“Blaine?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Make love to me,” Kurt whispered, his eyes big and dark.

“Okay,” Blaine answered.

Kurt took a ragged breath. This wasn't what he had planned for the night – he had in mind lying on a blanket under the stars and looking at Orion's Belt, maybe with a bowl of blackberries to feed his lover one by one. He lay with closed eyes, working up his courage. He didn't have any reservations about giving everything to Blaine, but this step seemed so final, he was just a little afraid.

While Blaine loved to look at Kurt's body, slide his eyes over the curves and planes and appreciate that it was a work of art with sleek lines and balanced space, tonight he was suddenly glad it was dark in the cabin. Even the moon was cooperating, being only a sliver and not shining in the window above the bed. Blaine was suddenly inexplicably shy, startling back when Kurt reached out to run his fingertips along Blaine's ribs.

Blaine could feel the tension in Kurt's body, pressed so close to his own and wanted to make this right. He might ask again if Kurt was ready, but he knew he was. Blaine just needed to calm him for a bit first.

He started by touching the inside of Kurt's wrist, trailing his fingers over the pulse that beat so faithfully. His fingers traced up a blue vein towards his heart. Bringing Kurt's hand to his mouth, he kissed the pulse point and Kurt shivered, whimpering. All thoughts of romantic gestures left Kurt's mind, crowded out by the immediate closeness of Blaine. His love. And nothing else mattered.

Every place Blaine's fingers touched him was tingling, then the warmth of Blaine's mouth as he mapped the planes of Kurt's body made him moan and beg for more. Blaine gave him more, kissing him on his face, where the dimples appeared at the corners of his mouth when he smiled, on the soft cheeks that blushed when Blaine complemented him, and his plump lips which never failed to make Blaine feel like he had to kiss Kurt that very minute.

“Blaine, you are the love of my life, you know...you're my whole life...” Kurt said, kissing back whenever he could, but Blaine was not just making love in the sense that they were about to have the most intimate thing they could experience, Blaine was making love to Kurt's whole body. He kissed his lips one last time and moved down to his neck, tickling him a bit as he sucked the blood to the surface, then licking the sting away with his warm tongue. He licked down into the crevice where Kurt's neck and shoulder met, tasting the salty skin and humming in satisfaction as Kurt tried to get closer by bucking his hips gently into Blaine's.

“Be patient, my love. We have all night,” Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear and breathed into the tender space just at the back of his jaw, ghosting his lips over it until Kurt was covered in gooseflesh.

“Blaine...” Kurt breathed.

Blaine put a finger out to touch Kurt's lips, silently asking him to be quiet.

Going back, he dragged his tongue across Kurt's left clavicle, leaving open-mouth kisses all along the bone before nibbling the tender skin there and across to the other one, this time sucking a love bite into the pale flesh before stroking down Kurt's chest. He used the flat of his hands, his palms, to do this, pressing firmly to make the muscles relax. His intention was not to tickle Kurt, so he was very firm in stroking his hands down Kurt's sides, over his ribs and landing on his hips to rest while his mouth caught up. Kissing along the clavicle again, it was a bare few inches before he was lightly drawing his lips over the nipple on Kurt's right side, mirroring the action with his finger on the left side. Kurt reacted instantly with whimpers and soft sighs because the feeling started as a tingle and moved through his body like electricity to force more blood to enter his waiting cock.

“Blaine....baby....” Kurt moaned, wanting the teasing to stop so he could feel Blaine enter him, but at the same time he wanted this to last forever. Blaine was worshiping every inch of Kurt's body so that he felt so cared for, so loved it was impossible to contain the feelings.

Blaine took a deep breath, knowing it would only get harder from this point – harder to rein himself in long enough to show Kurt how much he loved him before he could enter him.

“Kurt, I need you to roll over, my love. Here, I'll help with your leg,” Blaine directed, gently taking the leg in his hands so it wouldn't twist as Kurt rolled to lie on his tummy. He lay still, trying to turn his head to see Blaine but wasn't very successful.

“Oh, no, Kurt, just lie down and relax, I'm just going to rub your back for a few minutes, you are getting so tense.”

Pulling the blanket up over Kurt's hips to keep him warm, Blaine got the bottle of massage oil out and poured a bit into his hands to warm up. He sat next to Kurt, his leg flush alongside of Kurt's ribs.

“Okay, love, this is just oil to help with the massage, okay?” Blaine said, waiting for Kurt to acknowledge him before spreading the warm oil across his back. Blaine was not a large person, but he did have large hands and they were strong from all the work he had done since he was a little boy. He smoothed the oil on Kurt's back, then began the massage, rubbing hard to relax the muscles, then not as hard, stroking from Kurt's neck to his waist.

Blaine shifted so he was lying next to Kurt, kissing the nape of his neck. This was one of his favorite places: the skin was soft, and Kurt shivered when Blaine kissed him there – not like it was ticklish, but more because it was erotic. Blaine licked him, rubbing his lips over the skin and humming in concentration as he continued to stroke Kurt's back with one hand. Kurt smelled so good here, like vanilla and jasmine maybe. Blaine closed his eyes for a second, imagining what was to come as he made love to the boy he wanted with all his heart.

He blinked back the tears gathering in his eyes, not over anything sad, but the pent-up emotions that continued to build.

Shifting back to a sitting position, Blaine rubbed down Kurt's back again, this time going further down so he was caressing the perfectly shaped cheeks on Kurt's ass. He moved his hands down Kurt's legs to his knees, running his hands up slowly, pressing on the muscles and then massaging until he reached the cheeks again, leaning to place a kiss on the left one as Kurt let out a whimper of anticipation.

“Kurt, roll onto your side now, okay?” Blaine asked and when Kurt complied, he lay down in front of him, almost nose to nose. Kurt kissed his nose, making him giggle.

“I know we haven't actually talked about this, and now might be a bit awkward....but I need to know...ah...” Blaine blushed. Kurt traced his cheek with one finger, cupping Blaine's jaw in his hand and bringing his lips closer. He kissed him deeply, pulling them together as he moved his whole body so it was flush against Blaine's. He took a breath through his nose, not wanting to let go of Blaine and continued to kiss him, moving his lips and then bringing his tongue in invitation across the split between Blaine's upper and lower lips. Blaine opened his mouth and accepted Kurt's tongue, soft in his mouth as he explored. Kurt's cock was so hard, and it was pushing against Blaine's leg making his own throb in sympathy.

Kurt moved to Blaine's neck, his tongue licking the same path Blaine's had taken, up to his jaw as he nibbled his soft skin and breathed in Blaine's scent.

“I want you to make love to me, Blaine. I want to feel you enter me, to fill me with your love, oh, Blaine...don't make me wait any longer, please...I want us to be closer than we've ever been before, as close as we can be forevermore. Do it now, Blaine...now.”

“Okay, my love...” Blaine leaned over to get the bottle of lube that they had picked out together one day when they were in Dayton, sneaking into the little shop with their fake IDs and giggling at all the silly, sexy things they found there. They had purchased a few things...candy cock rings that looked like the candy necklaces they had both had as children, flavored nipple cream, brightly colored condoms and flavored lube in single use packages. They stayed away from scary things like cock cages, blow-up sheep, and assless chaps – those things didn't seem to have a place in their dreams.

“Kurt...is your knee okay?” Blaine asked as he rubbed Kurt's back some more.

“Yes, it's fine, why?” Kurt asked.

“I was thinking of a way to do this without hurting your knee...I don't think it will work with you on your hands and knees, you won't be able to hold your weight with the knee,” Blaine said in a low voice. He didn't want to kill the mood, but he also didn't want to harm Kurt's healing knee.

“I think if we do it missionary?” Kurt suggested.

“I think that would be best, can you lie down on your back then?” Blaine asked, but he was already pushing Kurt's chest gently. Lying back, Kurt relaxed and pulled Blaine on top of him for a moment, kissing him with a passion that took Blaine by surprise. Blaine kissed back, all tongues and teeth as they let just a little of the passion they were feeling out.

“Blaine...I want you to straddle my chest, please...” Kurt directed. He had been satisfied with Blaine's actions so far, but it had built up a lot of tension and Kurt needed a way to let some of that out...he took Blaine into his mouth, slowly running his tongue under the foreskin as he found the ridge around the crown and teased it with his tongue. Blaine jumped a little, squeaking as he felt the blood rushing into his cock and feeling so hot he was blushing. He let Kurt do this for a short time, but was worried he wouldn't be able to hold in his orgasm if Kurt continued, so he gently pulled away.

“What is that you say about sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander? Blaine said, moving down and swallowing Kurt in one try, choking as Kurt's cock slipped down his throat. He hummed just to make Kurt crazy before pulling back very slowly, twirling his tongue around the hard member in his mouth before pulling his mouth off. Kurt whined at the sudden cool air as it made him shiver.

Blaine pushed Kurt down once more, kissing down his chest and caressing his inner thighs until Kurt relaxed once again.

“I love you, baby,” Kurt whispered as Blaine came back to kiss his mouth once more, holding his head and kissing his neck. In just that short space of time, the mood was back on them as if they had never taken a pause. Blaine was once more making love to Kurt's whole body.

He moved Kurt's sore leg so it was propped on pillows and then smiled at his lover as he set a pillow under his hips to make access easier. Kurt felt kind of funny like that, but forgot it when Blaine repositioned himself on his knees between Kurt's legs. He stopped there, taking a breath to steady himself and closed his eyes to gather his courage. He looked small and maybe a little terrified for a moment as Kurt looked up at him.

“Blaine, this is going to be okay, you know. It's what we both want, what we've been saving for each other...and I can't imagine loving you more than I do at this very moment. Remember what you said to me? Courage.” Kurt whispered, wanting Blaine so badly he ached with it.

Blaine felt better with just that word, and he placed his hand on Kurt's leg, leaning forward to whisper, “I love you, with all my heart, baby.”

He took the first tube of lubrication and squeezed a large dollop onto his fingers, then put it in his mouth. It burst with raspberry flavor and he resisted the urge to swallow it. Kurt had his eyes closed, not that it mattered too much in the dark, but Blaine didn't want to startle him, so he caressed Kurt's inner thighs, stroking lightly as he worked his way up to touching his balls. Kurt's hips moved a little and Blaine placed a calming hand to settle him.

He placed his hands on Kurt's cheeks and gently pulled him open, making it easier to lick the dusky pink target of his desire. He used the lube, pushing it from his tongue to Kurt's skin as he went, starting with long, wet strokes over Kurt's hole and up to his balls. Kurt had felt this before and it was the thing he had given so much thought to over the past months. It was intimate and exciting and felt so good. He whimpered, wanting more but unwilling to distract Blaine from this perfect feeling. It was impossible to keep silent as the pressure from Blaine's tongue got harder and he was pushing in at just the right place, breeching the tight entrance to push his way into Kurt. Kurt's hands were tangled in the sheets, tense and shaking as he tried to hold still – waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

“Ahhh...Blaine, Blaine...” he called, moving his head back and forth on the pillow.

Blaine continued for a while, reveling in the sounds Kurt was making and enjoying it all. He knew Kurt needed more now and gently pushed his first finger inside, the raspberry lube helping. He was able to keep his mouth there as he pushed his finger in and out, starting to massage and coaxing the tight sphincter into loosening. It took a little time before another finger was called for, Kurt moaning by now and Blaine answering in the same way.

Blaine took Kurt's hand and placed it near his own fingers and Kurt got the message, continuing to stretch himself as Blaine found the tube of silicone lube and spread it all over his cock, adding more and finally getting a dollop to finish stretching Kurt. He moved Kurt's fingers out of the way and placed three fingers inside, feeling the muscle finally relaxing.

“Are you ready, my love?” he whispered, not sure what he would do if Kurt said no.

“Yes, Blaine, can you do it now? I want you so bad...” Kurt said, almost in a daze.

“I can stop now, but I'm not sure if I can once I'm inside you...you'll have to control that, to tell me...” Blaine trembled, but now it might be more anticipation than anxiety.

Blaine tried so hard not to, but he was still trembling as he hovered over Kurt. Kurt saw this and pulled his face down so he could kiss him, whining in need as he pushed his tongue into Blaine's mouth, tasting the raspberry.

“Now, Blaine, I want you inside me now,” Kurt babbled, not knowing or caring what was coming out of his mouth as long as it culminated in Blaine being inside of him. Blaine pushed in, as slowly as his body allowed and Kurt held his breath. His eyes got huge and tears began to flow as Blaine tried to pull back – horrified that he hurt Kurt.

Kurt's hand grabbed Blaine's bicep in a death grip, “Don't move a muscle, Blaine. Oh, god...don't push but by god don't pull back out!” Blaine froze. He was terrified he was hurting Kurt, but didn't know how to fix it. Kurt was adamant he didn't pull out, digging his nails into Blaine's arm as he begged him not to pull back. Blaine knew in that instant that he could stay here forever if Kurt needed him to. He took a deep breath, looking at Kurt's terrified eyes.

Kurt felt like a hot steel sword was stabbing through him. He had felt some pain the first time Blaine put his fingers inside him, and there had been some blood, though he never told Blaine. He knew Blaine was big, but he had never anticipated that it would feel like this, so he froze for a few moments that felt like hours.

“Blaine, baby, can you just push a tiny bit, okay?” Kurt stiffened, anticipating the pain. Blaine reached down and began to stroke Kurt's softening cock, pumping slowly to get his mind off of the pain. He kept sliding his hand in all the places he knew made Kurt feel good. Kurt began to relax, the good feeling in his cock alleviating the other pain he felt. Blaine leaned forward to place a kiss on Kurt's swollen lips and pushed in a tiny bit more. Kurt stiffened his muscles, but when there was no more pain, he relaxed. Blaine felt it and pushed a bit more, pulling back now and feeling the lubricant spreading and working to make Kurt slick so he could push in further.

“Blaine...oh, that's better, keep doing that...” Kurt said, beginning to feel the heat and pulsing good feelings radiate into his body.

“Are you okay now, my love? Should I keep going?” Blaine asked, licking across Kurt's collarbone and nibbling on his neck.

“It's feeling good, Blaine...so good,” Kurt was becoming more excited, the pain was gone now, replaced by a throbbing presence he could not describe other than to think it wasn't at all what he expected. When Blaine began to thrust in and pull out, although still slowly, the feeling was so overwhelming he had to close his eyes and stop for a second to catch his breath. He wanted it better for Kurt and moved to angle himself, finally touching the place he sought and was rewarded with Kurt going silent and opening his mouth. He was not a screamer; on the contrary when he came he was absolutely silent, his mouth open in ecstasy, followed by gasping as he tried to catch the breath he had been holding.

“My god, Kurt...you cannot imagine how this feels, so tight, so hot and slick and so you...” He lost what he was saying, lost in pure emotion as he slid in and out, the friction building as he tried to be as gentle as possible while his body begged and demanded that he pound into Kurt with wild abandon. Kurt just stared at him for an instant, trying to read his face in the dark, knowing what Blaine wanted, but afraid it might start hurting again.

He didn't have to think too hard because Blaine found the right angle and the friction increased as Kurt moaned loudly, reaching down to touch himself. Blaine read it in his face and was there first, gripping the hard cock and pumping to the rhythm he had found until Kurt stiffened, a cry starting at the back of his throat and culminating in a gasping sound as he came. Kurt's face was a picture of rapture that sent Blaine's mind into a swirling overload of his senses and the throbbing feeling of Kurt's muscles tightening made Blaine come with spurt after spurt of semen, deep into Kurt – and he could hear choirs of angels singing in his brain.

Blaine looked up at Kurt's face and was rewarded by a look of such pure love he was struck dumb for a moment. He carefully pulled out and dropped to the mattress exhausted and sated. He lay as if dead, his eyes closed and his limbs thrown across the mattress. Kurt was still breathing deeply when he took Blaine in his arms and pulled him close.

“Blaine? Oh, my love...my baby...I ..I...I love you, there just aren't any other words,” Kurt said into Blaine's neck where he had buried his face, never wanting to be anywhere else. Blaine was gripping Kurt just as closely, not speaking because he was still in a state of amazement. Never in life did he expect it to feel like that.

They could hardly breathe, hands grasping for each other to get closer and never let go. It was both everything and nothing that they expected from this night and they hugged close together, rolling onto their sides, still clasped together.

Thirty minutes later they lay, still locked in the same embrace, breathing the same air but now calm and sleepy.

“Kurt, my love...that was...” but Blaine never finished, he just kissed Kurt as tenderly as he ever had, knowing there would never be a moment like this ever again.

“I love you, baby... “ Kurt whispered back.

“We need to get up and clean up, you know,” Blaine said.

“I know.” Kurt answered.

Twenty minutes later....

“Okay, you get the water, I'll change the linen. Deal?” Blaine bargained and Kurt nodded his head. They smiled at each other and pulled apart. As tired as they were, neither boy was sleepy as they went back to clinging together, faces buried in shoulders and whispered love shared between them. Eventually, they came apart, still touching but lying on their backs on the bed. It was dark as the inside of a dog in the cabin except the glow from the fire in the stove as they got up to clean themselves.

“Let's build up the fire in the fireplace and roast marshmallows?” Kurt asked. He'd brought a bag when they came home.

“Grand idea! We can cuddle on the sofa and sing,” Blaine added, pleased with his suggestion.

Kurt was pouring the hot water from the big kettle into a pitcher partially filled with cold water. He had done this so many times by now, it was easy to figure the temperature by just measuring the amount of hot water.

Blaine was removing the soiled linen and stopped dead.

“Kurt? Are you sore?” he asked.

“Ah...well, kind of, but that's to be expected. It isn't that bad,” Kurt replied.

“Kurt, you're bleeding...” Blaine said in a very small and scared voice. “Oh, my god...I've hurt you!”

“No, no, I don't think so...” Kurt moved his leg and felt a drizzle of something warm and wet down his leg. He swiped his hand along his inner thigh and pulled it up, smeared with blood.

“Kurt!” Blaine said, rushing to Kurt's side and picking him up to set him down on the bed. He sat beside him and reached for the damp cloth Kurt was holding. “Lay across my lap, Kurt, I need to see...”

Kurt complied and Blaine, as gently as he could, parted Kurt's cheeks to find the source of the blood. There seemed to be a lot, so he used the cloth to clean it, Kurt wincing as he did it. There was a very small tear at the edge of Kurt's hole. It wasn't bad, but it was bleeding more than Blaine thought it should. Blaine tried and failed to take a breath. He closed his eyes, knowing he had to stay calm, it was not a terrible thing, just a small place that would heal quickly.

“Oh, my god, Kurt. I've torn you!” he was so upset, not sure for a moment what to do.

“Blaine, get a hold of yourself. I think it's okay. I read this can happen, especially the first time. It needs to be cleaned and a hot compress applied when the bleeding stops...” Kurt said, trying for calm because he'd read that sometimes it could get infected or require surgery. He rolled off of Blaine's lap and Blaine got up to get the things he needed. Blaine went to the cupboard to find the antibiotic ointment he kept for cuts.

Back on the bed, Kurt once again laid across Blaine's lap and this time Blaine cleaned the tear, seeing how small it was, but worried just the same. He put some ointment on his finger and spread it across the tear. Kurt sighed, that made it sting less.

“There, better?” Blaine asked and Kurt nodded. Blaine leaned forward and kissed the smooth cheek in front of him.

“I think you'll be okay, Kurt, but I feel awful. I thought I was being careful...” Blaine looked down, guilt written all over his face.

“No...Blaine it was not your fault. I'm fine, this happens all the time. We just have to be careful for a while. Okay?” Kurt soothed. “Now, lets get washed up and go toast some marshmallows!”

Blaine finished putting clean linen on the bed and went to sit next to Kurt. They were both wearing their thermals, the weather a bit cold that evening. Cuddled together on the settee, eating sticky marshmallows and kissing the remains of those marshmallows from each others' lips, there was such a calm and loving feeling that the boys wished it would last forever.

“Babe,” Blaine said, picking his head up off of where it was cradled against Kurt's chest, “Are you hungry?”

“Yeah, I was just thinking we could get something else to eat. There's some of that quiche I made for dinner yesterday. Does that sound good?” Kurt suggested. He was more sore than he thought he would be, and didn't really want to get up.

“I can get it. You stay right there and rest. Are you feeling better?” Blaine was worried about the tear. He wanted to look again to be sure it had stopped bleeding, but he was hesitant to ask Kurt to let him. Kurt would just call him a mother hen and scoff at this.

“Just a general kind of soreness, but really I'm fine. I could go for round two,” he said in a cheeky voice.

“Right...so, dinner in bed then?” he asked, although it was a foregone conclusion. Blaine got up and set the egg pie on the back of the stove to warm up a bit. He got some lettuce and tomatoes, olives and cucumbers, a few other ingredients and made a salad, then brewed some tea.

They ate in companionable silence, gazing at each other. Every once in a while one would get a certain look on their face and they would both giggle. Kurt was still tired from everything they had done that day, plus the roller coaster of emotions they had both experienced made him feel wrung out.

“Hey, Blaine, do you want to bed down the goats or feed Jay?” Kurt asked, thinking they needed to get their chores done so they could go to sleep.

“I'll get the goats. Just wait here in bed, I can bring Jay Squirrel over and you won't even have to get up.”

“Thanks, Blaine. I owe you...you spoil me too much. Not that I'm complaining, mind you,” Kurt grinned a little. Blaine fixed the formula for the baby squirrel, bringing the things to the bed and setting them down. He returned with the little squirrel in his hands, that look of love and care etched on his face. Kurt's heart gave a large jump, but he recovered and held out his hands for the little guy.

Re-wrapping him in the piece of warm flannel, Kurt took the eyedropper and began to feed their little charge the egg and milk mixture. Blaine left to tend the goats.

“Did you see Daddy?” Kurt spoke to the squirrel, “Isn't he handsome? Yes, I know. And he has the biggest heart, always so generous and kind to us, isn't he?”

The little animal must have agreed because Kurt didn't hear any argument.

“We love Daddy Blaine, don't we? Yes, and one day I'll be holding our own little son or daughter with curly black hair that looks just like daddy's, and big hazel eyes for us to fall in love with, and it will be the very best day that ever happened, won't it?” Kurt crooned to baby Jay, smiling.

Blaine had come back in the cabin, unbeknownst to Kurt, and heard him chatting with the animal. It brought a smile to his lips, thinking of the day they could have their own baby to love. He sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out a hand to cup Kurt's cheek.

“I love you, Kurt, and I can hardly wait for that day. I want it for us, to have a family,” he whispered as he kissed Kurt on the neck, hiding his face so Kurt couldn't see the want and desire in his eyes when he thought of having a baby with Kurt.

Little Jay was wriggling in Kurt's hands, objecting to being held so tightly and Kurt relaxed a bit. He filled the eyedropper again and fed the baby another dropperful.

“How many kids are you thinking about?” Blaine asked, trying to sound casual. It didn't matter to him very much, one was fine and ten was equally fine. Maybe two, one from Kurt and one from him? He would see what Kurt thought about that first.

“Oh, I don't know. I did just fine being an only child, and I was fine when my dad married Carole and we got Finn – well, eventually anyway. I can't say those first few months of adjustment were easy,” Kurt laughed.

“We have a long time to think about it, though, don't we? I always wanted to get through school first. I also wanted to talk to you about schooling, if you're up for a chat tonight?” Kurt looked hopeful. He didn't know if it was appropriate, but he really wanted to open a discussion about their college and careers.

“Never a problem, Kurt. What's on your mind?” Blaine asked.

“Well, I got into the school on a music scholarship, but I might add design to that. I've always been fascinated with design and whether it is in fashion or industry, I want to talk with a school career counselor about it. If you're going to be traipsing through the back county, I don't feel as though my place is in New York with the pigeons on Broadway. Here, flying with the eagles sounds more our style, doesn't it?” Kurt posed his idea and Blaine gave it careful thought before answering.

“Kurt, we are good together, and I think a large part of why we are good together is that we respect each other as individuals. Yes, I want to study forestry, but only because I love being here. I cannot fathom what I would do anywhere else. I don't want to live in a big city, or even a small city. I like the forest, or someplace that is still a bit wild. I think studying forestry and conservation will give me a goal in life, something to work for. Kurt, I also want you to know that if that would take me away from you? I'd give it up. You are more important to me than anything,” Blaine concluded, looking at Kurt to see his reaction.

“Oh, Blaine. I do understand. I used to want to sing on the stage and make thousands of people clap their hands and show me they appreciate me. Living with you, here in this wilderness, has shown me that while there is nothing wrong with that goal in life, it isn't the real me. I care about where we live, I love it here, and if living here with you is going to be what I want in life, then so be it. I can always sing to you...and our children....and doing something that will make a difference for our children and the place they live is a much better goal. I want to be here, with you, Blaine. So, after the first year of the music scholarship, I am going to look into what else they offer,” Kurt planned. He was feeling good about his choices, and now even better as Blaine smiled at him and brought him closer for a kiss.

“We're gonna be unbeatable, my love,” Blaine cooed, stroking down Kurt's cheek as he gave him a tender kiss.

“Yeah.....” Kurt returned, handing the baby squirrel to Blaine to put to bed in its nest.

The boys had spent so many nights tangled together in the bed over the past months, but that night it was different. They had changed somehow with the advent of their relationship reaching that new level, or perhaps it was talking about their goals in life and making room for two dreams. They were still intertwined physically, making Kurt as comfortable as possible with his bad leg, but the emotional connection had changed the entire dynamic and although there wasn't a difference in the way they looked, the connection between Kurt and Blaine had been made deeper. They both had the best, deepest, most dreamless sleep either of them had enjoyed since they were children.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The next day, Kurt awoke alone in the cold bed, a note pinned to Blaine's pillow.

“Kurt, I had to go to Mr. Warner's house on an errand. I'll be back soon. Love you.”

Mr. Warner's house? Kurt wasn't sure what that meant, but that was all the note said, so he got up and shuffled around, very gingerly because of his ...ah...injury. He would feel better when Blaine got back, and put off getting dressed when he saw fresh blood on the sheets when he sat to change his shirt.

A bark announced Blaine's return as he hurried in the cabin, Lenore on his heels. He looked up, realized who it was and swept the blanket over his naked legs and the offending spot on the sheet.

“Lenore, good morning,” Kurt said, “and Blaine...is everything okay?”

“Kurt, can you get dressed? We need to pack you a bag,” Blaine said, sitting close to him and taking him into his arms. He looked worried and it was beginning to scare Kurt. It was worse when Lenore sat down on the other side of him and took his hand.

“You are not to worry. Just get ready and Daddy's helicopter will be here in half an hour to pick up you up,” Lenore said, looking straight into Kurt's eyes with sober concern. She touched his cheek with her fingers, giving him an encouraging smile. “I'm going over to the cook house to get some things, and we can meet there in about twenty minutes.” She got up and slipped back out the door, Balto right behind her.

Kurt looked in confusion to Blaine, who was pale and holding Kurt's other hand in a death grip.

“Blaine, explain...?” Kurt asked.

“I will do my best, some of it is confusing still. Lenore came to get us this morning, Finn had called the satellite phone. You were so sound asleep, and I was worried about you walking so far right now, so I told her to let you sleep.”

“Blaine, get to it...what is going on? Is it Finn?” Kurt demanded, getting scared.

“No. It's your dad. He had another heart attack. He is in the hospital, but doing okay. They said he is stable. I spoke to Finn and Carole both, and they assured me Burt is doing well, but they knew you would want to be there. Lenore's dad is sending you on the helicopter and Finn is meeting you at the airport. Are you going to be okay?” Blaine asked.

Kurt looked at him, stunned.

“My dad? You're sure he's stable?” Kurt asked, terrified.

“Yes, both Finn and Carole told me that. He has the best medical care they could find. They are both with Burt right now. Okay?”

But...but..you're going with me, aren't you?” Kurt was turning deathly pale with fright and Blaine took him in his arms.

“I can't, Kurt. We couldn't get a ticket for me right now. I will come as soon as it can be arranged, so you are going to have to be strong. You can do this, your father needs you, baby. You need to go to him,” Blaine explained, each word killing him to say it to Kurt. He wanted to go with him, needed to be there, but time was of the utmost importance here and they had none to waste. With a heavy heart, Blaine pulled back the blankets to help Kurt get dressed and get the brace on his leg. He started to get up when he saw the blood stains on the bed and gasped.

“Oh, my stars, Kurt...are you okay? Oh....” Blaine was on the edge of panic, now not sure if Kurt could even walk all the way to the helipad by the cook house. “Here, I need to see how bad it is.”

Kurt lay across Blaine's lap one more time. Blaine, as gentle as he could be, parted Kurt's cheeks to see the tear. It was crusted with blood, but did not look infected or as if it would break open again. Blaine applied the ointment and helped Kurt get ready, fitting the brace on his leg.

They were ready in record time, walking slowly to the cook house to meet Mr. Warner.

“There you are, the helicopter is about to land. Do you have everything? Toiletries, wallet...oh, and this is for you,” he said, slipping an envelope in his carry-on. “Okay, you are landing in Eugene and need to be on the concourse by eleven fifteen to catch the plane to Seattle. They are holding your ticket at the counter, so you can board immediately. Okay? It is in your name, so no worries as long as you have your ID.”

Kurt was in a daze, but something was weird. He stood still as he heard the helicopter approach, then turned to Mr. Warner, “Wait! Seattle? Why am I flying to Seattle? Is that the only connection you could get for me to get to Ohio?”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you. Your dad isn't in Ohio...Finn called from Seattle. He is picking you up at the airport in Seattle.”

“What?” Kurt yelled, but was drowned out by the noise of the helicopter.

Suddenly Blaine was in his arms, kissing him and holding him close for an instant. He got right up to his ear and said, “I'll be there as soon as we can book a ticket. Keep your cell on, I'll call you. I love you Kurt, with all my heart.”

Kurt was lifted into the helicopter, belted in and was flying over the trees before he could get a handle on everything. What the hell was his dad doing in Seattle?