Cooper took his leave and went to the guest bedroom at the west end of the apartment. Blaine and Kurt turned the other way and made their way to Coop's room at the east end.

“That was wonderful, wasn't it?” Blaine asked as he slipped his clothes off to get ready for bed. Kurt came close and kissed his neck, putting his arms around Blaine from behind.

“This is pretty wonderful, too,” he smiled, continuing to kiss across Blaine's shoulder. Blaine turned in his arms and started unbuttoning Kurt's shirt. Kurt unbuckled his belt and began to take off his slacks. When both boys were rid of their clothes, they slid under the covers and cuddled together, kissing and petting as they relaxed.

“What do you want to see in New York while we're here?” Blaine asked.

“The Fashion District, Broadway, Central Park. I guess all the touristy places. It's only a week, so we can hit the highlights. We can always come back for more later,” Kurt shared.

“I don't know what Cooper has planned, he didn't tell me, but I know he sleeps in late, so we could stay up and talk for a while if you want.”

“Talk?” Kurt asked, eyebrow raised in question.

“Okay, maybe we could find something else, quieter, to do?” Blaine grinned. He leaned over and turned off the bedside light.

No sooner than the light was off then he was on top of Kurt, holding his wrists above his head and positioning himself between Kurt's legs. Kurt whined in surprise but caught up quickly, leaning up to place his lips against Blaine's and moving in a sensuous slide, finally tasting Blaine's lower lip by sucking it into his mouth for a second before pushing his tongue into Blaine's mouth. Blaine responded by moving over Kurt's body, slowly sliding back and forth until he felt the response he was waiting for, then moaning softly in Kurt's ear.

“Ah...oh...Kurt, you are just so sexy. Your skin is so soft against mine, it's like silk.”

Blaine backed up a little, reaching over the edge of the bed to find something he had left just under the bed in a box. He moved a bit until he found it.

“Kurt, do you trust me?” Blaine asked and Kurt nodded. Blaine produced a mask and asked Kurt to put it on. It covered his eyes completely.

“You can't see anything, right?” Blaine asked and Kurt nodded, a bit apprehensive but willing to go along. Blaine didn't say anything more, just hit the button on his iPod to start some soft music. He pulled the covers back to expose Kurt's naked body and stopped for a moment to admire it. Kurt was so beautiful, his skin pale with rosy highlights. He had a taut muscled abdomen and well-balanced proportions with long, long legs. His thighs were rounded but not fat, just enough to define their shape, like a marble statue. Blaine leaned over to get another item out of the box.

Blaine took the piece of burlap and drew it across Kurt's chest, the rough fabric scratching gently against the delicate skin creating friction. Blaine didn't put any pressure on the fabric, just moved it back and forth, up Kurt's legs and around the tops of his thighs, up over his belly.

Next, Blaine brought a soft, warm rabbit skin out of the box and draped it over Kurt's shoulder, bringing it down over his body in the same places he had moved the burlap but Kurt responded differently to this, almost curling himself up to get more pressure to the touch and Blaine had to put a restraining hand on his shoulder to remind him to lie still. Kurt's skin was covered in goose flesh and he was breathing very fast in anticipation of the next texture to touch his body.

“Last one, baby,” Blaine cooed. He pulled a silk scarf through his hands and let it float over Kurt's chest, causing a quiver over his skin.

Gathering the soft fabric in his hand, Blaine let it fall across Kurt's chest once again, but moved it so it slithered over the bicep on Kurt's right arm. Kurt let out a sigh, tensing to feel where the fabric would touch him next. Blaine didn't let it lose connection with his skin, but moved it across Kurt's chest and down the other arm, then back to his chest. He bunched it up again to just let it dangle over his belly and pool onto his groin. Kurt groaned a little, almost a sigh as the soft fabric slipped over his hot skin. It was just a tease, not enough to create any friction at all, just a petal-soft touch that made him want more, so much more. He whined out his need, reaching for Blaine. But Blaine was quick and jumped back in time and Kurt grabbed air. He grunted in frustration.

“Lie back, Kurt, I'll take care of you,” Blaine whispered as Kurt laid down on the towel he had placed in the bed earlier. He took the silk scarf and wrapped it around his hand and stroked Kurt's thighs very lightly, just skimming over his skin slowly. He did that until Kurt was relaxed, sighing when the touch felt better in some places. He got harder as the slow anticipation of things to come took over his imagination. Blaine moved the edges of the silk over the taut muscles, humming with desire as Kurt began to get restless again, trying to anticipate where Blaine was going with the fabric and trying to get it back to where it felt best.

Eventually, Blaine couldn't wait any longer and wrapped the scarf around his boyfriend's erection and began to stroke Kurt's skin. Blaine let Kurt pull him closer, their skin touching in many places, closer still until Blaine was on top of Kurt, removing the mask as he kissed his face, his lips, as he rubbed his hands over all the places he was teasing with the silk. They were rubbing together, Blaine undid the scarf and reached down to hold their cocks together, wrapping the soft silk around them and stroking - groaning as the friction began to gather in his belly in a heated ball. He looked into Kurt's eyes and saw the dark pupils of desire. That look was doing more to Blaine than any of the touching or stroking and he looked deeply back into the blue gray eyes, feeling his heart beat faster. He couldn't blink, staring into those eyes and the ball of lava in his belly spread through his lower body and he let out a gasp as his orgasm hit him. He struggled to keep his eyes open to see Kurt as he reached his peak as Blaine's jerking cock provided the catalyst.

They fell back, gasping for oxygen as the after tremors shook their bodies. They automatically grasped each other in their arms, touching cheeks together and murmuring their love in quiet words. They lay together for a long time, finally gathering the soiled towel off the sheets and making the bed so they could go to sleep. “I hope that wasn't one of my silk scarves, Blaine...” Kurt said with a giggle in his voice.

“No, it was just a piece of silk I bought at the fabric store,” Blaine assured him, mumbling something about not being fool enough to take his life in his hands like that...

“You went to a fabric store without me?” Kurt said in mock-shock, earning a grin and a laugh from Blaine.

Kurt lay down on Blaine's shoulder, cuddling close and kissing him goodnight. “I love you.”

Blaine whispered back, “I love you, too.”

The next day, Cooper did indeed have plans for them.

“I hate to break you two apart, but I think it might be a fun thing today,” Cooper started, earning a sad look from both boys. “Now, now, hear me out. I have a friend that works at Parson's School of Design. She has offered to take Kurt with her today to visit the campus and have a little tour if he would like?”

Kurt sat with an open mouth, trying to breathe again. “Oh, my stars, Cooper. Really? Oh...wow. Blaine, do you know who went to Parson's? Marc Jacobs, Donna Karan, Jennifer Cho, Anna Sui, Amy Astli, Jason Wu, Jenna Lyons, Alexander Wang! I could list a hundred more...oh, Cooper! Yes, yes, yes, I'd love to go! Oh, you don't mind, do you Blaine? I'll stay here if you want, of course...” Kurt's eyes were huge and he was flushed with the thrill of going to the Mecca of the New York fashion world, but he wouldn't go unless it was okay with Blaine.

“Of course you should go, Kurt. Are you kidding? When do we have to be ready, Coop?' Blaine asked, excited only because of Kurt's ecstatic reaction.

“You have about an hour before we have to leave, so go pick out your best outfit, okay?” Cooper said, happy that Kurt was so thrilled. He had called in a favor from a client to get this for Kurt, but he was glad to do it. Julie was a nice girl and she definitely owed Cooper a favor from when he took her case in a legal matter a year ago.

Kurt raced for the bedroom, pulling Blaine along to help him pick out what to wear.

Cooper wanted to be alone with Blaine for a while. He was happy that Blaine had a stable place to live and he knew the Hummel family loved him, but he was also sad he couldn't have Blaine to himself. He needed to tell him some things and didn't want Kurt there when he did. Maybe he could work up enough courage over lunch. Cooper sighed. He had planned never to tell Blaine the truth, but Sasha had tried to contact him again and he knew that he would rather tell him from his own lips than let Blaine know from Sasha.

“Okay, the cab is waiting outside, Kurt. We will go with you to Parson's and I'll introduce you to Julie. Then Blainers and I will go over to Gramercy Park for a while and maybe eat somewhere in Greenwich, then meet you back in front of Parson's at five. Sound good?”

“Sounds wonderful. And thank you so much, Cooper. You are a scholar and a gentleman,” Kurt said, bouncing on his toes in anticipation.

“You are more than welcome, Kurt,” Cooper said, smiling, as they left the apartment to get into the cab.

After dropping Kurt off at Parson's, Cooper took Blaine to a place in Greenwich Village for lunch, then they walked to the park, settling down on a comfortable bench in a quiet corner of the park.

“It's good to be alone with you, Cooper,” Blaine started. “I remember so many times when I was little that you were there with me. I remember you singing me to sleep, teaching me to ride a bike, reading books to me. I used to cry when you had to go back to school, Cooper. I missed you so much. You have no idea how I love it that I get to see you all the time now.”

“I love it, too, Squirt,” Cooper smiled, hugging Blaine closer to him. “But I have something serious to discuss with you. This isn't going to be easy, but it is important. We can talk about it here, or we can go back to my apartment.”

“What do you mean? How serious?” Blaine asked, looking upset. “Are you leaving again?”

“No, Blaine. I'm never leaving you again. I promise,” Cooper said, looking into Blaine's eyes.

“I'm scared, Cooper. Just tell me.” Cooper could see Blaine was bracing himself for bad news. Well, he wasn't sure if this was bad news or not, but it was one hell of a shock. He hoped he was strong enough to get Blaine through it.

“Let me tell you a story. You know how Mother and Dad always called you 'Joshua'?”

“That's my first name, why wouldn't they? Why do you always call me by my middle name?” Blaine asked.

Cooper tried to hold back his tears. “Because that's the name I gave you.”

Seventeen years ago, the Anderson Mansion:

“You're WHAT?”

Mrs Anderson sat in the living room of the mansion, arms crossed and toe tapping in irritation. Cooper was in a straight-backed chair beside the sofa, blushing and trying to pretend he wasn't there. His father was sitting on the sofa next to the babysitter, Sasha. Cooper kept looking at Sasha. She was seventeen and had long golden-red hair, so thick Cooper had loved to run his fingers through it, even before...

“I'm pregnant.”

“Okay, so you're pregnant. You can still babysit for Cooper until your time, can't you? I don't see the problem. Why tell us?” Mrs Anderson said.

“Because it's Cooper's.”

Mrs Anderson sat very still, looking daggers at the young woman she had trusted to babysit her only son. If she was shocked by the girl's words, she didn't show it. The ice cold face didn't show any emotion. Mr Anderson did register shock as his gaze went to his son, and Cooper dropped his head down, wondering why the floor didn't open and swallow him.

“Cooper is twelve years old. How could it be Cooper's?” her eyes squinted down to slits and her arms tightened. Sasha was almost shaking with nerves, but held her ground.

Cooper just sat there, wondering if it were true. It could be. He and Sasha had been doing things...she had asked him to do things and he found after the first few minutes of terror that he enjoyed them. So they had done more and more, having the whole boring summer virtually alone in the huge mansion. They crept up to the room in the attic and laid on the old mattress up there, naked while he discovered her beautiful body and all the things he could do with it.

Now, sitting there with his parents and Sasha so scared and defiant, he was finding out how he was going to pay for his summer of sin. He'd known he was wrong to do those things with Sasha, knew she was leading him down the wrong path -but he gladly followed, and now....

He wondered why she hadn't told him. Why he had to find out with his parents sitting there in judgment of him.

There had been an agreement made that night. He was not allowed to speak, his parents made the deal with Sasha. They would go to Florida on vacation next April, taking Sasha with them. She was graduating early from high school, and they would tell her parents that she was going as a governess to Cooper and would be traveling with the family. She would have the baby in Florida at their summer house, then when she had recovered her health, would return to Ohio to attend college, paid for by the Anderson's. She would not go to the police since she could be charged with statutory rape if she didn't agree to Mrs Anderson's terms.

And that's what happened. Cooper was sent to stay with an aunt that spring and when his parents came home, they had Joshua Blaine in a blanket and he became Cooper's 'brother'.

Cooper spent every moment he could sneaking into Blaine's room. If Blaine was awake, he would lift him out of the crib and kiss his tiny fuzzy head. Sometimes he would whisper that he was really his daddy and he loved him. But his mother was not happy when Coop spent time with Blaine and so Cooper had to do it when his mother was gone. He never had a babysitter again, just the houseman that would be there doing his other chores, but by then Cooper was thirteen and didn't really need it.

In the end, he was sent to boarding school and was able to visit Blaine in the summers and during school holidays. It was never exactly right, but Cooper became accustomed to just having Blaine whenever he could and making the most of each time. But when he was back at the boarding school, Cooper would lie in bed and cry when he missed Blaine. And he cried a lot.

Blaine just sat there, looking at Cooper.

“Why, Cooper? Why are you telling me now?” Blaine asked. He had so many questions he didn't know where to start.

“Because Sasha was trying to contact Mother and Dad. I was afraid she might tell you. I haven't seen her since I was twelve, but Dad told me she had contacted them and was trying to blackmail them, that's why they made up the story about you being killed in Switzerland. To throw her off the trail. Mother thought it would explain it all away – and that's when they told me you had died.”

Cooper tried not to break down, but he could not stop the tears. He wanted to be strong for Blaine. He hadn't been able to be a real father to Blaine in his life, but now maybe he could shield him from anything worse. Unfortunately, it seemed that he was the worst thing that could happen to Blaine was Cooper himself.

“Ah...I don't know what to say. I love you, Cooper. Oh...should I even call you that?” Blaine said in confusion.

“Yes, Blaine. I haven't been allowed to be a father to you the way I should have, so...no, just call me Cooper. And Blaine...no matter what happened, no matter how Mother tried to keep us apart, I loved you every single day. And I still do.” The words had hardly left Cooper's mouth when his arms were suddenly filled with his brother. Blaine had thrown himself at Cooper, his arms around his shoulders, his cheek pressed tight against Cooper's own, Blaine's tears mixing with his as he told Cooper he loved him.

“Cooper, this won't change anything between us, will it?” Blaine asked, a little pale at the revelation.

“No, Blaine. It won't.”

“Cooper? I want my real birth certificate. The one with you as my father. Can we do that?” Blaine asked, so many things running around in his head.

“I don't know, we can look into it, if you want,” Coop said, his mind going in a million places at once.

“You're a hot shot lawyer, I know you can make it happen,” Blaine said, still in a daze. Mostly he was relieved that his supposed parents were not really his parents. Coop smiled at his son. Wow, that was so much to wrap his head around, that Blaine now knew Cooper was really his father.

“I...well, I guess we better get back to Parson's. I don't know how we want to deal with this information yet, it is so new for you. We can keep it to ourselves - which I recommend for now until you've had a chance to absorb it fully. Okay, Blaine?”

“Is that why you sent Kurt to Parson's for the day?” Blaine asked, now sounding a little upset.

“Yes. I thought it was only fair to tell you in private so you could think about it and get used to it.”

“I can't keep a secret from Kurt, Cooper. I tell him everything, do you seriously think I can keep it from him?” Blaine was looking a little defiant.

“Oh, Blaine...no, you can tell him. I honestly just wanted to tell you alone, but then you can tell Kurt. I'm okay with that. Don't think otherwise, I think Kurt is the best thing that ever happened to you. Surely you know that?” Cooper said, looking worried.

“Yeah, I know. Besides you.” Blaine smiled, taking Cooper's hand and squeezing.

“Let's get out of this weather, I'm starting to get chilled,” Coop said, getting up and following Blaine to the street to hail a cab.

Kurt was still bouncing as he saw the cab with Blaine and Cooper pull up to the curb to pick him up. He was grinning like the Cheshire Cat with excitement until he got in the cab, feeling the tension as soon as he settled himself beside Blaine.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, noting Blaine's hand holding Cooper's tightly.

“Yes. We had a talk about something serious today, but everything is fine. We'll tell you when we get back to the apartment, Kurt. Tell us what you saw today at Parson's!” Blaine smiled at his boyfriend. Kurt felt apprehensive, but told them all the things he had seen and thanked Cooper again for the wonderful day.

Back at the apartment, Cooper ordered Thai food and they all sat in the living room. Blaine was on the sofa between Kurt and Cooper as they pretended to watch a movie. He was leaning on Kurt with Kurt's arms wrapped around his waist, but holding Cooper's hand like his life depended upon it. The tension in the air was so thick it was almost visible when Cooper let go of Blaine and made an excuse to go to the kitchen to get them all something to drink.

“Blaine, can you come help me,” Cooper asked and Blaine followed him into the room. “I think you might feel better if you tell Kurt yourself. I am going to go take a walk. Your food should be here in a few minutes and I'll be back in a few hours.”

“No, Cooper, its cold outside! This is December in New York,” Blaine said, clearly concerned.

“No worries, Squirt. I'm just going to Tony's around the corner. I'm fine. I'll call before I come back to be sure everything is okay with you two.”

“All right, Coop. I feel bad shoving you out of your own apartment, though,” Blaine looked at his father with his hazel green eyes wide, and leaned in to have Cooper hold him for a moment before he left. “I love you, Coop.”

“I love you, too.”

Blaine walked Cooper to the door just as the delivery kid showed up with the food. He came back with the Thai food and set it out on the coffee table before sitting down close to Kurt.

Kurt knew something big had happened during the day and he was afraid it had something to do with Blaine's parents, though he knew they were in prison. But Blaine had that look he had seen so often of complete bewilderment in the face of adversity.

He didn't want to pry if it was something personal, though, so he just held out his arms and Blaine came and sat in his lap, cuddling close for comfort. Kurt rubbed his back, kissing his temple and running his fingers through the silky black curls he loved.

“Do you want to talk?” Kurt asked.

“No, but I think I'll have to,” Blaine said, looking away and moving so he was sitting beside Kurt, but touching all along their sides. “You are just not going to believe this.” Blaine shook his head.

“You don't have to tell me, Blaine. I'm guessing that my day at Parson's was so Cooper could talk to you about this today?” Blaine nodded. “Then it must be something important, and I am fine if you don't feel up to telling me. Okay?”

“I know,” Blaine said, trying to figure out how he was going to tell Kurt the whole story. “Just let me tell you the whole thing. First, the man I've thought was my father my whole life isn't. And the woman I have always known as my mother..isn't.”

Kurt started to open his mouth, but Blaine put up a hand to stop him.

“My mother is a woman named Sasha. She was Cooper's babysitter when he was twelve. I haven't ever met her, but my supposed parents paid her off so they could have me. They got scared when she came back to see me and that's when they made up the story that I had died in a skiing accident in Switzerland. I have seen my birth certificate and it looked legitimate, but now that is in question.”

“So, was it that they couldn't have more children? Is that why they took you?” Kurt asked.

“No. They told everyone I was their son to cover up a scandal.”

“Oh, my stars....did your dad get her pregnant? Oh...no, you said he wasn't your father. Blaine, do you know who your father is?”

Tears filled Blaine's eyes. “Yes. It's Cooper.”

Kurt sat with his mouth open in shock. But he recovered quickly when he saw Blaine breaking down. He pulled Blaine close to him, wrapping his arms around his sobbing boyfriend. Was there no end to the trauma in this boy's life?

“Oh, Blaine, are you okay? I don't know what to do to help you, baby, I don't. All I can do is tell you that I love you no matter what and that if need to talk about this, I will be here to listen. Oh, my stars, Blaine,” Kurt blurted, holding Blaine so close his arms were shaking with the effort. Blaine began to sob harder but let Kurt know he would tell him when he was able.

“Cooper was...twelve? Oh...Blaine, how hard it must have been for him,” Kurt said, not that he expected an answer, but the shock was still new and Kurt was thinking aloud.

They just sat for a while, there was really nothing either of them could say. They served up the food, eating in silence when Blaine's phone rang. He answered and spoke for a short moment and then got up to open the door. Cooper came back in, and Kurt was there – holding out his arms and hugging Cooper. The three sat down, not knowing what to say for a while, but it wasn't too uncomfortable. Cooper finally went into the kitchen and brought back a bottle of wine and they shared it as they sat and talked through into the wee hours of the morning.