Early, the next morning, his familys flight back to Ohio took off, giving Kurt the rest of the day to himself. Besides taking a bubble bath, and cooking a gourmet meal for himself-a meal that would take a few hours to finish, and occupy his bustling mind, Kurt lazed around on the couch, flicking through channels. He briefly stopped on the news, and watched a shaky video filmed from someones phone, showing a man, who had been cleaning the glass of a skyscraper and had lost his footing on the platform, dangling from the edge. Suddenly, the glass behind him ruptured as the man in the mask burst out of it. He captured the struggling man around his waist, and hovered for a few seconds, before lowering him safely to the ground. Before the cameras could swarm him, the man was gone again, and the video shut off. "He isnt everyones superman." Kurt whispered to no one, before he shut the TV off and went to his bedroom to rest, so he wouldnt look so depleted at work.

He arrived at his office twenty minutes before most of his coworkers did, giving him the quiet he needed as he traveled up an empty elevator and walked down the long hallway. Because hed been expecting the area to be void of people, he jumped at the sight of a round, dark figure standing in front of his door. Realizing that it was Unique, Kurt let out an unflattering sound and ran into his arms. "Unique!" He cried, and Unique held him tight, because hed been the only one hed called about the breakup. "I didnt know how much I needed your hugs."

"Its okay, honey." Unique rocked him from side to side. "Listen... I left some ice cream in your freezer. Theres a slice of cheesecake on your desk. And dont worry about your weight. I want you to eat all of it. Youll feel better after you do." Kurt was about to ask how Unique had gotten inside, but then he figured that Blaine must have already been in there. It was tempting to ask how he looked-if he didnt seem bothered by the breakup, or if he had a box of tissues sitting on his desk-but Kurt bit his tongue. He didnt know if Blaine had yet learned his lesson about eavesdropping. "Kurt, I want you to come find me if you need me."

Kurt nodded, "Of course I will. But... I think Ill be okay."

"You think so?" Unique confirmed, "But... Kurt, I wanted to let you know that Ill be going out tonight. You know, with Rodney. Were going to get dinner at the bar that Rodney works at. Its karaoke night, which means bad singing, and at least three rounds of free drinks. Rodneys going to bring a couple of friends. Sebastian will be there, too. But... mostly, I just want you there for myself. How about it, Kurt? We wont be out too late. It could be fun. Just what you need after a breakup."

Groaning at his friend, Kurt gave him a hopeless look, "Oh, I dont know, Unique. You wont be drinking much, will you? I wont know anyone else there, and Ill need to have you around."

Unique laughed, "I wont have more than three drinks, Kurt. I promise. I know that all of this," he wiggled his hips and gestured at himself, "isnt attractive when its plastered. Besides, I want to go dancing at the end of the night, and this booty cant shake if its falling on the ground." When Kurt let out a small giggle, Unique kissed both of his cheeks, "There you go! And, like I said, Sebastian will be there. And hell be better than old, stuffy Blaine. Sebastians young and flirty."

Kurts face lost its humor, "I dont know about that, Unique. Im not interested in dating right now."

Unique embraced him again, "Youll meet a really good guy, Kurt. I love you, honey. Ive got to go downstairs." Blowing him a kiss, Unique rushed off after Kurt whispered his love back to him. Smiling weakly after his bubbly friend, Kurt reluctantly turned to the door and pushed it open. Kurt had almost considered having his office moved, but now that everyone and their brother seemed to know about his relationship, he couldnt bring it up to Schuester. Schuesters only policy about dating was that, if he started the drama, he had to finish the drama, and keep it out of the office.

Sneaking into the room, Kurt didnt look in Blaines direction, but felt his spine tingle, because he knew that he was behind him. He sat down at his desk and opened his laptop, and then looked at the slice of cheesecake. A small smile whisked his lips up. As he dragged it closer to himself, he slowly raised his eyes to Blaine, who he found staring at him. Kurt knew, from the look on his face, that he had been listening, even if he wouldnt admit to it. Frowning, Kurt met Blaines eyes, and he murmured, "How have you been, Blaine?" Blaine didnt answer him, and it was like they had never known each other, as if they were back to when they had first met. Kurt hesitantly smiled at Blaine, "Hey... I have some ice cream in my freezer if you want it."

Both of them looked down when his phone started buzzing. Blaine instantly stood, checking the message as he walked over to the window. As he opened it, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his mask. Without a word to Kurt, he stuck his leg out of the window and ducked the rest of the way out. He floated for a few seconds, and then dropped. Kurt stared blankly at the window. "Or... not. The least you could do is say hello."

A few hours after he left his workplace, Kurt pampered himself with a long, hot bath, simply lying in the water that swayed at his chin, and then stepped out, dressing himself in an outfit that he hadnt gotten around to wearing because hed bought it just in case he went to the occasional party. His top was a tan, baggy sweater, with black dots, and a pair of black pants. His feet were covered by a pair of black boots. To finish the look off, hed donned a golden bracelet, with large, square jewels.

Once he had fidgeted with his appearance enough for him to be satisfied, he fed Pavarotti, and then grabbed his wallet and phone when he heard it go off. Unique had promised to text him when he pulled up, so Kurt snatched his keys from the counter and left his apartment. As he took the elevator down, he told himself that he couldnt believe he was doing this. He never tagged along to Uniques shenanigans. Exiting his building, he smiled at his best friend, who had rolled down the window and was leaning halfway out.

Unique, as he expected, looked like he belonged at the party scene, with a pink wig on that had been cut with bangs, and shaped into a bob, and a black, glittering dress that had a pink sash tied around the middle. Climbing into the back of the oversized truck, which Rodney had since he was in high school, Kurt flinched at the sound of the rumbling motor. Rodney, with as much as he made, could have traded it in for a smaller, sleeker car, but whined whenever someone complained about his baby. As Unique claimed, his boyfriend spent long hours with his truck, rubbing a towel over its doors, and using his hands on it more than he did Unique. Unique had playfully griped at him that when they had children, he had to turn it in for something safer, and, even then, Rodney had protested.

While Rodney adjusted his mirrors, Unique twisted around and smirked with her lipstick stained mouth, "Hey, honey. Look at you. I think every man will want a dance with you when we get to the bar. The guys are going to meet us there. Rodney, babe, doesnt Kurt look amazing?"

Kurt had never been very close to Rodney, who was six years older than him. The lean, tall man had hair cropped close to his head, and was usually quiet, unless he was set loose in a group of other men, who enjoyed his hobbies of burping and whistling at cute boys. Unique always whacked him on the head for both of those, and when Kurt giggled at the antics, Rodney was always the first to glower at him. Rodney looked in the mirror at him with his kind, brown eyes, "Yeah, he does, baby. Kurt, you look great. Now, listen to me, buddy. You dont let any man break your heart, okay? As soon as you dump one, move onto the next."

"Thats right, Kurt. I want to see you flirting with at least one man tonight." Unique encouraged, and then looked down at his phone, clicking away at it.

Kurt settled into his seat, his hands searching for something to do so that he wasnt just looking out the window the entire time. But he didnt have anyone to text, so staring out the window was just what he did. He wondered if he looked in the right places, he might see Blaine in the sky. Thinking how ridiculous he was, Kurt closed his eyes, and didnt peel his lids back up until Rodney shut off the engine. He and Unique got out of the car, meeting back up to hold hands, while Kurt clambered from his seat and adjusted his sweater.

He followed them to the outdoor patio of the bar, which was blocked off by a small, black fence. This bar wasnt like the ones that littered the area around Kurts college, but was meant for middle-aged people. It was a quieter bar, with a separate room for dancing, and another for eating and drinking. It also had the patio, where bands sometimes played, and people could sit around and talk. A group of guys were leaning against the fence, and all of them started shouting at the sight of Rodney. As they exchanged back slaps, a skinny boy with cinnamon colored hair removed himself from the chaos, and gave Kurt an affable smile. Folding himself over the fence, he said kindly, "You must be the Kurt that Ive been hearing about. Youre just as beautiful as Unique said youd be."

Kurt blinked at the boy, "Youre Sebastian?"

The boy nodded, but before he could say anything else, Unique grabbed his arm. "Kurt, come on. Lets go pay. What do you want to eat? Im thinking about sharing a plate of hot wings with this guy."

When they got up to the entrance, Kurt looked over the menu. The only price to get into this place was what food was ordered, so Kurt got something light and cheap, a salad with raspberry dressing, and a cherry margarita. When he finished telling the man what he wanted, Unique winked at him, "Thats right, Kurt. Drink a little tonight. Loosen up. I went straight for the tequila. I dont want to get hammered, but I want to get close to it."

Kurt went after his friends, who met up with the guys as they poured back in from outside. They found a booth near the back of the room, where Kurt could hear himself think. Kurt sat down beside of Unique, and ended up across from Sebastian, who smiled at him again, before he ended his conversation with one of his friends. Turning back to Kurt, he said, "Unique told me that youre a fashion journalist, too."

"Uh huh." Kurt nodded, "And you?"

"I dont have a job yet." Sebastian said bluntly, much to Kurts surprise. "I just finished my sophomore year in college. Im only nineteen." Suddenly laughing, he leaned back and swatted at another guy, "Im actually here on a bet with Chad. He said I couldnt pass my chemistry test tomorrow morning if I stayed out all night."

The smile fell from Kurts lips, "Isnt that... irresponsible?"

"Maybe." Sebastian shrugged nonchalantly, "I dont really care. Hey, do you want to dance before our food shows up?"

Before Kurt could respond, Sebastian stood and yanked him to his feet. Making a sound of objection, Kurt coyly stood still, feeling himself be observed under the scrutinizing eyes of those still sitting at the table. It seemed that everyone else wanted to be at least a little tipsy before they started dancing. But Kurt had been paired with the nineteen year old, who proudly wore a green stamp on his hand.

Sebastian grinded his hips at Kurts, so Kurt lowered his arms, wrapping them around his waist. Another young guy sitting at the table whistled at Sebastian, "Get it, Sebastian."

Blushing, Kurt stood still as Sebastian danced around him, thrusting like an awkward chicken. "You really are beautiful." He said again, and Kurt wondered if hed been programmed like a wind-up doll, to only say one thing. "So, you write, huh?"

"Thats what journalists do." Kurt said begrudgingly, lowering back onto the booth when, luckily, the waiter came. "Excuse me, Sebastian. The drinks are here." As the waiter sorted out the drinks, he leaned closer to Unique, "Unique, you didnt tell me that he was nearly underage. You thought hed be a good match for me? The conversation with him is so tedious."

Unique swirled his umbrella stick through his cocktail, "Hes only three years younger than you. Kurt, you were twelve years younger than Blaine. Whats the matter, honey?" Kurt only shook his head, so Unique said softly, "Hey, why dont you and Sebastian walk out to the outdoor patio? I think hed really like to get to know you. Give him a chance. Youve only known him for five minutes."

Assuming that his first impression might have been a little skewed if Sebastian was nervous and could only express himself through immature humor, Kurt decided to give speaking alone with him a shot. Maybe that would calm him down, if his friends werent observing him. Unique seemed to have seen something more in him. Stretching from the table, Kurt picked up his drink and said, "Im going to get some fresh air. Sebastian, would you escort me outside?"

"Yeah!" Sebastian lurched from the table, and he slid over to Kurt, who took his offered arm. Sebastian wasnt much bigger than he was, if only by a few inches, and was thin, with arms that were hardly toned. His body was much different from Blaines, which was compact and large, every inch of him layered with muscle. Sebastian was like a wiry cat, and seemed to be hollow, as if he would blow away. "So, whyd you want to go into journalism?"

Kurt breathed a sigh of relief that hed finally been asked a personal question. "Since I was little, Ive loved to write-"

"Neat." Sebastian continued, as if he hadnt spoken. "Ive never liked to write. I dont even read. Im too outdoorsy to sit down and stay idle for more than a few minutes."

Kurts eye twitched at Sebastians offensive words, "Sebastian, writers arent idle people. Im always thinking about something, and I keep myself physically healthy. I think that more people should read. Its easy to be ignorant, but isnt it better to know?"

Sebastian looked down at him, "Did you just call me stupid?"

Feeling ruffled by Sebastian, Kurt was about to tell him that he would know the answer to that if he would read more, when an ear-piercing scream whipped his head around. As they came to the same realization that he did, droves of people, who had been walking like cattle trying to escape the herding dog, slowed down in front of a hotel, which was across the street. Within the fifth floor, thick, gray puffs of smoke pressed against the windows until some of them shattered. Yellow, snake-like flames slithered out of the openings. On the ground, people shouted as ashes fell down on their heads. They shuffled backwards at the sound of creaking, as that entire floor gave out and was going to come crashing down on the one below it.

Frantically flicking his eyes over the front of the building, Kurt gasped as, through the haze that had built up in one room, he made out the form of a little girl, who was scratching at the window, a wall of fire creeping up behind her. "Theres a child stuck in there!" He told Sebastian, who squinted where Kurt had been looking. As he was distracted, Kurt swung his leg over the fence and climbed over it, only being hindered for one second when his sweater snagged on a post. After he freed himself, Sebastian suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"Where are you going? Stay away from that area! The fires so thick that the whole building could come tumbling down!" He informed Kurt, as if he wasnt already aware of this.

"And you expect me to just stand here, Sebastian? That little girl could die! Let go!" Ripping himself out of Sebastians grip, Kurt darted through the stopped cars, which had crowded around the hotel. Some people were hanging out of their windows, trying to film the catastrophe. Getting to the parking lot of the hotel, Kurt pushed through the people who were standing by uselessly, as they rocked back and forth, looking around nervously for the fire department.

As soon as he was within fifteen feet of the building, a blast of heat hit Kurts body, and he coughed as he breathed in the heavy smoke. He heard one woman cry behind him, "Its the man in the mask! Let him through!" Instantly, the people in front of him parted, and Kurt looked back at them, wondering why there werent doing anything for the child.

Covering his face with his sleeve, Kurt pressed his hand onto the door and yelped, the glass so hot that it scalded his fingertips. He put his shoulder against the door and used his sweater for protection as he burst into the building. The roaring fire still hadnt touched the lobby, so he scurried through it without trouble. Getting to the stairs, Kurt cautiously opened the door and looked up before he entered. The black smoke was sinking from the fifth floor, gray, papery ashes swaying down.

Without giving it another thought, Kurt hurried up the first flight of stairs, almost stumbling and falling back down from how quickly he was moving. The stairs seemed to be a hurtle that took forever to get over, but, finally, Kurt was standing with the smoke hanging just above him, like a makeshift ceiling. His skin crawled, and through the crackling, he heard the horn of a fire truck. Squeezing his eyes shut, Kurt ducked his head and held his breath, as he went higher. The smoke was so hot that Kurt thought he was melting, and when he got up to the fifth floor, he collapsed to the ground.

He laid there for a second, catching his breath, and then screamed and rolled to the side when a painting snapped off of the wall and smacked the ground beside of him. Wriggling across the floor, Kurt called for the little girl, and turned his head when one of the doors flew open. The little girl was standing in the doorway, tears streaking down her face. She held her arms out, "Wheres Mommy?" She cried above the loud hum of the fire.

Suddenly, the fire appeared down another hallway, like a person stalking them. It was moving quickly, and Kurt extended his arms. "Come here! Come here! We have to get out of here!" Backing up because she didnt want to go near the fire, the little girl gave him a helpless look. "Hurry! We cant stay here!"

All at once, there was a cracking noise above them, and Kurt lifted his head, watching with huge eyes as a section of the ceiling came crashing down. When it landed, it felt like the whole world had shaken, its thunderous boom echoing off of the walls. The little girl screeched again, and then became silent. Kurt raised his head to her again, asking if she was okay, as he felt himself panicking. He could never live with himself if he let her be crushed. Suddenly, Kurt felt himself be scooped off of the ground, his body tucked against someones chest. Kurt saw the little girl being carried like a football under someones arm, her huge eyes peering around her as the man taking them out of the building dodged another streak of fire that cut through the floor. He walked over to the glass and kicked it out with a booted foot, and then fell forward. Breathless, Kurt clung to the mans neck, his eyes watching the tiny dots of people become larger as they neared the ground.

When it seemed that they were going to crash, the man righted himself, and thudded to the concrete on two feet. Kurt struggled to free himself, but the man held onto him, as he deposited the little girl in a womans arms. The woman told him how grateful she was, as the crowd closed in on them. The man shrugged them off, eating the ground with his steps as he hoisted Kurt up higher, carrying him with ease. When they got out of the large crowd, Kurt saw his friends run over, each of them wearing expressions of horror. Unique covered his mouth at the sight of him. "Kurt-" His voice was strangled, but the man promptly disregarded him, tromping past him and taking Kurt across the street.

As they distanced themselves from the blazing fire, which the firefighters were trying to take control of, Kurt shivered at the temperature difference. The man instantly clutched him closer, lending him his body heat. They reached a private area in a cluster of trees, and that was when he finally let him down. Kurt stumbled to right himself, his body still shaky, and found that it was easiest to prop himself against a tree. Without looking at him, he knew that it was Blaine who rescued him. Realizing that Blaine wasnt going to speak, Kurt flickered his eyes up to his stony face, "You saved my life."

Blaine shrugged, "Its what I do-"

"But you didnt have to." Kurt argued, "You could have left me in there. I should have known that youd show up. But... when I saw that little girl in there-"

"I know why you did it." He said shortly. "Were you being dumb? Probably. But that little girl would have been killed had you not run up there. The room that she was stuck in completely collapsed a matter of seconds after you called for her." Blaines eyes suddenly flashed to his face, gleaming like gold through the night, "All I can do is ask you to never endanger yourself again. You seem to have a knack for getting yourself in trouble."

"Wait, Blaine..." Kurt reached out for him when he took a step back. "Where are you going?"

"Back to my apartment. Do you want me to walk you back to Sebastian?"

"Sebastian?" Kurt had almost forgotten about him. Blinking, he brought himself back to reality, but Blaine was still standing there, so he still felt like he was in another world. "Blaine... Sebastian isnt... Im not interested in him!" Blaine abruptly twisted back around, his eyes hollow behind his mask. Kurt realized that if he let his ex-boyfriend get away now, there would be no going back. He curled his hands into fists, "Blaine..." Unable to come up with anything else, Kurt rushed over to Blaine and placed his hands on his shoulders. "Blaine, I cant do this."

Blaines hands lowered to Kurts round waist, "Do what?" Kurt shook his head, his head lifting. He met Blaines emotionless eyes, and he reached up and touched the edge of his mask. Blaine blinked as Kurt slid it up, revealing his eyes, which had red lines surrounding them. From how close he was, Kurt could finally see what he wanted to see-a thin film of moisture sealed on the surface of Blaines eyes, showing Kurt that the fact that he had been in danger upset Blaine.

Knowing that Blaine was what he wanted-even with all of the rockiness that came with their relationship-Kurt tipped his head back and grabbed Blaines face. He parted his lips, pressing them over Blaines. Instantly, Blaines arm locked around his waist, and he kissed Kurt back firmly. Kurt curled his hand into Blaines cape, wrapping it slightly around his body so Blaine enfolded him. He smelled the fire on Blaines lips, but stopped breathing when Blaine slid his tongue out, pushing it into Kurts mouth. Whimpering, Kurt wrapped his other arm around Blaines neck. He pulled slightly away from Blaine, whispering into his lips as Blaine pressed a series of kisses onto Kurts mouth, "Take me to your apartment. We need to talk about this, Blaine."

"Youre giving me another chance?" Blaines voice was wrecked with emotion, "No ones ever done that before."

Kurt caressed Blaines tense jaw, "I dont want to lose you... but we need to have some boundaries, Blaine. Thats what I want to talk to you about. But... how will we ever get to your apartment? I drove here with Unique, and you must have flown-" Kurts eyes widened to the size of saucers when Blaine tightened his grip. "Oh, no. No, no. We are not going to fly to your apartment-" His voice broke off when Blaine raised his feet from the ground, hovering just an inch above stability. Squeaking, Kurt buried his face in Blaines neck, hiding himself from reality as Blaine lifted higher and higher. "Blaine! I want to go back down!"

"But its so much nicer up here." Blaine said clearly, his voice becoming much less shaky as he gained confidence from Kurts willingness to take him back. "Ive got you, Kurt." Flattening himself out horizontally with the world, he pinned Kurt to his chest. Kurt slowly peeled one eye open, and he inhaled sharply at the sight of the trees beneath him, like pointy spheres that were getting farther away. Closing his eyes, Kurt wrapped his fingers around Blaines arms, which were hooked around his middle. Blaine suddenly chuckled lowly, his lips brushing the back of Kurts head. "You dont have to be afraid. Im right here."

Reluctantly parting his lids once more, Kurt forced himself to keep his eyes open. He looked down at the streets below them, cars roaming around like tiny ants. Blaine took them around the corner of a skyscraper, and Kurt almost smiled as he held his hand out and touched the side of the building. He could see himself reflected in the glass, suspended in Blaines arms. His cheeks were rosy from all of the excitement, and his blue eyes glittered, the streetlights bouncing off of them. To Kurts alarm, Blaine swooped down. The breath rushed out of Kurts lungs, like the feeling he got at the top of a rollercoaster. He squealed, and the sound melted into an airy giggle, as Blaine lowered him to the surface of a lake. Kurts nose nearly brushed the water.

He held his hand out and dragged his fingers through the chilly water, watching the ripples roll away in a circular formation, until there was nothing left of them. Blaine raised them up once more, and Kurt laughed out loud that time, "This is amazing." Peeking up at Blaines face, Kurt saw his strong jaw, his eyes directed forward. But then Blaine glanced down at him, and they shared a gentle smile. Kurt blushed at the way that Blaine looked at him, turning away and looking back down at the ground.

Blaine flew them over an empty field, and he slowed down when they reached a patch of flowers. Pressing Kurt deeper into him, Blaine used one of his hands to pluck a daisy, and gave it to Kurt, whose heart thumped unusually faster at the gesture. Relaxed, Kurt raised his head a little, and nuzzled it into the crook of Blaines neck. Kurt didnt know how he could have ever thought he could be without Blaine. The rest of their flight was quiet, as Kurt felt some of the terrains they passed over, and listened to Blaines breathing.

After a few minutes, Blaine raised them up again, angling himself nearly vertically as he flew over the top of another building. He suddenly slowed down in front of a large, brick building with windows down the sides of it. Lowering them to the ground, Blaine set Kurt onto his feet, and bundled him in his arms. Kurt laid his head on Blaines shoulder, glad that Blaine had taken him back, after their fight. Blaine ran his fingers through Kurts hair, and he whispered in his ear, "Im falling so fast for you."

Kurt blinked at Blaines words, knowing what they implied. Blaine meant that he was in danger of falling in love with Kurt. Closing his eyes, Kurt simply accepted what he knew was true, and told Blaine, "Im falling for you, too."

Blaine kissed him again, his lips hot and slow, and when they pulled apart, Kurt was left with a pair of tingling lips, and a low throb that had settled in his lower belly. Taking Blaines hand, Kurt followed him into the apartment complex. It looked very similar to Kurts, with bland colors, and an elevator near the back. They stepped inside of it and stayed quiet because they were riding up with an older couple, and when they got to Blaines floor, Kurt let him lead the way. Blaine took him over to a tan door, which he opened after giving it a jiggle of his keys. He flipped on the lights, letting Kurt see how he really lived, since hed never been to his apartment before.

The apartment, unlike Kurts, was decorated minimally, and hardly looked lived in. Kurt was filled with a moment of sadness, because it became clear to him that Blaine never really got to relax, with all of the crime going on outside. His walls were a dark blue, and he had a black couch that sat in front of a TV. He had his writing materials scattered over a desk. The kitchen was open, and also looked very empty. Suddenly turning back to Blaine, Kurt watched him kick his shoes off and take his mask out of his pocket. He tossed it onto the coffee table, and then looked at Kurt. "Um..." Blaine looked awkward, as if hed never done this before. "The bathroom and bedroom are back here."

Clasping Blaines hand in his, Kurt followed him down the hallway and entered the bedroom. Blaine had a dresser in one corner, and a bed in the other, but nothing else in the room. He sat down on his bed, watching him open his closet and dig through it. He quirked a brow at Blaine, "Blaine... have you ever brought a boy home before?"

Blaine shook his head, "No... I havent. Youre the first one."

Frowning, Kurt scooted back on the bed, and propped himself up on the pillows. "Come here. I want to talk." Blaine twisted around, his eyes going back to the empty way that they were before. Lowering onto the bed, he smiled weakly when Kurt boosted himself up and lassoed his arms around his neck. He nibbled on Blaines earlobe, his voice soft when he spoke, "I want to be with you... so badly. But, Blaine, you cant use your powers against me anymore. Okay? I want to have my privacy. No more listening to my conversations, no matter how trifle they may be. And you cant erase my memory... not even a second of it. I want our relationship to be honest and open. If you make a mistake, just apologize for it. Dont take that memory from me. It isnt fair to me."

As Kurt played in Blaines thick hair, Blaine nodded, "I understand. What I did to you was wrong. It was a moment of petty insecurity. Ive never had anything stable, Kurt, and I was so scared that youd leave me over one bad date. I need to be more trusting. Im so sorry for what I did. It will never happen again."

Kurt smiled, "I forgive you, Blaine. But I wanted to talk to you about something else." He placed his hand at Blaines nape, touching the fuzzy hairs that grew there, "Blaine... what you do for other people is so admirable. Youre the bravest man I know. But... Blaine, when your phone goes off, I know that some of the alerts arent very urgent, and you help out just because you can. Tonight, during that fire, you saved someones life. But, do you think that, when no one is in danger of being physically harmed, you could let the police handle it? If you scope out all of the crime that happens in New York, Ill never be able to see my own boyfriend. A-And I dont want you to think that Im being selfish... but, Blaine, I-"

"Youre not being selfish." Blaine scooted back on the bed, and he leaned against the headboard. He took Kurt against his chest, smoothing his messy hair, "Kurt, Im tired. Im so exhausted of never doing anything that I want to do. It seems like it never stops. And Im ready to settle down and have a family. I need to go out less. I promise you that Ill only go out if someone really needs me." Suddenly fumbling in his pocket, Blaine pulled out his phone, and Kurts face fell. Hed just gotten comfortable with Blaine, and didnt know what he would do if he left. But then Blaine pressed a button, and the phone shut off. He put it aside, and returned his hand to Kurts head.

"Thank you." Kurt whispered, stretching his neck so he could reach Blaines lips. "Blaine... I think Im ready."

Blaine furrowed his brows, "Ready? For what, baby?"

"I want you to make love to me." Kurts cheeks flushed a deep pink as Blaine sat up, a wide smile stretching across his lips. "Please? If you... still want me."

"Of course I do." Blaine scoffed, rolling them over until Kurt landed underneath him. Kurts eyes fluttered shut when Blaine bowed over him, his large arms pressing into the pillow on either side of his head. Blaine brushed his mouth over Kurts, and Kurt shuddered as Blaines hot body pushed down on his, the material of his clothes rubbing Kurts naked skin. Kurt popped his eyes open, watching Blaine fling his clothes to the side.

Gasping, Kurt covered his chest and his groin with his arms, and Blaine chuckled into his mouth. "Does the speed freak you out? I wont do that again, if it bothers you."

"I dont know what to do." Kurt said throatily, as Blaine pushed himself up and opened the drawer on his bedside table. He rummaged through it, and pulled out a container of lube.

"Youre fine, baby." Blaine encouraged him, "Let me pleasure you this time. Im your first. Ill take care of you." Flicking his eyes over his shoulder, he traced them over Kurts pink body, hesitating at his slightly curved hips, and then at his face. Blaine, briefly forgetting about opening the bottle of lube, bent back over Kurt and kissed his mouth. "Youre so beautiful. Im going to be gentle with you."

Kurts eyes softened at Blaine, and he slowly removed his arms from his body. "Do... what you want with me. I dont know anything about this."

Blaine tilted his head, moving back over to Kurt as he squirted the lube into his palm. "Nothing at all?"

Kurts blush brightened, "W-Well... a little. I know that... youll put your... your part inside of me. And that y-you need the lube to make it easier. I-Ive never had a sex talk before. My d-dad tried to give me one... but I stuck my fingers into my ears and walked away from him."

Throwing his head back, Blaine laughed louder than Kurt had ever heard him laugh. When he calmed down again, he grinned from ear to ear at Kurt, "Youre so adorable. Dont worry, baby. Im here... and I would never do anything that you didnt like. You can trust me." After he warmed the lube between his hands, he reached down for Kurts legs and nudged them apart. Kurt tried to keep them closed, absolutely mortified, and Blaine smirked once more. "Would it make you comfortable if I undressed before I opened you up?"

"I-I... dont know." Kurt twitched at the thought of seeing Blaine naked, and how that might actually make his embarrassment worse.

Blaine glanced down at the bulge that had pressed against the crotch of his pants, "Honey, my cock is going to have to come out through my zipper, or Im going to take everything off. Here, baby... why dont you explore my body? That might make it easier on you. I promise you that Im just a guy. I have a body under these clothes. Its okay to touch me."

Swallowing thickly, Kurt watched Blaine take one of his delicate hands and press it to his chest. The heat of his skin sank through his shirt, and it was almost like he wasnt wearing anything at all. Curling his fingers into the shirt, Kurt looked up at Blaines face to make sure it was okay as he started to pat around his chest. "There you go, sweetheart. See? This isnt as scary as you think it is. I think that sex, when its done between two people who care deeply for one another, can be one of the most amazing acts that the human body can endure." When Kurt reached Blaines lower stomach, he hesitated, his fingers digging into the hard plains of his abs. Blaine grabbed his hand once more and brought it down to his groin, where the unmistakable shape of an engorged penis was resting against Blaines thigh. Blaine grunted at the way his cock scraped his zipper.

Squeezing the outline of the cock, Kurt tried to familiarize himself with it, while he detached himself from the fact that he was holding Blaines cock. As he rubbed his palm up and down, Blaine let out a hiss, and Kurt removed his hand. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No." Blaine shook his head. "Its just... my pants. Theyre really tight. And having you rub my cock was almost painful. Im really... attracted to you, Kurt." When Blaine opened his eyes, his pupils had expanded. "Is it alright if I take off my pants... or at least open my zipper? It wont make you uneasy?"

Kurt shook his head, even though he wasnt really sure what seeing Blaines penis would do to him. Careful not to wipe off the lube, Blaine unbuttoned his pants and kicked them down his legs, until they were bunched up around his ankles. Kurt stared at Blaines boxers, which had formed a tent, as Blaines cock tried to stand up. When Blaine started to push those down, Kurt stopped him, "Could I... do it?"

Blaine removed his hands, "Yeah, baby." Lifting his hips, Blaine made it easier on Kurt to slip his fingers into the waistband of Blaines boxers and drag them down his thighs. Kurts mouth fell open as Blaines tan cock, which was veiny and thick, was revealed, inch by inch. His underwear finally slipped off of the tip, and Blaines cock bobbed upward, before falling against his stomach. Leaving Blaines underwear at his knees, Kurt slowly stretched his hand out and scraped a fingertip over the shaft, following the outline of a large vein. The silky skin moved over the hard muscle, gathering at his tip, before Kurt pulled it back down. Blaine took a shaky breath, his head falling back.

Bowing his head, Kurt made his lips circular, and pressed kisses up and down the shaft. When he reached the tip, he poked his tongue out and swiped it along the slit, which pre-cum had dribbled out of. He suckled the tip between his lips, milking Blaine, and flicked his tongue over the drooling slit. Kurt clumsily sank his mouth over Blaines shaft, his thoughts concentrated on keeping his teeth away from the sensitive muscle. Drawing back off with a pop, he spent some attention at his thick testicles, licking and kissing the smooth sacs, before he returned to Blaines stiff penis, which was spitting out a clear, milky liquid. He rested his cheek on Blaines hard stomach, tracing his fingers up and down the penis as he kissed the tip. It was what he seemed to be best at.

Above him, Blaine garbled out nonsense, telling Kurt ridiculous love words, and whispering about how much he wanted to be inside of him. Suddenly, Blaine grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back up. Kurt laughed at the wild look in his eyes, his face dark with exertion, and a thin layer of sweat dribbling down his forehead. It seemed he had been yanking at a few tufts of hair. "I was going to come if you kept doing that. Youve never done this before?"

"Was I okay?" Kurt asked shyly, and made a low sound when Blaine flipped him onto his back. He drew his knees up as Blaine lowered his head between his thighs, and he met Blaines smiling eyes, which peered at him over his soft stomach. Blaine wrapped his muscular hand around Kurts cock, which wasnt nearly as thick or long as Blaines. "B-Blaine..."

"Shh... its okay. Have you ever touched yourself, Kurt?" Kurt shook his head, and Blaines eyes became kinder. "Im going to make you orgasm, okay? Just with my hands and tongue. But Im going to do it my way."

"Your way?" Kurt tilted his head to the side, and watched Blaine rub his hand up and down his penis, which hardened with interest. Blaine lowered his head over Kurts tip, wetting it with the flat of his tongue. Kurt let out a soft whimper, listening to Blaine slurp and suck at his cock, as his hand came up and wrapped around one of the bedposts, and his other grabbed at Blaines hair. Suddenly, Blaine moved his hand faster, and he pressed the heel of his other hand against Kurts sacs.

Kurts eyes fluttered shut, but Blaine whispered for him to open, so Kurt did everything in his power to open one of his eyes. "O-Oh..." All at once, Kurt flung his head back when Blaine went faster on his cock, the side of his hand slapping Kurts testicles. Blaines hand seemed to be everywhere at once, and Kurt raised his hips, pushing his penis into Blaines fist.

"Thats right, baby. Take what you want." Sliding his hand even faster, Blaine removed his other hand from Kurts testicles and pressed two fingers into Kurts entrance. Kurt cried out, his body arching at the ceiling. Humming, Kurt popped his hips in rhythm with Blaines hand, and snapped his eyes open as everything inside of him melted into a pile of mush. He panted for a few seconds, and then looked down at Blaine, who was lapping the come off of his penis.

Raising his head, Blaine slid back up Kurts body, and kissed Kurt, letting him taste himself. He wrapped his legs around Blaine, pressing his heels into his ass cheeks, and giggled as Blaine bundled him up and pulled him closer. Holding onto Blaine, Kurt felt himself flip over. His eyes became huge as Blaines body raised from the bed. "Blaine!" He cried, and Blaine laughed at his funny expression. Unable to do anything but hold onto Blaine, Kurt gasped when his back and butt hit the ceiling. "Im not doing this with you on the ceiling! Thats not how I imagined my first time."

Blaine snorted, "Lets try it. You might like it." Spreading Kurts legs with a movement of his hips, he thrust upward, and Kurt couldnt help but moan at the way Blaines tip slipped over his hole. "So... when you imagined your first time, did you ever see a man? Did you see his face? He was uglier than me, wasnt he?"

Kurt giggled, fumbling with Blaine to get in the right position for him to go inside. "Much uglier, Blaine. He was practically a toad. But... then again... he did look a little like you. He had curly, black hair, and these golden eyes. And-oh, he might have actually been you!" Kurt burst into laughter when Blaine kissed him firmly, hushing his insults. When Blaine pushed up again, Kurt rolled his eyes, "If we werent on the ceiling, this would be much easier."

"Nonsense. Everythings better when youre off the ground. Do you know how many football games Ive watched without getting tickets?"

Kurt narrowed his eyes, "You like football?"

Blaine grinned proudly, "As much as you like scarves."

"Oh, no." Kurt put his hand over his mouth, "That might just be a deal breaker, Blaine. Put me down. Im going home now. This relationship wont go anywhere else."

Blaine glared, "Oh, come on. Can I at least have sex with you first? I went to the trouble of getting you up here."

Kurt laughed until Blaine hushed him with his mouth, and he drew his smiling mouth down, becoming serious. He whispered into Blaines lips, "Im yours now. Take me." Reaching for his penis, Blaine aligned it with Kurts entrance. With one slide of his hips, he buried himself in Kurt, who opened his mouth in a silent cry. At first, there was a jarring sting as his body was invaded, but when Blaine stayed still for a few seconds, the burn was replaced by a full feeling, his nerves buzzing as Blaine rubbed his cock back and forth, massaging himself on Kurts interior.

Held up in Blaines arms, Kurt experienced the sensation of falling, as Blaine plunged in and out of him. Those two feelings, put together, rendered Kurt breathless, quiet mewls breaking from his lips as Blaine mouthed at his neck and chest. He purred in Blaines arms, and then squeezed his eyes shut when Blaine tilted his hips in a different direction, his tip bumping into a tiny bundle of nerves that made Kurt jolt. "There you go... Theres your sweet spot." Blaine grumbled, pumping his cock faster when Kurt adjusted to his girth.

Once again, the world seemed to slow down as Kurt came, this orgasm slower and softer than the last. His eyes fluttered shut, his body falling limp in Blaines arms. As Kurt clamped around him, Blaine also spilled his seed, filling Kurt up. Wrung of his energy, Blaine lowered them back to the bed, and he pulled out of Kurt, who wriggled at the unusual emptiness he felt between his cheeks. As Blaine adjusted Kurt over his body and laid him against his chest, he murmured weakly, "So gorgeous. How did I ever get so lucky?"

Smiling, Kurt cuddled deeper into Blaines chest. He listened to his heartbeat for several minutes, feeling the sweat cool on their bodies, and their heart rates slow down. After a little while, he whispered against Blaines tight nipple, "I didnt have any friends during high school. When I was younger, my dad homeschooled me. He thought it would be best for me, because I was... picked on a lot, by other children. After I finished up junior high, my dad had to start working overtime at the car shop. We were tight on money, Blaine. With more people going to brand name car shops, my dad was losing business, and with only one person in the family working, we werent doing very well. My dad didnt have time to help me with my studies, so he sent me to a real high school... McKinley High School."

"My freshman year was fine. I didnt meet anyone, and I spent most of my time alone. To everyone else, I was just a shy, new kid. When I wasnt doing homework, I was writing. I didnt bother anyone. When I came back the next year... it was like... like everyone was angry, all the time. I tried to join a glee club. I loved to sing. But this glee club wasnt for singing. Every time I walked in the classroom, my classmates were screaming at each other. I was terrified... these two girls were especially rambunctious. They would grab each others hair and throw each other to the ground. The girls, for the most part ignored me, but the boys would go out of their way to mock me. Every time I sang, they would call me names... shove me. Needless to say, I quit after two months. But... that wasnt the worst of it. It was this group of jocks that went out of their way to make my life miserable. During my junior year, they started to hunt me out, because I was the only gay kid at the school."

"The bullying started out innocently enough. They would usually just stop me in the hallway and ruffle my clothes. Theyd yell at me. I could handle that. But..." Kurts eyes darkened as he stared at a patch of hair on Blaines chest. Blaine, as if he sensed that something was wrong, stroked his hand over his head. Kurt continued after gulping thickly, "But... there was this one boy who was different from the rest. He looked at me as if... as if he had never hated anyone more than me, even though I had never said two words to him. His name was David, but everyone called him Karofsky. For a while, he did as the others did. He would push me and call me names, but... there was this one day that wasnt like that. It was just after my dad and Carole had gotten engaged. They came into school to surprise me with the news, and Karofsky overheard. I kept these two dolls in my locker... a bride and a groom... because Ive always loved weddings. I picked them up, and I was looking at them. Karofsky stomped over to me and stole them right out of my hand. He didnt say anything to me. He touched my neck, and had this awful glare on his face. And then he turned around, and walked away. I never got my dolls back."

"His bullying got worse. The others... They would ignore me, most of the time. But, every time he saw me, hed slam me into the lockers or slap me. I had these dark, swollen bruises all over my skin. I hid them from my dad. I didnt want him to worry. But it was starting to drain me. I lost interest in my food, mainly because it hurt to eat. I didnt feel like studying any more. But I wrote more often. There was one day when... Id had enough. As he always did, Karofsky pushed me down. But this was the first time that I got up. I chased after him. I dont remember what I was saying, but I was screaming for him to stop. I ran into the locker room, and before I even got one foot through the door, he smacked me so hard that... that I blacked out for a second. I fell to the ground. I remember the look on his face... so angry and twisted. He told me that he would kill me, so I tried to get away from him. I couldnt get my footing, so I crawled out of the locker room, and finally pulled myself up. As soon as I did, I ran into more of them."

"They held me back and let... let Karofsky hit me. All I could do was cry. They were so much stronger than me. When I thought that I couldnt take anymore, my stepbrother finally walked down the hallway. He pulled me away from them, and I remember clinging to his neck. He carried me to the principals office, and... and I sat in his lap, too scared to even open my eyes. My dad and Carole came in, and they took me home. Karofsky was given a week of suspension. My dad and Carole tried to pull me out of the school, but they couldnt afford to do anything else with me. I had to stay there. When Karofsky came back, though... something was different about him. He avoided me like I was diseased. And... that was when I started receiving these anonymous texts. This person would tell me that if I didnt go on a date with him, hed kill himself. He told me that I saw him every day, but that he wasnt out yet. These texts were... disgusting. Finn somehow got a hold of my phone one day and discovered the texts. He let my dad know, and he had the number blocked. I could tell that it was eating my dad up, having to send me to that school. But there was nothing more that he could have done."

"When I went back to school a few days later, I found out that Karofsky had attempted suicide. I left early and went to the hospital, and the first thing he said when I walked through the door was that he loved me, and wanted me to consider him for a boyfriend. I told him that I wasnt interested in him romantically, but wanted to get to know him as a friend. When he was released, I took him out to lunch and talked to him about his sexuality. He was so... confused, Blaine. He was frustrated, and didnt know how to get that out of his system in a healthy way. When we left the restaurant, I thought that he was doing better, but he still... did it. He hanged himself in his closet. And Ive... Ive always thought that I was to blame. I k-know that it isnt my fault, but he told me that hed do it if I wouldnt be his boyfriend."

Blaine gradually raised himself up, his muscles contracting under Kurts head. "Sweetheart... look at me. Dont ever think that you did anything wrong by not giving in to his threats. That man... David... he had deeper problems than not having you as his boyfriend, if he tried to kill himself. He would have done it, anyway, whether or not you agreed to date him. I dont think he was ready to have a boyfriend, if he couldnt even accept himself. He would have just gotten angrier with you. And it was never about you... He would have harassed any gay person to date him. It just turned out that you were the only one he could find. Baby, you did everything that you could for him, and more than many other people would have. He tormented you, and you forgave all of it and went after him. You were with him during his final hours. And Im sure that he knew, even before you refused him, that he was going to try again. Your answer didnt matter. You were good to him, when he didnt deserve that. Youre a good person, Kurt."

Kurt shook his head, "When I found out that he was in the closet, it all made sense to me. I know that I was scared when I came out to my dad. But... I had support, and Karofsky didnt have anyone. His only friends were homophobic jocks. He needed someone, and I knew just what to say to him... or, at least, I thought I did."

Blaine smoothed Kurts hair again, "Kurt... thank you for telling me this. Ill never misuse your trust again-"

Smiling up at Blaine, Kurt murmured, "Its already forgotten. Um... Blaine, do you think that I could sleep over here? Its so late, and dark, and as much as I like flying, I-"

Blaine chuckled, kissing Kurts forehead, "Go to sleep, sweetheart. Ill wake you up in the morning. If I keep you away for too long, Pavarotti will hate me again."

The following day, Kurt drove with Blaine and Unique back to his apartment after work. That morning, he had been cornered by the flustered boy, who had questioned him about what he had been thinking last night, running into a burning hotel, and then going off with a stranger in a mask. Blaine had then appeared, two coffees in his hands, and hed kissed Kurts mouth. When they pulled apart, Unique looked like his eyes were going to pop out of his head.

After theyd been separated by a glare from Schuester, Blaine had taken Kurt across his lap and said that Kurt ought to tell Unique, rather than having Blaine wipe his memory, so that Kurt could have the support that he needed. Kurt had given some protesting, and warned that Unique couldnt keep his lips sealed to save his life, but Blaine had simply said that they could explain, in thorough words, how this was probably the most important secret Unique would ever hear, and that he had to keep his mouth shut.

As Blaine prepared an early dinner in the kitchen, Kurt sat with Unique on the couch, relaying all that he could about Blaines secret without revealing anything about Blaines problems with his family. Unique stared at him, eyes bulging and jaw unhinged, and Kurt finished lamely, "And... that man in the mask... That was Blaine. He rescued me."

Unique shut his mouth when Blaine returned, toting a plate of chopped vegetables. "Dinner will be done in thirty minutes." He said, lowering beside of Kurt and hooking his arm around his shoulders. He raised a brow at the look Unique was giving him, "What? Too weird?"

"So... you have, like, super powers?"

Blaine shrugged nonchalantly, sipping his drink. "I wouldnt call them that, but, yes. When I was younger, they were like a curse. Remember what it was like to go through puberty? I went through that, and I had to deal with getting the hang of these powers. If I coughed, I would start floating. I was the strange kid."

Unique looked at them suspiciously, "Wait... wait. Where did you two go last night? What happened? You were just broken up."

Kurt glimpsed over at Blaine, rubbing his hand through his curls, "We... uh... well, Blaine took me back to his apartment. We talked for a while. Weve decided that were better off together. I care very deeply for Blaine-"

"Did you have sex?" Unique assumed, sitting forward and blinking at both of them. When Kurt blushed, Uniques mouth fell open, "Kurt! I thought there was something different about you! How was it?"

"It was the height of my night. Can we change the subject?" At the way Kurt had worded that, Blaine snorted behind his hand, and Unique gave both of them a strange look. Becoming stoic, Kurt leaned forward and patted his best friends hand. "But, Unique, you cant tell anyone about this. It could endanger Blaine if word of this got out. Please... for me, and the safety of my boyfriend... keep this to yourself."

"Oh, of course. You have my word." Unique snapped his eyes back to Blaine, "So, youre saying that, if I come into contact with this kryptonite, I could get superpowers, too?"

"Possibly." Blaine shrugged, "But I wouldnt advise tracking it down. Theres an extremely low percentage of people who are mutated by it."

"And what happens to the other percentage of people?"

"Death." Blaine said bluntly. "The excruciating kind. Stay away from it, Unique." Uniques face blanched almost comically.

Getting to his feet, Kurt excused himself from the room, "Im going to let Pavarotti out of his cage. Its time for him to stretch his wings. Ill be back in a minute." He brushed his hand over his boyfriends shoulder, exiting the room, and walking back to his bedroom. When he got to Pavarottis cage, he saw the little bird sprucing up his feathers. "Hi, sweetheart. Are you taking a bath? Why dont you come out and visit with Blaine and Unique?"

Opening the cage door, he held out his hand for Pavarotti and pulled him out when he hopped onto his palm. He stroked his birds head, listening to him hum happily, when his ears picked up the sound of Unique muttering lowly, as if he didnt want Kurt to overhear. Furrowing his brows, Kurt snuck over to the doorway and peered out at his best friend and boyfriend. Blaine was idly flipping through TV channels, while Unique leaned forward, saying something to him. Kurt strained his ears, taking a few more steps forward, and overheard, "But what are you planning to do with him?"

Blaine disinterestedly glanced at Unique, "What do you mean?"

Unique looked exasperated by Blaines obliviousness, "I mean... you know, youre a thirty four year old man. Youve been talking about settling down with a husband and family. If you didnt want Kurt to be that husband, you would have moved on to someone else by now. Have you really been thinking about proposing to him?"

"No one said anything about proposing." Blaine put in, "I still have time to get married. I mean, I wouldnt be against marrying Kurt, but he and I still have some things to work out. We just started dating. Lets just say... Im not actively thinking about proposing, but it might be in my future. I dont know yet. I need to figure out what Kurt wants."

Unique leaned back again, "If the fact that Kurt waited until he was twenty two to get a boyfriend isnt a big enough hint, Ill just tell you myself that Kurt isnt dating just to date around."

Blaine arched an intrigued brow, "Unique... can I ask you if Kurt has ever spoken to you about... why it was me? What did I do to warrant his affections? When we first met, I could barely bring myself to talk to him."

"I dont know. Hes never explained it to me. But hes been besotted with you practically since the first day." Kurt smiled at Uniques interpretation of his feelings for Blaine, and then widened his eyes when Pavarotti chirped in his hands. Luckily, neither Blaine nor Unique seemed to pay any attention to the birds noises, but Unique did call back for him to get his booty back in the room.

"Im coming!" Kurt swiped a few treats for Pavarotti, who Blaine usually liked to be the one to feed. As he plopped beside of Blaine, he kissed his cheek, and then tucked himself under his arm.

Three months later, Blaine moved into Kurts apartment. They had been talking about it for a month, and debating who would move into whose apartment, and what stuff they would keep, and what they would throw out. Kurts apartment had been the obvious choice because it included a guest room, which Kurt insisted he had to keep in case his parents came up for another visit. Theyd sold Kurts bedframe and mattress when they figured out that Blaines was slightly wider and longer, but had gotten rid of Blaines dresser, because Kurts had the extra space he needed to keep his facial products stored.

After that, theyd both gone through their closets and pulled out outfits that they never wore and didnt want to keep, to make for extra room. Once they were finished selling everything that they couldnt use anymore, and after Blaines apartment went off the market, theyd pocketed enough money to invest on groceries and the electric bill for the next two months, as well as a small, weekend trip, which they both agreed that they were in need of, after this stressful move. While Blaine stayed downstairs with the moving truck, Kurt stood in his apartment, giving everything one last check to make sure it was all in place for when Blaine moved his things in. Blaine didnt have much to bring with him, to Kurts surprise. When Kurt had gone over to his apartment the night before to help him pack, Blaine had already had everything in one suitcase-a few outfits, body soap and shampoo, a hairbrush, and a toothbrush and paste. He didnt even have any movies or picture frames. Blaine had never needed much in life, since he never had the luxury of staying home for long, before he was called back out to help someone else.

Suddenly, his apartment door opened, and Kurt turned a bright smile in that direction, only to be startled by the sight of his boyfriend, standing alone in the doorway. He held his bedframe and mattress in either hand. "Blaine, where are the men we hired to move your things?"

"I paid them. They left." Blaine blinked, as if he didnt understand why Kurt was asking.

"But how did you bring those up without help? Arent they heavy-?" And then Kurt realized what dumb questions those were when Blaine heaved both of the objects under his arms, not breaking a sweat as he carried them past Kurt. "Thats how you did it. You like the arrangements of the bedroom, dont you? We could have the bed against this wall... Pavarottis cage would be moved over a little. But he would get more sunlight in that spot. You know how Pavarotti loves the heat."

"Yeah, babe." Without releasing a grunt, Blaine set the bedframe down where Kurt had told him it would go, and then placed the mattress on top of it. "I like the setup." Groaning, Blaine fell back on the naked mattress and stretched, "The move is finally over."

Kurt quirked a brow, "I thought that you wouldnt get tired over a little physical labor."

Blaines chuckling body shook the bed, "Im not, dammit! I was laying myself out for you. I thought that we could celebrate the move by spending the rest of the day in bed." Sitting up, he wiggled his brows at Kurt, who giggled and backed away from him.

"But the bed isnt even made! Its just a mattress."

The smile on Blaines face fell, "Kurt, we have had sex on the ceiling... multiple times. Youre complaining about a stripped mattress? It looks like Im going to have to do this the hard way." Swinging a hand out at Kurt, he grabbed him around his waist and dragged him closer. Kurt squealed giddily, struggling to get away.

"Get off of me, you pompous man! You have to unpack! Blaine, Im ticklish there! Dont you dare touch that-!" Kurt swatted at his boyfriend, who laughed as he toppled Kurt to the mattress, and quieted him with his mouth.

The only problem that Kurt found with living with Blaine was that his absences became much more real. Despite not leaving for every emergency that came up, Blaine still took off about once every three days. Besides that drawback of having Blaine close, Kurt discovered that he loved having someone to share his space, and his life, with. He and Blaine lived very similarly, waking up at the same time. They took turns making breakfast, and then showered very quickly together, and brushed their teeth, and then left in the same car. Blaine had started going to lunch with Kurt and Unique, but still knew to give them their space, so he only went occasionally. Even though he felt bad that his boyfriend felt that he couldnt be included, he appreciated that Blaine respected the time that Kurt needed with his friends.

At the end of the day, they drove home together, or went out to dinner. Kurt loved how spontaneous Blaine was with where he drove him, sometimes taking him home and serving him a scrumptious dinner, or inviting Kurt to cook with him, or bringing him to a nice restaurant where the two of them talked about anything. After dinner, they usually lounged on the couch together, typing on their laptops, before getting ready for bed. Both of them had patient personalities, and were quiet around the house, so they got along very well in the same place.

Even though his life couldnt have been easier, Kurt was still happy to see Blaine approach him about taking a weekend trip to Lima, to see his parents. Blaine and Kurt couldnt afford to take a proper vacation, but with all of the places that Blaine had taken him around New York, and with this weekend trip coming up, Kurt felt like hed been on ten vacations. "Really?" Kurt chirped, after Blaine handed him the paper hed scribbled on, showing approximately how much the trip would cost, and how they could work it in. Blaine nodded, glad to see the smile on Kurts face, and grunted as Kurt lunged into his arms, hugging him fiercely.

After getting the time off from Schuester, who had softened up like butter toward them when Kurt got another article on the front page, and Blaine was recognized and given an award for one of his, theyd spent Thursday night packing, and left for the airport Friday morning. Within two hours, they were boarded onto their plane, Kurt sitting in the window seat, while Blaine sat just beside of him, his legs stretched out and a map of Lima in his lap. "Whats in Lima?" Blaine asked, as he tried to get himself acquainted with the two nicer restaurants that were in the town.

"Farm fields. Cows. Grass." Kurt informed him, and when Blaine glanced up at him, he shrugged, "Im not pulling your leg. Thats actually whats in Lima. When I told you that I grew up in a small town, I wasnt kidding." Taking Blaines map from him, Kurt traced his finger over it, and then stopped in the general area of his house. "I live right around here. Over there is my high school. This area has some restaurants... none of them are good. One of them is a greasy sports bar, and the rest are fast food. All of this..." he waved his hand over a large portion of the map, "is fields." Obviously put off by what hed learned, Blaine gaped at the map, and Kurt nudged him with his elbow. "Blaine, where did you grow up? Youve told me about your family, but nothing about where youre from. I cant place your accent."

"Oh." Blaine took a sip of the drink hed ordered. "I was born in California, near the shore. After I left California, I went to Arizona for a few years. After that, I lived in Washington for less than a year. Now, Im in New York. I try to stay in areas with dense populations, so I can help more people."

"But... youre not going to stay in New York, are you? Not permanently?"

Blaine shook his head, "No, not permanently. When I have a family, Ill move to another state... or, at least, another city, thats safer. As soon as I get married and have children, my family will come first." His eyes flitted back up to Kurt, "But I guess it depends on you, too. What are you going to do, Kurt? Because Im not going anywhere if youre not."

Kurt shrugged, "I dont know... I guess Ive been thinking the same way. New York isnt a permanent thing for me. I wanted to attend college there, and get the experience of having lived there. But... I dont want to stay there, especially when I have children." Realizing that his plans had almost perfectly aligned with Blaines, Kurt flushed, and returned his attention to the plane, which had started backing up. "Have you ever been on a plane, Blaine? I mean... you dont have to be on one, do you?"

Blaine looked out the window, "No, Ive never been on one. Every time Ive moved to a different state, Ive sold off my belongings and started fresh. Its easier to take nothing with me when Im flying on my own. But, I doubted you would want me to carry you across the country."

Kurt turned green at the idea. Laughing, Blaine pulled Kurts head against his chest, which Kurt burrowed into, breathing his heady cologne. Suddenly, Kurt dragged his eyes up to Blaines chin, and he ran his fingers over the engrained stubble. "Do you want to do something to pass the time? My dad and I used to do this during car rides. I was a fussy child, and hed do just about anything to keep me from throwing a tantrum."

"I can believe that." Blaine snorted when Kurt smacked his arm, "And what is it you propose we do?"

"Okay, so... we have to ask each other questions. And I want to start."

"Isnt that what dates are for? Is this your way of telling me that I need to take you on more dates?" Despite the curve to his lips, there was a flicker of uncertainty in Blaines eyes, as if he actually thought that he still wasnt spending enough time with Kurt, or asking the right questions.

"No... youre a good boyfriend, Blaine." Shimmying deeper into Blaines chest, Kurt traced his fingers over the veins in Blaines hands, which had wound around his slender arms. "Why dont we have a date on a plane?" Finally, Blaine settled back into his seat, his lips touching Kurts hair, so Kurt said softly, "My first question is... whats the most embarrassing thing thats ever happened to you?"

Blaines body shuddered with his snickers, "Do I have to pick just one? Well, when I was younger, it was my clumsiness that always got me in trouble. With my powers, I had even less control of my body. That was always a problem for me. But... Ive probably never felt more embarrassed than when I met you. I knew that someone else worked in our office... but, when you walked in, I lost my words. I thought that you were stunning. You made me so flustered that I didnt know what I was saying. I remember... I was mean to you. I wanted you to stay away, so that you wouldnt have to... deal with me, if, by any chance, you developed feelings for me." When Kurt glimpsed up at Blaines face, he saw that it had turned cold. He stroked the back of his hand, opening his mouth to tell him that he didnt regret getting close to him, when Blaine cleared his throat. "But... whats the embarrassing thing thats happened to you?"

Kurt smiled cheekily, "Nothing embarrassing ever happens to me. And you cant ask me the same question. Thats cheating!"

Blaine rolled his eyes, "Fine, fine. I think youre coming up with these rules on the spot. Let me think." Pressing a few kisses to the crown of Kurts head, he finally said lowly, "Tell me where you see yourself... I dont know, two years from now."

"Two years?" He squinted, "Hm... two years from now, I think Id want to be married to a nice, successful man. I would still be a fashion journalist. Wed live in a cute, little house with a garden. And... wed be adopting our first child. My second question for you... Where have you always wanted to get married, Blaine? Youre the kind of guy to be difficult about his wedding, arent you? Youd want to get married on a cruise... with doves released behind you when you said your vows."

Blaine threw his head back, "Not quite, even though I wouldnt be opposed to a cruise. I need the week of relaxation. And I wouldnt take you with me. Youre not calm at all."

Kurt narrowed his eyes at Blaine, "I wouldnt want to go on your silly cruise, anyway! Theyre boring. And do you know what all of that salt and water would do to my skin?"

"My point exactly." Blaine smirked at Kurt, who pointed his nose upward and crossed his arms over his chest. Bundling Kurt closer to him, he lowered his voice, "I dont know where Id want to get married, baby. I think Id be so happy to just be getting a husband that Id let him plan everything. Ive never been much of a party organizer, anyway. Ive always been the creepy guy that lurks in corners... at least, at the very few parties Ive gone to." Kurt giggled at that, imagining how awkward his introverted and bookish boyfriend would look in the middle of a party. "Okay, my next question for you is... if you had children, what would you name them?"

Kurt suddenly clapped his hands, "Ive thought about this one! If I had a baby girl, I would name her after my mom, Elizabeth. Close friends called my mom Ellie, but I would call my daughter Lizzie. I would name a boy Alfredo."

Blaines brows shot up, "Alfredo?"

"I like Italian food! But I would call him Alfie." Kurt smacked his hands to his cheeks, "How do you like Fettuccine?"

Sliding his fingers under Kurts chin, he tipped his head back, "I like Alfie." He kissed Kurts mouth, "You still have to ask me a question."

Kurts lashes batted as Blaine lowered his face, the tips of their noses bumping. He could smell Blaines minty breath, and see the lightest sprinkling of freckles across his nose. Sparked by a moment of bravery, Kurt cupped Blaines face, a smile stretching across his pink lips as Blaine nuzzled closer to him, sealing his lips over the tip of Kurts nose. Like a curious child exploring his new world, Kurt reached up for Blaines hair and toyed with his locks. "Blaine... have you ever been in love... with anyone at all?"

He didnt know why that question had any importance to him. It was just setting him up for failure, whether Blaine said that hed never been in love, or had loved one of his ex-boyfriends. It wasnt like he wanted Blaines love, anyway, since Kurt hadnt fallen that hard for him, anyway. But then Blaine lowered his mouth to Kurts, his hand closing around the back of his head, and he whispered, "I think so."

And it all came so clear to Kurt, like flying above the clouds, where the sky seemed so empty, but was actually squished between everything and oblivion. But Kurt couldnt say that back to Blaine, because he was the only man Kurt had been with romantically, and Blaine would know whom he was referring to. Snuggling his head against Blaines collarbone, Kurt wondered when he would be able to tell Blaine. His dad had once told him that he would know when it would be the right time to express his feelings for the man he knew was meant for him, and Kurt hoped that moment came sooner, rather than later.