Blaine slammed the front door behind them. He was not pleased in the slightest bit. He dropped the bag of produce he was carrying and turned to his boyfriend. "I think you should wait for me in the bedroom." His tone was as cold as ice. Kurt stared at him for a moment in disbelief.Is he really angry about this?He asked himself. When Blaine's eyes narrowed, the performer realized that yes, Blaine was indeed angry. The cautious man he was, Kurt decided long ago to pick his battles carefully. This was not a battle he wanted to fight. Not for a moment. So, without a word, he turned on his heel and stomped towards the room. It was going to be a long evening.

When he heard the bedroom door slam shut, Blaine flopped down on the bench in the foyer. He was exhausted. It was their third day in Ohio and things were not going as Blaine originally expected them to. Not by a long shot. After dinner with his parents, Blaine began to notice little things about his boyfriend that he never noticed before. Quite possibly, those things weren't there before. Blaine was not sure. He was sure, however, that those things made him a bit uncomfortable. They were not a part of the calm, confident Chicago Kurt that Blaine fell in love way back when. But why? Why was Kurt different? In the three days since they arrived, things were different and Blaine did not like it. Not one bit.

Was it him? Maybe he'd changed and that caused the change in Kurt. He couldn't remember changing though. As far as he knew he was the exact same Blaine that hit the highway with his boyfriend less than a week ago. Maybe it was the environment. What was it about Ohio that made Kurt different? Well, at least that was a question that had answers. From what Kurt told him about growing up, Ohio had, once upon a time, been his own personal hell. Blaine knew a bit about Hell via Ohio. He'd lived it. In his heart, he knew Kurt was much stronger than he could have imagined being, so he did not hold out belief that their Ohio Haiti's was the reason either. So what? What was the reason for the doting? The pampering? The jealousy?

Their first day in the cabin, Kurt waited on him hand and foot. He cleaned up his messes, he cooked for him; the works. Blaine thought it was wonderful at first, he really did. But then he realized that it was almost a compulsion for Kurt to do those things. It was like he was compelled to do everything right so that nothing could go wrong. "Hmmm...now that's a thought." Blaine whispered to himself.

The way Kurt pampered him by making his favorite meals and drawing his baths was flattering at first. Originally, he felt like Kurt wanted to make their time together special, but now, Blaine was certain there was something else going on. There was a new storm brewing and he finally understood it. For the first time, Blaine understood why things were happening the way they were happening. He understood why Kurt waited on him hand and foot. He understood why Kurt snapped at the produce clerk while they grocery shopped. He understood why he glared at the girl at Fizoli's. He understood it all. For the first time, Blaine realized just how scared Kurt was. The things that drove him just a bit crazy were the things that made Kurt feel safe in their relationship. They were the things that made him feel like he was not going to suffer another loss. Because really, Kurt lost the people he loved most in Ohio; his mother, his first crush, he step brother in a sense. He lost a lot in Ohio and he was doing his best to make sure he didn't lose Blaine as well. The thing he did not seem to understand was that Blaine was not going anywhere. Not if he could help it.

Kurt stared at the wall, facing away from the bedroom door. Things were not as they should have been. Sure, he went a bit overboard in certain aspects. Maybe he was a bit too protective –for lack of a better word- of his relationship with the man. Maybe he shouldn't have smothered his boyfriend so much. But that was hard. He was petrified that Blaine would realize what so many had realized before. He was afraid that he would realize that Kurt was not good enough to stick around for. His mother realized it.

"This was all a mistake. I wasn't meant to be stuck in Ohio raising a whiny child and running after a mechanic. I'm supposed to be on a stage. I was meant for the stage, Burt. You have to understand that! This was a mistake and that is all it will ever be."

David realized it.

"I don't want to hold hands anymore, Kurt. I don't want to meet at the bleachers after school anymore. I don't want to do any of it. This was a mistake; a huge mistake. I'm not gay. I never liked boys until I met you. You made me this. So, stay away from me. Don't speak to me, don't look at me. You'll regret it if you do!"

If he did not do all he could, Blaine would realize it as well one day. He was certain that he could not handle that. The thought of losing Blaine was enough to make him feel like his world was falling apart. If it ever actually happened, Kurt was not sure he could handle it. In fact, he knew he wouldn't be able to handle it.

He took a deep breath and thought about where they were. Blaine was furious because of how he acted in the grocery store. He had a right to be. Kurt panicked when he noticed the clerk staring a bit too intently at his boyfriend and he reacted. He lashed out and pissed Blaine off.This whole thing is a mess.It was a mess; a giant mess.

As he sat on the bed, he heard the bedroom door open. He did not turn towards it. He knew it was Blaine and he knew that Blaine was still angry. He felt the bed dip under the strain of Blaine's weight. Still, he did not move. He felt his boyfriend's arms wrap around him. Instinctively, he sunk back into them. "Couple bucks for your thoughts?" Blaine whispered into his ear. That was unexpected.

"I thought it was 'a penny for your thoughts?" Kurt whispered back.

He heard his boyfriend chuckle. "Inflation." He replied simply.

Kurt nodded. It was all he could do. "I'm sorry for the store. I know I was out of line. If you'd like, I can go apologize to that guy." In that moment, he was not Kurt 'take no prisoners' Hummel. In that moment, he was Kurt Hummel, a young man that kept losing, despite the fact that he had nothing left to lose.

Blaine kissed the spot just behind his boyfriend's ear. Kurt was sorry. It was not as nice to hear as he thought it would be. "I'm sorry." He took care to emphasize the fact that he had something to be sorry for. "I should have known that there was a reason you were acting differently and I didn't." For the first time since he entered the room, Kurt turned to look at him. The moment their eyes met, Blaine knew he had an explanation to give. "The second you told me about how your mother left, I knew that you had this thing with abandonment. I mean, who wouldn't. All that time, while I was confident in the fact that I would never leave you –because I can't, not unless you ask me to- I should have been reassuring you that I'm not going anywhere. I didn't though. All the times I expressed my love for you and fawned over your undeniable beauty, I should have let you know that I'm in the for the long haul. For that, I'm sorry."

Kurt smiled. It never occurred to him how nice those words would sound. "I spent all this time not telling you those things and now you're nervous. " True. Blaine Anderson was a catch among catches and Kurt's nerves were constantly on edge over the prospect of losing him. Things were funny in that way. Kurt used the attention his fans showered him with as a way of rationalizing his own self-worth. He loved the money and the attention and he used both to make himself feel like he was a worthy person. In actuality, the only person that made him feel any sense of worth was his boyfriend and the thought of losing him made him feel the exact opposite. He felt like nothing without Blaine. It was a shame, but it was true. "So, I'll show you that I'm not going anywhere." And he did.

The men giggled as Kurt sat up on his knees in the bed. An hour of recovery after one of the most intense love making sessions either man ever experienced was definitely sufficient. Blaine groaned as the bed dipped under his boyfriend's weight. An hour of thrusting and pounding did a number on his back and his beautiful boyfriend decided that was the perfect opportunity to play doctor. "So, Mr..." Kurt looked down at the bedside notebook that was using as his 'medical charts', "Anderson. What can I help you with?"

"Dr. Hummel, I seemed to have blown my back out?" Blaine fanned innocence in only a way that he could. Kurt giggled again. Really, they were having too much fun with this.

"Did you blow your back out or did some big, dicked monster blow it out for you?" Dr. Hummel asked. Blaine's eyes went wide and he held his hand to his chest.

"Well, I've never-"

"What? Never had your back blown out? I can change that if you'd like!"

Blaine chucked and repositioned himself on the bed. His back really did hurt but he could deal with the pain if Kurt had intentions on fucking him. He would never pass up an opportunity like that! EVER!

He watched as his boyfriend shuffled across the bed and positioned himself between his legs. "What are you doing?" He asked as Kurt began to massage his pecks. Kurt chuckled.How does he make a chuckle sound so seductive?"

"I'm giving you a breast exam. Duh!" The performer replied. Then, he continued with his ministrations.

"I don't need one. My 'breasts' are fine. It's my back that hurts." Blaine told him as he crossed his arms over his chest for protection. He watched as his boyfriend leaned forward to hover over him and then took his wrists, uncrossing his arms. Blaine did not resist.

"I'm the doctor here. Your 'breasts' are fine when I say they're fine." Kurt sat back on his heels and admired the view. "Mmm-mm. My oh my, your 'breasts' arefine."

The professor smirked. "Is that your professional opinion, Dr. Hummel?"

"I can't be sure." Kurt replied as he tossed the notebook onto the floor, out of the way. "I think I'll need to do a thorough examination to be completely sure." He slid his hand across his boyfriend's chest and kneaded one wide peck while the elder squirmed beneath him. He was a bit ticklish and Kurt was well aware of it. "Hmm, I think I feel a lump."

"That's my nipple, Doc. Didn't they teach you that in Medical School? What school did you attend again?"

"The Academy of Mind Your Fucking Business. They partner with The University of Don't Fucking Question Me," The 'doctor' replied as he thumbed the hard tanned nub. The professor's breathe caught in his throat as his boyfriend gave his nipple a firm pinch. He had sensitive nipples; everyone knew that. "Well, your nipples seem healthy and responsive. Any issues with lactation?"

Blaine's head cocked to the side? Really? "Ummm...seeing that I'm a guy, I haven't hadanyissues with 'lactation', doctor."

"I better check," Kurt replied as he leaned over his boyfriend's body. He covered the tiny nub of flesh with his tongue, allowing it to slip and slide across the nub with a gusto that he'd kept inside most of their trip. Blaine's chest hitched under his lips and his back arched off the bed.

Kurt worked the nipple between his teeth before kissing a line across his boyfriend's chest to 'check' the other. The professor sighed in contentment.We should do 'breast' exams more often.The thought was gone as soon as it came as he felt his boyfriend's teeth tug at his nipple; just as it had the last. "I think we can rule out Breast Cancer as the culprit that led to your back pain, Mr. Anderson." Blaine whined when he realized the 'breast' examination was over. He liked that. A lot. "But don't fret. We'll check some other areas to see if they are the issue.

Blaine nodded. He watched as his boyfriend scooted himself back on the bed and looked under the bottom of the blanket they had draped over the teacher's lap. "How's everything look, doctor?" He asked as he spread his legs wider under the scrutiny of his boyfriend's gaze. The draft from the room against his naked ass was almost excruciating but he did not let on to that fact. If he pulled away, the chances of being fucked would deteriorate.

"Well, you seem to have a growth; ahugeone," Kurt replied absently. Without a second thought, he wrapped his fingers around the base of the engorged cock. He wagged the hardening dick back and forth under the blanket; allowing it to slap against his boyfriend's belly a few times. "We're going to have to take care of this before you leave. I ordered an MRI and I'm sure this thing will get hung up on the machine. If we don't do something about it!"

"Maybe you can massage it away," The 'patient' suggested with a grin. His doctor's lips quirked.

"I think it'll take more than a massage to handle this monster," Kurt replied, as he reached towards the night stand, searching for the bottle of lube that they'd used not even two hours ago. "But that doesn't mean that we can't give it a try. Medical research is a series of trials and errors." Kurt located the bottle and popped the lid. He poured a generous amount in his hand and took hold of his boyfriend's cock again.

The professor shivered as Kurt's hand slid up and down his dick. There was something about the way Kurt touched him that turned him into a babbling mess. It felt so good. The way Kurt massaged the pulsating vain on the underside and the way he squeezed just below the head made the teacher's toes curl. "Fuck, doctor. That feels so good." He moaned as his boyfriend ran a knowing thumb over the head; collecting precum as he went.

"Doesn't seem to be helping," Kurt panted. He loved touching his boyfriend as much as his boyfriend loved being touched. It was erotic and mind blowing. "It's just getting bigger."

"Uhm, keep trying," Blaine moaned. He thrust into his boyfriend's hand in hopes of taking control of the situation. He needed it harder and faster and now. Right now! "Shit!" He hissed when his boyfriend used his free hand to cup his balls. The performer rolled them between his fingers as he stroked faster; just like Blaine needed him to "Gah...fuck, doctor. So good." He received a chuckle in response. Kurt knew it was good. The way his boyfriend writhed and moaned let him know it was good. It was not necessary for Blaine to verbalize that fact.

After a few more strokes, the performer slid his hand down, off the man's cock and down past his balls, to the tanned, puckered hole that was nestled safely between the two pert mounds that Blaine insisted on calling 'butt cheeks'. Kurt called them perfection.

The moment he felt the finger slide across his puckered flesh, Blaine gasped. "Doctor, are you trying to take advantage me?" He questioned.Please say yes.

"Of course not, Mr. Anderson. This is simply a routine prostate exam," Kurt assured; all the while wearing a grin that could only be described as sexually menacing. "Now just relax. You'll feel some pressure." The younger man sunk two fingers into his boyfriend in one swift motion. He listened as the man beneath him moaned at the intrusion. Blaine, ever the eager one, barely allowed his boyfriend to get knuckle deep before he was attempting to fuck himself on the paired digits. "Mr. Anderson," The performer began. "I'm beginning to think you're enjoying this."

"Oh...God, what gave you that idea? Fuck...nnngggg..." The teacher trailed off as his boyfriend scissored his fingers in an attempt to stretch his walls. The pale man used his free hand, to stroke his boyfriend's unattended cock. Really, it was a shame that said cock had been left alone for so long. It was the kind of cock that deserved constant attention. It was long and thick and leaking from the tip.God, I love his dick. Kurt thought as he crooked his fingers –he was up to three- just enough to hit his boyfriend's sweet spot. He watched intently as the man tossed his head back and gripped the sheets on the bed so tightly that his tanned knuckles began to take on a white tinge.

"Prostate seems normal, but I can't seem to get a good reading with my hand," Kurt informed; his voice raspy with arousal. His 'patient' was spread out in front of him, writhing in pleasure, exactly how he liked him. The idea of working his boyfriend into a tizzy before fucking him into oblivion was one of Kurt's favorite past times. "I'm going to have to use a probe to get a better reading."

Blaine licked his lips and grinned down towards his boyfriend. Kurt wore a smirk that told a thousand tales.I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you good. I'm going to fuck you into this mattress. I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your name.Whichever story Kurt's telltale smirk was trying to tell was fine with the teacher.

Kurt braced one hand on the bed next to his boyfriend's head and used the other to guide his cock to Blaine's eager entrance. He bit down on his lower lip as he sunk past the ring of muscles and into his lover's tight channel. He tried to regulate his breathing as he pressed further into the tunnel. It was tight. It was always tight.

"Hmm, that's a pretty big probe...ah fuck...doctor," Blaine moaned as his boyfriend inched in.

"That's right. And you're gonna feel every inch of it," Kurt panted as he continued to fill his boyfriend slowly; almost teasingly. Before he'd fully sheathed himself he began to pull out, and then snapped his hips forward, making Blaine gasp; surprised.

"Stop messing around and just fuck me!" The teacher shouted, his hazel eyes rolling backwards as his boyfriend's hips snapped forward again. He heard his boyfriend chuckle as he began to pull out mid thrust.Bastard."Fuck me! Just fucking fuck me!" That was it. Blaine was tired of playing games. He loved his boyfriend but, some times were times for making and showing love, while other times were times for fucking. This was a time for fucking.

Kurt bent his head forward to nuzzle into Blaine's hand, feeling calloused fingers on his face as he obliged his lover. He thrust into that hot tunnel faster, feeling it tighten around him as Blaine's slutty whines increased in volume. In a single move, the performer leaned back and hoisted his boyfriend's lifeless legs up onto his shoulders. The games were over and it was time to give his boyfriend what he wanted.

The younger man snapped and rolled his hips so fast and hard that he barely knew if he was coming or going. Blaine was so tight and he sounded so good when he was moaning that Kurt did not care how far gone he was. He didn't care that he was exhausted after only a few moments of working Blaine out and he did not care that he was beginning to sweat –I hate sweating. All he cared about was the fact that his boyfriend was enjoying himself. "Oh..doctor...sooo fucking good." Yep, Blaine was definitely enjoying himself.

Kurt continued to pound into his boyfriend's tight ass –circling his hips when he bottomed out- until he felt the all too familiar tightening in his balls. "I've got some...fuck...something for your back. Roll over." The young man panted as he slid his very hard cock out of his boyfriend's ass.

Blaine, still attempting to stroke himself to a completion, whined as the fullness disappeared but did as he was told. He plopped over on his stomach, still stroking himself as best he could given the limited space between his stomach and the mattress. He was so close. Apparently, Kurt was as well.

Once his boyfriend was on his stomach, Kurt crawled up the man's body and straddled his back. "Baby, I'm so close." He panted as he stroked himself. He knew by the flexing motions of his boyfriend's back muscles that Blaine was as well. Blaine had an amazing back and his muscles always popped and rippled when he was nearing his orgasm.

He watched as his boyfriend nodded into the pillow while stroking himself closer and closer to the edge. Kurt tried to match the man's pace. "I'm...I'm.." He began. Before he could get the final words out, he heard a series of grunts spill from his boyfriend's lips. The man was shaking violently beneath him and rolling his head back and forth on the pillow. He was coming. It was a marvelous sight.

When Blaine's body stopped seizing and contorting from his orgasm, Kurt began to stroke again. "I've got something for your back. It's a cream." He moaned as he stroked harder and faster.

His toes curled into the mattress and his back arched towards the headboard. He continued to stroke himself feverishly until he felt his orgasm rip through his body. His eyes sprung open –he'd closed them as he neared his finish- and watched as his seed shot across his boyfriend's back and up as far as the nape of the man's neck. "Blaine." He shouted as he milked himself dry.Two for two. I think we've had a pretty good day.He thought as he plopped down beside his boyfriend.

Once they were showered and the sheets were changed, the two men lay in bed on their sides; face to face. "Do you believe me now?" Blaine asked as he ran a hand over his boyfriend's face. Kurt grinned and nodded.

"Yeah, I think I do." He whispered. Blaine smirked and leaned in to place a chaste kiss on his lover's lips.

"I love you and I'm not going anywhere." He announced when he pulled back.

Kurt smiled. "I love you, and I wouldn't let you go anywhere."

The two lay in that exact position until they drifted off to sleep. It had been a long day.