Blaine wasn't dreaming.

Kurt was tracing the contours of his face. They were lying on a blanket near the bank of the small pond where they had made their camp, and the hand that wasn't moving gently across his features was between Blaine's fingers.

They had been watching the sun rise, but now they were just watching each other.

They hadn't been able to sleep after the events of the night before, hadn't even tried. There was too much to say, so they hadn't really talked much either. What few things they had said were simple and laced with sweetness, like what Kurt said now.

"You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen."

Blaine smiled, softly kissed Kurt's thumb as it trailed across his lips.

"For a human, you mean."

"No, Blaine. For a person. You take my breath away."

Blaine leaned in and caught Kurt's lips with his own. They pulled each other closer.

They had been doing that quite a bit in the long stretches between words.

It never stopped feeling like the right thing to say.

Blaine was nearly delirious with adrenaline and sleep deprivation and whatever it was that Kurt had done to him when he healed him, and so it really was necessary to keep reminding himself that he wasn't dreaming.

Because he couldn't be.

Because even the best dreams he'd ever had didn't capture the way Kurt's lips fit together so perfectly with his, the way Kurt's tongue felt in his mouth, the way Kurt tasted, the way he made Blaine's skin buzz with every touch.

Kurt ran his hand down Blaine's back, and slipped it under his tunic. He trailed his knuckle up against Blaine's bare skin.

"Kurt," Blaine moaned against his lips. Kurt's hands were like pure silk.

Blaine could only imagine how the rest of his skin might feel.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered breathlessly, "touch me."

Blaine stiffened. One hand was on Kurt's clothed arm and the other was threaded through his hair. It felt good and it felt safe, and what Kurt was asking for felt entirely dangerous.

"I...I..." he stuttered.

"I'm not going to fall apart, Blaine. I just want to feel your hands on my skin. I want to feel nice. Doesn't this feel nice?" Kurt moved the hand under Blaine's tunic to his chest, stroking gently, fingers slipping over a nipple.

"Y-yes," Blaine managed, "but Kurt...I'm kind of scared."

"Of what?"

"Of...I...you...everything you've been through, Kurt. I don't want to hurt you."

"Blaine. Do you trust me?"

"Completely."

"Are you sure? I know I lied to you about the verbena, and..."

"Kurt." Blaine inched his head back just enough to look Kurt in the eye. "Completely."

"Then trust me when I say I want you to touch me. Trust me when I say I want you."

"I know, just...what if I get carried away and..."

"Would you get too carried away to stop if I asked you to?"

"No. Of course not."

"Then I really don't see a problem, Blaine. Unless..."

"Unless what?" Blaine asked softly.

Kurt averted his gaze.

"Unless you don't want to touch me, after...what I've been used for."

"Kurt, no." Blaine stroked Kurt's jaw gently. "I think I'm scared of how much I want to touch you. But I...I don't want you to feel like I'm just another man who wants you for...physical reasons."

Kurt looked back at Blaine with warmth.

"Blaine, the first time we ever really spoke, you told me that Dronyen was doing things to me and not with me, because I didn't want him and I never gave my consent. I had been living that way for so long that I'd almost forgotten that."

Kurt paused to kiss Blaine tenderly before continuing.

"Blaine, I've never been with another man. Don't you think that maybe...after everything I've been through...that I deserve to be?"

Blaine smiled at Kurt through a sheen of tears. "Oh, Kurt, of course you do."

"And now I'm finally here, with a man I actually want, and he's afraid to touch me because he thinks he's going to traumatize me. How is that fair?"

Blaine laughed.

"All right, I get it. Just...I need you to promise me that you'll tell me if it becomes too much, and you want me to stop. I'm not saying I don't trust you, Kurt, I just..."

"Need to hear me say it?"

"Yes."

"Blaine, I promise that I will tell you if I want you to stop. And I trust you too. And I want you to touch me very, very much."

Blaine smiled, moving his hand to Kurt's waist. He slowly began to slide his palm up Kurt's back, beneath his tunic, exhaling with sheer awe at the softness of his skin and the firmness of his body.

There was still a question in Blaine's eyes, so Kurt sat up slightly and pulled his tunic off completely, tossing it aside. He reached for Blaine's as well, and Blaine lifted his arms to help Kurt remove the garment, his eyes wide and bright.

They took a moment to simply stare; they had seen one another's bodies before, but this was entirely different. Now there was an invitation to look, to touch, to breathe each other in.

Kurt pulled Blaine against him and then on top of him as he eased himself down onto his back.

They kissed, chest to chest, skin to skin, but at an angle, so that the physical contact stopped at the waist.

Blaine kissed a trail from Kurt's jaw to the hollow at the base of his throat. He looked up at Kurt and received a nod before allowing his lips to continue on their path. He kissed one of Kurt's nipples, and then licked it, Kurt giving a small squeak of pleasure and arching his back into the wet warmth.

Blaine licked and sucked the nipple thoroughly before moving to the other one, Kurt squirming and sighing beneath him. Blaine was definitely very aroused at this point, and was grateful that Kurt couldn't feel his hardness against him.

Kurt was sliding one palm up and down Blaine's back, the other hand tangled in his dark curls.

Blaine continued kissing across Kurt's chest and stomach, pressing his lips to every inch of skin possible, trailing his tongue in small, lazy patterns.

Kurt moaned softly, and whispered his name. Whispered how lovely it felt. Whispered Please Don't Stop.

As he shifted slightly, kissing a line just above the waist of Kurt's trousers, Blaine's shoulder brushed against Kurt's groin, and he was suddenly aware that he wasn't the only one who was aroused.

Nervously, he moved his lips back to Kurt's and kissed him, moving onto his back and tugging Kurt's chest gently on top of his. However much Kurt might trust him, Blaine still wanted to offer him some control.

To Blaine's surprise, Kurt rose to his knees swung a leg over him, hovering above him on all fours.

Kurt leaned his head down and kissed him hard, their lips the only place where their bodies met.

Kurt's hair fell against Blaine's cheeks, tickling him slightly when the breeze made it dance. Blaine sighed with pleasure, raised a hand to trace the perfect point of an elfin ear.

And then he forgot his own name.

Because Kurt had eased his hips down onto Blaine's, their erections pressing together through their thin trousers. Blaine threw his head back and groaned deeply, unintentionally losing Kurt's lips in the process.

Kurt used the opportunity to press his mouth to Blaine's neck and suck gently as he began to slightly rock his pelvis.

Blaine wasn't sure when his hands had found their way to Kurt's hips, fingers venturing carefully across the perfect swell of his rounded ass, but suddenly he realized he was squeezing. His first instinct was to make himself stop, but Kurt was making soft sounds that were unmistakably induced by pleasure, so Blaine let himself relax into the moment, the contact, the undeniable fact that Kurt's body was on his.

"Blaine," Kurt groaned, his voice huskier than Blaine had ever heard it but no less musical, as he settled himself on top of Blaine completely, reaching behind himself to ease Blaine's hands completely over his ass.

"I love you," Blaine whispered, and Kurt's lips fell onto his as their bodies moved together.

They rutted against each other slowly at first, but before long Kurt's thrusts had grown hard and hungry, and he slid his hands, palms up, underneath Blaine, fingers curling up over his shoulders and holding tight.

Blaine continued to knead Kurt's ass in time with the rocking of their bodies, his own moans mingling with Kurt's as their chests slid against one another, lubricated by a thin film of sweat.

Blaine buried his face in Kurt's neck, kissing the smooth skin between ragged gasps. The sounds Kurt was making were so delectable Blaine could almost taste them with his tongue as they vibrated through his slender throat.

Feeling his climax sidle up to him, winding through his belly and groin, Blaine rolled is eyes back and let the delicious friction unravel him completely as he came with a breathless wail.

Kurt continued to thrust against him as Blaine rode out his orgasm, following soon after with a piercing cry.

Kurt collapsed on top of Blaine, and he was shaking with what seemed like sobs.

But they weren't. Kurt was shaking with laughter.

Kurt was laughing almost deliriously, and it was a sound of pure joy. After a moment he sat up, bringing Blaine with him and pulling him into a crushing hug.

"Oh, Blaine, that was fantastic," he sighed, and then squealed with delight and fell back into a fit of giggles.

And Blaine couldn't help but join in the infectious laughter, because it was beautiful and pure and perfect, and Kurt seemed so happy and that made him happy, and it had been fantastic.

When they finally pulled away, the smiles that they fixed on one another outshone the sun.

They ate something. They bathed quickly in the pond. They changed into clean clothes. And then they slept the morning away, faces close and limbs intertwined.

That afternoon they were back on the road. Blaine had casually argued in favor of staying at the campsite for a few days, since they had nothing to worry about from Dronyen anymore.

Kurt, however, had begged to differ.

Even though he was as inclined as Blaine to delay the journey that could probably only end in heartbreak, he knew that Dronyen wasn't going to simply surrender and leave them to their respective destinies.

The game had changed, there was no doubt of that, but it was far from over. Kurt had been caught before and he could be caught again. And Kurt was fairly certain that Dronyen was far more familiar with the limitations on Sidhe power than Blaine was.

Also? Now Blaine was the one that needed protection. Because it was more than likely that Dronyen would figure out exactly what Blaine meant to Kurt.

And if the idea of breaking Kurt had excited Dronyen before, the notion of breaking him at full strength would have him absolutely salivating.

And the easiest way to do that now would be for Dronyen to get his hands on Blaine.

Beautiful Blaine.

Blaine, who was all Kurt wanted to think about. Blaine, who Kurt couldn't let himself think too deeply about. He would let himself feel, because he had no choice, but every time he began to think too much about what it all meant, he would push his thoughts away and just concentrate on the sweetness and the peace and the urgency and the heat that Blaine set to swirling in Kurt's gut every time he looked at him.

Because Blaine made him feel...well, more than he'd felt in a very long time.

Or perhaps even ever in his life.

But no, that was too close to thinking. And he couldn't let himself think. Because they still had some time before they got close to the Faerie Lands, and Kurt wanted to enjoy it as much as possible. And he had already decided to let his body have this bliss, even if it was just for a heartbeat of time in the long life of a Sidhe like himself.

Because he needed it. Because the pleasure was like a balm for his wounds.

Because Blaine made him feel like he was pure and fierce and beautiful and unblemished and deserved to be loved.

Kurt glanced over to Blaine, who was gazing at him and smiling. He passed Blaine one of the reins to hold, and laced his fingers together with the hand closest to him, resting their joined hands between them.

Right now they were here, and Kurt was happy. Right now no one was trying to hurt them and no one was trying to take Blaine from him. Right now Blaine was looking at Kurt like he was the most perfect being in all creation.

Right now they had each other.

They rode on.