Saturday

Kurt stretched and rolled over under the comforter. An image of last night danced beneath his eyelids as his mind slowly came back to consciousness. A slow contented smile stretched across his face as his hand fanned out, searching for the warmth of Blaine's body. Except, it wasn't there. What? He could have sworn he was the little spoon. Was last night just a really vivid dream then? He stretched out the kinks in his body. His breath hitched and he let out a low hiss as a twinge of pain shot from his ass up his spine.

Well.

Last night was most definitely NOT a dream. And if it was definitely not a dream, then where was Blaine? Before he could freak out further the door to the room was pushed inward giving Kurt and unobstructed view of Blaine back. A wide expanse of muscle and sinew, bunching and moving. He spotted a few scratches and blushed. He didn't remember doing that. But all that was running through his mind now was to trace his tongue over every single muscle, every single scrape he could see. His eyes trailed down to Blaine's tapered waist, over his hips and stopped right on Blaine's boxer clad ass. Blaine's perfect, perfect boxer clad ass. Why was he wearing boxers? Yeah, those should come off. God he wanted that ass! The things he could do to that ass! He could...

"Morning Sweetie." Blaine's words snapped him out of his daydream, so did the smells coming from the tray he was carrying.

"Morning Love." He said with a grin. His head was really becoming a sexual deviant, and his body was only too willing to follow. His stomach grumbled through his haze of lust though. He almost let out a chuckle at himself. Back to the lovely smell at hand. "You made breakfast?"

"You say that like you want to add ‘and the kitchen didn't burn down?' to the end of that question."

"Well..."

"Uh ah, don't knock it til you try it."

"Well I'm sure it will be good. It sure smells good."

Kurt sat up in bed as gingerly as he could as Blaine brought the tray to lie in front of him. Blaine crossed his legs beneath him, on top of the bed, opposite Kurt in front of the tray.

"Are you ok?" The careful way that Kurt moved did not escape Blaine.

"Nothing I didn't expect..." Blaine gave a sheepish grin at this. "And... nothing I can't handle." Blaine's eyes darkened at these words. He leaned over the tray and claimed Kurt's mouth. Kurt pulled back after a second.

"Wait B! Morning breath!" He squealed covering his mouth.

"Do you seriously think I care about that?"

"Well I do, so no kissing til after mister."

Blaine mock grumbled, his arms crossing his chest, which caused Kurt to giggle uncontrollably. He loved this. Waking up to Blaine and breakfast feels like something he could get used to mighty fast.

"Share it with me?" Kurt asked pointing to the tray.

"Are you genuinely being cute? Or are you just worried that I'm trying to fatten you up?"

Kurt has a serious case of the giggles this morning.

"Oh shut it you and have a piece of pancake!" Kurt replied. He then dropped his voice a little bit. "The sooner we are finished with this, the sooner we can get in the shower, and the sooner I can show you the progress I made with my Popsicle experiment." Kurt looked up at Blaine from underneath his eyelashes and watched Blaine's eyes widen comically as recognition flashed across them.

Kurt has wanted to give Blaine a blowjob for the longest while. They've talked about it over and over. And though Blaine has tried it on Kurt to raving reviews, Kurt was still afraid that he'd choke. I mean taking on Blaine was no small feat, pun sooo intended. Not to mention the concept of swallowing terrified him to no end. Blaine had been cool about it, saying they were in no hurry whatsoever. But Kurt had felt that this aspect of their relationship was a little one sided. He wanted to reciprocate, to return the favor, and well practice makes perfect, right? But he didn't want to practice on Blaine and then have something incredibly un-sexy happen like, you know, him throwing up. So he decided Popsicles were the way to go.

Unfortunately, his father chose the very moment he had a grape flavored Popsicle down his throat to enter the kitchen. And then Blaine chose the exact moment that he was trying to convince his dad that this was just an experiment he had to do in school, ‘for science' to enter the house. So his cover was blown (haha see what I did there), Blaine knew exactly what he was doing and his father was trying to convince himself that this really was for science and not for what common sense tells him it was for. Needless to say, embarrassment all around.

Now though, he doesn't feel that one bit. He just shared the most intimate of sexual acts with the perfect being in front of him. Why wouldn't he want to share this? Whether he fucks up or not, it's just an excuse to try again. And again. And aga- you get the idea.

Blaine looked at Kurt and gulped.

"For science?" His words were a bit strangled.

"For science." Kurt replied. And he dipped a piece of cantaloupe in cream, made his mouth into an exaggerated circle, and sucked the cream off the fruit before eating the fruit itself.

Blaine's breathing hitched. If that wasn't the sexiest thing he'd ever seen, he didn't know what was. He growled at the sight and cursed himself for making so much food for breakfast. He need not worry though. Turns out they were both very hungry. And that coupled with the fact that they were both anxious to get in the shower (Blaine had been half hard since Kurt's fruit stunt), breakfast was gone in a matter of two minutes tops. The minute the last morsel was eaten, Blaine devoured Kurt's mouth. Tasting the sweet of the cream and the fruit, touching the soft expanse of Kurt's skin. He never wanted to stop doing this. The tray was forgotten as they stood simultaneously.

Kurt groaned against his mouth and whined. "Why aren't you naked Blaine, come on."

Blaine tried to shuffle out of his boxers without breaking the kiss to very little avail. So Kurt took matters into his own hands and tore Blaine's boxers down and off. Blaine shuffled Kurt toward the adjoining bathroom. A little impatient and fully hard and honestly in disbelief that this was happening. He didn't think Kurt would want to do this, at least not this weekend, and he had been prepared to wait, he'd wait forever for Kurt.

But now Kurt was pushing him into the shower, blindly turning on the warm water and pinning his arms at his sides as he slowly sank down. Oh God. "Oh God..." He repeated aloud. His hands are pinned and his body is trapped on the wall of the shower. But he doesn't mind, because Kurt is on his knees in front of him. SHIT. And he's still somehow controlling every movement going on. Incredible. Kurt is absolutely incred- "SHIT." He hissed out loud. He was so painfully hard that the little lick Kurt just gave his head was a shock to his system.

Kurt, spurred on by Blaine's reaction, continued to lick the head and slit of Blaine's dick.  He grasped Blaine's thighs and circled his tongue around, once, twice, before opening his throat and sinking all. The. Way. Down Blaine's shaft. Blaine let out a broken strangled moan.

Well, practice does make perfect.

His gag reflex was tempered by the heavy surprisingly pleasant weight of Blaine, the smell of Blaine, the taste of Blaine. Everything he could sense was Blaine, and he loved it. Why was he afraid of this again? Kurt sighed in contentment as he moved back up Blaine's shaft.

"FUCK! Oh g- Do that again Kurt!"

Wah? What did he do? Without realizing it Kurt made the questioning noise around Blaine's dick in his mouth.

"SHIT!"

Just what the fuck was going on? He wasn't even doing anything? He looked at Blaine quizzically before catching on. Oh. OH!  Kurt experimentally hummed around Blaine's girth. Blaine moaned out Kurt's name and clung to the walls trying to find purchase.

Well. Couldn't learn that from sucking a Popsicle!

Kurt tightened the stretch of his mouth and sunk back down and up, down and up, setting up a rhythm, listening to Blaine lose his shit under his care and preening with a new found confidence. He took one of his hands from Blaine's hip and started rolling Blaine's balls between his fingers. Blaine's whined at the contact. It was so much so fast. Kurt pulled his mouth off Blaine's shaft and licked down it to gather one of the heavy sacks into his mouth. He looked right at Blaine and began laving all his attention there. Blaine growled, actually growled in response. In return Kurt makes an appreciative noise around the sack.

"Fuuuuucccccck!" Blaine grunted out. Kurt smiled around the sack. Well shit. He might not even need to touch himself to get off. Blaine's moans were delicious. He should really stop being anxious about anything having to do with Blaine. He should've known better. Blaine loves him. He could be really bad at this, and Blaine would still love him.

Kurt licked back up the sack and up the shaft. He circled the tip and sunk back down unto Blaine. Taking everything he could. Sucking for all he was worth. And it made him ridiculously happy. Him. Kurt Hummel. Never really thought of himself as a sexual creature, was making his boyfriend fall to pieces. Because of his mouth.

"Kurtkurtkurtkurtkurt..."

Blaine was chanting his name now, and fuck if he didn't love hearing it. He quickened his pace and tightened the shape of his mouth as much as he could. At the same time he took himself in hand, matching the pace to that of his mouth.

"Kur- Babe, I'm cl-close."

Blaine stammered over the words, and hoped Kurt could get what he was saying from the gibberish that came out. Incoherent. His brain was mush. And it was all because of the wet, tight cavern of Kurt's mouth and shit! His Balls were tightening and his stomach muscles were contracting so hard and in no time at all he will snap and Kurt seemed like he wasn't gonna pull off! And Fuck! Kurt's not ready to swallow! Though that would be the fucking hottest thing he'd ever-

"Oh Fuck!" Blaine grabbed Kurt's hair to actively pull him off. But Kurt just made a pleased grunt around his dick and stayed exactly where he was. Blaine looked down to see Kurt coming all over his own hand. And that did it. Blaine went tumbling over the edge and he was coming hard as fuck and it all went down Kurt's throat and the fucking sensation his throat was causing as it closed around his dick and-

"Kurt." The name comes out with awe and wonder and disbelief behind it. Kurt let go of Blaine's softening dick, wiped the corner of his mouth and smiled.

"I'm really good at science then?" He asked Blaine. But his voice was gravelly and rough and causing reactions in Blaine's body that shouldn't be happening so fast right now!

Blaine whined and fell to his knees to kiss Kurt earnestly, re-mapping the landscape he's so familiar with, tasting himself on Kurt's tongue and gawd that was sexy as fuck.

Blaine pulled away and declared, "You're amazing at science."

After the eventful shower, and yes, they eventually did shower, Kurt suggested they watch some musicals and get cozy on the couch. Blaine agreed with anything that might have Kurt in his lap singing show tunes and looking like his own slice of adorable. Kurt coaxed Blaine to go look at Aunt B's collection while he changed, even though he carried his DVD's and knew exactly what he wanted to watch. It wasn't that he didn't want Blaine to see him. Blaine had seen him at his most vulnerable already. It was just that... Kurt over packed. Ridiculously over packed. There were going home tomorrow, but Kurt packed for a week. Maybe two. He can't show the man he can definitely see himself marrying that he had a compulsive disorder when it came to planning. He wasn't crazy, he just... Likes to plan incase shit happens. And that's ok right? Crap. Though something told him that if Blaine hadn't seen this display before, he might just be blind. Nevertheless, just to make sure, he better put all these back, now!

"Did you chase me out because you didn't want me to see the mountainous pile of clothes you carried?" Blaine chuckled from the doorway.

Crap. Busted.

"I... umm, I just..."

"Come on sweetie. I know you. And it's fine. You've been taking care of people all your life; your instinct is to plan. Even if you plan a couple of days like you plan a week." Blaine smiled. He moved into the room and wrapped his arm around Kurt.

 "Seriously, it's all apart of what makes you Kurt," He kissed Kurt's nose and Kurt giggled. "And I love Kurt."

Kurt closed his eyes and breathed Blaine in. "Kurt loves you too... So what DVD you pick?"

"What DVD's did you carry?" Blaine laughs.

"This is getting ridiculous, you know me too well!" Kurt mocked whined.

"That's a good thing though?" Blaine questioned.

"The best."

After a round of musicals (both Wicked and How to Succeed) and banning Kurt from the kitchen, Blaine made a less than adequate lunch of PB and J sandwiches. Turns out that pancakes were his filet mignon. At dinnertime though, Kurt kissed and sucked and coaxed Blaine into letting him cook.

"Please?"

"No Kurt I want you to relax, that's what we're here for you know, just enjoying each other. I should just get us take out, what about Chinese?"

"Blaine your aunt has a stunning kitchen, let me just use it, plus there are a lot of supplies here."

And it was true. Aunt Bells stocked up. Everything he could think of making, the ingredients were there.

"Sweetie I need you to take a break." Blaine scooted closer to Kurt on the sofa.

"I fear you've been taking care of people your whole life and you don't know how to just "be", you know."

 Kurt shifted off the sofa and pushed between Blaine's legs. "I understand. But it's you." He kissed the side of Blaine's mouth; Blaine closed his eyes.

"Am I not allowed to care for you, to care for what's mine?" He kissed Blaine's eyelids, Blaine shivered.

"Let me do this." He whispered into Blaine's ear, "Let me do this for you, for us." He ran his tongue over the shell of Blaine's ear, Blaine groaned. "Is that a yes?"

"Okay..." Blaine whispers. At least if he and Blaine should ever get married, which he fully intends on happening, he'd know exactly how to get what he wants from his husband. Kurt squealed and kissed Blaine square on the mouth and jumped to explore the elaborate kitchen. Blaine couldn't help but smile. Seeing Kurt happy is probably his favorite thing in the world. He'd do anything to keep Kurt happy. Blaine left Kurt to his musings and went towards his music equipment in his room. He suddenly had a song he couldn't get out of his head.

Kurt was in heaven. This kitchen was phenomenal! Exquisite knife sets and state of the Teflon stove tops. Awesomeness. He got out some carrots and started cutting some for a salad. He wants a kitchen like this someday. Someday. With his husband. And their cute little curly haired daughter and their handsome chestnut haired son. Woah. He just thought that. And the more he thought about it, the more it felt right. He wanted this, and he wanted Blaine. He wanted it forever.

His phone gave a short vibration on the counter. Who would be sending him a message? The girls know what he's up to this weekend, they wouldn't disturb. They prefer to wait til Monday morning to grill him on everything that went down. He unlocked his phone to see a message from Merry. Of course.

Merry: You better be getting some!

Pipin: Jeez Merry! Shouldn't you be out with Davy?

Merry: I am. Doesn't mean I can't text you. So... Are you getting some?

Pipin: I don't think that's info I should be disclosing!

Merry: OMC YOU SO ARE! YES!!!

Pipin: Okay, enough, I'll talk to you later.

Merry: Definitely. I want every detail Pipin!

Pipin: Okay fine. Later.

Merry: Wait, that was too easy. Swear on your double chocolate soufflé recipe that you'll tell me everything.

Kurt snorted.

Pipin: Fine, I swear on my double chocolate soufflé recipe. I gotta go now, Merry, later.

Merry: Okay later! ;-)

Kurt chuckled, put his phone down and continued chopping. Reveling the silence for a bit. The quiet gave way to soft guitar strumming that drifted down from Blaine's room. A familiar melody. One of his beloved songs. But somehow, he never thought he'd hear it with so much raw emotion behind it. Blaine was barring his soul.

 Look at the stars,

 Look how they shine for you,

 And everything you do,

 Yeah, they were all yellow.

 I came along,

 I wrote a song for you,

 And all the things you do,

 And it was called "Yellow".

 So then I took my turn,

 Oh what a thing to have done,

 And it was all "Yellow."

Kurt put his knife down for a moment to just listen.

 Your skin,

 Oh yeah your skin and bones,

 Turn into something beautiful,

 You know, you know I love you so,

 You know I love you so.

Kurt quickly covered the vegetable and put it back in the draw to keep it fresh. The emotion pouring out of Blaine was drawing him to the room. Attracting him like a magnet. He made his way upstairs.

 I swam across,

 I jumped across for you,

 Oh what a thing to do.

 Cause you were all "Yellow",

 I drew a line,

 I drew a line for you,

 Oh what a thing to do,

 And it was all "Yellow."

By this time, Kurt had made it to the door to see that Blaine was sound recording this rendition. That's good because he really wanted a copy of this. But... What if it wasn't for him? What if Blaine was just doing a song, because well, he likes it, and knew he'd be awesome singing it. What if it's for someone els- Blaine looked up from the guitar and his eyes found Kurt and he sang the next words directly into Kurt's soul. Kurt's thought process was completely destroyed.

 Your skin,

 Oh yeah your skin and bones,

 Turn into something beautiful,

 And you know,

 For you I'd bleed myself dry,

 For you I'd bleed myself dry.

Kurt's doubts were blown out of the water. When is he ever gonna completely learn to stop doubting Blaine? Right now. Right fucking now. He won't go another minute doubting Blaine's love. Blaine continued to stare at Kurt intensely. Like he was trying to fuse the words to Kurt's skin.

 It's true,

 Look how they shine for you,

 Look how they shine for you,

 Look how they shine for,

 Look how they shine for you,

 Look how they shine for you,

 Look how they shine.

Kurt made his way as quietly as he could over to where Blaine sat.

 Look at the stars,

 Look how they shine for you,

 And all the things that you do.

Blaine finished strumming and then stopped his equipment 3 seconds after the last note faded. He then looked back up at Kurt, and smiled. There were tears in Kurt eyes and he doesn't even know when they appeared and he's smiling and he's just- overwhelmed.

"Is that, by any chance, about me?" He said softly.

Blaine tilted his head. "Well," Kurt's smile slid a tad bit.

"I can't imagine anyone else I'd rather sing those words to..."

Kurt rushed toward Blaine. Blaine hardly had time to put the guitar down before he was crowded with Kurt. Kurt kissed him hard and started licking his way into his mouth. Blaine opened up to him in a groan.

"I need you." Kurt whispers against his lips. " I need to be inside you..." Then he captured Blaine's lips once more, like he planned to never let them go.

Wait... Is Kurt asking for what he thought he was asking for? Blaine's heartbeat sped up and his breathing was starting well on its way to being screwed. Kurt wants to be inside him. He couldn't get his pants down fast enough. Fucking cock blocking pants! Kurt broke away from him a bit so they could shuck all offending material between them.

"How do you want me?" Blaine breathed out. Kurt eyes darkened.

"On your back, on the bed."

Blaine scrambled to obey as Kurt got the lube and a condom out of the drawer. He knew the basic mechanics of this. They'd done this last night. It had been amazing. He just wants Blaine to feel just as exquisite, just as cherished, just as loved as he did last night. He looked back to the bed to find Blaine on his back, legs parted, waiting for Kurt to do whatever he wants. Kurt had never seen anything so gorgeous. He shuffled himself between Blaine's legs.

"Just... Just tell me if I hurt you, okay?"

"Okay..." Blaine whispered.

Kurt squeezed some of the lube on his fingers and rubbed them together to warm it up. He tried to remember exactly what Blaine did to him last night, to remember the sensations he felt. He wanted to make this good.

He circled Blaine's hole with one finger, lazily going around and around. He realized though that the rim was giving way more easily than he expected. That would mean that Blaine-

"Blaine." Kurt gasped out. "Did- Have you ever- dd-done this to yourself?" His breathing was wrecked and his voice was halting and he was nowhere near half through. But the thought of Blaine using his own fingers to-

"Yes." Blaine gasped out. "Yes, al- always thinking about you."

"Shit Blaine." Kurt pushed his finger in and started pumping it. Before long, Blaine could take another, and then another. And Blaine was moaning above him, his hands knotting in the sheets. Kurt was trying to find that spot in Blaine, the one that made Kurt turned to jelly the night before. Just to see Blaine's reaction. His fingers brushed over the little ball of nerves and Blaine arched right off the bed. Beautiful. Kurt tried desperately to keep himself in check and not just push himself into Blaine like he wanted to. Blaine had been gentle with him. He would be gentle with Blaine.

"Gawd Kurt just fuck me, fuck me now!"

So much for gentle.

"I'm not sure you're ready yet love." Kurt whispered.

"Please? I wanna feel you. Just, now."

"Okay, okay." Kurt conceded. Fuck. He can't wait to feel Blaine around him. He pulled the condom, slipped it on and wiped the lube off his hands over the condom.

"Just, tell me if I hurt you."

"You already said that. Are you okay sweetie? We don't, we don't have to-"

"Oh yes we do. I want to. Believe me, I want to Blaine. I just. Don't know what I'm doing and I..."

Blaine sat up a little. "Kurt. If it's one thing I know, one thing I am certain of, it's that anything we do together will be phenomenal because we love each other. That's what makes the difference... Soooo." Blaine laid back down. "Shall we continue?"

"We shall." Kurt inched his way to Blaine's entrance, carefully pushing past the first ring of muscle.

"Fuck." He grunted out. This was more amazing than anything he'd ever imagined.

"Fuckfuckfuck" He chanted. "Tight, so good." He babbled.

Blaine was in heaven. Literally. Kurt fit him so perfectly, so completely.

"Move sweetie, please." He whined.

"Just, just gimmie a moment." Kurt answered breathlessly.

"Are you having second thoughts?"

"No, you feel so... I just wanted a couple more seconds, just to feel."

"Trust me, w-when you move, it will be in-infinitely better."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Like this?" Kurt pulled out and slammed back into Blaine as hard as he could.

"FUCK!" Blaine roared.

Kurt stopped "Oh God. Did I-"

"Don't stop Kurt! Please."

So Kurt didn't, the drag so delicious on his dick, he couldn't stop even if he tried, he couldn't stop the grunts that were coming out of him. He savored the tight, wet heat and just wished it never to end. Blaine was remarkable, and all his, every inch of him. It was a heady, empowered but also humbling feeling. The trust between them was amazing. He never wanted to lose that, to lose this. His hands held Blaine's thighs with bruising force. The sounds erupting from Blaine were mind blowing. He realized pretty early that Blaine prefers this pace, and he has no problem giving that to him. He pushed into Blaine, over and over, drinking in the feeling. Shifting his angles to various reactions ("JUST LIKE THAT KURT!"). Giving Blaine all he had, as hard as he could for as long as he could.

"Kurt! Fuck! I- Love you, so much! So close." Blaine whined out, now actively fucking himself to meet Kurt's thrusts.

Kurt was delightfully overwhelmed and so fucking close. He could feel it coming from everywhere inside his body. He looked at Blaine's face, bathed in ecstasy and it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. "I love you too, B." He whimpered, his voice wrecked. He loosened a hand from Blaine's hips and circled it around Blaine's dick. Blaine was so far gone that just a few strokes had him tumbling so hard and fast, roaring Kurt's name. Watching and feeling Blaine let go snapped the floodgates inside of Kurt and he was gone in a matter of a few more strokes inside Blaine and with a massive groan.

Last night was the most loving experience he ever had, tonight was the most passionate experience he ever had. He can't wait to share more with Blaine, to share everything for the rest of his life.

He collapsed on top of Blaine, both trying to control their breathing. Blaine started trailing his hands down Kurt's back.

"That was amazing." He whispered.

"Yes, yes it was." Kurt replied. Kurt registered the sticky mess that they were at the moment. "You know, you'd think we'd have a towel ready to wipe ourselves down beside the bed. But we don't. And now someone has to get up, when I know neither of us want to." Kurt groaned.

"Just use my shirt." Blaine suggested.

"Absolutely not!" Kurt replied slightly outraged.

"Well do you want to get up?" Kurt didn't answer. "Thought so." Blaine said with a smirk.

"Okay but just this once, I feel like I'm doing an injustice to clothes everywhere." Kurt said.

Blaine chuckled and reached for his shirt.

 Sunday

Kurt is in heaven. He was on a bed, with fluffy pillows behind him. There's a light breeze playing around his face and sunlight warming his body, palm trees providing a bit of shade and the clean smell of the ocean. The ocean? But he didn't have time to question it. Blaine was suddenly between his legs, with his mouth around his dick.

Fuck!

This was glorious. Blaine should just have his mouth around his dick all the time. Blaine gave a particularly hard suck.

"Shit Blaine!" Kurt moaned.

Blaine chuckled around his cock. The vibrations drove him insane. Blaine pulled off a little.

"Kurt?"

"Less talking, more sucking."

"As you wish." Blaine chuckled again.

What is he laughing about? He should keep doing it though because the sensation was unbeliev- "Fuuuucccckkkk! Blaine!" Kurt whined as Blaine twirled his tongue along the slit. Gawd this feels sooo good. Blaine pulled off and licked his way down Kurt's cock to lave at his balls. He took one in his mouth and pulled. Kurt let loose sensual moan. "Gungh!"

"I don't think that's even a word Kurt." Blaine pulled off to point out.

"Don't. Stop. Suck. Now." Kurt was reduced to stilted words that no longer even made sentences. He was so fucking close! He just needs that push that Blaine knows just how to give.

Blaine went back to laving, taking Kurt's other sack into his mouth. He then inserted one finger into Kurt's hole. Kurt let out his loudest groan yet and arched his back off of the bed. His eyes snap open, (when did he close them?) to fall on the wildly curly head between his legs. One hand pumping around his own cock, the other with a finger in Kurt's ass. Penetrating honey amber eyes staring right into his as Blaine took his entire cock down in one swoop. Ripping his orgasm right out of him.

"HOLY FUCKING URRGH!" Kurt screamed as he came down Blaine's throat. As he came down, his surrounding began to register with his clouded brain. He was not on a bed at the beach; he was in Blaine's room at Bella's house. And his amazing boyfriend had just woken him up with a spectacular blowjob. He pulled Blaine up to lay beside him and took the chance to devour his lips and tongue. He moaned a little as he tasted himself from Blaine's mouth.

"What would it take for you to wake me like this every single time we sleep in a bed together?" Kurt questioned.

Blaine snorted. "For that, you'd probably have to marry me, Kurt Hummel."

"In a heart beat Blaine Anderson."

"I'm gonna hold you to that."

Kurt chuckled and then groaned. "If we go on like this we are going to be dead on our feet. We haven't eaten since lunchtime yesterday, yet we've both had a couple orgasms each since then. We won't be able to function at school tomorrow, I just know it."

"Well, I'll gladly sacrifice not functioning for this."

"You're bad." Kurt smiled as he made the statement. " Bad influence. We need to get home and catch up on all the homework we've elected to neglect this weekend."

"Aww man do we have to?" Blaine whined.

"Yes we have to." Kurt coaxed. There was a pause where they just laid together; trying to savor the moments they had left.

"I'm gonna miss this. Just laying in bed with you and the peace that brings me." Blaine whispered into the silence.

"Me too." Kurt replied. "So much. I felt like I was in our own little world here... Now I've got to go home to see if Merry burned the house down while Dad was at work."

Blaine snorted. "Aww come on Sky isn't that bad, right?"

Kurt gave Blaine a ‘That's what you think' look.

"I'm gonna take a shower, after that we'll pack and then I'll make us breakfast. Sounds good?"

"Sounds good." Blaine replied. Kurt gave him a chaste kiss and got up on wobbly to make his way to the bathroom. Blaine chuckled at his lack of balance. He got out of bed and started gathering things to be packed. Starting with Aunt B's gift of lube and condoms. She really was the best aunt ever, and this really was a spectacular weekend. He heard the shower come on from his place in the room. Who said the weekend had to be over just yet? He took one of the small packets of lube and headed to the bathroom.

Kurt managed to get to the bathroom on his shaky legs. Well he really couldn't blame his body for being unable to support him. He'd put it through the paces this weekend. And what a fucking amazing weekend it was. He can't believe how nervous he was before it. He was right though. Trusting Blaine to take care of him had been the key. And now he doesn't want this weekend to end. Aunt Bella was awesome to give them free reign in her home; he should really get her a gift basket or something to say thanks. He turned on the warm water, closed his eyes and allowed his body to relax into the steam.

Suddenly, calloused fingers were all over him, touching, caressing and causing him to groan out his words.

"Blaaaaiiinnne. We- we need... We need to- we have to pack to get going."

Blaine was right up against his back, and he could feel that Blaine was hard and he couldn't stop his body from melting at his boyfriend's touch. Blaine pushed him against the wall of the shower and hummed against his neck and shoulders...

"See, I hear you telling me that, but your body and mine have completely different plans than your head seem to have. And I say, why not give in? After all, our weekend isn't done yet." Blaine squeezed some lube on his fingers and traced them along Kurt crack. Kurt moaned at the feeling.

Blaine circled Kurt's hole with one finger and the hole yielded to his ministrations fast. He was suddenly very glad he had decided to do something similar during Kurt's morning blowjob. He was soon able to move up to two fingers, and to increased groans from Kurt. His breathing was ragged and so was Kurt's, it was almost already getting to be too much. He tried for three fingers and Kurt grunted a bit. But he started to relax very quickly, his body welcoming the intrusion. Sucking in Blaine's fingers greedily. Blaine could not wait to feel Kurt around him again.

He turned Kurt around to face him. " Do you trust me?"

"Wha- what?"

"Do you trust me?" Blaine repeated.

"Yes, yes, of course I do. Wha-?"

"Hold on tight."

Blaine put his arms under both Kurt's thighs and lifted him off of the ground. Kurt's hand automatically locked around Blaine's neck and his legs locked around Blaine's waist. Blaine moved forward until Kurt's back rested on the wall of the shower and lined up Kurt's body with his dick.

Kurt stared a Blaine in awe. His boyfriend was holding him up against a wall. His biceps rippling, his leg muscles flexing. And he was magnificent, powerful, and simply-

"Amazing. You're amazing."

"Say that when I'm finished." Blaine smirked and slammed himself into Kurt. Kurt let out a sensual moan. Gawd this motherfucking angle! Blaine was pumping in and out of him, hitting that goddamn spot that makes stars appear behind his eyelids, with every single stroke.

"YES! Shit, never stop Blaine!" Kurt shouted, the sound echoing off the walls in the shower.

Blaine was grunting with the effort, his legs trembling. But his stokes were even and never lacking power. He'll never complain about weight training for track again. He owes his stamina and strength to those sessions. And he just loves the fact that he is able to put this look of ecstasy on his boyfriend's face.

"You're going to come Kurt, without me touching you, without you touching yourself. You're going to come solely off,"

Thrust,

"Of"

Thrust

"My cock."

Particularly hard thrust

"Fuuuck!" Kurt cried. Blaine's wish was his command. He came intensely between them, tensing his body as his cum poured out of him relentlessly. How could there still be so much!

"Oh Gawd!" Blaine was fucking him through it, and it was intense and hot and so so good.

"Kuurrt!"  He felt as Blaine started to come inside him, the rush of hot liquid making him tense up even more at the feeling, milking Blaine for all he's worth. Blaine pushed them completely against the wall so it would hold both their weight. Kurt's legs dropped from around him but his arms stayed where they were as they tried to normalize their breathing.

Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear. "That was-"

"Intense?"

"And amazing. This whole weekend was amazing Blaine. I love you. I love you so much."

"I love you too Kurt. If you believe nothing else, believe that."

After what was arguably the best shower of his existence, and then squeezing into the tightest pair of jeans he owned, Kurt commandeered Blaine into helping him pack and clear away the stuff they'd used. Putting stuff back in their place, leaving the place nice and clean for Aunt B. It was the least they could do. The woman was every kind of awesomeness there was in the world. They worked together like a well-oiled machine, moving around each other fluently, exchanging glances and little kisses when they were near enough. Completely content with each other.

"Hey," Kurt called over to Blaine. "I'm gonna go downstairs and see what I can rustle up for brunch." He checked his watch. Yep. Definitely brunch. Their morning was spent. Very well spent indeed.

"Okay, I'll carry down the bags when I'm finished here."

"Okay." Kurt went towards Blaine and gave him a chaste kiss before walking out of the room.

As Kurt entered the kitchen he thought about the salad he was making the night before and chuckled. Eating really wasn't a priority this weekend. He's actually wondering how the hell they were still functioning. He peaked in the fridge something to make quickly and took out  the turkey. He'd make a couple of sandwiches and if Blaine wanted to take some he could. As a matter of fact, he's sure Blaine will want to take some. Sex can only replace food for so long.

As Kurt was finishing up packing the sandwiches, Blaine came down the stairs with bags.

"Hey, were all packed and ready to go."

"Yeah, I'm all set here. Got some sandwiches to go."

"Excellent." Blaine sighs. "I wish we could stay."

"Me too." Kurt agreed. "But we'll be back, at least I hope. Right?"

"Oh we'll definitely be back." Blaine smirked. " Hey, I almost forgot, and if I did, she'd have killed me. Here." Blaine handed Kurt the iPod. "Aunt B said it was for you. She said I should give it to you when our weekend was over. She wanted you updated from the older model."

Kurt looked at the device in awe. Oh he was definitely getting Aunt Bella something! This iPod is valued at over $200.

"I... don't know what to say."

"You know, she loves you too Kurt. You better get used to this." Blaine smiled. "Come on let's go. Grab the food and I'll grab the bags."

Blaine carried the bags out to the car while Kurt locked up and grabbed the food. He'd really miss just being there with Blaine, not having to worry about anything. But it was all ok. He felt like he could face and over come any worry in that moment. As long as he had Blaine by his side.