Kurt shut the laptop, gathered his things and tiptoed back to Blaine's room. He found Blaine curled around the pillow, his hair all tangled from running his hands through it. Kurt slipped back under the covers, snuggling down into the warmth of his boyfriend and thinking about whether he should wake him up to tell him everything or to let him sleep until morning before telling him. He leaned forward and kissed the golden rosy cheek and whisper, “I love you, Blaine, I hope I did the right thing”.

“What?” Blaine mumbled and Kurt jumped. Oh shit.

“Ah.....hi, sleepy head,” Kurt said, hoping Blaine would just go back to sleep.

“Hi. You hoped you did what right? Where have you been?” Blaine asked, blinking in the light from the bedside lamp.

“I couldn't sleep. I was downstairs on my laptop, I took it down there so I wouldn't disturb you. So, go back to sleep, we can talk it all over in the morning,” Kurt tried, but he knew Blaine was like a dog with a bone when he wanted to know something and Kurt was pretty sure he wouldn't be getting any more sleep tonight. He sighed, resigned to telling his boyfriend everything.

“I'm not up to doing this on an empty stomach, Blaine. I kind of feel like I've been raked over hot coals this past hour...hell, this past day, and I need some nourishment. Can we go fix something?” Kurt begged, knowing he couldn't delay the inevitable for ever, but he might delay it for twenty minutes while he regrouped.

“Okay...let me get some slippers and a robe,” Blaine said, looking at Kurt's guilty face. He knew something big was up, and he was slightly afraid of what it was.

“Ah, your parents are home, so let's try to be quiet. Cooper, too,” Kurt warned Blaine.

“Does this have something to do with them?” Blaine asked.

“No. Yes. Well, it's complicated. Just let me tell you in my own way, okay?” Kurt begged, trying to muster enough courage to tell Blaine the whole thing.

They walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Blaine asked Kurt to make toast while he poached some eggs. They were silent while they cooked, and were so absorbed in what they were doing they didn't hear the footsteps until they looked up to see Cooper, eyes red and swollen, standing in the doorway. Blaine's mouth came open as Cooper came across the room and drew him into a bear hug, burying his face in Blaine's neck.

“Coop? What's wrong?” he asked, turning to Kurt, “Does this have anything to do with what you wanted to talk to me about, Kurt?” Kurt's eyes were a bit red and swollen, too.

“Yes. Cooper, I haven't told him anything yet. We decided to get something to eat first. Care to join us?”

Cooper nodded and Kurt put more bread in the toaster while Blaine added a few more eggs to the simmering water.

Cooper poured milk into cups and they all trooped into the dining room once again to eat and talk. Blaine looked nervous, not knowing what on earth would bring his usually stoic brother to tears.

Blaine finished the last piece of yolk-soaked toast and turned to Kurt. “Spill. All of it. Now,” he barked as he fixed Kurt with a stare that said there would be no argument over this. Kurt nodded in agreement.

“Blaine, since I've known you, I have been concerned about you,” Kurt started.

“But...you're the one that was standing on the frozen bridge, Kurt, ready to jump. Why were you concerned about me?”

“I should be delicate here, but, Blaine, you have to understand that I'm telling you this because I care about you. I love you.” Kurt said, reaching out to hold Blaine's hand tightly in his own.

“I love you, too, Kurt, what does that have to do with anything else?” Blaine asked, getting more nervous. Cooper could see it and came to sit closer and hold Blaine's other hand. “Oh, ….Cooper? What is this? Do I have cancer or something?” Blaine's eyes were wide and scared.

“No, no, baby. Not anything like that,” Kurt told him, squeezing his hand. It was plain that Blaine was scared because he didn't pull his hands away from either his brother or his boyfriend. He just gripped them tighter.

“Here goes. I am concerned with how the scars on your belly are affecting you. And I don't mean once in a while; I can see you think about them every day,” Kurt said in a low voice.

Blaine's breathing got harder, rougher, as though he were running. He tried to snatch his hands away from Kurt and Cooper, but they held him tight. Coop moved behind his brother and put his arms around Blaine's shoulders, murmuring that it would be okay, that they needed to talk about this.

“Blaine, can you see, even now, how much it hurts you? Your brother, your parents had no idea it was affecting you,” Kurt continued.

“My PARENTS? Kurt, what have you been doing? How do my parents know? I've never said a single word since I got out of the hospital years ago. What did you tell them behind my back?” Blaine's look of betrayal cut through Kurt like a knife and he would have given anything on god's green earth if he had said nothing. But the damage was done, and he had to see it through. Lucky for him, Cooper had Blaine in a tight hold and Blaine finally stopped struggling, tears of anger and frustration streaming down his face.

His voice was reduced to a rough whisper. “Oh, Kurt. What have you done to me?”

Kurt knew he was probably in the wrong, that he had most likely lost Blaine's love now. But he cared enough, he loved Blaine enough, to see this through.

“Blaine, I see it affects you every day. You won't change in the locker room at school – you told me that. You won't go swimming. You won't even look down when you wash yourself in the shower.”

Cooper looked at Kurt with a bit of a shocked expression, but Kurt didn't acknowledge it and Blaine didn't see it.

“And when I touch you, and accidentally brush over one of the scars, you jerk away from me. It isn't healthy and …..oh, Blaine.....it's breaking my heart,” Kurt finished in a whisper, leaning forward to put his arms around Blaine where Cooper was holding him.

Blaine just sat there. He knew everything Kurt said was the truth. He'd been hiding it from his family, but Kurt was right, it was making him crazy every day. He hated himself for the daily reminder of his lapse of judgment. It wasn't that he was ashamed of being gay – being with Kurt had cured him of the last lingering feeling of that. But the reminder of how stupid he was to kiss that boy so long ago. He put his head down.

“So, what did you two say about it? Do you think I need therapy? And how do Mom and Dad figure into all of this?”

“I don't know about therapy, but that might be a good idea, Squirt,” Cooper said, “And Dad was in the hallway when Kurt and I were talking about it. Kurt has done a lot of research about scarring and he has some information you might want to listen to.”

Blaine looked at Kurt with those huge smoky hazel eyes, brimming with emotion and making Kurt feel small inside, as if he had actually betrayed Blaine. And after Blaine had done so much for him and kept all of his secrets. But he could get through this. He lifted his chin and spoke in a strong voice.

“I found out a lot about scar removal. There are a lot of ways that surgeons can remove them, one is called Z-plasty. They cut a Z into your skin over the scar and then are able to take out parts of it, using skin grafts to replace pieces to make your skin still supple. I can show you what I found out, and then I also found several surgeons nearby that do this sort of surgery. I was hoping maybe we could take you there to talk to them. That's why I was talking to Cooper, to see if we could arrange it.”

Blaine just sat there, looking at Kurt and Cooper. He looked like a lost little boy. He didn't know whether to climb into Cooper's lap or Kurt's and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry or anything. Kurt ended his confusion by getting up, smoothing his thumb over Blaine's cheek and planting a gentle kiss there and turning to collect the dishes from the table and take them into the kitchen. Cooper scooped his little brother into his lap, hugging him tight to his body.

“Oh, Blaine, I'm so sorry I didn't know you were in such pain. You know I love you, you know I would do anything for you. Why did you think you couldn't tell me?”

“I don't know. I was so ashamed of the whole thing, and Kurt's right. Looking at the scars naming me every day, it just gets in my head. I thought I was okay until...Kurt,” Blaine said in a desperate voice. Cooper frowned and looked at the doorway where he last saw Kurt.

“No, Cooper, you don't understand. It wasn't until Kurt held that mirror in front of my face that I understood. I thought he was the one that needed help on the bridge that night. But knowing him, loving him, it made me realize that I was the one that needed help. Kurt was upset about circumstances, but I hated myself. He made me look at that, made me realize it was wrong. If he hadn't shown me that, I might have been the one on the bridge next time.”

“No, Squirt. No, Blaine. Never. You come to me if you feel like that. I'm always here for you. I will always be here. Do you understand?” Cooper spoke in a voice so quiet that Blaine had to move closer to hear him.

“Yes, Cooper. I do understand. I love you,” Blaine said into Cooper's chest where he had burrowed. Cooper was strong and warm and was holding him so tightly. He finally knew that Cooper would be there for him.

“Let's get to bed, Bee. I think we all need some sleep before we talk about this again. Are you okay?” Cooper asked.

“Yeah. I will be anyway,” Blaine answered, struggling to turn around to see where Kurt had gone.

“Kurt, are you done?” Cooper asked, and Kurt reappeared in the doorway, smiling to see Blaine so close to his brother. “If you'll take Blainers up to his room, I'm going to make sure everything is locked up. Goodnight.”

Kurt came over and put his arms around Cooper once again, so thankful that Blaine had him for support. He was a little jealous that he didn't have a brother like that, but at second thought he kind of thought of Cooper as a brother to himself anyway. Cooper had come to the graveyard to find him, had cared about him. It was Cooper's idea that Kurt stay with them until his own dad came home. Coop might not be his brother by birth - but he was just as good as one. He hugged tighter for an instant and drew back.

“Are you okay, Kurt?” Cooper asked.

“Yeah, I am. Thank you, Cooper, for everything,” Kurt said. “Have a good night -what's left of it anyway,” he smiled.

Cooper wondered for a moment about what Kurt had meant by that, but he thought he understood. Both Anderson brothers had gained a good friend in Kurt, and Cooper was glad about that.

~*~*~*~*~

Back in Blaine's room, both boys took off their robes and slippers. They were too shy to look at each other after the emotional outbursts downstairs and Kurt was beginning to think that maybe he should go down the hall to the guest room so Blaine wouldn't feel like he had to be with him. He was shy to even ask, and turned to take his leave, but when his hand gripped the doorknob, a hand came from behind him and covered his, effectively stopping him from turning the knob.

Kurt lifted his chin and turned to look at Blaine's eyes, getting lost in the smoky hazel gaze looking back at him. There were no tears there now, but they looked like they were beginning to get wet, like the water rushing down a mountain stream – all brown and sparkling with tiny flashes of green. They were beautiful when Blaine cried, but Kurt didn't want to be the cause of that again today and he started to turn away. Blaine's fingers took his chin and held his gaze as he looked into Kurt's blue-gray eyes, equally fascinated by the colors revealed there. Kurt's eyes were fathomless, seeming to go so deep that they had no bottom, like the water in the ocean. Tonight his chameleon eyes were the color of the ocean in a storm and Blaine thought that was appropriate, given the storm of emotions that had tossed them both today.

“Kurt. Don't leave me tonight, please?” Blaine almost begged. “I don't want to be alone, and I don't want to be without you. So, if it's possible, can you come to my bed and hold me? Please?”

Kurt would never turn down Blaine's request, but in this case he was so relieved, he was afraid to move. Blaine guided him back to the bed, removing his clothes as he went.

“I want to feel you tonight, Kurt. Is that okay? I won't do anything you don't want, but I need to feel you next to me, feel you holding me close and pajamas will just get in the way. Is that okay? Please?” Blaine begged.

Kurt finally found his voice, although he felt absolutely undone by Blaine's plaintive voice.

“Of course I'll come to your bed, Blaine. I always will. Here, let's get you out of those things...” Kurt said, and began to undress Blaine and get him into bed. He wasn't sure where this was going, so he'd turned the lock on the door before coming across the room.

With gentle hands, Kurt cradled Blaine in his arms and kissed him softly, telling him without words how much he meant to him, how much he loved him. The bedside lamp was out and the only light in the room was a little bit of moonlight shining in through the window. Blaine could see Kurt's profile and it made him feel warm inside to know someone so beautiful cared so much for him. It thrilled Blaine to know Kurt held him in his heart because Blaine felt the same about Kurt. He hadn't even dared to dream about someone like Kurt and he was still in awe of the whole thing. It had only been a month and he felt as if he had known Kurt his whole life – and would know him for the rest of it. What began as an accidental phone call for anonymous help had ended in saving his own life instead. He closed his eyes and pulled Kurt so tight against his heart that Kurt couldn't even move.

His musical, spirit-lifting voice came to curl around Blaine's ear, speaking words to him but Blaine couldn't even make sense of them he was so far gone. He concentrated and heard Kurt a little more clearly: “Blaine, baby, are you okay?”

Blaine nodded, but didn't open his eyes. He put his nose into Kurt's neck by instinct and refused to move.

“You're going to be okay, baby. I promise. I'll take care of you the way you took care of me,” he heard Kurt saying to him and he whimpered in response. Kurt kissed his cheek, then his temple and across his forehead, his eyelids and his chin before taking his lips. Blaine responded to him, arching into his body, their naked skin gliding together and making him ache for more.

“Kurt, take care of me,” Blaine begged and Kurt held him closer. “Make me feel it, Kurt. Make love to me,” Blaine said, pleading. He moved his lips to Kurt's once again, stroking his cheeks, his neck, and whimpering as Kurt moved his tongue to glide over Blaine's rosy lips, tasting him and entering his mouth to explore and tangle their tongues together. Blaine's whimpering deepened to a low growl as he danced his tongue back into Kurt's mouth, needy for the contact.

“Oh, Blaine, my baby, my love, I will take care of you. Just relax and let me, you know I can take care of you,” Kurt continued, losing track of what he was saying. But it didn't matter what the words were because Blaine understood and gave himself completely to Kurt – allowing him to do whatever he would because Blaine trusted him entirely. Kurt was very gentle, very soft and slow and tender as he made love to each and every part of Blaine. He kissed and licked and nuzzled into every place he could reach, the soft moans and sighs from Blaine's mouth making thrills of pleasure cover Kurt's skin as he made his way down Blaine's body. He had stroked Blaine's thighs, moving his fingers in tender circles as he caressed Blaine, his tongue licking the testicles and moving them inside the tender skin of the sac, then up to move over his penis, while Kurt's ear was pressed to Blaine's chest to hear his heartbeat quicken as he fed Blaine's arousal.

This was not just sex, Blaine realized. This was Kurt making love to him, to every part of him, worshiping his body in ways he had never dreamed and he was powerless to stop it, powerless to return the fondling caresses. Kurt held him in thrall and Blaine could only experience it, could only absorb it. And he knew that was the way Kurt wanted it tonight.

The gentle strokes and caresses were followed by Kurt tasting him. That is all Blaine could think as Kurt's warm tongue began to cover him all over, By this time, Blaine was completely relaxed, allowing Kurt to move him as he would. He turned Blaine onto his side to kiss down his ribcage, for once it didn't tickle just felt sensuous and Blaine stretched his muscles into it, arching his body as it quickened his heartbeat once again.

Turning Blaine onto his belly, Kurt's hands went down his legs. Coming up, he moved his hands to the inside of Blaine's thighs and slowed down, following them with kisses and licks, even nibbling at the tender skin he found there. Blaine sighed, letting Kurt separate his cheeks and gently start to caress the crease between them. He left a kiss on the rounded muscle of his buttock and he licked his way to Blaine's core, flattening his tongue and pressing his warm, wet tongue to Blaine and drawing circles around the tight ring of muscles he found there, sharing the pleasure waves that were threatening to overpower Blaine. Kurt drew back, gasping for breath as his head fell to rest on Blaine's cheek before he continued.

Turning Blaine once again, Kurt rubbed his cheek on Blaine's penis, breathing his hot breath before touching his lips to the tip, once again flattening his tongue to take long, sensuous licks and lingering at all the places that made Blaine take a breath or made his lips open in a moan. Blaine was drowning in sensation, he felt lost in a sea of hot pleasure as Kurt drew moans and sighs from his lips once again, finally setting a rhythm – but a slow one. He stopped, coming back up the bed to Blaine, kissing him once again and finally coming close to his ear and whispering, “Blaine, can you make love to me this time?” And Blaine's heart almost beat out of his chest. His every nerve was alive after Kurt had finished and he could hardly think, but his body knew what Kurt had asked and it responded.

Kurt pulled Blaine's hand to him and buttered his fingers with the slick substance, then turning over to give him access. It didn't take more than a moment for Blaine's body to recognize what it wanted and his breath quickened. He sat up, easing his fingers between Kurt's cheeks to feel what no one else had ever touched. If this was too much too fast, then Blaine didn't care. His body was so ready, it was like a violin string tightened to the breaking point and he only prayed he could be as gentle as Kurt had been to him. He closed his eyes and the world around him melted away, leaving only himself and Kurt. He entered Kurt with just one finger, sliding it slowly as he hummed into Kurt's ear, the vibrations calming him as he set to work, determined to bring Kurt the same kind of ecstasy he had felt for their first time. Kurt was so warm, so inviting, and so ready. He moaned and moved and set Blaine's belly on fire with how much he wanted this, reaching back and begging Blaine to kiss him -claiming his mouth even though it was an awkward angle, but Kurt's pliant body turned to meet him. Blaine added another finger, Kurt pushing himself back to hurry Blaine along.

By the time Blaine had inserted three fingers, he was flushed and lightheaded and the intensity of feelings was almost torture. Kurt said something, but Blaine was beyond coherent thought and Kurt finally turned and pulled on Blaine's wrist to stop him.

“It's okay, baby, I'm ready. Are you okay?” Kurt looked concerned and Blaine rushed to kiss him to let him know he was okay. Because they were both virgins, when they had spoken about eventually having more intimate encounters they had agreed not to use condoms for now. Kurt took Blaine's erection in his hands once again, stroking with both hands until Blaine thought he might explode and then Kurt added the slick, warm substance and Blaine was so ready he was shaking. He gently moved Kurt over to the pillow and laid him down, then placed a firm pillow beneath him to help and lay down between Kurt's legs, taking a breath to steady himself. He had always pictured himself as being on the receiving end of this, so it felt strange and exotic to be the one in control. He shivered a little, a bit afraid of hurting Kurt, but he knew what it felt like, so he trusted Kurt to guide him if it burned too much.

The first touch of the very tip of his penis to Kurt's entrance was so filled with sheer intensity that he had to close his eyes and concentrate so as not to give in to his orgasm right then. He tightened his fists a moment and took another breath and entered, pushing slowly and feeling every minute movement as Kurt's body engulfed him. He was sure he had shouted, but Kurt didn't say anything or look at him in disbelief, so he realized he was safe.

“Oh...Kurt....oh...It's, it's so good. Ah...” Blaine said incoherently as the waves of heat and tight pleasure ran up his body and burst in his brain. This is what he had waited for? Oh, god, this was worth waiting for. He didn't know if it was just that it was Kurt and Kurt was everything to him just now, or if it was just the act of entering another person, all slick and hot and deep? But no, it had to be Kurt because that was all he could feel, how hot and soft, and tight his Kurt was. HIS Kurt. And he was the only one that had ever been this close to Kurt, been inside Kurt and Kurt was his. His mind was in endless, nonsensical loops as the blood ebbed and flowed in his body, building and thrumming in rhythm with Kurt's heartbeat because they were almost one person, linked so tightly together.

Kurt was moaning so loudly into Blaine's pillow and he wanted to kiss him, but he couldn't reach. He was trying to be gentle and slow, but it felt so good and Kurt was encouraging him by pulling him closer and grasping and caressing his butt cheeks, tugging him to make him move faster - - that the burning need to thrust was getting harder to deny.

“Kurt, are you okay? Am I hurting you?” he managed to whisper and Kurt whimpered.

“Blaine, Blaine, please, this is so good, I want it to last forever, but I need you to come. I need you to do it hard and fast and fill me, Blaine, my love...” and Blaine knew Kurt was as undone as he was and he felt along Kurt's body to his throbbing penis and took it in is hand, stroking the whole length, using the hand that had the slick lubrication on it so he could do it faster, tightening his hand around the hard penis but still thrusting into Kurt as carefully as he could , but he just could not contain the rush of feelings and he pounded faster and harder, Kurt begging for more, and it was forever and immediately when Kurt began to pulse, letting himself go and the pearly white streaks of semen that came and brought Kurt's voice with them and the fire in Blaine's belly boiled.

He pulled his head back for an instant and then opened his eyes and looked down into Kurt's eyes, “Oh, my god, Kurt...oh....” and he was coming and coming and he didn't stop and he didn't want to ever stop as he called Kurt's name as softly as he could, but he might be yelling, and the trembling in his arms and legs as it went on and on until he lost all ability to hold himself up and came down to lie on Kurt for just a few moments before shifting to his side and lying next to Kurt, still touching every bit of skin he could reach and he was never letting go.

~*~*~*~*~

Kurt woke up, glancing at the clock to see it was after noon. He thought someone had knocked at the door, but he wasn't sure and he really didn't care. His movements caused Blaine to stir, but Kurt stroked his fingers across Blaine's cheek and kissed the corner of his mouth and Blaine sighed and fell back asleep. Kurt was right behind him, snuggling close to keep the warmth from leaving and sighing in contentment before drifting off.

~*~*~*~*~

The knocking was back, a bit louder and this time accompanied by Cooper's voice asking if the boys were okay. Blaine woke up this time, seeing the clock read 3:24 and realizing he had slept for almost twelve hours. Well, he had reason to. But he could not put off the inevitable and he planted a soft kiss on Kurt's jaw, moving down to kiss his neck and softly call his name.

“Blaine?” Kurt said, blinking awake.

“Blaine” said the voice a the door.

“I'm waking up, Cooper. Just a second, I'll come open the door...” and he slid out of bed, realizing he was stark naked and smelling of sex. He grabbed a robe and opened the door a fraction to tell Cooper to come back later, but his brother pushed the door open and came in, quickly shutting the door behind him.

Kurt was looking at him with owlish eyes from the bed, the sheets and blankets pulled up around his face as if he were hiding from Cooper. Which he was.

“I'm sorry to intrude, but Mom and Dad have been pacing and grumbling around the kitchen for almost three hours and I don't think I can stop them from coming up here pretty soon. And if what I think went on here last night actually did, you need to get washed up and get the bed in good order before they start asking embarrassing questions,” Cooper said quickly, looking at his brother's neck which was sporting several purplish love bites, that matched ones on Kurt's body. “Wear a scarf, kid. Sheesh.” Cooper rolled his eyes.

“Okay, thank you for the warning, but go and let us get ready,” Blaine said.

“Just wanted to help out, “ Cooper said, giving his little brother a hug before wrinkling his nose at the scent of what had gone on the night before. “Wow, and you both better shower!” he said before slipping back out the door.

Kurt threw back the covers as soon as the door was locked and both boys ran for the shower.