to see. Blaine was taking his time, determined to give all the pleasure and clearly enjoying it himself as he bucked a little closer, his erection bumping against Kurts thigh. Blaine moaned loudly at the contact.

"Please… let me touch you."

Kurts fingers ached to touch and Blaine eagerly stripped his top. His eyes were dark, but Kurt had never felt so turned on and he looked like he might just devour him as he pushed a little, causing Blaine to fall onto the bed.

"Your chest…" Kurt murmured in awe of the dark hair littering his pecs and leading along his toned stomach. He touched, because he could, and sat back so he was lying on his side, his fingers feeling along the warm skin, causing Blaine to giggle.

"Sorry, youre just so beautiful," Kurt said. He indicated Blaines belt. "Do you mind?" Blaine couldnt speak, too overwhelmed at the thought of what Kurt might do and he weakly nodded. He involuntarily bucked as Kurts fingers ghosted over his straining erection, on his way to removing his pants. Blaine didnt care; there was no finesse, he needed his pants off very soon. Kurt giggled.

Just in his boxers, Blaine didnt feel exposed. Kurt began kissing, just like Blaine had kissed him earlier, except Kurts fingers ghosted over his inner thighs, or led up higher at the same time until Blaine was practically mewling in pleasure and bucking higher.

"Fuck, Kurt…"

"I love it when you curse," Kurt murmured near his ear and he took the opportunity to suck gently on his earlobe, causing Blaine to buck again in desperation. Blaine sat upright causing Kurt to sit too, mirroring his position.

"If you kept that up, I would have no choice but to maul you or come in my boxers," Blaine grinned, but the blush on his cheeks was evident.

"Whats wrong with that?" Kurt asked innocently, coming closer, looking directly at Blaine. His eyes were so lust-blown and dark that Blaine momentarily lost his breath and his heart stammered in his chest.

"You want me to come in my underwear?"

"No," Kurt said, coming even closer so his breath tickled Blaines soft lips. "I want you to maul me."

Blaines eyes widened and Kurt just had to laugh.

"I knew I couldnt get away with comments like that…"

"No, no, I was just surprised," Blaine said.

"Why?" Kurt said, sitting back slightly. "Im not a porcelain doll. I promise I wont break."

Blaine opened his mouth, about to protest that he knew that, when Kurt interrupted by removing his pants and underwear. Blaine sat open-mouthed.

"James may have hurt me, but Im still here and you can kiss me—" Kurt came lower, back to the bed to kiss Blaines shoulder. "You can move me—" Blaine was nudged backwards again as Kurt hovered over him and finally came closer, his face inches from Blaine. "And you can definitely take me." Kurts lips pressed insistently against Blaines warm, soft mouth. Blaine just took it, because he wanted to relish this above everything else. "Because with James I was never allowed to enjoy and take and I have dreamt of doing this with you for a loooong time."

Blaine moaned at the image, the knowledge that Kurt had been struggling like he had and he kissed him back, pushing Kurt so he was upright and dipping his tongue in to enjoy.

"Fuck me," Kurt moaned, "Take me and make me moan. I want to feel it."

"Fuck - "

Kurt fell back onto the bed, spreading his legs a little wider and Blaine almost came at the sight, so perfect, so open and waiting for him. He closed his eyes.

"I put lube in the bedside drawer," Kurt said after a while and he blushed, causing Blaine to wonder if he had much time alone to do that to himself, to touch and find that spot. Blaines cock twitched in pleasure.

Blaine trailed the lube down, touching gently, making Kurt moan already and he pressed back slightly against Blaines finger. Blaine added two and then a third so he was carefully prepared, all ready until…

"Blaine, please…" Kurt moaned so loudly, Blaine was temporarily worried about their neighbours, but he granted Kurts desperate plea and prepared. He pushed Kurts knees up to his chest and went in slowly—as slowly as he possibly could—eventually moving deeper. Kurt kept his gaze, a gentle and loving gaze, so in love with the man inside of him.

"Are you okay?" Blaine asked, a stuttered question, a heaving of breath.

Kurt nodded. "You can go further, its ok, you can -"

He closed his eyes and moaned as Blaine rocked slightly farther, fully in. Blaines senses were overwhelmed; Kurt was everywhere, all around him, and they were rocking together, slow and endless, in time with Kurts gasps of pleasure. Blaine kissed his perfect mouth as it opened with another moan of pleasure, his tongue teasing the roof of his mouth and moaning in tandem. He rocked harder, tilted so the angle was just so…

"Fuck, right there Blaine, right there—"

Kurt arched to meet the thrusts and his eyes clenched in pleasure, so there, so complete and full. Blaines fingers trailed down and he gently took Kurt in his hand, causing him to come straight away. He tightened his hold and watched as Kurt came undone. A few more heavy thrusts, his eyes wide open to take in the sight and Blaine came hard.

"Oh fuck. That was so good," Blaine breathed, coming out and collapsing on the bed beside Kurt, who was panting.

"Fuck," was all Kurt could say and their eyes met and they laughed until their sides hurt.

"Worth the wait?" Blaine asked after a while, one of his legs still draped over Kurts body, his lips curled into a cheeky smile.

"You have no idea how long Ive waited for that," Kurt said smiling and not caring about the mess and he tangled his legs around Blaines so they were together. "Ive waited my whole life for that."

Blaine said nothing, hating that Kurt had never experienced it properly, but eternally grateful that he was enjoying that with Kurt instead. Kurt nestled his nose under Blaines jaw and smiled, breathing in his scent of sex and old-fashioned cologne.

"Ive waited my whole life for this," he murmured and Blaine brought him impossibly closer.