Chapter 24

"Blaine! Get your skinny ass down here now!" Sebastian hollered, not bothering to knock before walking right into the house. A very tired, very red-eyed Blaine slumped down the stairs. His eyes lit up hopefully when he noticed Kurt. "Give me your bag." Sebastian snapped, not giving the two a chance to talk. Blaine glanced at him in confusion. "Just do it!"

Blaine held his hands out in defense and grabbed his school bag off its hook, tossing it towards Sebastian. The taller Warbler snagged it out of the air with ease and dug through until he found Blaine's notebook, he thrust it at Kurt.

"What is-?"

"Just look at it."

Kurt huffed and tossed himself onto the couch, bringing his knees up under himself as Sam crowded over his shoulder. He opened to a random page and started flipping through. When the dates were just a few days after Kurt's birthday, he started seeing little doodles of the two of them. A whole two page spread was covered with an amazingly detailed drawing of him in the air that day at the ice rink, hearts and some smaller drawings surrounding it. There were so many of just his face, his eyes, even his nose. Kurt's heart swelled at the sight. Tears shone in his eyes as he looked up at Blaine, who looked confused.

"What's going on?" he asked, looking between Sebastian and Kurt. Sebastian crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall, explaining quickly what had been said. Blaine's eyes welled up with tears as he spoke.

"Kurt…" he whispered. "How could you even think that? How could you think I don't love you?"

"Doms don't love subs." Kurt mumbled, keeping his eyes down and trying not to let the tears, that had been building in his eyes, fall.

Blaine pulled Kurt up from the couch and held him tightly to his chest, letting the boy cry into his shoulder. He rested his chin on Kurt's head. "I love you Kurt, with all my heart. No one could possibly change that. I want your submission, but I want your heart as well. You are… everything to me. Who could possibly make you doubt that?"

Kurt let his tears fall as he mumbled, 'Karofsky.' Blaine groaned and let his head fall back.

"Thank god I'm getting you out of that damn school. You need to stop listening to him. Nothing he tells you is for your own good."

"Wait a second, you're leaving McKinley?" Puck shouted accusingly.

"You are too." Sebastian informed casually. Puck practically growled at him.

"That reminds me, what the hell is up with you three?" Blaine asked, still holding Kurt protectively. Sam pulled his wristband up and grabbed Puck's wrist, holding them out side by side. "Freaky…" Blaine mumbled.

"He's gonna come stay with Seb and I!" Sam announced happily, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "We're actually going down to the registry this afternoon."

"But I'm not changing schools." Puck grumbled. Sam patted him on the shoulder comfortingly.

*break*

The rest of Sunday was spent with the two reconnecting; just talking, cuddling and getting to know each other better. At the moment, Blaine was scampering around the kitchen passing things to Kurt, who mixed them into a bowl with clear expertise.

"What are we making anyway?" Blaine asked, peering over Kurt's shoulder when he was given a break from playing gofer.

"Cupcakes!" Kurt announced happily. A split second later his voice was flat as he held out his hand. "Cups." Blaine quirked an eyebrow at him and grabbed the plain blue cupcake cups for him, digging into the cupboard for a holder. They loaded them in together and slid the pan into the oven before Kurt grabbed the milk. "Where's the powdered sugar?"

"What are we making now?" Blaine laughed, passing him the bag.

Kurt glanced side to side furtively before leaning up. "My secret icing recipe." He whispered conspiratorially. Blaine laughed loudly before leaning down and whispering back. "Make some extra for me."

Kurt leaned back for a moment. "Why?"

"I have my own recipe I want to try." Blaine whispered, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist

"For what?" Kurt asked, trying not to shiver.

"Kurt cupcakes." Blaine murmured, his warm breath fanning over Kurt's cheek, which flushed deliciously.

God he had missed this.

*break*

"Oh my god!" Kurt moaned.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Kurt." Blaine murmured back.

They bit into their cupcakes again and practically fell into each other, the euphoria of being reunited making them giddy.

"Ok, it's official. You are going to make me these every day for the rest of my natural life." Blaine announced. "They're like crack to me."

"Tell you what; I'll give you your crack, if you give me mine."

"And what would yours be? Blowjobs?"

Kurt flushed. "Makeovers, but that's a close second." He conceded.

"Damn. I would have thought my oral skills were better than some make up." Blaine teased, swiping a bit of frosting from the bowl in front of them and dabbing it on Kurt's nose. They were technically supposed to be icing the cupcakes, technically being the operative word. Kurt blushed again and chuckled.

*break*

They did finally get the cupcakes done, before wandering up to Blaine's room. They curled together on the huge bed, just talking quietly.

"Can I ask you something beautiful?"

"Always."

"Do you really want to stay at your school?"

"I… I wish I could stay with my friends and still see them, but I also like the idea of being with you all day."

"Fair enough. And you know your friends can come visit any time right?"

"Really? Thank you."

"No trouble beautiful."

…

"Can I ask you another question? It's a little different."

"Sure…"

"What's the one thing you've always wanted to try but never have?"

"Are we talking general or kinky?"

"Either I suppose."

"Generally, I've always wanted to go skydiving. … The other would probably be pet play."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Oh stop blushing, I think it's cute."

"Of course, I want to crawl around meowing. It's adorable."

"So you'd be a cat?"

"Yeah."

"I have to admit I really like the idea… my own little kitten Kurt."

"Just remember, cats can be bitchy."

"I wouldn't want it any other way." Blaine replied, before placing a kiss on Kurt's nose.

*break*

"Kurt? What are you wearing?" Blaine asked curiously, the boy came jogging down the stairs. Kurt did a little spin and bit his lip, smiling shyly.

"My old Cheerios uniform. What do you think?"

Blaine pulled Kurt close and kissed him softly. "I think you look amazing. I'm just wondering why you decided to wear it." He elaborated.

"Oh, well next week will be thirty years of Ms. Sylvester coaching the Cheerios and we figured we'd make her a video of all our best performances and a few of them starred me and 'Cedes so I need my uniform." Kurt explained easily. Blaine smiled and kissed him on the forehead.

"You do realize that I'm never letting you take this off right?" he teased. Kurt laughed. "Seriously pet… you look so fuckable right now." He whispered in Kurt's ear, pulling him close and sliding a leg in between his. Kurt whimpered and rutted against Blaine's thigh desperately. He was close… so fucking close. And then Blaine pulled away. Kurt whimpered in protest and continued bucking his hips into the empty air.

"Go see your friends." Blaine said, kissing him fleetingly before walking away, leaving a very hard, very frustrated Kurt behind him.

*break*

"You can't be serious!"

"This is bullshit!"

Mr. Shue held up a hand to stop the protests, before motioning for Kurt to continue.

"I'm lucky I even got to stay for sectionals, but after everything that happened with Karofsky, I'm not safe here. I want to stay, honestly, but Master's making me transfer. There really isn't much any of us can do about it." He explained, trying to stop his tears from falling.

"We're going to miss all you guys so much." Sam murmured beside him. Puck just ground his teeth together and leaned against the wall, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

"Kurt…" Mercedes trailed off, a pained look on her face.

"I'm sorry, I… I have to go." Kurt stuttered out harshly before turning and running out of the room. Blaine caught him before he could get too far. In the safety of his Master's arms, he finally let himself cry.