Blaine stared up at the ceiling, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip and his ring finger against his cheek. He rubbed his finger on his skin, feeling the hard band of his wedding ring. He wondered if Kurt still wore his engagement ring. Blaine doubted it, considering the distance hed forced between them and how hed broken Kurts heart. His eyes filled as he thought of the stupid mistakes hed made, and the worst was making Kurt unhappy. Hed promised himself hed never do that, and it was like a knife to his heart that he did. Rubbing his cheek harder, Blaine kept going until it was throbbing, his skin already sore from where his dad had hit him.

Rolling onto his stomach, Blaine buried his face in his pillow and felt his tears make the fabric damp. It was uncomfortable on his face, but he just wanted to cry without anyone having to see it. He didnt like crying in front of people. Whimpering, Blaine listened to Santana in the other room, cabinets opening and closing as she got ready. He ignored her. He was jealous of her. She was dressing up for the wedding that was happening in just a few hours, but he was keeping his ass in bed. He didnt need to be there.

After a few minutes, the door pushed open and he felt the bed dip. A light hand was laid on his back, and the hand gently started rubbing, "Youre pathetic." Santana said. "Look at you. I could hear you crying from the bathroom. If you want to hide that youre crying, you might want to work on not sobbing so loudly." When Blaine didnt respond, she sighed and ran her fingers through his hair. "Youre really not going to come? Kurt personally invited you... he wants you there, Blaine."

"He doesnt want me." Blaine muttered into the pillow, not sure if she actually heard his muffled voice. "He doesnt know all of the horrible things Ive done."

"Yeah, youve done shit." She said without much affair. "Youve even done his brother. And hes going to find out about those things one day... but do you think hell care? Hes Kurt... he doesnt get mad at people, and he definitely doesnt get mad at you."

"I want him to be mad at me." Tears spilled from his eyes again.

"Oh, calm down." Santana yanked him up by the back of his shirt, and she rolled her eyes at his wet, frowning face. "Everything with you is like a miniature soap opera. You might as well try... and if he turns you down, you can go back to crying into a pillow. Maybe not this pillow..." she pulled the damp pillow out from under him and glared at it, "because this is my pillow. Blaine, Kurt is like a bunny." That quickly got his attention, and he looked at her as if shed lost her mind. "He gets startled easily... and then he just goes back to eating carrots. Sadness doesnt last long with him."

Blaine rolled away from her, facing the wall. He didnt want her to be right. "I dont belong there." He whispered, shaking his head. "This is his dads wedding. If I show up, Ill just make drama. I dont want to ruin it for them-"

"Weddings are always disasters!" Santana shouted, pulling him back toward her. "There are family fights and the cake falls and theres crying and hooking up with people youve never met because youre totally wasted... so I dont think you are going to cause that much drama."

Blaine stayed quiet for a few minutes, and then he whispered, "Youre not going to stop until I say yes, are you?"

"No, Im not." Santana shook her head. "Im not going to this wedding without you. Its getting late... get your ass out of bed and take a shower."

Looking up at her, Blaine said, "Whatever. But Im staying away from Kurt. And, San, if he sees me and looks hurt-" he choked on his words and pinched the bridge of his nose. He never thought hed be saying something like that, and it wounded him. "Ill have to leave. I cant hurt him. I c-cant break his heart anymore... itll break mine."

"Blaine-" Santana said lowly, but he got up and pushed away from her. He walked out of the room, crying until his cheeks were raw and he had no tears left to fall.

Kurt poked his nose out of his bedroom, his eyes wide and his ears perked up to the sounds of chattering and laughter. He saw a few of his distant relatives and his dads football buddies gathered in the hallways, talking and pointing at the streamers hanging from the ceilings. He slipped from his bedroom and smiled at all of his family members when they noticed him, but his eyes kept wandering around. He was desperately searching for a dark head, and he was disappointed when he didnt see that curly hair anywhere.

He felt someone come up behind him, and he turned around to face Keegan. Keegan was dressed in a loose tuxedo with a blue vest underneath. Widening his eyes as he was swarmed with English words he didnt understand, he muttered, "Will these people talk to me?"

Kurt laughed aloud, and he took Keegans hand. "They might. My family is very chatty. My dads friends..." he tapped his chin and looked at the group of guys from his dads work, all of them chuckling over the last football game and sipping beer, "might not. They just like football. Come on, I want to see the backyard!" Rushing down the stairs with Keegan on his heels, Kurt wiggled through the piles of people in his living room. He kept looking for that dark head, but he was nowhere to be seen. Kurt tried to keep a smile on his face despite his sadness.

Pressing himself to the window looking outback, Kurt gasped at the sight of confetti sprinkling the grass, ten rows of chairs set up on either side of a red carpet that rolled up to a white platform. An arch hung over the platform, and vines fell down from it. "Its so pretty!" He squeaked, eyeing everything with glee. "Dont you like it, Keegan?"

Keegan didnt answer him, and Kurt glanced at him, seeing that he was distracted by something behind them. Kurt followed his eyes to the kitchen doorway, where a pair of blue eyes were peeking around the corner at them. The blue eyes crinkled when Kurt looked at them, and then they hid behind the wall. After a few seconds, a little boy stuck his head out and giggled, patting his feet excitedly. He held his arms out, "Kurt!" He said in a high pitched voice, and Kurts mouth fell open.

"Archer." He whispered, surprised to see the little baby. He pulled away from the window and walked up to the baby, who grinned up at him. He grabbed his nearby teddy bear and waved it at Kurt. Bending down, Kurt picked up the baby. "Do you remember me?"

Archer stuck his tongue out and patted Kurts face, giggling again. He shyly hid his face in Kurts shoulder, "Kurt!"

Tears swam in Kurts eyes and he happily squeezed the baby, "Archer! What are you doing by yourself? Who brought you? Oh, youre talking! And you can walk all by yourself. Youre getting so big."

He heard another person call his name, and he looked up at Santana. She was holding a brown haired baby who batted at Archer and grinned. "Sorry... he ran away when he saw you." Stroking Archers dark hair, she glanced at Kurt. "Hey. Congrats on your dads marriage."

"Thank you," Kurt reached out for Hunter, who held his hand out. He took Hunters little hand in his. "Is this Hunter? Oh, hi, sweetheart! Look at you. Youre both so big." Kissing Hunters cheek, Kurt happily bounced Archer up and down. "Who are they staying with? How are they here?"

"Theyre with Blaine." She nodded at something Kurt couldnt see through the pack of people. "Hes back in Ohio. Something came up... he had to come back. Hes over-"

"Everyone," Kurts dads voice carried from the living room, "if you wouldnt mind finding your seats. We only rented the carpet for so long."

He got a few laughs at that, and Kurt turned back to Santana. He handed Archer over to her, giving one last kiss to the babys forehead. "Ill see you at the reception. I have to walk with my brother now... wherever he went. Thank you for coming... it means so much to me." He quickly wrapped her in his arms, then spun around and hurried away to find Finn.

Blaine let Santana pull him to his seat, the grass crunching under their feet. He kept Archer in his arms, and Santana held onto Hunter. They passed by relatives of Kurts who were sitting closer to the front, and Santana got them seats in the third row. Blaine sat down on the end, avoiding any conversation with family of Kurts. He felt too guilty. Looking around, he saw older women and men-maybe Caroles parents and Burts parents-sitting in the front row, and behind them was a blond boy. Blaine thought he might be a cousin of Kurts, but maybe he worked with him, too. He looked good enough to be a model.

Resting his chin on his fist, Blaine turned away from the people and stared at his lap. He didnt know what he was feeling right now. He was confused... somehow he was happy, somewhere deep down. He thought it was for Burt and Carole, who had become his parents over the past year, but all he could think about was Kurt. And even though their relationship was over and he was terrified that Kurt would get upset at seeing him, he was happy to be near him again.

Suddenly, the music started playing, a low melody that Blaine had heard at plenty of other weddings. But this time it got to him, and he quickly turned around. Burt appeared in the doorway first, and he walked off the aisle and around the rows of chairs. Blaine saw him shaking hands and thanking people as he went, then he stepped up onto the empty platform. A few women around Caroles age stepped onto the aisle next, but Blaine ignored them as they walked by.

Archer suddenly reached for Blaines hand, and Blaine briefly tore his eyes from the door. He looked down at his baby and pulled him onto his lap. "Shh..." he soothed him, kissing the top of his head. Suddenly, another woman walked by, and she looked very much like Kurt. Her hair was long and a light brown, and she had his blue eyes. He thought she might have been his aunt. She grinned at everyone, and he saw Kurts grin in her.

Two people appeared in the doorway next, the one on the right Finn. Finn was holding another boys arm, and the other boy was blushing and hiding behind his bouquet of flowers. The flowers lowered when they started to walk, and Blaine felt his jaw swing to the ground. Kurt was just as gorgeous as he remembered, if not more so. His hair was about two inches longer and a little messier than how he used to wear it, but it was still combed back into a perfect coif. His eyes were glowing with happiness as he politely smiled at all of the guests, and his smile was breathtaking. His dimples were popped and his pink lips were curved from ear to ear. He was wrapped in a tight dress that left nothing to the imagination, not that Blaine had to imagine anything. He remembered everything.

As he passed by, he tossed flowers and searched the audience for something. He briefly paused on Santana, who was holding Hunter, and he waved at him. Hunter cooed and reached out for Kurt, obviously remembering the boy who had loved him when he was just a newborn. Then his eyes flicked to Blaines lap, where Archer was sitting, and he tossed him a little flower. It landed by Blaines foot, and Blaine looked down at it and picked it up, then he glanced back up. Kurts eyes were on his face that time, much to his alarm, and there was something different about his expression. His mouth was open and a deep redness bloomed under his pale skin, and he seemed to shiver.

He quickly looked away and Blaine noticed that he pinched his hand. While he looked at Kurts delicate hands, he saw that he was still wearing all of Blaines rings, including his engagement ring. "Kurt," he whispered, and Santana slapped his arm, getting to her feet.

Blaine realized that everyone else around him was standing, so he quickly followed the crowd, even though he didnt know what he was standing for. He felt woozy and his stomach was churning. He thought he might pass out. Looking over his shoulder, Blaine widened his eyes when he saw that Kurt was staring right back at him. Kurt seemed to be fidgeting, and when their eyes met, he was the first to glimpse away. He tried to smile at whoever was coming down the aisle, but his eyes were drifting back to Blaine. Blaine thought it was cute how hard he was trying to be subtle about his glances.

It took every bit of strength in him to not jump over seats and run up to Kurt and kiss him until he was weak in his arms. He wanted to taste that pink mouth. He wanted to hold that precious body in his arms and unzip his dress, lay him down on their bed and-

Jerking his eyes away, Blaine tried to calm himself down and he fanned his face. After a moment, everyone sat down, so Blaine followed their lead. Once he was facing the right way, he got the perfect view of Kurt. He was smiling at his dad and Carole, who seemed to be saying something to each other. Blaine couldnt hear a word. He felt faint. His throat was swollen. Touching his hot forehead, Blaine blew out heavily and stared at Kurt. He was too beautiful for his own good, his hips gently swinging and his teeth nibbling his bottom lip.

After a few seconds, Kurts head slowly started to turn, and he jumped when he realized that Blaine was ogling him. Quickly looking away, Kurt pressed his lips together and hid behind what was left of his bouquet. Blaine wanted to take him somewhere. Somewhere where only he could see that blushing face. See his pretty smile.

Kurts eyes looked back at Blaine, but he didnt turn his head that time, and his face turned the brightest red Blaine had ever seen. He wiggled a little, rubbing his thighs together. Blaine wanted to know why.

Suddenly, the audience exploded into applause, and Blaine jumped. He finally turned his eyes to Carole and Burt, who were deep in a kiss. Returning his attention to Kurt as he clapped his hands together, he smiled as Kurt patted his fingertips, lightly bouncing on his toes. Blaine was glad he still hopped up and down when he got excited. He thought the habit was adorable.

Burt turned away from his wife, and he raised his hand, "Lets go eat some cake!"

At the command, the audience quickly rose and pushed their way over to the finger food table, a massive cake sitting in the middle. Blaine stayed in his seat, waiting to see what Kurt was going to do, until Archer patted his chest. "Cake?" He whispered, eyeing the cake with longing.

"Daddy will get you a piece." Getting to his feet, Blaine led Santana over to the crowd. They waited until Carole and Burt got the first slices, and after a few people elbowed their way in, then Blaine set two small pieces on a plate for Archer and Hunter. He carried Archer over to a table where fewer people were sitting, and he let Archer dig his fingers into the cake and shove it into his mouth. Hunter reached for his own piece and eagerly licked up every crumb.

He lost Kurt in the crowd, but he figured that it might be for the best. He could just let him go, wouldnt have to tell him about what hed done over the past year. Wouldnt have to break his heart again. Shaking his head, Blaine looked at Santana, "I want to go. Im going to tell Burt congratulations... then we need to go."

"Blaine, calm down." She commanded, setting Hunter on the table and getting to her feet. "Im getting food. We can stay for another hour or two."

She walked away and Blaine sat back, listening to music start playing. It was a noisy, upbeat song that Blaine didnt recognize. Those who werent eating quickly hurried onto a cleared out area of grass where they started spastically dancing to the beat. Resting his chin on his fist, Blaine stared at his babies as they put cake into each others mouths.

He turned back to the dance floor and was surprised to see Kurt in the middle of it, dancing with the blond boy Blaine had spotted earlier. They seemed to be having fun, Kurt laughing as the blond boy shimmied his shoulders. Blaine smiled. So beautiful.

Santana returned with a plateful of food and followed Blaines eyes to Kurt, and she shook her head as if he was ridiculous. "Just talk to him. Hes not that big of a threat." Stuffing her face with a piece of broccoli, she stared at the dancers. "Do you want to dance?"

Blaine shook his head, happily hidden at a table away from everyone else. "No. I need to find Burt." He got to his feet and walked through the crowd, keeping his distance from Kurt. He wasnt sure what he would do if he got near Kurt... probably throw him over his shoulder and tear off that tight dress with his teeth. He found Burt at a table full of guys, Finn and Puck at the very end. He avoided looking at Finn and approached Burt, who glanced up at him and smiled.

"Blaine!" He shouted, pulling him close and slapping his back a few times. "Blaine, I was just thinking about you. These are the guys I watch football with." He pointed at Blaine, "This guy is just like a son to me. You might as well call him a Hummel."

Blaine swallowed thickly, scuffing the ground with his shoe when a few guys looked him over. One of them said, "Welcome to the family, Blaine. Its nice to meet you. Burt there is a really good guy to have as your dad. Youll want to appreciate him."

Clearing his throat, Blaine said, "I know." He returned his attention to Burt, "Congratulations on your wedding. It looks great."

Burt shook his head, "None of it is mine. Kurt put all of this together. Have you seen Kurt yet? I think hes somewhere over there with Keegan."

"Keegan?" Blaine muttered, his eyes widening. He remembered Kurt telling him about Keegan, and his head snapped up. He glanced at Burt again, but he was already talking about the big game coming up. Running his hand through his hair, Blaine walked away from him and almost instantly ran into the dark haired girl who looked exactly like Kurt.

She smiled at him, and two dimples popped, "Are you, by any chance, Blaine?"

Blaine nodded, and he inhaled sharply when she suddenly threw her arms around him. "Im Laurice... Kurts aunt. Oh, Kurts told me so much about you! Youre just as handsome in person." She pulled away from him and scanned the crowd, "Does Kurt know youre here? You should talk to him. Hes missed you like crazy."

Blaines mouth opened, but no sound came out. Nodding his head, Blaine slipped away from her and he wrapped his arms around himself. He really needed out of there before he did something stupid. "It was good to meet you." He muttered over his shoulder, returning to the table where Santana was still sitting. His babies had finished their cake and they were amusing themselves by kicking at each other and sliding their toes together.

He hesitantly turned back to the dance floor, but Kurt was gone that time. Searching the crowd of people, Blaine saw Keegan standing by the punch bowl, but Kurt wasnt with him. He bit down on his bottom lip and put his chin on his fist, wondering how hed get through these next two hours. He sighed heavily and reached out for his babies. Hunter leaned over and put his mouth around Blaines fist, his slobbery mouth making Blaines hand very wet.

"Youre Daddys good baby." He said, pulling his fist from Hunters mouth and stroking his thick hair. Looking over Blaines shoulder, Hunter batted his fists and screeched at something. Archer looked up and grinned from ear to ear, bouncing on his butt.

Blaine turned around to see what had them so excited, and his breath rushed out of him when he saw Kurt inches away from him. He was so close that had Blaine shifted only an inch their knees would have rubbed. Blaine could smell him, and he was wearing Blaines old cologne. It was addicting... made him feel like he had claimed him. Something possessive came out of him, but he quickly hit it down. He couldnt do this. Kurt wasnt his anymore.

Kurt curled his hands into tiny fists and he grabbed his skirt, his hips swinging from side to side. "Thank you for coming," was the only thing Kurt said, his nervousness very obvious in the way he was standing and how his toes kept curling, very visible through his strappy high heels.

Opening his mouth then closing it, Blaine slumped over and hid his face from Kurt. Kurt shyly held his shaky hand out, his fingers visibly trembling. "Would you like to dance with me?"

Blaines head snapped up, and his mouth got very dry. Without thinking, Blaine covered Kurts warm hand with his own. It sent delicious tingles up his arm. His mouth trembled. "Id love to," he whispered automatically, and he wondered where the fuck that had come from.

Kurt waited until Blaine got up to start moving, and then he scooted a little closer to him. Their sides rubbed, and Blaine felt dizzy again. They walked in silence to the dance floor, where couples were dancing to a very slow song. Burt and Carole were a few feet away, and when he spotted him Burt lifted his head and grinned at Blaine.

Blaine quickly looked away, turning them so he didnt have to see anyone, including Santana. He didnt want to think about the facial expressions shed be giving him right now. Flushing from his head to his toes, Blaine almost melted when Kurt stepped closer to him, looping his arms around his neck. He rested his cheek on Blaines chest, very stiff in Blaines arms. "Youre so warm," he whispered, tangling his fingers in Blaines loose curls. Blaine physically shuddered, and he knew Kurt felt it. "Your heart is pounding."

Blaine slowly wrapped his arms around Kurt, and it was so right. Lifting Kurt off his toes, Blaine set him on his shoes to bring him even closer. Their bodies pressed together, leaving absolutely no space, and Blaine could feel how slippery Kurt was, his body shaking so hard that Blaine worried hed fall off. Something came out of Blaine as he held Kurt, and he dragged one hand up his back and cupped the nape of his neck, and he slid his other down so his arm wrapped around his butt. "Dont be afraid," Blaine whispered, and he wasnt sure if he was telling that more to himself or to Kurt.

Kurt trembled and nuzzled under Blaines chin, "Hold me tighter." When Blaine immediately tightened his grip, yanking Kurt impossibly closer to him, he whispered, "Are you real? I fantasize about you all the time... but you always go away."

"Im not going away," Blaine assured him, dropping his head to his shoulder. To both of their surprises, he pressed a light kiss to it. It seemed to be too much for Kurt, and he lifted his head from Blaines chest. Blaine also looked up, wondering if Kurt was going to walk away like he should have, but he stayed very close. His bottom lip trembled, and he closed his eyes.

"You can kiss me if you want," he purred, and Blaine fought with himself, but the battle didnt last more than three seconds.

Ducking his head, Blaine kept their mouths very close together. He felt Kurts breath on his face, and it turned him on. He gasped and touched their mouths, and it was like something came alive in Blaine. He felt everything, was aware of everything, and he forgot about what hed done. It didnt matter at that moment. He wasnt a monster or a beast... he was Kurts. In those few seconds that they kissed, he was Kurts.

Kurt whimpered on Blaines mouth, pulling him back into the kiss, and he deepened it with a slide of his tongue. He licked Kurts upper lip, and Kurt parted for him. They got so close they could have counted as one person, their lips tugging and rubbing. Kurt mewled and lifted on his toes, poking his tongue into Blaines mouth. Groaning, Blaine twisted his mouth, then whined when Kurt suddenly pulled away.

He put his hand to his moist mouth, his eyes as wide as saucers. "Youre married... we cant do this." Pulling away from Blaine, Kurt held his hands to his face, his eyes filling with tears. He shook his head and ran toward the house, disappearing into the kitchen door.

"Shit," Blaine whispered, sprinting after Kurt. The house was empty, everyone gathered outside, so Blaine managed to get through the house much quicker. "Kurt!"

He heard Kurt run up the stairs, so he prowled after him and took the stairs three at a time. "Kurt, stop!" Throwing himself onto the top floor, Blaine stopped to catch his breath and saw Kurt standing there, pinned against a wall. Tears were rolling down his cheeks and he had a hand over his mouth, an alarmed expression on his face. "Sweetheart, dont run from me. Ill just follow you." He stepped toward Kurt, who panicked and pressed himself against the wall. "Sweetheart-"

"Im not." Kurt mewled, his voice tiny and weak. "Im not your sweetheart anymore. Blaine, youre married. We cant be alone like this. Youre frightening me."

"It doesnt matter." Blaine shook his head, his voice lowering and becoming breathier. "Kurt, it doesnt matter. Ill leave her. I dont care. She has other men now."

"Youre different now." Kurt squeaked, backing away from Blaine. "Things are different between us-"

Blaine shook his head again, finally closing the distance between him and Kurt. He wrapped his trembling body in his arms, "No... baby, look at me. Im still me... Im still Blaine." He took Kurts hands in his and touched them to his face. Kurt helplessly curled his fingers and stroked Blaines stubble. Turning his head, Blaine kissed Kurts palm. "Im so sorry I broke your heart. I never wanted to. You are so precious to me." He sobbed against Kurts hand, "Tell me you dont love me and Ill leave. Ill go back to California and I wont ever bother you again. I dont want to keep hurting you-"

"No!" Kurt grabbed Blaines shoulders and clung to him, "You cant leave again." Gasping, Kurt murmured, "I still love you."

Blaine pulled Kurt closer to his body. Both of them stumbled into their bedroom and Blaine kicked the door shut. Kurt tugged him to the bed, laying down and putting his head on the pillow, so Blaine dropped on top of him. He took Kurts mouth in a wet kiss, their tongues dancing and curling around each other. Reaching for the back of Kurts dress, Blaine unzipped it and yanked it down Kurts body, revealing sweet, white skin underneath. Helplessly bending over him, Blaine pressed kisses to his neck and made a soft trail down to his hips, then licked back up to his neck.

He lifted his head and stared at the shiny streak hed left behind, and he growled deeply. Kurts nipples were already pointed and ready for him, a deep, rosy color. Licking one nipple, Blaine heard Kurt moan and he felt his fingers dig into his back. "B-Blaine... not yet. Im so close." Whimpering, Kurt slid his hands to the front of Blaines baggy tuxedo, and he pushed the jacket down his arms.

Blaine helped him out by unbuttoning his undershirt and throwing that aside, leaving his chest naked. Kurt moaned again and reached for Blaines crotch, clumsily unzipping his pants. "Make love to me." He begged, pushing Blaines pants down his thighs. "Blaine... please... I need to feel you inside of me."

Blaine kicked his pants the rest of the way off, then he shoved his boxers down. After stripping Kurt completely of his dress and leaving them both completely naked, Blaine lay down between the soft cradle of his thighs and he stared at Kurts small face. "I love you." He whispered, rocking his hips and pushing his balmy tip against Kurts tight hole.

Kurt lifted his hips and tried to sink down on Blaine, but he was too tight. "O-Oh... I love you, too, Blaine..." Tugging his head down, Kurt pressed their lips and cried out when Blaine started a rhythm and pushed his tip inside. "Oh!"

"Youre so tight." Blaine shook his head, closing his eyes and trying to get control of himself. Kurts tight heat around him was too much for him, and he knew he wasnt going to last long. Kurt rubbed his thighs again and he squeezed Blaine, and Blaine groaned lowly. "Oh, baby..."

Pushing deeper, Blaine slid until he was fully buried, and he whispered, "How do you feel?"

Kurt opened his eyes, his brows furrowed and his lips white from gnawing them. "I feel so full. It feels good, Blaine."

Blaine adjusted his position and pushed in again, bumping Kurts prostate. Kurt squealed and his hips arched into Blaines, forcing Blaine even deeper. He hit Kurts prostate again and again, and he watched Kurt fall apart. His cheeks turned bright red and he squeezed his eyes shut, his hands reaching up and twisting in Blaines hair. He pulled it and Blaine growled, turned on by the sharp tug.

His cock brushed Kurts walls and the sliding friction made Blaine convulse, his orgasm extremely close. He grabbed Kurts small cock and pumped him, his rough hand very pleasuring on Kurts soft skin. "Blaine!" Kurt shrieked and spilled on his own stomach, shuddering and spasming underneath him.

At the sound of his name bouncing off of Kurts tongue, Blaine shouted Kurts name and came deep inside of him. His seed spilled from Kurt and dripped onto his thighs, and Blaine wanted to lick it off, but he stayed still after his orgasm finished. He wasnt even sure what Kurt would think of making love to him.

Gasping, Blaine laid his head on Kurts shoulder as Kurt twitched and rubbed his thighs. He heard Kurt moan, "More..."

Looking up with alarm, Blaine stared at Kurts crumpled face. He wanted Blaine to take him again? Kurt slowly opened his eyes and sighed deeply, his hand touching Blaines hard face. "Mm... I want you again."

Blaine didnt have much trouble doing what Kurt wanted, and after he made Kurt come again, they both rolled over. Kurt curled up on Blaines chest and happily purred, while Blaine stroked his naked ass and back. After a few minutes, Kurt fell asleep in Blaines arms, but Blaine couldnt sleep. He could do nothing but think.

Kurt obviously still wanted him, which made him very happy, but he couldnt stay. He knew he couldnt. For a long time while Kurt slept, a smile on his lips and his cheek against Blaines nipple, Blaine thought about all of the stupid mistakes hed made. And he realized that, no, he definitely couldnt stay with Kurt. He was too ruined... damaged... wrong for him.

Sighing, Blaine finally made himself slide out from under Kurt. He laid Kurt against the pillows and pulled the blankets over his naked body. Sobbing into his scarred hand, Blaine knelt down and kissed beside of Kurts eye, then on his sweet, soft lips. Kurt sighed in his sleep and his smile widened, "Blaine..."

"Yeah... Im still here... for now." He promised Kurt. "I love you." Kissing Kurts lips one last time, Blaine turned away and pulled on his clothes. He walked over to the doorway and stopped, glancing over his shoulder at the sleeping boy who used to be his. "I love you," he said again, then he closed the door and walked away.

He planned on grabbing Santana and leaving... he had to. There was no way he could be with Kurt... not after all of the stupid things hed done. He would go back to California, and even though he wouldnt forget Kurt and his own heart would be broken, he could at least stop breaking Kurts heart.