Blaine was displeased to find himself waking up to an empty bed.

Kurt would be leaving that afternoon, and Blaine had hoped to wake up in his arms one last time, and maybe start the morning off with a massage and a couple of nice, slow blowjobs...

Instead, he was alone. Blaine slid his hand across to the sheets beside him, finding them cool. Kurt had been up for at least a little while. Blaine pulled the pillow that Kurt was using close and hugged it to him, breathing deeply. He loved how Kurt smelled. And the thought that Kurt's smell was going to fade from his sheets as the week wore on was incredibly depressing.

Blaine decided not to wash his sheets again for at least another week, come and almond oil stains be damned. He wanted to bathe in the afterglow of their sex-filled weekend for as long as possible, or at least until it got to be more gross than it was erotic and romantic.

Blaine sat up and stretched, then pulled on a T-shirt and pair of sleep shorts and headed downstairs.

As he approached the kitchen door, he was greeted by soft, laughing voices and an unbelievably delicious smell. Blaine poked his head through the doorway and leaned against the door frame, quietly watching Kurt and Lila cook breakfast.

"The key to making perfect oeufs en meurette is to get the onion reduction just right. And you don't want to overcook the mushrooms, or the eggs. A perfectly poached egg is an absolute must. And the bacon can't be chewy or stringy, or you may as well just go eat breakfast at Denny's. You have to-"

Lila laughed. "Kurt, how many keys are there to making perfect oeufs en meurette? Because you just mentioned pretty much every ingredient besides the toast."

"Well, the toast is very important too. That's why I insisted we go to an actual bakery for the baguette. You can't just slap this on a piece of wonderbread, Lila."

"Why don't I just stick to making the coffee and the fruit salad?"

"Hey, I'm just trying to teach you a new skill. That way, you can make this for Blaine on your own."

"Kurt, I love my brother dearly, but I honestly do not think I'm going to spend two hours making him a French breakfast from scratch on my own."

"Not even for his birthday?"

"Well, I'm not usually in town for his birthday. And besides, I think he'd much rather his birthday breakfast come from you."

"His birthday isn't until next May...I hope we're still..."

"You will be. Blaine's a Taurus. He's very loyal."

Kurt snorted. "Oh, please."

"Hey, scoff if you want, but don't pretend you weren't a little blown away when I did your chart this morning."

"Okay, well. Some of those things seemed...somewhat accurate, but they could probably be twisted into any convenient interpretation you might be looking for."

"Don't even play. Cancer sun, Scorpio ascendant, Aquarius moon . You can't run from that, Kurt. That is so you. Ask anyone."

"What if I asked someone who was actually sane?"

Lila laughed. "Let's see," she said, counting off fingers. "Tough outer shell, soft inside, sometimes you come off as cool and intellectual, but love all things home and hearth. Intense and penetrating and impossible to ignore. You've got a bullshit detector in constant surround-sound, you love to nurture, and you hate admitting how sensitive you are. You're really going to tell me that isn't you?"

"There may be some coincidental overlap," Kurt answered primly. "Incidentally, how much are your parents paying for your degree from Sarah Lawrence?"

Lila smirked and gave Kurt a playful shove. "Hey, astrology is on my own time. Gender, Politics and Theoretical Physics in Southeast Asia with a Focus on Trans-Normative Expressions of Masculinity in the 1930s? That's the kind of thing my parents are paying for."

Kurt laughed, and held up the wooden spoon he'd been stirring with.

"Try this."

Lila tasted whatever was on the spoon, and rolled her eyes and moaned.

"Oh, man. That's fucking amazing. Yeah, Blaine will definitely be keeping you around. If nothing else, Taurans are very gastronomical."

"You're ridiculous."

Lila gave him a sly smile. "They're also very sensual. So are Cancers, incidentally. You two must have a fantastic sex life."

Kurt gasped and blushed, and Blaine gave a little yelp of horror. Kurt and Lila both swiveled around to see him in the doorway, and burst into laughter.

"Lila, I can't believe you said that!" he shrieked.

"Oh my God," she managed, wiping tears from her eyes. "I was just trying to freak Kurt out. I had no idea I'd end up getting a twofer."

Kurt, also trying to calm his laughter, handed the wooden spoon to Lila and went over to Blaine.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry...just...the look on your face!"

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and kissed him good morning. "How long have you been standing there?" He asked.

Blaine gave an adorably shy and embarrassed-looking smile. "Um...a little while. I...I liked watching you two together like that."

Blaine blushed.

"You're my two favorite people in the world, and it's nice seeing you...get along like that. It makes me happy."

Kurt smiled. "It makes me happy, too," he said, nuzzling his nose against Blaine's. "And you should already know by now that I'm helpless to resist the Anderson charm."

Lila was smiling too. "Yeah, Blaine. I admire your taste. You've got yourself a lovely little elf."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Oh, God, not the elf thing again! I am not an elf!"

"Hey – there's nothing wrong with it, Kurt. You're obviously a very attractive elf, just...you have looked in the mirror before, right?"

"Fine, then. If I'm an elf, then you're a gnome."

"I am so not a gnome!"

"Oh, please. You have bushy eyebrows, and you're like three feet tall. You're even more of a gnome than Blaine."

"Hey!" Blaine protested, laughing. "How did I get dragged into this?"

"You should have swooped in to defend me," answered Kurt haughtily.

"I already told you. You're not an elf, you're an imp. You're my imp." Blaine drew him closer and kissed the tip of Kurt's nose.

Lila rolled her eyes. "You guys are going to make me puke." She tossed Blaine a cantaloupe. "Here. Make yourself useful. We have fruit salad and coffee to make, and I really think you should take the onion sauce back over before I ruin it, Kurt."

Blaine moved to help prepare breakfast, grinning broadly. So maybe he had woken up to an empty bed, and that was certainly less than ideal, but it was shaping up to be one of the best mornings ever.

After a truly fantastic breakfast, the three of them decided to go for a swim. When he and Blaine were upstairs changing, Kurt giggled over the fact that it would be his third time in the pool that weekend, but the first time he would actually be putting his swim trunks to any sort of use.

Lounging around the pool, they got on the subject of Cute Childhood Blaine stories, which Kurt was enjoying very much.

"Has he told you why I call him Baby yet?" Lila asked.

Blaine groaned.

"Isn't it just...a sort of generic term of endearment?" Kurt ventured.

"Yes. It is. New subject, please," Blaine begged.

Lila gave a wicked smile. "Oh, no. No, no, no. Not generic at all. Quite specific, actually."

"Oooh, do tell."

"Oh God, Lila, no."

"Well," Lila continued, ignoring Blaine's plea, "When he was about four or five, Blaine was really into Dirty Dancing."

"Please stop," Blaine whined.

"Don't you dare!" Kurt exclaimed. "This is amazing."

"He liked to pretend he was Baby, and he'd dance along to the soundtrack and do all the dirty little dance moves. It was adorable."

Kurt was weeping with laughter.

"And he would sit up really, really close to the TV and-"

"-Oh my God, stop..."

"and he would would put his lips right up against the screen and kiss Patrick Swayze, and he then he'd put his hand to his heart and sort of swoon, and say 'Oh, Johnny!'"

"It's over, Lila. It's all over. I am going to kill you in your sleep."

"He insisted on being called Baby for like, a month. After that it just kind of stuck."

Kurt was clutching his sides and howling. "Oh God. It's too good! It hurts! It hurts!" He managed, only laughing harder when he was confronted with Blaine's heavy scowl.

"And then, when he finally came out to me-"

"Wait, you mean he actually bothered to come out to you after that?"

"That's it!" Blaine roared, picking Kurt up and throwing him over his shoulder like a sack of flour as he strode toward the pool.

"What – no! Blaine, what are you doing? It wasn't me- it- Lila- she's the one that-"

"You took far too much pleasure in that story," Blaine grumbled, as Kurt fought to be released.

"Blaine Anderson, don't you dare-"

The rest of Kurt's sentence was lost in a tremendous splash as Blaine threw him into the pool.

"I am going to destroy you!" Kurt sputtered, as he came up, gasping.

Blaine just laughed, and jumped into the pool after him. He moved toward Kurt, who glared and splashed him.

"You stay away from me, you brute."

"What?" Blaine asked innocently. "I just want to kiss you."

Each time Blaine inched closer, Kurt splashed him mercilessly. Finally, Blaine started splashing back, continuing to advance on Kurt, who finally yelped and dove under when Blaine got too close, swimming away as fast as an eel.

Blaine dove under as well, pursuing Kurt hotly across the water. He finally managed to corner him against the edge of the pool, fixing him with a playful but undeniably predatory stare.

This time Kurt made no effort to stave off the advance, save for a pathetically halfhearted splash as Blaine closed the distance between them. Blaine pressed Kurt to the side of the pool and smiled mischievously.

"Monster," Kurt whispered, as he leaned into Blaine's kiss.

"Okay, boys, can we not have an encore performance of Friday night, please?" Called Lila from the side of the pool. "Because I already don't know if there's enough therapy in the world to deal with seeing that on film, let alone a live performance."

Both boys broke away with flushed cheeks and self-conscious giggles. Kurt cupped Blaine's cheek in one hand and placed the other on his heart.

"Oh, Johnny," he swooned.

Kurt shrieked as Blaine dove at him, pulling him under.

Blaine and Lila's parents called to say that their flight was on schedule and they would be home early that evening. Kurt was expected back at the tire shop around four, and the boys found their time together dwindling unpleasantly.

"I don't want you to leave," Blaine sulked, as he stripped off his swim trunks and climbed into the shower with Kurt.

"I don't want to leave either," Kurt agreed, "though I don't know if I could exactly look your parents in the eye tonight after what I've done to you this weekend."

"The weekend isn't over yet," Blaine murmured, his voice undeniably sultry. He pulled Kurt to him and kissed him deeply, his hands sliding around to squeeze Kurt's ass.

God, he loved Kurt's ass. His cheeks were so beautifully spherical, so plump and firm at the same time. Blaine let his palms slide over the perfect globes, massaging in a circular pattern.

"That feels amazing, Blaine," Kurt murmured against his lips. "But I should probably mention, for the record, that I am way too sore to let you fuck me today."

Blaine laughed softly, nuzzling his cheek against Kurt's as he continued to knead his ass.

"So am I, surprisingly. But I should probably mention, for the record, that we seemed to enjoy ourselves quite a bit for the first five months of our relationship, too. It's not like our options are full-on sex or nothing at all."

"Thank God for that," sighed Kurt, circling his arms around Blaine's waist.

"I just want to make you come," Blaine whispered against Kurt's ear.

Kurt groaned and pressed his groin into Blaine's, their cocks moving from half-hard to full attention with incredible swiftness.

Blaine kissed a path down Kurt's neck, crouching as he continued down Kurt's chest and stomach. He settled on his knees, licking a teasing circle around Kurt's cock, and kissing up and down the insides of his thighs.

Kurt's thigh muscles quivered, his knees faltered slightly, and he let out a helpless-sounding squeak.

"Oh, God, Blaine," he moaned softly.

Blaine gently pushed Kurt so that his back was against the wall, and began slowly licking Kurt's cock like it was a rapidly melting ice cream cone.

Kurt's head fell back against the wall with a thump when Blaine took the head of his cock into his mouth, circling the tip of his tongue around that spot just beneath the head so unbelievably, incredibly, painfully slowly that Kurt thought his knees really were going to buckle.

Blaine began to inch his mouth forward, Kurt's cock seeming to disappear in slow motion behind his full, pink lips.

Kurt watched hungrily, tortured by the pace but unbelievably turned on by the visual. He still couldn't get over Blaine's lips wrapped around him like that. Given how long it had taken them (well, taken Blaine) to get together, Kurt had still spent more months fantasizing about this than he had actually spent experiencing it. A part of him still couldn't believe that Blaine freaking Anderson was on his knees for him, not just willing to suck Kurt's cock, but undeniably and intensely turned on by it.

Blaine relaxed his throat muscles and continued to swallow Kurt's thick, warm cock. This was Blaine's particular talent – the ability to truly deep-throat and give hands-free blowjobs, even though Kurt had repeatedly assured him it wasn't necessary. Maybe it wasn't necessary for Kurt, but Blaine had been practicing on English cucumbers since he was fourteen years old. The idea of swallowing cock was such a fucking turn-on, and Blaine still still couldn't believe that he was allowed to do this to Kurt Hummel on a regular basis.

Because Blaine loved giving head almost as much as he loved getting it, and English cucumbers sure didn't make the kinds of sounds that Kurt did.

And the sounds that Kurt was making right now were nothing short of obscene.

Blaine slid his hands up Kurt's thighs, slipping between his moist ass cheeks and the tiled shower wall. He squeezed Kurt's ass as he slowly began to move his lips up and down Kurt's shaft, still slow but with a steadily increasing pace.

Kurt whimpered loudly as Blaine created the unmistakable sensation of suction around his cock, lips tightly wrapped and cheeks hollowed.

Blaine's tongue never stopped moving, swirling around Kurt's cock like a dance while he sucked harder and faster and Kurt fought not to jerk his hips. Kurt's hands fell into Blaine's hair and he tugged gently, loving the feel of his wet curls beneath his fingers.

"Blaine," Kurt moaned loudly. "Oh God, you're amazing...I...I can't...I...don't stop. Just Don't stop."

Blaine didn't stop, but he did allow his hands to fall away from Kurt's ass so that he could begin to stroke himself in time with his thrusting mouth.

With his free hand, Blaine cupped Kurt's balls and squeezed gently, and Kurt gave a high-pitched, ragged gasp.

"B-Blaine...fuck...I'm close...I'm going to..."

Blaine turned his gaze upward, and locked eyes with Kurt. And Kurt could see him jerking himself off, water cascading down his golden skin and across his dark, swollen member, and the he squeezed Kurt's balls and fucking winked at him, and Kurt completely lost it and came hard, calling out an indecipherable jumble of swears in English and French, all tangled around Blaine's name.

And Blaine didn't stop until he'd swallowed it all.

Blaine finished himself off with a few strong tugs and a throaty moan, and sprung to his feet, looking smug and elated and for all the world like he'd just belted out the best solo of his life (and in a way, Kurt supposed, he kind of had). Kurt was having enormous trouble staying upright, and looked like he was half melted into the shower wall.

"So," Blaine said conversationally, "want me to wash your hair?"

"Hnnhnnhh," Kurt managed to articulate.

Blaine smiled. "I believe I'll take that as a yes," he said jovially.

It was probably for the best, because Kurt wasn't sure he could get his arms to reach his hair at the moment anyway.

After hugging Lila goodbye, Kurt let Blaine walk him to his car.

"My bed is going to feel so empty without you," Blaine said sadly, as they leaned against Kurt's driver-side door in a loose embrace.

Kurt sighed. "I know. I wish we could sleep together every night. It was a lovely weekend, though, Blaine. I had an amazing time."

"Even when we were fighting?" Blaine asked with a wry smile.

"Yes," Kurt said seriously. "Well, no, not while we were fighting. But I am glad it happened. I think it brought us closer."

Blaine wiggled his eyebrows. "That it most certainly did," he said with a smirk.

Kurt swatted him playfully. "You're such a sleazebag. You know what I meant."

"Yeah," Blaine said, and drew him into a tight hug. "And you're right. Not about the sleazebag part, but...I think it brought us closer too. I love you so much."

"I love you more."

"Not this again. Give it up, Hummel, it's a losing battle. You can't love me more. Isn't possible. Can't be done."

"Denial doesn't suit you, Blaine."

"No, but you suit me. You suit me perfectly."

They pulled back just enough to kiss, and they lingered on it for as long as they felt like they could afford to. Blaine sighed as Kurt pushed him back against the warm metal of the car door, gripping his waist, mouth trailing down his neck...

"Kurt," Blaine moaned, "You're father won't be terribly pleased with me if I make you late."

"Come with me," Kurt breathed into his ear. "You're too rich and spoiled to work. You can just lie in my room naked all day eating grapes and waiting for me to come home from work."

Blaine laughed. "I think I'd rather eat grapes in the nude here, Kurt, it's air-conditioned. But I like the idea of nakedly waiting for you to come home from work. That I could definitely get into."

Kurt leaned in for one last kiss.

"Well, the real world awaits," he sighed, picking up his overnight bag and tossing it gently into the back seat of his car. "I think I'm going to start by listening to my voicemail on the drive back to Lima. That should be stimulating."

Blaine winced. "Just try not to crash the car," he said.

Blaine leaned in for another last kiss.

"I'll miss you," he said.

"Aren't we going out tomorrow night?"

"Yes, but I'll miss you until tomorrow night."

Kurt smiled, and leaned in for third final kiss.

"I'll miss you too."

Blaine went inside to find Lila on the phone with her friend Karen. He couldn't help but feel just kind of...really sad. He loved having Kurt around all the time, and it was starting to get really fun, the three of them hanging out when he and Kurt weren't naked. Lila hadn't even seemed stoned all day. But now she was talking to Karen, which meant she was probably going to head out, and...

"You know what, K? Think I'm gonna give it a raincheck. Blaine's boyfriend just took off, and I'm going to see if I can score a little quality time."

Blaine looked over to his sister with surprise, and she met his eyes with a smile and a wink. After hanging up, Lila walked over to Blaine and linked her arm with his.

"So what do you say, Baby? You need some alone time, or you want to chase away those post-Kurt Hummel blues with a couple iced coffees and a trip to the flea market?"

Blaine was grinning from ear to ear. "Only if you let me buy you the most horrible piece of kitsch I can possibly find."

Lila rolled her eyes. "Of course, Blaine. Same rules as always. But I'm so going to win this time."

"You're dreaming. There is no way you can out-camp a gay show choir kid."

"Mary, please. I'm taking a double major in Devastating Irony and Early 1970s Textile Production at Sarah freaking Lawrence. Top that."

"Two words sister: Bring it."

As they headed out the door, Blaine sighed happily to himself. It really had been a lovely weekend, warts and all.