Santana and Brittany fall into a kind of domesticity that both shocks and warms Blaine. He'd never really pictured Santana settling down, especially with someone as free-spirited as Brittany, but he's happy for them both. But it's the kind of domesticity that apparently requires a lot of adult-type get togethers. Like couples game night.

If he's being brutally honest, Blaine kind of hates couples game night. He can't stand the judgemental look he gets from Kurt when he shows up with a different man than the time before, he doesn't like making small talk with Rachel's husband, and he sure as hell does not like seeing the other men that Kurt brings. He'd never admit it out loud, of course, but it makes something sour and ultimately confusing clench in his stomach.

So he's kind of dreading it when he takes Macon, someone he'd met while waiting in line at Starbucks a couple weeks prior, to Brittany and Santana's for game night. The look he gets from Kurt is even sharper than usual; Macon's quite visibly younger than Blaine. Not that it bothers Blaine, of course, but Kurt's eyes are stone cold beneath his gracefully arched brows. He shouldn't be one to talk, really, seeing as his date looks like he might as well be his father. The man introduces himself as Peter, and Kurt preens a little while Blaine shakes his hand.

After some uncomfortable conversing with Rachel's husband, they fall into a game of pictionary, which turns out to be infinitely more interesting. Santana is hell-bent on drawing everything in some sort of sexual context, no matter how innocent, and Brittany's pictures are so completely abstract that nobody can guess what she's trying to get at. And Kurt is terrible.

He's drawing some sort of roundish looking thing while Rachel screeches guesses at him, pumping a fist in the air when she correctly lands on 'baby'. Beside him, Santana is still guessing random animals.

"He already said it's a baby, dumbass," Blaine hisses at her.

"It doesn't look like a baby!" she protests.

Kurt goes on to draw what resembles a pair of lips. "Kiss the baby?" Rachel's guessing, visibly distressed. As he's found out from the last few game nights, she's fiercely competitive. Kurt shakes his head and starts drawing arrows coming out of the mouth.

"Exorcist baby!" Blaine guesses, winking when he gets a well-aimed glare from Kurt.

"Baby spit up?"

Kurt keeps shaking his head vehemently, drawing more and more arrows and being completely unhelpful.

"Baby fish mouth! Baby fish mouth!" Santana yells, pointing wildly. Blaine can't even bring himself to come up with a clever retort for that one, so he settles on shooting her a withering stare.

"That's time!" Peter calls.

Kurt throws up his hands in agitation. "Baby talk."

Santana balks. "Baby talk? That's not even a saying!"

Blaine fixes her with a stare. "Right, but baby fish mouth is sweeping the nation."

Peter calls out the final score, but Blaine doesn't care enough to listen. He stands up as Brittany starts taking requests for coffee and tea and puts one in. He smiles as Macon approaches him and gives him a quick kiss. "Good game, babe."

Blaine nods good naturedly and tries not to watch out of the corner of his eye as Kurt and Peter talk by Kurt's attempt at drawing. Kurt gives him one of those sweet smiles and Peter kisses him, and Blaine forces down the sour feeling in his gut.

He walks over to Santana as Macon gets caught up in a conversation with Rachel. "Hey, weren't you going to show me the new script?"

"Oh yeah, it's in the den." She leads Blaine from the room by his sleeve.

"So...what do you think of Peter?" He asks as casually as possible when they're out of earshot.

Santana stares at him for a moment with an unfathomable expression before shrugging nonchalantly. "He's nice. He took us all to that Mets game last week."

"You all went to a Mets game?"

She waves her hand dismissively. "It was a last-minute thing."

"Kurt doesn't even like sports. I don't think he even knows what a Met is."

Santana nods and raises her eyebrows, still searching around for the script. She finds it after a minute of silence and hands it to Blaine. "Well, Macon is great."

Blaine nods and suppresses a shrug. "Yeah, he is."

Brittany is busy filling coffee cups while Kurt dishes out the dessert that Blaine and Macon had brought. Macon. What the hell kind of name is that? "Brit, how long has Blaine been seeing Macon?"

"I don't know; a couple weeks, maybe?" She passes Kurt a knife to cut into the cheesecake.

"He's so...young." He tries to make it sound casual, but by the look Brittany gives him, he's sure he fails.

She sighs. "That may be so, but look at what he's done," she says, gesturing to the cheesecake.

"So what? He makes desserts."

"Kurt, he makes five-hundred cheesecakes a week."

Kurt flips the lid of the cake box back over. "Macon is the Sweet Sensations guy?" he asks incredulously. Brittany nods. Kurt stares down at the cheesecake like it's personally offended him. "Blaine doesn't even like sweets."

A few weeks later, Blaine is curled up beneath his blankets and finishing a book when his phone vibrates insistently on the bedside table. Kurt's picture flashes up at him, and he answers immediately.

"Kurt?"

He hears a muffled sniffle. "Blaine...could you come over?"

Blaine's heart starts hammering. "Is everything okay?" he asks, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible.

"He's getting married."

It takes Blaine a minute to process. "Who?"

"Adam."

And suddenly, Blaine understands. "I'll be right there."

Kurt answers the door in his bathrobe, which must be a first for him. His eyes are red rimmed and he's fisting a questionably fresh tissue as he sniffs loudly. "Come in," he says, words garbled through the thickness in his throat.

Blaine follows him inside with worry in his eyes. "Kurt, what happened?"

A fresh tear slips down Kurt's face and he swats at it harshly and wipes violently at his nose. "I need another Kleenex." He starts off toward his bedroom with no further explanation, and Blaine has no choice but to follow him.

Kurt is talking before Blaine is even within proper hearing distance. "I got this call from some unknown number and I picked it up thinking it would just be another damn telemarketer, but no, it's Adam, calling to ask me how I'm doing." He sniffs again, pacing the room with a fresh Kleenex between his fingers. "So we talk for a while, you know, how we are, how his job's going. He was working on this national tour for a while but now he's back and he's working on the Newsies revival." Kurt's voice chokes with tears again. "And then he said he had some news." Blaine stares up at his best friend, unsure of what he's supposed to do. "He's a dancer in the show. His name is Will." Kurt spits the name and wipes his nose again. "He just met him! He was supposed to be his transition person, he's not supposed to be the one!" Kurt collapses on the bed with his arms thrown over his face.

Blaine sits down and stretches out next to him, pulling at his arms until Kurt is facing him and his face is uncovered. Kurt looks away from him as more tears build in his eyes. "All this time I thought he didn't want to get married, but it turns out that he just didn't want to marry me."

Blaine takes one of Kurt's hands in his own and brushes hair out of his eyes with the other. "You'll find someone," he says softly.

"No, I drove him away!" Kurt wails, trying to wrestle his hand free of Blaine's. Blaine just holds tighter.

"I'm sure you didn't." Blaine soothes, stroking at his hair.

Kurt blinks at him. "I'm difficult," he protests.

"You're challenging," Blaine counters.

"I'm too uptight."

"You're organized."

Kurt just stares at him. "He didn't love me." He sits up and runs a hand through his hair.

Blaine scoots forward so their knees are touching and rests a hand on Kurt's back. "If you could take him back right now, would you?"

Kurt glares at him incredulously. "No!" He blinks rapidly as he starts to cry again. "But why didn't he want to marry me?" He chokes out a sob. "And I'm going to be forty!"

Blaine raises an eyebrow. "When?"

"Someday!" Kurt sobs, throwing out his hands as if to encompass all of time.

Blaine rolls his eyes. "In eight years."

"But it's just sitting there, like this dead end!" He looks at Blaine with wide, sad eyes. "I don't think I'm ever going to find the right person," he whimpers.

"Come here," Blaine murmurs, pulling until Kurt is slumped against his shoulder with his arms flung loosely around Blaine's waist. He shakes with sobs as Blaine rubs his back rhythmically, murmuring softly into his hair. After a few minutes, Kurt's sobs die down and Blaine pulls away. He pushes the hair out of Kurt's eyes and smiles, pecking him lightly on the mouth. "I'll make you some tea." He makes to get up, but Kurt pulls him back.

"Blaine, could you just..." Kurt sniffs indelicately and tightens his hold on the shoulders of Blaine's sweater. "Could you just hold me for a little longer?"

His eyes are shiny and a deeper blue from the tears, red rimmed with wet lashes, and Blaine really can't say no. He smiles softly and pulls Kurt back against his chest, resting his chin on top of his soft hair. "Sure," he soothes, running his fingers in circles against the soft fabric of Kurt's bathrobe.

Kurt's nose is pressed in against Blaine's neck, his fingers balled in the back of his sweater. He sniffs a few more times, but Blaine can't feel the tears against his skin anymore. Then Kurt is breathing deeply, and Blaine can feel his lips quirking up in a small smile against his skin. This time when Kurt pulls back, Blaine leaves his hands on his waist and leans in for another quick kiss. And it's supposed to end there, and Blaine is supposed to get up and make some tea and then come back for a few more cuddles and leave when Kurt is warm and sleepy and Blaine's sure that he'll be okay until morning. That's what's supposed to happen. It doesn't.

Instead, when their lips part from the peck, neither of them back away. Kurt's eyes blink open briefly, and Blaine sees something flicker there before they're closing again, and then Kurt is coming closer and his lips are parted and even though the rational part of Blaine's mind is slamming on the brakes and screaming for him to stop, he doesn't. He dives headfirst into Kurt, closing the few millimeters left between them and crushing their lips together.

Kurt makes a small noise of surprise in the back of his throat as Blaine leans into him, wrapping his arms even tighter around Kurt's slim waist and pulling them flush. Kurt's hands thread in the curls at the base of his neck, and Blaine can't help the soft moan that escapes in response. His breath is hitching, his heart is racing, and all he wants is more. More of Kurt, more of the feel of his skin and the noises he's making. He recognizes almost immediately that this isn't the same as it had been with any of the guys he'd been with since Eli. With them, it had been about getting off and getting out, but now, he wants to take his time. He wants Kurt.

Kurt, who is tugging more insistently at his hair and whose tongue is slipping sensually along his. Blaine pushes and pulls until they're laying back on the bed and he's settled between Kurt's thighs and there's not an inch between them anymore. Kurt's hands move from his hair to the hem of his sweater and yanks at it until Blaine gets the idea and sits up enough to pull it and his undershirt off in one fluid motion. Then Kurt's hands are scratching along his bare skin and he gasps into his mouth and fumbles to untie Kurt's robe.

The only thing Kurt has on underneath are a pair of dark grey boxer briefs, and Blaine tries not to stare too directly at the growing bulge between his legs before it hits him that they're doing this and it's okay for him to look. Welcomed, even. Still, he glances at Kurt, whose eyes have gone a dark, stormy blue, before he slides a hand between them and cups Kurt through his underwear. Kurt's eyes slip closed and his breath punches out of him, and then he's pressing his hands into Blaine's sides and flipping them over with surprising strength. He shrugs the robe off of his shoulders and tosses it across the room. He sits up a little to make quick work of Blaine's belt buckle, smirking as he does so. Blaine is verging on painfully hard, and he knows how obvious it is against the thin denim. Kurt unbuttons and pulls off the jeans quickly and tosses them in the general direction of his bathrobe.

He arches back down into Blaine, and Blaine moans when their bodies are finally flush. He boldly grabs Kurt's hips and yanks them down into his own. A guttural groan rips from Kurt's throat as Blaine slides a hand down the back of his briefs and urges Kurt even closer, sparks flashing behind his eyelids when Kurt's hips roll own to meet his.

"Fuck, Blaine," Kurt moans, his hands sliding back into Blaine's hair and tipping his head back so he can nip at the skin of his jaw and throat. "How...?"

"Anything," Blaine breathes, wrapping both arms tightly around Kurt's waist to keep him from putting any space between them. "God, just...you. I need you."

Kurt pulls away from where he'd been mouthing at Blaine's pulse point, dark eyes meeting Blaine's. "Tell me." He tightens his hold on Blaine's hips. "Tell me what you want."

Blaine shuts his eyes tight and threads his fingers through Kurt's hair to ground himself. He can feel Kurt's breath soft against his lips and every inch of his body aligned with his and it's almost too much. He thinks about the other men and what he'd done with them and to them and knows that he doesn't want this to be like any of that. He wants to be as close to Kurt as possible. He wants to make him feel as good as he possibly can.

"Fuck me," he whispers as his eyes blink back open. Kurt is so close that their noses are nearly brushing, and his eyes go even darker at the request. "Please, Kurt."

Kurt kisses him once, hard, "Jesus, okay." He's breathing heavily but he kisses Blaine again with no finesse at all, just teeth and tongue and need meeting need. He fumbles to pull open the nightstand drawer and keep kissing Blaine at the same time, but he has to pull back to retrieve the condoms and lube.

He ends up with a whole strip, too eager to get back to the kissing and the touching to care about tearing one off. Blaine quirks an eyebrow up at him. "Somebody's optimistic," he teases, making them both laugh against each other. It slows them down and everything feels that much more real. This is them. This time when they kiss, it's slow and promising.

Kurt pulls back with a sly smile and kisses his way down to Blaine's chest, tonguing at his nipples and making Blaine arch off the bed. He keeps moving south, nuzzling at the softness of Blaine's belly and running his tongue along the sharp protrusions of his hipbones. Blaine keens as Kurt's tongue moves closer to the waistband of his briefs, hands twisting in the sheets on either side of him.

Kurt glances up at him as he mouths at Blaine's cock through his briefs, his lower lip brushing over the head. Blaine groans loudly, his hands letting go of the sheets to wind back into the strands of Kurt's hair. His head is thrown back on the pillow, but he makes himself look down as Kurt slowly peels back his underwear before he pulls them off completely and tosses them aside. Kurt glances up at him again, almost dangerously. Blaine can feel his breath on him, and his toes curl at the warmth and proximity of Kurt's mouth. He bites his lip as Kurt meets his eyes, and then Kurt is smirking again and dropping his mouth open and taking the head of Blaine's cock between his soft lips.

Blaine's pretty sure his brain short circuits at the warm, wet heat that is suddenly surrounding him. Kurt's hand wraps around what he can't reach with his mouth, and it's too dry but it's somehow perfect. And it's too much. He tugs at Kurt's hair until he pulls off, glancing up at Blaine with concern. "Too close," Blaine gasps.

Kurt's face softens knowingly, and he slides back up Blaine's body to kiss him warmly. His tongue traces along Blaine's lips and dips into his mouth, taking his time to explore. Blaine whines impatiently and grabs Kurt's hips, tugging at the waistband of his briefs to get his attention. Kurt pulls back and chuckles. He helps Blaine to pull the briefs over his ass and then kicks them off before rolling his hips back down. Blaine's hips roll up to meet his, and they both moan at the friction.

Kurt meets Blaine's eyes and raises an eyebrow in question. Blaine nods emphatically and all but shoves the bottle of lube at Kurt, who smirks again and flips the cap open, liberally coating his long fingers. Blaine's mouth goes dry as he watches. He's always had a thing for Kurt's hands, so slender and pale and graceful.

"Like this?" Kurt asks, indicating their position, and Blaine nods.

"I want to see you," he says, and Kurt smiles fondly.

He reaches down between them and brushes a slick finger teasingly over Blaine's entrance. Blaine gasps at the sensation, shutting his eyes tightly as Kurt slips his finger inside to the first knuckle, moving it shallowly as the muscle opens around him. "Relax," he murmurs, slipping in further and stretching gently.

Blaine swallows and wills himself to allow the intrusion. "S-slow," he stutters, and Kurt pets at his side with his free hand, soothing him with soft murmurs. "It's been a while."

Kurt nods and leans down to kiss him slowly, still thrusting his finger shallowly. Blaine feels himself unwind under Kurt's lips and mumbles for another against them. Kurt doesn't hesitate to slip another finger in alongside the first, still moving slowly as Blaine's body adjusts. He moves them more deliberately this time, and Blaine gasps and groans at the same time as Kurt's fingers crook and find the bundle of nerves buried deep inside him. His breath becomes shallow as Kurt continues to stroke at that spot, his hands squeezing so tightly to the back of Kurt's neck and shoulders that he's leaving marks. "Kurt," he manages, twisting a hand into the strands of hair at the base of his neck.

Kurt kisses him again wetly and adds a third finger. Blaine welcomes the gentle burn that comes with the added stretch, kissing Kurt back and beginning to rock down to meet each thrust of Kurt's fingers. He pulls back, Kurt's lower lip caught between his teeth. "Ready," he whispers.

Kurt groans. "You sure?" Blaine nods, wrapping his hands around Kurt's jaw and kissing him hard.

Kurt pulls back enough to tear a packet from the strip and rips it open with his teeth. His hands shake with anticipation as he slides it on himself, moaning as he slicks himself up. Blaine watches with darkened eyes, hands tight on Kurt's shoulders. Blaine's legs wrap around Kurt's waist to encourage him and Kurt drops his forehead against Blaine's as he lines up and pushes in.

They both gasp as Kurt slides in slowly until he's completely seated inside Blaine. Blaine breathes out sharply at the fullness, heart hammering as his body adjusts. He wraps his arms around Kurt's neck and hauls him down for a kiss, immediately thrusting his tongue into his mouth. "Move," he gasps as they part for air.

"Fuck," Kurt swears, and Blaine never thought that could be as hot as it is, but the word dripping so sharply from Kurt's mouth adds to the growing twist of heat in his gut.

Kurt thrusts shallowly at first, allowing Blaine to open up to him, but at the encouragement of Blaine's heels digging sharply into his ass, his thrusts grow longer and harder. Blaine's eyes roll back in his head at every well-aimed thrust that hits his prostate. His hands are fisted once again in the sheets on either side of his head, but Kurt lets go of his hips to thread their fingers together and push Blaine's hands up towards the headboard. He leans up just as Kurt is leaning down, and the kiss is all tongue as Blaine's hips start to roll up to meet Kurt thrust for thrust.

Blaine can feel the heat of the room clinging to his skin, the sweat making their bodies slide slickly together. Kurt drops his head to suck at Blaine's collarbone, making breathy moans in the back of his throat as his thrusts become faster and more erratic. Blaine knows he must be close; he can feel the heat building intensity in his own stomach. "Kurt." Kurt looks at him, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure. "Touch me, please."

Kurt lets go of one of his hands and instead wraps it around Blaine's cock, picking up a quick rhythm to match the rolling of their hips. Blaine moans loudly. "Fuck, Kurt, you feel..." he trails off into a groan at a particularly hard thrust and a twist of Kurt's hand. "Jesus Christ, like that," he sighs. Kurt's movements intensify at his words, and it isn't long before the heat is threatening to burst. "C-close," he warns, but Kurt moves faster still, squeezing and twisting his hand every time it slides up to the head. Blaine uses his free hand to pull him into a deep kiss that lasts only a second before the he snaps and he's coming with a sharp cry of Kurt's name, spilling between them as Kurt strokes him through it.

Blaine floats down from his orgasm slowly, his body tingling sharply with oversensitivity as Kurt continues to thrust frantically into him. He tightens around him and squeezes Kurt's hand, threading the fingers of the other back into Kurt's hair. "Come on, baby," he murmurs, taking Kurt's earlobe between his teeth and tugging gently.

Kurt gasps, then thrusts once, twice, then shudders as he comes silently, eyes sliding closed and mouth dropping open. Blaine pets through his hair and tries not to think about how utterly beautiful Kurt is like this.

Kurt's warm body settles against Blaine, spent and satisfied. He gives Blaine's hand another quick squeeze and then rolls off and pulls out, and Blaine bites back a whimper at the sudden emptiness. Kurt grabs the box of tissues from earlier off of the floor and disposes of the condom. He hands a few tissues to Blaine, who cleans himself off gratefully.

A comfortable silence settles over them in the afterglow, and Blaine settles back against the pillows, opening an arm for Kurt to slide in. Kurt nestles into his side and rests his head heavily on Blaine's chest, and Blaine wraps his other arm around Kurt's shoulder and grins at the ceiling when he feels Kurt's smile against his skin.

"Blaine?"

"Hm?"

He feels Kurt's smile widen, his eyelashes fluttering. He sighs sleepily and nuzzles closer. "Thanks for coming over."

Blaine bites back a laugh and tightens his hold on Kurt. "Always," he murmurs. Kurt sighs happily again, and they drift off, pleasantly warm and tangled together.