Blaine groaned as he sat down at their usual table in the Lima Bean, dropping his bag next to the chair with a thump. Kurt quirked an eyebrow across from him.

"What's wrong?" A slightly pained look was on Blaine's face when he looked at Kurt.

"My whole body aches. I think even my toes are screaming every time I move. Stupid gym. Stupid exercise…"

Kurt smirked. He spoke slowly.

"This is why we warm up, Blaine. So we don't wake up feeling like a truck ran us over while we were asleep."

"And to think I was counting on you for some sympathy." Kurt just laughed.

They drank their coffee and conversation passed between them easily, as it always had done, Kurt occasionally slipping in a jibe about the state of Blaine's muscles. However, and if asked, he probably wouldn't admit it, but every time Blaine winced as he moved, Kurt felt a pang of something that wasn't good in his stomach. It hurt him to see Blaine hurting.

When it was time for them to leave, Blaine stood up with another groan, his eyes screwing up at the edges a little. He glanced down at his bag and sighed, not looking forward to having to bend down to pick it up.

Kurt took pity on him. He ducked down, grabbed the strap and swung it over his shoulder.

"Never say I don't love you," Kurt warned Blaine as he lead the way to the parking lot.

They usually took it in turns to go to each others' houses to see each other so it was fair on their petrol consumptions. Today was Kurt's turn to drive down to Blaine's after school. At half past four, he pulled into Blaine's drive to find, unsurprisingly, only Blaine's car there. He loved going to Blaine's house because his parents worked until fairly late most days, so they had the house to themselves for a while.

Blaine opened the door before Kurt knocked. He'd obviously been waiting. Kurt pulled him into a hug but pulled away again when he heard Blaine breathe in sharply.

"Sorry," he whispered, "forgot for a moment that I'm going out with a cripple."

"Ha ha," Blaine replied sarcastically, shutting the door and turning to go upstairs. Kurt followed him into his room. It was fairly large and the walls, painted white, were barely visible behind shelves full of books and various photos. They sat down on Blaine's bed. Blaine leaned over to his iPod to turn some music on, as he usually did whenever Kurt came round, but his face scrunched up in pain and he went back to sitting. Kurt gave in, knowing he would at some point that evening anyway and stood up.

"Right, Blaine, take off your shirt." Blaine's eyebrows shot up in surprise; Kurt wasn't usually so…demanding. Blaine recovered quickly.

"I'd rather you took it off for me…" Kurt rolled his eyes.

"I know you would, but if I did that, we'd just end up making out, and, while I'm definitely not opposed to that, it's not exactly my plan for today."

"Then what is your plan?" Blaine asked, intrigued.

"You'll find out soon enough," Kurt told Blaine, "but only if you take off your shirt."

"Fine, fine…it must be something good if I have to be shirtless for it, right?" Blaine smiled up at Kurt and, keeping eye contact with him, unbuttoned his white school shirt. One by one.

Well damn. Blaine was making it hard for Kurt to not just bail on everything and launch himself at him and kiss him into oblivion.

Kurt swallowed thickly. Thankfully the image was ruined slightly when Blaine grimaced as he pulled his arms out of the shirt, so Kurt was able to focus on what he'd been planning to do as opposed to what he wanted to do.

Though he suspected he'd enjoy it whichever way.

Once Blaine had made a show of throwing his shirt on the floor, Kurt spoke again.

"Lie on your front on the bed." Blaine's eyebrows raised again, but he did as he was told, resting his head sideways on the pillow and stretching out his legs.

Kurt wondered how he was going to do this.

Then he realised what he'd have to do. The thought both excited and scared him a little. He wasn't sure why.

He kneeled on the bed the brought one leg over so he was straddling Blaine backwards. Blaine was more than a little bit shocked and tried to turn his head round so he could see what Kurt was doing, but pain shot up his neck so he gave up.

Kurt took a deep breath - he hadn't exactly done this before - and placed his hands on Blaine's back.

Blaine jumped, causing his back - his bare back - to rub against Kurt. Kurt's sharp intake of breath was barely audible over Blaine's voice.

"God, Kurt, your hands are kind of cold, you know." Kurt cleared his throat.

"Oh, um, yeah. Sorry about that." Kurt rubbed his hands together quickly and pressed them to his face to check they were warm enough. Satisfied that they were, he put them back on Blaine's skin, tentatively squeezing his shoulders.

Blaine let out a hiss and Kurt withdrew them again.

"No, no, keep going, that was good."

So Kurt carefully squeezed Blaine's shoulders again and this time he let out more of a sigh, which encouraged Kurt to dig his thumbs in a little more and move his hands along them, right to where Blaine's arms started and back again.

Blaine's skin was warm and smooth under his fingers as he moved to his neck, rubbing his thumbs up and down the middle, with not too much pressure because he didn't want to cause Blaine any more pain.

Blaine hummed. Actually hummed. Kurt smiled.

He moved his hands down to Blaine's back and began pressing his fingers down his spine, kneading the skin at the sides under his fingers. Blaine was silent for a while, then suddenly.

"There, just…right there." Kurt smiled. His hands were near the bottom of his boyfriend's back. He spread his fingers along the expanse of skin there and made little circles with his fingertips. Yes, the massage was definitely working on Blaine how the book had said it would.

Blaine groaned, but not in pain. The sound made Kurt's stomach curl hotly.

He moved his hands up to the top of Blaine's back, a hand on either side, and ran them down slowly, pressing his fingers into the tanned skin, rubbing whatever parts he could reach. Kurt could feel Blaine's relaxing muscles beneath his hands and he'd be lying if he said it didn't feel, well, really fucking good.

"Kurt, your hands are magic," Blaine murmured, his eyes now closed, a smile playing on his lips. Kurt bent forward so his lips were at Blaine's ear.

"I try my best." Blaine shivered a little at the feeling of Kurt's breath on his skin.

Kurt then pressed a few light kisses along Blaine's neck, and when Blaine made a noise that sounded like 'mmm', he carried on, kissing across his shoulders then down his spine, his hands still massaging Blaine's sides.

"Remind me to get you to do this more often."

"Only if you return the favour."