Blaine stumbled down the stairs into the kitchen on Saturday morning. His head was throbbing wildly and his stomach felt slightly sour. He had put his sunglasses on in his bedroom, because even the faintest trace of light from outside was excruciating, but the plastic frames squeezing against his temples and the bridge of his nose were almost as bad.

Lila was sitting at the dining room table in front of the sliding glass doors that led out to the pool. Amidst the chaos of bottles and plates and cups and loose pieces of clothing and partygoers sleeping in heaps, she was calmly reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. Her hair was still wet from a morning swim, and she was wearing damp gym shorts over her bathing suit, her legs folded Indian-style on the chair.

"How on earth do you look so...healthy? I feel like I'm going to die."

Lila smiled slightly. "Because, little one, I know how to pace myself. Which is clearly not a trait you have picked up on."

Blaine slumped in the chair next to her and dropped his head onto his folded arms. "Coffee..." he whimpered limply. Lila ruffled his hair and decided to take pity on him.

She went into the kitchen to pour him a cup, returning with a large glass of water as well.

"Drink this too. You're probably really dehydrated and the coffee won't help with that."

Blaine nodded weakly in thanks and agreement, and started with a long swig of coffee. He sighed deeply and took off his sunglasses. The single sip had already made him feel incrementally more human.

"Remind me to never drink again," he muttered.

Lila snorted. "Oh, I'm sure it wasn't all bad. From what I heard, you boys put on quite a show."

Blaine dropped his head again and groaned, feeling his blush to the tips of his ears. Oh, God. He and Kurt had...had really been going at it in the pool, and yes, it had actually happened, and yes, a group of enthusiastic partygoers had been watching. Watching he and Kurt while they...

Okay. So the night hadn't been all bad. Some of it had been pretty fucking fantastic, actually. But then he remembered how many people had been watching them in the pool, and he groaned again in embarrassment.

"At least no one from Dalton or McKinley saw us," he muttered.

"Um," Lila replied.

Blaine snapped his head up, eyes wide. "Please tell me no one from Dalton or McKinley saw us."

"Well, I'm not sure about McKinley, but I think I might have heard a couple kids saying they go there. Or used to go there. They seemed to know who Kurt was, anyway. And Dalton...mostly just grads, Blaine."

"Anyone I know?"

"Just...uh...Doug."

"David's brother Doug? Please kill me now."

Lila just laughed. "I think you'll live it down."

"I think David might do his best to make sure I never do."

Lila sat back and sipped her coffee, smirking slightly. "I'm really glad you're with Kurt, Baby." Blaine smiled at the childhood nickname. "He's a really sweet kid."

"Yeah, he is," Blaine agreed. "He can be kind of acidic sometimes too, though." They both laughed.

"Oh, you probably love it."

"I do."

"So, are you like serious, big-time in love here, Baby?"

Blaine felt himself blush. "Yeah. I really am. You know Lila...Kurt was my first."

Lila's smile widened, and there was definitely a soft sheen of tears in her eyes.

Blaine ducked his head down shyly. "I told you I would wait."

She reached out and placed her hand softly on top of her brother's. "I'm so glad you did."

"So am I."

Because neither of them had to say how the night before brought up memories of a different night, an altogether less magical night. But it was important that Lila know he remembered, that he took what she had done for him to heart. Because really, it was because of her that he and Kurt were able to discover everything together. And he couldn't imagine a more priceless gift.

Blaine heard a small moan behind him and turned to see Kurt descending the stairs and looking unbelievably adorable. His hair was sticking up in every direction, a patch of it pillow-flattened on the left side of his head. He was wearing a white t-shirt and an oversized pair of black sweat pants, and he was rubbing his eyes with his fists.

Blaine couldn't help but get up and greet him at the bottom of the stair case, pulling him into a bear hug and kissing his cheek. "Good morning," he whispered, assuming that Kurt's hangover was probably no better than his.

"Blaine, I feel like I've been hit by a cement truck," he groaned, wincing at the sound of his own voice.

"Coffee?" Blaine asked softly. Kurt nodded, and let Blaine lead him over to the chair where Blaine had been sitting.

"Here. Have mine. Lila just poured it, it's still hot. And drink some water too."

Kurt gave him an adoring look. "I love you," he whispered.

"Me too," Blaine answered, and kissed the top of Kurt's head before going into the kitchen to pour himself some more coffee.

By the afternoon they were feeling much better, and cleanup didn't even turn out to be that bad. Lila had procured the car keys of everyone passed out on the floor, and refused to let anyone leave until the house and pool area were spotless. Kurt discovered his and Blaine's shirts in some shrubs near the edge of the pool, and the two boys couldn't help giggling and smirking at one another when Kurt showed Blaine what he'd found.

As the day wore on, they agreed on three things.

First of all, they would not be drinking again that weekend.

Second, they definitely wanted some more time together in the pool.

And third, they definitely didn't want an audience this time.

Conveniently, Lila kicked all of her friends out and announced that she was going on a five-day juice fast in order to detox.

"Does that mean you won't be smoking for the next week?" Blaine asked, a trace of hope in his voice.

She looked at him like he was insane. "Cannabis isn't a toxin, Blaine, it's natural."

"So is deadly nightshade," murmured Kurt.

Blaine shot him a look. Lila just laughed it off.

The boys decided to cook dinner that night instead of getting more takeout, and Lila withdrew to the patio to read, glass of foamy green liquid in hand.

"I hope I didn't offend her," Kurt said, frowning as he whisked together a marinade.

"I don't think so," Blaine answered, rinsing the salmon. "Lila usually gets like this after a big social blowout. She just needs to regroup. She says it's because her Sagittarius sun is in constant conflict with her Taurus moon."

Kurt couldn't help but snort. He glanced at Blaine and saw that he was smirking.

"Yeah, I know she's...she really is a good sister, though, Kurt."

Kurt looked Blaine square in the eye and gave him his warmest and most genuine smile.

"I know, Blaine."

Blaine returned the smile, looking relieved.

Blaine and Kurt lay squeezed into a single lawn chair, looking up at the stars and the heavy full moon. Lila had said goodnight a good forty-five minutes earlier, and the night was calm and still.

"Do you want to go for a swim?" Blaine whispered.

"That would be lovely," Kurt replied just as softly.

"Hold on just a minute," Blaine said, getting up. Kurt shifted in the lawn chair, putting his hands behind his head and continuing to stare up at the moon. After a few minutes, the moon and stars seemed to get brighter, and Kurt realized it was because the artificial lights had fallen away. He turned to look behind him and realized that the house and patio were utterly enveloped in darkness, and even the in-ground pool lights were off.

Then he noticed a small point of brightness traveling towards him. It took a moment before he realized it was Blaine, carrying a kerosene lamp and some towels. Blaine paused by the lawn chair and held his hand down to Kurt, who allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. Blaine led them to the edge of the pool and set down the lamp and the towels. He then reached over and began undressing Kurt.

Kurt returned the favor, and they ascended into the inky pool, naked and holding hands. They broke apart as they both dove under, wordlessly swimming in different directions, taking in the feel of the water and the moonlight on their skin.

They met in the middle of the pool. It was shallow enough to stand, but the water reached Kurt's chest and the tops of Blaine's shoulders. They moved into one another's arms and their lips met, soft sighs melting into the sound of lapping water.

It was reminiscent enough of the night before to be slightly thrilling, but this was so entirely different at the same time. They let their hands roam, gliding over each other's skin underneath the surface of the water. Blaine reached down and began stroking Kurt's length slowly, and Kurt responded by doing the same to Blaine. Their hips moved closer and closer together until they moved their hands away and just began rubbing against one another, the water that surrounded their bodies rippling as they moved.

They began groaning softly, their kisses picking up more fire, their hips moving faster. As he felt himself start to get close, Blaine placed a firm hand on Kurt's chest and stepped back. Kurt whimpered slightly.

"We should probably get out of the water," Blaine said softly. Kurt took a deep breath and nodded. Yes, they probably should. It would be more than a little tacky to ejaculate in the Anderson family's pool.

They swam back toward the lantern, and Blaine climbed out of the pool and began unrolling the towels he'd brought. A bottle fell out of one, and started to roll toward the pool. Kurt caught it is he climbed out.

It was the almond oil.

Kurt smirked to himself as Blaine laid out two overlapping beach towels. He turned around to take Kurt's hand again.

"I see you came prepared," Kurt said, holding out the bottle.

Blaine smiled, dropping to his knees on the towels and gently pulling Kurt with him. They began kissing again as they slowly became less and less vertical, until Kurt was lying on his back, thighs parted, Blaine's wet body covering his. Kurt laced his hands through Blaine's dripping curls, his grip becoming tight when Blaine began grinding, very slowly and gently, against him. Blaine rolled them slightly to the side so that he could cup one of Kurt's ass cheeks.

"How are you...feeling?" Blaine whispered, his thumb very gingerly trailing across Kurt's ass crack.

He felt Kurt smile against his lips.

"Blaine...are you asking for a sober do-over?" Kurt asked.

"Well, only if you...feel ready. If you aren't feeling too sore or anything."

Kurt giggled slightly and began kissing Blaine's neck.

"Ever the gentleman," he murmured.

"I mean, you could always...make love to me instead. I'm feeling pretty good. I just...last night was wonderful, Kurt, but it was also kind of a blur. I don't remember all the details."

Kurt smiled again. "Yes, it is kind of a blur. A really hot blur, but I like remembering the details too. And I like that you called it making love."

"Isn't that what we're doing?"

"Well, last night, Blaine, I'm pretty sure we were fucking. But yes, I'd say that generally, that's what we're doing."

Blaine smiled at that. "Well, I like that you called it fucking. I don't think I've ever heard you use that term before. It's sexy."

"I'm coming out of my shell," Kurt said, sounding slightly defensive. "And you, sir, are just a randy little romantic."

Blaine responded with a chuckle and a kiss. He pulled back a bit and looked at Kurt questioningly.

"So...do you want..."

"I'm still sore, but I don't think I'm too sore. Maybe...try fingers first? See how we go?"

"Okay," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear, pausing to kiss his lobe. "But tell me if it's too much and we can switch."

Blaine oiled up his fingers much more generously than he needed to, but he wanted to make sure Kurt was comfortable. Kurt lifted his leg and hooked it around Blaine's hip, and Blaine very, very gently moved his fingers to Kurt's entrance. As he slowly began to push his forefinger inside, Kurt gritted his teeth and hissed sharply.

Blaine started to move his hand away, but Kurt reached around and held his wrist.

"No...it's just...it's good, Blaine. Just...keep going slow."

So Blaine did. He gently stroked Kurt's perineum with his free hand, and luxuriated in the process of delicately stretching his boyfriend. He gave Kurt soft, slow closed-mouth kisses, and was finally able to build up to four fingers, gliding gently inside Kurt's body. It took some time, but Blaine didn't mind the delicate handiwork, because eventually Kurt was moaning into his neck and thrusting back against his hand.

"Please, Blaine," he whispered. "I want you."

Blaine began to move into position, and then paused, unsure. He wanted to try other positions, but he wasn't ready to give up the thrill of their being able to look at each other just yet. He could just hold Kurt in place, but they didn't have anything for leverage...

"I have an idea," Blaine whispered. "Come over here."

Blaine got up and pulled the towels – and Kurt with them- to the very edge of the pool. Blaine lowered himself into the shallow water, and pulled Kurt closer still, until his ass was hanging slightly off the edge, perfectly aligned with Blaine. Blaine grasped Kurt's hips.

"Okay?"

"Yes. Just...slow at first."

Blaine kissed the back of Kurt's knee. "Of course."

Blaine began to very slowly push forward, pausing frequently, until he was nestled completely inside of Kurt. He began gently moving, not yet allowing himself to fully surrender to the tight, hot pleasure of Kurt's body. Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine's waist and began to thrust back against him.

"Blaine...you can...that feels really nice...Oh..."

And Kurt's moans were so pretty that Blaine didn't even realize how much harder his thrusts were becoming. Kurt didn't seem to mind at all, though, as his sounds of pleasure were only increasing. Blaine loved those sounds. He wanted to record them and play them on a continuous loop whenever he was alone. He wanted to drink them. He wanted to clothe himself in them.

Kurt snaked his hands over Blaine's, lifting Blaine's hands off his hips and interlacing their fingers. He wrapped his legs more tightly around his boyfriend and moved against him, and Blaine's thrusts felt so good, and his prostate felt especially sensitive this time and it was giving him goosebumps.

Wisps of cool breeze raked through the warm summer air, heightening every sensation. The moon and stars shone down on their lovemaking, mingling with the soft lamplight, and oh, this was heaven.

"I love you so much," Kurt thought, and then realized that he'd said it out loud.

"I love you too," Blaine managed to half-speak, half-groan. "God, I love you."

Blaine moved one pair of their joined hands and parted their palms, fingers still laced together, sandwiching Kurt's cock in the middle before their palms rejoined. Kurt arched his back and groaned loudly as their hands began moving together as one.

They pumped Kurt in time to Blaine's thrusts, which were steadily getting faster and faster. Blaine moaned loudly, they squeezed both sets of hands even more tightly together, and Kurt gave out a little scream of pleasure.

"Oh God, Blaine, don't stop...please..." he whimpered, and Blaine slowed down for just a moment, just so he could last a little longer, before letting his pace build up again.

And if Kurt was in heaven, Blaine was right there with him, the cool water lapping around his thighs while Kurt's tight heat slid across his length. Blaine felt himself nearing the verge, getting so close, but he wanted them to come together, or as close to it as possible, so he squeezed his hand against Kurt's even harder and pumped faster. He felt Kurt squirming beneath him, giving little cries of pleasure, and meeting each thrust with increasing urgency.

"Oh, fuck, Kurt, I..."

"yes..."

"Let go..."

"Oh..."

"I'm...I'm..."

And Blaine couldn't finish that thought out loud, because it wasn't a thought anymore. He cried out into the night, throwing his head back, the stars seeming to swirl and spin above him. As he came he felt a wet warmth spread across his hand, because Kurt was coming too, and Kurt was screaming his name.

Kurt's legs fell away from Blaine's waist and his feet landed in the water with a splash. Blaine pulled out gently, Kurt giving a small whine of pain when he did.

Blaine leaned down and kissed him.

"You looked so beautiful coming in the moonlight," Kurt whispered against Blaine's lips, and Blaine felt a small shiver thrill across his spine, because he loved hearing Kurt say things like that.

Blaine climbed out of the pool, and Kurt pulled himself away from the water's edge so that he could lie down on the beach towels. Blaine got one of the towels they weren't using and gently wiped off Kurt's stomach and chest before settling down next to him.

They lay on their backs, heads touching, arms linked, staring up into the night.

"Kurt, that was wonderful," Blaine murmured. "You're incredible. Thank you."

"Blaine, thank you. You're so...I just..." Kurt sighed. "I wish there was a new way to say I love you. I feel like I've said it so many times that I don't have words to tell you what I'm feeling right now."

Blaine turned his head, his lips touching the shell of Kurt's ear. "Sono innamorato di te," he whispered.

Kurt grinned and blushed. He turned his head as well, and nuzzled his nose against Blaine's. "Je t'aime pour toujours," he breathed, moving even closer.

"Toujours," Blaine agreed, before their lips met under the moonlight.