“Blaine? Blaine!” Kurt yelled,

“What happened?” Kurt shouted, panicked as he felt for Blaine's pulse in his neck, relieved to find it strong and even. Sasha was on her knees, her coat was still on and dragging on the floor as she held Blaine's hand, patting it as though that would bring him back to consciousness.

“I don't know...he opened the door and before I could say hello, he had fainted,” Sasha said, looking very worried.

Blaine had opened his eyes by now, looking very confused, but locked his gaze on Kurt's face.

“It's okay, baby, let me get you to the sofa. Do you know what happened?” he asked Blaine as he lifted him into his arms for a minute before helping him over to the sofa in the suite. He settled Blaine down and turned to see that Sasha was still kneeling on the floor.

“Sasha? Do you need some help?” Kurt asked, moving back to her and offering his hand. She grasped it, tugging a bit to keep her balance as she got awkwardly to her feet. She stood a minute, turned half away from Kurt before she was steady, then turning towards him and starting to remove her heavy coat. Kurt just stared. His hands went out to her to steady her on her feet before dropping to his sides.

First thought: Sasha was pregnant. Very pregnant. Last time he had seen her, she was slim bordering on skinny and now...

His second thought was: Blaine!

Kurt nodded at Sasha to follow and ran back to the sofa where Blaine had turned to face the back of the sofa, his shoulders shaking with sobs. This was a mess.

“Do you want me to leave? I'm so sorry, Blaine, I thought Cooper told you...” Sasha said very reluctantly. She wanted to beg and shout, to grovel and ask Blaine not to throw her out, but she knew none of that would do any good at all. There was pain that was in her, made up of guilt and regret that was shaped like a tiny boy she had held only once...and she needed to resolve it some way.

“No. Don't leave, Sasha, I'll be okay in a moment. Kurt? Hold me, please?” Blaine begged and Kurt was right there, gathering Blaine into his embrace as he pushed the curls out of Blaine's eyes and kissed his cheek.

It took a few minutes, but Blaine was able to get himself together and sat up.

“Sorry, I was overwhelmed for a moment...Sasha? Want to tell me something?” Blaine asked, looking at Sasha.

“I thought Cooper told you. Now I feel terrible, Blaine. I would never have sprung this on you, I hope you know. This must be a shock, honey,” she said.

“How far along?” Kurt asked.

“Six months,” Sasha answered and Blaine cringed.

“Wow, you didn't waste any time, did you? What was it...the first day?” Blaine said with icy sarcasm worthy of Kurt.

“Ah, Blaine, I don't want to talk about that. But, yes, it's Cooper's baby. We didn't get a chance to raise you, but this time we will.”

“Well, nice you have a redo, isn't it? Sorry I didn't work out for you, but now you have a fresh start,” Blaine said, and tears began to run down Sasha's face.

Blaine just sat there, staring at Sasha. He didn't know if this was okay, if this was just some selfish thing they were indulging in, if he was the mistake and now they would have a real baby? The awful thoughts kept swimming around in his brain, causing him to feel terrible and confused. But this time he was determined to finish the conversation. He gripped Kurt's hand even tighter for a second, then relaxed so he wouldn't hurt him. Kurt's hand came up behind him to card through the curls on his neck. Sasha took a deep breath and to her credit, she didn't turn away.

“So....you and Cooper are...??” he wanted to give her every chance to explain herself.

“He found me that day, the day before I saw you... and I had given up. Your grandparents told me you were dead and I felt so much guilt. I was just....I don't know. But then Cooper came back. I had never stopped loving him. I know you must think it's crazy, but he was my life. Then after all that time, he was back.” Sasha wiped her eyes and Kurt offered her a tissue.

“Are you together now? because Coop hasn't mentioned that to me,” Blaine said, looking skeptical.

“Yes, he moved in with me a week after I last saw you, but I can see it's tearing him apart that you don't know. He wants to tell you, but he thinks you might not be able to take it, with all you've gone through. Blaine, we did not do this to hurt you. I love Cooper and I always have. We're happy together after being denied by his parents for so many years. It is in some ways like a new start, but we both want you to be a part of that,” she said, reaching to take Blaine's hand, but he jerked it away.

“Sorry? How can you be sorry after you just basically raped my father, threw me to the wolves and disappeared for the rest of my life while the Andersons tortured me?” Blaine shouted. Kurt understood what he was saying and put a protective arm around his irate boyfriend.

Sasha just sat there.

“I made mistakes, Blaine. I fell in love with Cooper. He was six years younger than I am, but we were in love. Then, when his mother threatened me, I was scared...for you. I wanted you to at least grow up with Cooper, to know him because he is the best parts of you, he loved you. But surely you know that? The Anderson's kept me away with blackmail, with threats, and with lies, and I was naive enough to believe them. I regret what I did, but I can be thankful you at least knew Cooper. You didn't have a family life - at least not a good one, so when we discovered we are having a baby, we thought it might make up for some of the bad things. Do you think it might?” Sasha asked.

“I don't know. I need time to process all of this. To think about Cooper keeping this from me. To think about a lot of things, Sasha. Give me time,” Blaine said, closing his eyes to concentrate, to think what to do now, to think about how he was actually feeling. Kurt was getting worried, and he tightened his hold around Blaine's waist. It was as though he was holding Blaine from exploding into a million pieces. Kurt wanted to prevent that, but he also knew Blaine had to get it all off his chest – the anger, the confusion and everything he was feeling about Sasha right now.

Sasha looked pained for a moment and her hand went to her belly as she leaned over to ease some inner turmoil.

“Sasha? Are you okay?” Kurt asked, getting a little worried. She had dropped to her knees when Blaine fainted and now...what if something was wrong?

“I'm okay. The baby is just kicking. Just like you did, Blaine. A really strong kicker,” she smiled.

Blaine's eyes got big. He had never been near anyone that was pregnant, and suddenly the thought that this baby would be his brother or sister hit home. Not an adopted one, not a half-sibling, but a full-blooded brother or sister. He wanted in the worst way to touch Sasha's stomach, to feel this tiny bit of human kick, to bond somehow with it and tell it that he was its brother and he would protect it.

“Sasha?” he asked, but it was so soft that only Kurt heard him and put his hand to Blaine's shoulder to let him know he was there.

Blaine coughed. “Sasha?” he asked a little louder. She looked at him. “Can I?” he asked, nodding at the rumbling movement in her belly.

“Of course you can. Here, give me your hand,” she offered and he put out his hand. She guided it to her belly, moving his fingers so they were stretched out and placed it on the place the baby was kicking.

His eyes got even wider. “Oh...my..stars..Kurt, the baby …..I can feel it moving,” Blaine said, his face full of wonder. He pulled his hand back quickly, not wanting Sasha to get the wrong idea, that he somehow approved of this - because he didn't. But the sparkle didn't leave his eyes.

“Well, Blaine, where do we go from here?” she asked, a hurt look in her eye, no doubt imagining Blaine shutting her out once again.

“Ah, I think I'm okay for now. I'm angry for everything that happened in my life...things I cannot get back. I'm having difficulty with what you did to Cooper, no matter how many times you or he says it was consensual, it was still rape in my mind,” Blaine spewed out, the bitterness sharp on his tongue.

Sasha sat still. She knew what it was, but had never come to terms with her guilt in the matter, or she believed she had been made to suffer because of her mistake already.

“Blaine, I know you are having trouble believing we could have been in love. In the same way your grandparents could never believe you love another boy. But you do love Kurt, and I accept that. Maybe you could try to be a little more open minded?” she asked, tired of being painted the villain.

“You cannot compare the two at all!” This time it was Kurt that shouted his indignation. “How could having sex with a child compare to having a relationship between two boys? Oh, my stars, how ignorant are you?” he said, breathing fast and trying desperately to calm down his temper.

“You're right, that was entirely unfair. I apologize, Kurt. And Blaine. It is not a valid comparison, but I did love Cooper, I do love Cooper. I admit I made a mistake, one I've spent my entire life being punished for. What do you want me to do? Leave now, and break your father's heart again? Spend the rest of my life in exile, never allowing myself to be happy again because of a mistake I made when I was a teenager? Tell me what to do, Blaine, and I'll do it,” Sasha said, sounding desperate and sobbing into her handkerchief. Her long red curls were a mess, her make-up was smeared and her eyes were swollen.

“I don't know. I don't hate you, Sasha. I can't call you 'Mom' or anything like that, you were never a mother to me. But I think we might find a way to get along, I'm willing to try. Just not tonight. I'm so tired,” Blaine said in a soft voice, then turned to bury his face in Kurt's neck again. He was safe with Kurt. He didn't cry again, just sat still, letting Kurt rub his back and comb through his curls. Sasha watched, more than a little envious that Kurt was able to be that for Blaine when she was not. But in her heart, she was grateful Blaine had Kurt.

Sasha stayed where she was. She didn't want to just leave, so she waited for Blaine to calm down. After a while, Blaine sat up, turning to see Sasha, but never letting go of Kurt for a moment. Blaine looked calmer and Kurt was grateful for that. He hadn't held out much hope of the two getting over the obstacles in their lives, but maybe this little baby was sent to heal them.

Blaine's phone was vibrating once again and he realized he had never answered Cooper's messages from earlier. He picked it up and pushed the green button. Cooper's voice came shouting through the phone.

“Blaine! Oh, thank goodness you answered...have you talked to Sasha yet? I have to tell you something and it can't wait...can I come to where you are? Are you in Columbus? Oh, Blaine...I've made a terrible mistake and I need to tell you right now....”

“Coop. STOP. I am sitting with her right now. Ah, was there something you wanted to mention?” Blaine was going to give him a hard time.

“Yes...I wanted to tell you, but you were so upset when you last saw her and I felt guilty I'd forced you into seeing her and....what? She's sitting there? Ah...”

“Cooper. Calm down. It was a bit of a shock, I must say. Actually, I took one look at that belly and fainted. But we've talked and we're okay for now. Where are you?” Blaine asked.

“I'm driving around Columbus looking for your car,” Cooper confessed.

“Well, I'll text you the address and you can come here,” Blaine offered.

Kurt answered the knock at the door and let Cooper in. Coop ran to Blaine's side, throwing his arms around the boy and dissolved in tears.

“Oh, Blaine, I'm so sorry. I wanted so much to tell you, but I was a coward and I didn't know how,” he sobbed into his son's shoulder.

Blaine put his arms around his father.

“It's okay now. We've talked. I got to feel the baby move,” he smiled a small smile at Cooper.

“Oh...I never got to feel you kicking, Blaine, and this is so unreal. I'm so happy, but I was also so worried about how you would take it. Are you...are you okay about it?” Cooper asked.

“A little late to be asking that now, isn't it?” Kurt murmured and earned a scowl from Cooper.

“I will be fine. Give me some time. But, am I happy to be getting a sister or brother? Yes, I am,” he said.

“Should we tell him?” Sasha asked Cooper, and he nodded.

“You are going to have a baby sister, Blaine. It's a girl.” Sasha smiled.

“A girl?” Blaine just beamed. He used to think about having a baby sister to play with and take care of, but that was just a childish dream. Now that it was going to be a reality, he was overjoyed. He kissed Kurt, smiling and bouncing in his seat a bit and Kurt smiled back at him.

“Are you going to live here in Columbus?” he asked, suddenly thinking it was important to be near Sasha.

“Actually, we will at first. She is due in January. But you and Kurt are going to go to college in New York, right?” Coop asked.

“Yes, that's the plan. We've already applied to several colleges there,” Blaine said.

“I think we will move to New York in the fall then, and be closer to you. I know you were screwed out of being a real family before, but all your mother and I want is for us to be a real family.” Cooper said, reaching over to hold Blaine's hand once again.

“We can try,” he said, not holding out much hope, but smiled first at Cooper, then at Sasha.

“It's getting late, maybe we should end this now and we can get together in the next week?” Sasha asked, trying to stifle a yawn.

“Okay. I'd like that,” Blaine said.

They all said their goodbyes and Cooper held Blaine in his arms for a long time before following Sasha down the hall. Blaine sighed, then walked back to Kurt in the hotel suite and sat next to him on the sofa.

“We can drive home tonight, Blaine, or, since we have the room for the night, we could just stay here?” Kurt asked.

“I'm fine with staying here, Kurt. It's a long drive and it's late. I'm exhausted after all that.”

“What are you feeling now?” Kurt asked.

“I honestly don't know. I'm angry, but that is sort of fading. I do understand what happened. I just cannot reconcile this in my head. How could Sasha justify what she's done? Cooper was an eleven year old child, and whether he was consenting or not, she was six years older and should have known better. What she did amounts to rape, and how can I condone that? I know Cooper is okay with it, but.....I'm just not. I'm confused, but that's something that will come with time. I'm excited I'm going to have a baby sister, but I just don't know,” Blaine said, shaking his head.

“I'm happy for you, Bee, about the sister part anyway. I think you will make the best big brother,” Kurt grinned, but then got serious. “I don't know what to say about Sasha. Yes, she should have known better, and I just don't know if you can sweep what she did under the rug. One part of me thinks you should let it go. Cooper was the victim, but he clearly doesn't see himself as a victim. He does appear to be happy, which is something he hasn't been for so many years, so...” Kurt stopped there, not wanting to influence Blaine one way or the other.

“Oh, Blaine. What a cluster-fuck,” Kurt said, dropping his face into his hands.

“What?” Blaine looked at him, astonished. Kurt was not one to use foul language when something creative would work. Blaine recalled distinctly the day Kurt, having gotten a slushie when he was wearing a cream colored sweater call the offending jock “Colostomy Seepage”. The fool didn't even know he'd been insulted until Coach Sylvester was seen to be clapping in appreciation down the hall, a grin on her face as she pretended not to have heard.

“Blaine, this is just a mess. I don't feel right about any of it, but I want it to be right for you. I think you are patience personified for keeping your temper and your comments to yourself, but don't you just want to kick something?”

“Oh, Kurt, you have no idea. You are so lucky to have Burt as your father. So damn lucky,” Blaine said, shaking his head at the futileness of it all.

“I don't want to say anything, Blaine, and make things worse for you – and more than that, honey, I don't want you to feel bad because of anything I might say about it. I think in this case, I better keep my mouth shut, don't you think? Just to keep the peace?” Kurt reasoned.

“Kurt, while it is true that you can go a bit...ah, overboard in your opinions,” Blaine ducked expertly as Kurt threw a pillow from the sofa at him, “the truth is that I value your opinion. I am not going to be upset at what you might say, and candidly? I could use some perspective on this whole thing.”

“Okay. First, know that I love Cooper. I am so happy that he is your father. He had obviously loved you his whole life and if he's having some issues with making the brother-to-brother dynamic change smoothly to the father-to-son dynamic, nobody can fault him because he's trying with his whole heart.

“As for Sasha, Well, I might be a bit different in my assessment of her. She was older than Coop and while that might make most people think she is the one at fault, I don't agree. They were both responsible, as much as a person of that age could be. I started out being angry at her, but after hearing her side of it? I don't know. I do believe that even if she was wrong, she has paid for her mistake. She had you taken from her, and she has spent the rest of her life feeling she wasn't good enough for anyone else. I know that feeling, Blaine.

“I don't want to influence you or tell you how to think, but I'd like to plant a seed. Think about how this will all end up. Do you want to just be angry at her for the rest of your life, pushing away two people who love you? Yes, you'll have me. Always, baby,” Kurt looked at Blaine's eyes and thumbed across his cheek in adoration. “But do you want to give up any chance at having some sort of parental relationship with them? Is it worth nursing your indignation?

“Plus, that baby girl is going to need her brother. Don't you think?” Kurt kissed him on his cheek this time, putting his finger on Blaine's chin to tilt his head up. He raised his eyebrows in question.

“You're right, Kurt. I can bury my animosity. I want it to be okay between Cooper and me again. I want to be a good brother to the baby. And, as long as I'm confessing, after listening to you...I do want to develop something between Sasha and me. Thank you, my love, for seeing into my heart once again and telling what you see. I do love you.”

They sat and talked for a while, but nothing was solved and the conversation faded.

They slipped out of their clothes, putting on their pajamas and got into bed. It was the thing they had both needed most... rest and silence, shared love and each other. Kurt was the big spoon, holding Blaine close and kissing his neck.

“Blaine?” Kurt asked, holding him close and playing with his fingers as they held hands.

“Yeah?”

“We've talked about getting married one day,” Kurt said softly.

“Yes, we have. I keep thinking it's a long way off, that it doesn't matter because of what we already have. But we're going to be graduating soon, and then hopefully off to New York. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Kurt,” Blaine said, looking over at Kurt's blue-gray eyes as they cuddled under the blankets.

“I want the same thing, love. Have you given any thought to having children?” Kurt asked.

“Sort of abstractly, I can see us walking through Central Park with a golden retriever on a leash and a baby in a pram. But other than slight daydream glimpses like that, no - not really.”

“So, you have given it a little thought, then? I mean.....I know we have college to get through first, and careers to establish, but one day?”

“I think I do, Kurt. With you. I think you'd be a great dad, like Burt. You have all the right instincts, all the right role models, I just think you'll be perfect,” Blaine said, barely above a whisper. He brought Kurt's hand up to his mouth and kissed it, settling their hands back down between them as he sighed.

“What about you, Blaine? I think you would, too. You are funny and formal, giggly and deadpan serious, and you love like nobody I've ever seen,” Kurt told him. Blaine's eyes got big.

“Kurt, what does making love have to do with this...well, other than the obvious, which with us will involve surrogates and petri dishes?” Blaine asked.

“I don't mean MAKING love, although you do that like there's a prize to be won, but you love the people you love with such passion. You know I love you with all my heart, Blaine, but I don't love with that burning passion that you do. This sounds cliché, but your heart is on fire when it comes to the people you love, do you know how rare that is? I'm in awe of it,” Kurt said, a whisper in Blaine's ear as Kurt kissed up his neck and then along his jaw. “I'm in love with the most passionate person I've ever met, and I feel so damned lucky to have you, baby. Damned lucky.”

Blaine snuggled his nose in Kurt's sweet-smelling neck and tried not to smile, but the words of praise made him feel lighthearted and happy. He never heard them before he met Kurt, and now they fell from Kurt's mouth in a never-ending spill. Blaine didn't want to think of himself as vulnerable to sweet talk, but in this case, Kurt could make him believe anything.

“Blaine, are you really tired?” Kurt asked.

“Yes, but it's mentally tired. It's tired of struggling with each new thing that hits me, and the hits just keep on coming, as they say. My whole life is just a string of misadventure and strange circumstances worthy of a soap opera. I'm the poster child for Murphy's Law! But there is one constant in my life that makes it all worth it. You, my love,” Blaine finished, kissing Kurt softly, “Always you.”

Kurt responded by kissing back, tugging Blaine closer and continuing to kiss him. He unbuttoned the pajama shirt, and when he removed the sleeve, he took Blaine's hand and held it up, mouthing kisses on the tender skin of the inside of his wrist. He ran his hands down Blaine's back, always gentle, soft as he kept removing each piece of clothing. As he took off each piece, he smoothed Blaine's skin, kissing and mouthing as he went, making love to every part of his boyfriend. By the time everything was removed, Blaine was lying back in the bed, groaning as the pleasure continued. Each inch of warm skin uncovered was a cause of celebration for Kurt. The golden tan color of his skin was so beautiful with the rosy blush as Kurt whispered to him, the silky black curls were soft and luxurious.

“Blaine, you are the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life,” Kurt whispered into his ear, licking around the shell and under the lobe, trailing down to lap at his jaw. Blaine closed his eyes, just drinking in the feel of Kurt's warm, soft tongue.

“Take off your pajamas, Kurt. I want to see you naked,” Blaine said back to him, running his finger down Kurt's chest where his shirt was already open, showing his toned muscles. There was no hesitation as Kurt got up, sliding his pants down and then removing his jockey shorts. Blaine looked across the bed, as if seeing Kurt's body for the first time. Ah, the first time he had seen Kurt's body. He liked that thought so much, he closed his eyes and brought that memory into focus. He had been so scared, wanting to run or hide or something. Spending his early pubescent years alone in the attic, he had no reference to how to do the whole intimate relationship dance. He felt awkward and stupid whenever he even thought about it.

Then came Kurt, and although Blaine was still apprehensive, Kurt made it feel okay. He never laughed at him, never made Blaine the butt of the joke, even when things were uncomfortable, and Blaine was so thankful for that. He had wanted to touch Kurt, to feel his skin and see him – all of him. Blaine had never had the experience of being in a locker room or anywhere else he might have seen a naked boy, so he tended to stare when he caught a glimpse of Kurt. Kurt could have been upset at that, could have made Blaine feel bad or nervous, but he never did. He didn't say much about it, not wanting to make matters worse by over talking the situation, but Blaine noticed he left the light on more often when he changed his clothes at night, after Blaine mentioned it. Kurt would get up in the morning and get ready for his shower, but he stripped down in the bedroom, not the bathroom with the door closed. He would nonchalantly walk around, looking for his outfit for the day, bending and stretching in full view of Blaine. If someone else had done it, Blaine might have thought it was seduction, but he just knew that when Kurt did it, it was to make Blaine feel more comfortable with his own body.

Not that Kurt's naked body didn't make Blaine feel those things. He often stayed under the cover of the blankets because looking at the long limbs, the easy grace, the toned muscles, and beautiful cock of Kurt's body would bring thoughts of what it would feel like to touch, to feel, to taste and Blaine simply could not hide the hard erection he got when thinking those thoughts about Kurt. After months of this, he began to think Kurt had changed, that now it was a tiny bit of teasing along with making Blaine less self-conscious.

Kurt started removing his pajamas before he got out of bed, snuggling his bare skin close to Blaine, holding him tight some mornings before going to take his shower. On those days, Blaine could plainly see Kurt's erection as he made his way to the bathroom, holding his clothes in his hands and walking with that easy grace that defined everything Kurt did.

Blaine opened his eyes, finding Kurt looking at him curiously.

“Is everything okay, Bee? It looked like you were a million miles away from me,” Kurt said, frown lines wrinkling his forehead.

“No, just thanking the stars that I have you, Kurt, to be with me, to keep me grounded, to love me. I must be the luckiest person on earth,” Blaine smiled up at his shining superstar and the sun broke out, in the form of Kurt's smile as he lay back down on the bed next to the boy he loved with all of his heart.

“Maybe we're both lucky, Blaine. I know I feel that way, that I'm the luckiest person on earth to have you in my life. And I never want to let you go, baby, never.” Kurt smiled at Blaine, taking his hand once again to take up kissing the inside of his wrist and trail up the inside of his arm until the shivers and goose bumps were covering Blaine's arms and chest, whining to get closer to Kurt so he could nibble on his neck. It was often these tiny things, the small caress of the back of his knee, a breath in his ear, the feel of warm fingertips touching his as they woke from a nap in each other's arms...these small things that meant the most to Blaine and to Kurt.

Of course Blaine knew important things such as Kurt preferred that Blaine not pump his cock when he was bottoming until he had established the rhythm. But it almost meant more that Blaine knew the tiny things, like that all he had to do was blow his breath over Kurt's nipple after an orgasm to get him to moan in pleasure, he was so sensitive. Maybe it was being together for two years that made them know these things about each other, but Blaine thought it was because they really cared to find these things out. That might be the whole thing, actually. Blaine divided love into two parts: care and lust. In his mind, both were central to the whole. He cared about Kurt, about his physical, mental and spiritual well-being. He wanted Kurt to be happy, to have the tools to achieve his goals in life, and he wanted to be a part of that, every day. The flip side was lust, and boy did he lust after Kurt. It only took the sound of Kurt's voice in the morning to make Blaine hard as a brass rod. Thinking about Kurt's body, his hands on him, his breath close, his eyes holding Blaine's like a vise, for Blaine to lose his mind and bury himself in thoughts of Kurt. He took a deep breath to stop analyzing everything and just give himself up to what was happening right at that moment.

Kurt was moving from gently stroking Blaine to rubbing and Blaine was enjoying it. He loved Kurt's hands, how soft they were, how talented they were when it came to finding the places that turned Blaine on, how Kurt could work his hands and tongue in conjunction to make each touch a hundred times better. Kurt was doing that right now, and Blaine was sighing and moaning as the pleasure was building, ever so slowly, and he needed to touch Kurt back. Bringing his elbow underneath to give him leverage, he gently pushed Kurt down on his back and nuzzled his nose in the closest part of his boyfriend – his navel. He rubbed his cheek across the toned abs, stroking up his thigh as he moved closer and took Kurt into his mouth, swirling his tongue and letting Kurt thrust forward in reflex to push down his throat. His fingers moved from Kurt's thigh to gently spread his legs a little farther apart, granting access to softly caress and fondle his balls. Kurt moaned, shaking a little as his mind caught up with Blaine's actions.

Rolling over for better logistics, Blaine took a pillow from the head of the bed and helped Kurt place it under the small of his back and another under his ass. Blaine moved Kurt's legs again, and taking Kurt's cock in hand, began to massage it, using a firm grip while he licked down to his balls, taking one into his mouth and moving it with his tongue, very gently before doing the second one. Kurt was humming as the tiny sparks of pleasure were stirring, tightening his muscles and closing his eyes. Blaine adjusted and licked behind the ball sac, his tongue wide and flat, applying just the right amount of pressure to bring a deep moan from Kurt. Grasping his cheeks and fondling them as he licked, Blaine reached his tongue to lap over his entrance, knowing this drove Kurt to wild extremes. Sure enough, Kurt began to squirm and squeal, forcing Blaine to hold him down tightly as he continued to lick and massage the tender and sensitive place with his warm, wet tongue.

“Blaine..oh, you know what that does to me,” Kurt whined, trying to hold still but failing miserably. Blaine stopped for a brief second.

“I do. That's why I'm doing it,” he said, grinning.

“Ahhhh...Blaine,” Kurt sighed, wondering if his heart might pound through his chest. Blaine usually did this for a few moments, often intent on the next phase, but not tonight. He licked and caressed like he was never going to stop, and Kurt had never found anything to be so erotic. Blaine changed his technique, now pointing his tongue and pushing inside while Kurt whined and squealed, panting with lust and desire. Blaine moved back to concentrating on the skin behind his balls for a moment, then taking his cock in and back to the pink asterisk that elicited so much feeling. It went on until Kurt was just undone, lying panting on the bed and unable to shriek anymore.

Blaine had brought along their new favorite lube, Boy Butter, and he dipped his fingers into the little container he'd set out on the bed. He wasn't about to let Kurt get his breath back. He leaned forward, taking Kurt's mouth and kissing him deeply until Kurt responded with an urgency he hadn't felt in a long time.

“Kurt, baby, what do you want? Do you want me to be on top or bottom?” Blaine whispered in his ear as he licked his neck, biting softly to make Kurt shiver.

“Please, Blaine, I want you to top. I need that so much tonight, please,” Kurt begged, still a little undone by Blaine.

“Okay, baby, roll over...” Blaine asked, and Kurt complied, his thighs shaking from clenching them for so long. Blaine stroked Kurt for a while with the lube, gently pushing in the sensitive entrance and stroking into the velvety darkness. He closed his eyes to try to maintain for just a little while longer as Kurt moaned and pushed back against his fingers, asking for more. Blaine complied. Massaging and stroking against the bundle of nerves in the place Blaine had memorized so well, Kurt was relaxed and ready in record time and Blaine rolled him back over, gathering Kurt into his arms for a few kisses before he slid in easily.

It was a wonder to Blaine that no matter how many times they did this, Kurt's body was so resilient that he remained tight and strong. It was sexy and hot and Kurt's muscles gripped him like they knew how much he needed it, which made it difficult in times like this to keep his mind on task and not just take what he needed, but give as much in return. He started off slowly, trying to cool down, at least in his head, so it didn't end too quickly. He had become a master at the slow pull out, followed by the fast, hard thrust that Kurt craved.

He was not just enjoying it, he was needing it so much, the validation that Kurt was his, that he could control this tiny part of his life, that he could give such joy to another person, that was what was important here. He opened his eyes to watch Kurt's face, the look of utter wonder, the look that comes with knowing someone loves you above everything in this world. The beauty of Kurt's face was enough for Blaine, but the urgent, whispered words that came next, “Oh, Blaine, my love, come with me, come now...” and the throbbing began, pumping and moaning as Kurt let go, grasping at Blaine and tugging him closer and Kurt called out his name over and over. Blaine wasn't even a step behind him, the power of all that pent-up energy filling him with so much pleasure he couldn't take a breath for a long second, then it all hit him and he was shouting Kurt's name.

It was hours later and Kurt woke up, tangled as always in Blaine's embrace. Blaine had a look of peace on his face that Kurt hadn't seen in months. Maybe they would be okay after all. Maybe the bad times were behind them. He kissed Blaine's cheek and brushed his nose against his curls, Blaine's face pillowed on Kurt's chest, and hoped that he and Blaine would be together for always.