Seven weeks later, Kurt and Blaine were walking out of the doctor’s office, the cast now removed from Kurt’s leg. They skipped through the parking lot, hands intertwined and the sound Kurt’s giggles of happiness from being able to walk on his own.

The past few weeks had been incredibly good to Kurt and Blaine. Shane had been sentenced to eight years in jail for rape, DUI, and that drunk driving causing an accident. The court had also ordered Shane to never go near Kurt again. Blaine’s mother and father had gotten a divorce, his mother keeping the house, receiving a large settlement and Blaine continuing to live with his mother. Mrs. Anderson had grown very fond of Kurt, and he was always welcome at the Anderson household.

The contentment and happiness radiating from the couple set off an aura that could brighten up anyone’s day, and Kurt was feeling the best he had in weeks. He could confidently say that he had gotten over his fear and the haunting memories of Shane had left him for good. He had a boyfriend that loved him, and he loved as well, a family behind him and supporting him, and the bullying had finally stopped. Maybe it stopped out of pity, maybe out of a genuine care of heart, but he couldn’t care less.

Kurt stopped in front of Blaine’s silver car, and turned to his boyfriend, his knee high boots spinning on the pavement. Out of a burst of boldness, Kurt pressed Blaine against the passenger side of the car, their bodies flush together. Kurt mouth sought out Blaine’s and he kissed him deeply, his tongue sliding into his mouth when he gasped in shock at Kurt’s confidence. Kurt slowly slid his hands from his boyfriend’s hips and into the back pockets of his jeans. Still feeling bold, he squeezed Blaine’s ass and shivered delightfully at the guttural moan that resonated in Blaine’s throat. He smiled against the smaller boy’s lips and then pulled away from him completely, an impish smirk on his lips and the key’s to Blaine’s car dangling from his index finger.

”Why you little….” Blaine’s voice trailed off, smiling at Kurt.

”I’m driving, and we’re going out to dinner. I’ve let you take care of me for these past couple months, now it’s my turn to take care of you. I’m paying too, so don’t even try to argue, Anderson,” Kurt said as he climbed into the driver’s seat. He rolled down the passenger side window, leaned over the seat and pulled his Aviators down a bit, and a playful tone of bitchiness colored his voice “Are you getting in, or what? I’ll tie you up and throw you in the trunk, darling.”

Blaine climbed in and put on his seat belt, “Is that a threat or a promise?”

Kurt’s cheek’s flushed as he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

Their dinner date passed uneventfully. Their eyes met occasionally as they were eating, and each time Kurt would blush and look away, and a smirk would form on Blaine’s lips. Kurt paid for their food, and they headed to Blaine’s house. His mother was out of town with her sister, so they had the house to themselves.

They soon found themselves cuddled under a big blanket in the living room and watching a movie that neither of them was paying attention to. Kurt was sitting beside Blaine, with his legs draped over his lap. Kurt’s arm was around Blaine’s neck, his fingers tugging on and playing with the soft and gel-free curls on the back of his head. Blaine was very aware of Kurt’s impossibly long legs so close to his nether regions, he was also alert of the soft, yet persisting tugging of his hair. Blaine, always the gentleman, tried to keep his eyes on the movie, but Kurt had other ideas.

Kurt laid his hand on Blaine’s cheek and brought his lips to his own. He kissed Blaine passionately, while sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and biting it gently. Kurt took the moan that escaped from his mouth as a sign of approval, and slid his tongue into Blaine’s mouth. Blaine was hesitant and careful as he returned the kiss; he definitely didn’t want to push Kurt into anything. He pulled away, and leaned his forehead on Blaine’s, lips cherry red and kiss-swollen, “Blaine… I’m ready for this. I’m ready for us. I want you to make me forget everything that ever happened with Shane. I want you, Blaine, all of you.”

Blaine smiled softly, “I love you, Kurt Hummel. You’re so beautiful, and I can’t tell you how much it means to me that you’re allowing us to become closer, and be more intimate with each other. I love you.” Blaine kissed Kurt deeply, the kiss soon turning hungry and desperate.

Kurt moved from his seat beside Blaine and placed himself on his lap, his leg’s straddling Blaine’s hips. This new position brought them closer together; their chests flush against each other’s. Their tongues slid against each other in the heat of the moment. Kurt rolled his hips down against Blaine, and he felt his growing arousal pressing against his own. Blaine groaned then pulled his lips from Kurt’s and leaned his head against the back of the couch.

Kurt moved his lips to Blaine’s jaw, sucking on the skin there and leaving a hickey. The mark was followed by a slow swipe of his tongue and a sharp bite. He made his way down his neck, placing open mouthed kisses behind him. By the time he made it to the place where his neck and shoulder met, Blaine was a writhing and moaning mess. Blaine pulled his boyfriend’s lips back to his own in a desperate moan.

Blaine’s hands went to the front of Kurt’s shirt and ripped it open, the buttons flying off and clanging to the floor. “I’ll buy you another one,” he whispered against his lips as he heard Kurt’s slight growl. Wait, Kurt growled?! Blaine shoved Kurt’s shirt off his shoulders and onto the floor while a desperate moan dragged its way out of his throat.

Kurt broke away from Blaine, his chest heaving and his porcelain skin flushed, “I am not having sex on this couch, Blaine.” Kurt stood up and pulled Blaine with him, making their way to Blaine’s bedroom. Kurt’s unforgiving skin-tight jeans did nothing to hide his obvious arousal, but neither did Blaine’s looser style of jeans.

Once in Blaine’s previously redecorated room (courtesy of Kurt, of course), Kurt stripped Blaine of his own shirt and pulled him close, each line of their bodies pressed tight together. Blaine gasped at the heat of their flushed skin pressed together. With each breath he took, Blaine could feel Kurt’s defined stomach flexing against his own. Occupied by another heated kiss, he didn’t notice Kurt pulling him towards the large king-sized bed in the center of the room.

The couple laid in the center of the bed in a tangle of limbs, kisses and their noises of appreciation and pleading. Kurt hovered over Blaine, keeping him distracted with kisses as his unbuttoned his pants and slowly pushed them off. He kissed his way down Blaine’s muscled stomach and traced the indentations with the tip of his tongue. Kurt took the waistband of Blaine’s boxer briefs in between his teeth and slowly pulled them down his legs.

As he looked up at his boyfriend, Blaine’s head was thrown back in restraint and his hands were clutching at the sheets desperately. Kurt grasped his cock tightly in his hand and licked the underside of it slowly, shivering in satisfaction as a string of curse words shredded from Blaine’s perfect lips. He sunk his mouth down over his cock, his cheeks hollowed as he pulled his length completely into his mouth. Blaine’s hips jerked upwards into his mouth, and Kurt braced his hands on his hips to still him. Kurt sucked him in earnest, because he enjoyed being able to please his boyfriend and be the one who can make him scream. He buried his hands in Kurt’s hair, and bit back a scream as Kurt hummed around his cock.

Kurt let his cock fall out of his mouth with one last swipe of his tongue. He took Blaine’s hands from the sheets and placed them on his own hips as a sign to go further and strip him of his clothes as well. “Don’t hold back. I want you to scream for me, I want to be the reason you’re screaming. I trust you, and I know you’ll take care of me,” Kurt whispered hotly in Blaine’s ear.

Blaine stripped Kurt of his jeans, his boxers soon following. He reached into the nightstand and pulled out the all too familiar bottle of lube and a condom. Kurt bit his lip and looked away as Blaine threw the condom and lube to the bed. He wished they hadn’t needed to use a condom at all, but who knew what kind of diseases Shane could have? If only he hadn’t been so stu- Blaine cut off his train of thought with a tender kiss, one completely different from any of the previous ones that night, “I know what you’re thinking. Stop it. I love you. I don’t blame you for anything.”

Kurt smiled, wondering how he got so lucky. He rolled the condom onto Blaine’s cock as Blaine warmed up the lube in his hands. Kurt straddled his hips and kissed him softly and tentatively, somewhat nervous for what was to come. “I trust you, Blaine. I know that you won’t push me into anything I’m not ready for. I love you too,” he whispered.

Blaine eased one finger into him slowly and he tried not to cringe slightly when Kurt whimpered at the stretch. He attached his mouth to Blaine’s and kissed him in earnest and he didn’t hold anything back. As Kurt pushed his ass onto Blaine’s hand he added another finger, scissoring them inside of him carefully. Their bodies slid together easily, sheen of sweat forming on them. “M-more…B-Blaine!” Kurt shouted in ecstasy as he added a third finger. Kurt bit his lip as he tried not to scream out in the pain and pleasure of it all.

”Scream, Kurt. I want to hear you scream as I show you what your first time should’ve been like,” Blaine’s voice was deep and had a husky undertone to it that made Kurt’s toes curl. A series of curse words came from the beautiful man above him as the three fingers he had inside of him rubbed against that little bundle of nerves.

”Fuck, Blaine! I need you inside of me, now.” Blaine removed his fingers from Kurt’s ass and he whimpered desperately at the loss. He rolled to the side and hovered over Kurt, the blankets twisting around them and tying them close together. He added a little more lube to his own cock before placing the head of it at Kurt’s entrance. He leaned forward and captured Blaine in a passionate kiss as Blaine entered him in one swift thrust. Kurt screamed broke away from Blaine’s mouth, half out of pain and half of ecstasy. Blaine silenced him with another heated kiss as their tongues slid together in frenzy.

“Dammit, Kurt! So fucking t-tight!” Blaine screamed. Blaine pulled almost completely out of him slowly before setting a pace with his thrusts that kept them both hanging on the edge, but not allowing themselves to give into the heat pooling at the base of their stomachs.

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine’s middle, his nails scratching his back and leaving little crescent shaped cuts. When he wrapped his legs around his hips, this changed the angle of Blaine’s thrusts, causing him to hit his prostate on every thrust, “OhmyGOD, Blaine!!” Blaine’s thrusts became erratic as he felt the familiar tightening in his stomach, and he grasped Kurt’s cock and pumped him in time with his thrusts. “Kurt, I-I’m c-close…” his voice trailed off as he came inside the condom while screaming Kurt’s name, his thrusts slowing and then finally stilling. Kurt came immediately after, the look of pure, unbridled ecstasy and love on his boyfriend’s face causing him to topple over the edge.

Blaine pulled out of Kurt slowly and he whimpered at the feeling of emptiness. He tied off the condom and tossed it into the garbage can. A few seconds later he came back into Kurt’s line of vision and cleaned the come off of Kurt’s torso and his own with a warm washcloth. Blaine lay beside his boyfriend, hugging him close and cuddling under the covers. With heavily lidded eyes, Kurt intertwined his legs with Blaine’s and tilted their foreheads together. They kissed lazily as they held each other, any care or worry that they had far away.

It was at this moment that Kurt and Blaine realized how much they truly loved one another. In the back of their minds, they had always known this, but after everything they had been through, the realization had surfaced. If Kurt hadn’t had Blaine, he knew that he wouldn’t have made it through that dreadful experience with Shane. He knew he definitely wouldn’t have had the courage to ever return back to school, to ever trust another again. If Blaine hadn’t had Kurt, he would still be living life in hell with that jackass he was unfortunate enough to call a brother, and the man he was forced to call “Dad”. Kurt had never believed in luck, or love, especially not after all the hurt he had seen in his eighteen years of life, but he definitely believed that he was lucky enough to be in love with the man of his dreams. Blaine could finally be allowed to be happy, and live out the rest of his life with the copper-haired, blue-eyed beauty he was fortunate enough to call his boyfriend.

"I love you, Blaine."

"I love you, Kurt."

The couple drifted off into a peaceful sleep, with dreams of the future and beyond filling their heads.