“Okay, Dad...sure. Ill be there. I promised I would and Hummels dont break promises, right? Okay then,” Kurt ended his phone call. He was sitting on the floor in the hallway, it was four-thirty in the morning and his dad had called. It seemed he had some chest pain and Carole was insisting he go to the hospital. Kurt struggled to his feet and was going back inside the dorm room, trying to be silent as he moved around to get some clothes out of the closet.

“Whats up, Kurt?” Blaines voice was heard from the other side of the room.

“Shhh..go back to sleep. My dad....” was all Kurt got out before he broke, his hands trembling. He continued buttoning his shirt, looking in his closet to find a matching pair of pants.

“Your dad? What happened? Is he okay?” Blaine asked, throwing his feet over the side of his bed to get up.

“No, no...stay in bed. Im going to just drive home and see what I can do,” Kurt mumbled, now stepping into a looser-fitting pair of jeans than usual.

Blaine was by his side now, putting a hand to his shoulder.

“Kurt, wait. Tell me whats wrong,” Blaine pleaded, knowing it was serious.

“He is having chest pains. Carole is with him, but she is insisting he go to the hospital. I know he didnt want to scare me, but I heard a siren in the background,” Kurt said, his voice high and rough.

“Okay. Ill be ready to go in just a minute,” Blaine said, stumbling quickly to his closet and shedding his pajamas on the way. He was dressed with car keys in hand before Kurt had finished throwing a few things in his backpack.

“Blaine, you dont have to go. I can do this myself...” Kurt started to say, but Blaines arms were around him and his breath was in Kurts ear.

“I would never let you go through this alone, Kurt. Never. I will drive you and stay as long as you need me. All right? Now, no argument, lets go,” Blaine said, giving Kurt a gentle kiss on his temple and taking his hand to lead him to the parking lot.

“Would you rather take your Navigator? I think this will be faster, but Im okay driving your vehicle,” Blaine asked, but Kurt was already throwing his bag in the back seat of Blaines sports car.

~ ~ ~ KB ~ ~ ~

“Dad?” Kurt said as he stepped into the hospital room on the cardiac floor.

“Kurt. Come here, son,” Burt said, holding a hand out to him. Kurt walked across the floor...a thousand miles from the door to the bed as his own heart did flip-flops.

“Dad, how are you?” Kurt asked.

“Well, parts of me are doing fine. But maybe not all of them,” Burt said, trying to joke to make it less painful when he told his son what they meant to do. “Did you drive here?”

No, Blaine was kind enough to drive – we took his Jaguar,” Kurt gave his dad a thin smile.

“Thank you, Blaine. Its good to know that my son has you in his corner,” Burt said, a wan smile on his face. Blaine nodded in appreciation. Kurt tapped his foot on the floor, not letting himself become distracted from what was going on.

“Be blunt, Dad. Tell me what is going on. Shouldnt there be doctors and nurses in here? Wheres Carole?”

“She is filling out the insurance stuff. They already did the testing and tomorrow morning I am having bypass surgery,” Burt said, his voice weak, but his eyes sparkling with life. It was different than the last heart attack when Burt was in a coma.

“Tomorrow? Wow, they arent messing around. Okay.” Kurt tried to stand still, but felt his knees getting weaker the longer he stood there. Bypass surgery. This was serious.

“Why so quickly?” he asked.

Burt just lay there, trying to form an answer that Kurt could take in his present condition. He looked fragile and Burt didnt know what to do if he collapsed – and he looked damn close to it. Because Burt had never lied to his son, and he wasnt about to start now.

“They had a space, it was convenient with me here already...so, yeah, we scheduled it,” Burt said, trying to smile but his mouth was shaking, trying to appear carefree.

“Dad...how bad is it?”

“Its going to be fine as soon as they get the surgery done. Okay, bud? They caught it in time,” Burt assured the boy.

Kurt was frozen in space, his feet refused to move, refused to walk the final few steps to reach his father in the bed. He was lightheaded...his dad was going to have heart surgery. The doctors were going to stick knives in him, spread his ribs apart, and put their hands on his beating heart.

Just as he felt himself weaken to the point he was falling, strong arms were there to catch him and suddenly those same warm hands were holding him together.

Blaine.

Kurt turned and threw himself into Blaines arms, feeling the shorter boys strength and becoming very grateful that he was in love with this amazing boy. He buried his face in Blaines neck for a moment, taking in the fresh linen and black pepper scent. He felt a little stronger and allowed Blaine to help him over to his dads bed.

“Hello, Mr Hummel,” Blaine said, but he never let go of Kurts waist. He nodded at Burt who gave him a tentative smile.

“Hi, Blaine. Thank you for bringing Kurt. I was worried about him driving by himself,” Burt said, locking eyes with Blaine, trying to tell him how thankful he was. Blaine gave him a small nod and Burt relaxed.

Carole breezed into the room, stopping for a brief moment when she saw Kurt and Blaine. She went to Kurt, hugging him and then to Blaine for another hug. Kurt was taken by surprise, but adjusted quickly. If she was with his dad at three in the morning, she must have been ...staying the night? Yes. Well, his dad was a grown man and Kurt felt relieved that she was there when Burt needed her.

“Carole, how are you?” he asked, knowing she would understand he meant how she was doing with the health issues concerning Burt.

“Im fine, Kurt. Im so glad you were able to come, you, too, Blaine,” she said. Kurt knew by her look that she had interpreted his unasked question and was answering. She turned to Burt. “The doctors have written the orders for you to be prepped for the surgery tomorrow, Burt. They have scheduled the surgery for 7 am and it will be around 5 hours more or less. Today youre going to get some sedation so you can sleep most of the day and be well rested for the surgery, okay?”

“Do I have a choice?” Burt asked.

“No.”

“Well, its a good thing I agree then, isnt it?” Burt said, still trying for the humor aspect of it. Kurt went closer and put his arms delicately around his dads shoulders, hugging him gently.

“Im afraid they wont let me do this later, Dad. Youll be sore after surgery, so Im getting my hugs in now,” Kurt tried to joke back, but he still had tears in his eyes.

“Oh, Kurt....son....dont fret. I am going to be fine. The doctors told me I was lucky I came in when I did. He said they can fix this. Im going to be just fine, okay?”

“I know, Dad. I know,” Kurt assured his dad...although it didnt do much for his own confidence.

The door to the room opened and several medical staff came in, some setting up various IV drug lines, putting electronic leads onto the patches that were already stuck on Burts chest, checking his vital signs.

“If I can ask everyone to wait outside for a few minutes, I will come to get you as soon as were done in here,” a woman in scrubs asked the three visitors. They reluctantly left the room and sat in a quiet corner of the waiting room down the hall.

“He looked so good, didnt he?” Kurt asked Carole.

“His color is good, his appetite has been good. I have taken the diet you researched and am helping him to stick to it. Did he tell you his cholesterol numbers have improved significantly since he started eating the foods you suggested, Kurt?” Carole said, trying to bolster his confidence in his dads health.

“Thanks, Carole,” Kurt answered, but his smile was gone from his face. He closed his eyes and rubbed them.

“I am going to go get some coffee in the nurses lounge – its better than the machine – can I get you two something?” she asked, knowing Kurt needed a few minutes to unwind before she told him more about the surgery.

“Can I maybe get some tea?” Kurt asked.

“Sure, tea for you, too, Blaine?”

“Yes, thank you,” Blaine said. “Do you need some help?” Blaines inner-gentleman asked, but Carole just shook her head and said she would be back soon.

When Carole was gone, Blaine took Kurts hand and went into a small conference room at the side of the main waiting room. He sat down on the soft padded sofa and pulled Kurt down to sit close to him.

“Hey, are you going to be okay, Kurt?” Blaine asked, looking into Kurts eyes.

“Oh...yeah. Sure...if you want to get back to Dalton, I can catch a ride from Carole later,” Kurt said, totally misinterpreting Blaines meaning.

“No...no, Kurt. Im not leaving you! I just meant are you okay with how they are treating your dad. No, we are together now. That means I stay with you whenever you need me. Always. Okay? I will be right here to help in any way I can,” Blaine promised.

“Oh...oh...thank god,” Kurts voice betrayed how desperate he was for Blaine to stay, but he went on with what he was saying, wishing to give Blaine an out if he wanted to leave.

“I wouldnt blame you if you wanted to get back to school, you went above and beyond by driving me here. I couldnt ask any more – but...” Kurt lost his ability to speak. He was so overcome with fear for his father and confusion about the changes in his life – it was nice his dad had Carole now, but Kurt hardly even knew her and didnt know what to think. His head hurt and his heart was still racing, and he was so relieved when Blaine gently cupped his chin and brought his head to rest on his strong shoulder. Kurt let out a huge sigh, the feeling of having his whole body rest against someone he had come to trust and rely upon was heavenly.

“Thank god youre here with me, Blaine, because I dont think Im strong enough to go through this alone again,” Kurt confessed. Blaine stroked his hair, rubbed his neck, and kissed his cheek.

“My place is here beside you, Kurt. Just like Andys place was with Buddy. I will always be here for you, baby,” Blaine whispered, holding Kurt tightly for an instant. Did Blaine just call him baby? Kurt let Blaine hold him, gaining strength from the boy as he tried to think about what this would mean for his dad.

He knew that even if everything went perfectly with the bypass surgery, his dad wouldnt be able to take care of the lawn and garden or do the household chores by himself. It would mean Kurt had to move back home to take care of his dad.

He thought about having to leave Dalton – there was no way they could afford the gas money to drive his Navigator 60 miles twice a day to commute. Kurt loved Dalton. He had made friends there, joined groups, and was doing well in his classes. He was safe – and not having his mind filled with fear every day meant he had time to study and now his grades might get him into college. And then there was the most important reason: Blaine.

He knew in his heart that he and Blaine were meant to be together. He knew this more, felt this deeper, than anything in his whole life. Blaine would wait for him. But the very thought of being so far away from Blaine was making a hole in his chest that he wasnt sure he could live through. His body began to shake.

“Hey, Kurt, are you okay? You know they said your dad was going to be fine, right? That they caught it in time?” Blaine said, trying to see Kurts face, but it was buried in Blaines neck and he was holding on with all of his might.

“Its going to be okay, I promise. Calm down, Kurt, you can go in and see your dad for yourself in just a few minutes,” Blaine said. He was getting worried.

Carole came back, small cardboard tray in hand as she passed the boys their tea and set some sugar, sweetener, and honey packets on the table, not sure how they liked their tea.

Blaine took the honey packets and stirred some into Kurts tea, holding the cup for him as he drank because his hands were still trembling. Carole saw this and put a hand to his shoulder.

“Hes in good hands, Kurt. I know this doctor – your dad is going to be fine,” she said.

Kurt took a few sips and cleared his throat.

“Ah...do you think I can see him soon? I will stay to do that, then I need to start getting things settled at home. Hell need to have someone there to take care of him. I can call Headmaster Ethridge and see what I need to do about a leave of absence from school. Oh...I need to get a notebook and pen to make a list...” Kurt said, his mind obviously scattered.

“Kurt,” Carole said, taking his hand, “Please, listen to me. Right now you need to calm yourself so you can go see your dad. That is all you need to concentrate on for now. We can work out the details of everything else later when we know more. Okay?”

“Ah...okay,” Kurt agreed, but not one of the three of them believed it.

“Kurt Hummel? You can come back to see your father now,” the CNA told him. He got up with Blaines help and straightened his spine. He was not going to let his father know how worried he was. He dried his face, smoothed his shirt and followed the woman down the hall, Carole and Blaine following him.

“Hey, Dad,” Kurt said, the very picture of calmness as he sat in the chair beside his fathers bed.

“Kurt.....” Burt drawled, his eyes big as he tried to keep them open to see his son.

“How are you feeling?”

“Drowsy... sleepy...” Burt said, trying to keep his eyes open, but failing.

“Mr. Hummel?” a man in a white coat said. His name Dr Marcus Redding MD – Cardiology was embroidered on the coat and matched the badge he wore around his neck.

“Yes?” Kurt answered as soon as he realized the doctor was addressing him and not his dad.

“Ive given your dad a nice little cocktail to keep him comfortable. He needs to sleep as much as possible today, so we ask that you keep your visit short. You may come visit any time you like, as long as it is short. We are going to have him ready for the bypass at five tomorrow morning and the surgery is at seven. Now, I have these pamphlets for you to read, or I can tell you about it, whichever you are more comfortable with?”

“Ah...Ill read the pamphlets. I want to just stay and talk to Dad for a while before he falls asleep, if thats okay,” Kurt said.

“Thats fine. Here is my cell number – call me if you have any questions. Ill let you have some privacy, then I think if you came once more tonight, that wouldnt be too much. We will take good care of your dad,” the doctor said and shook Kurts hand. Carole and Blaine left to go back to the waiting room in order to give Kurt some privacy with his father.

Kurt sat with his dad, held his hand and spoke quietly to him. When he was sound asleep, Kurt kissed his cheek and walked back out to the waiting room and fell into Blaines waiting arms. He knew he had to hold it together long enough to get home.

Carole was sitting patiently and Kurt turned to her.

“Are you....? Ah...do you? Ummmm....” he stammered, not sure how to ask this delicate question.

“Kurt, your dad was going to tell you this when you came next weekend, but I think you need to know now. I am moving in with your dad. We are in love and have talked about marriage,” Carole started and suddenly Kurt could see how drawn her face was, how worried she was. He reached out a hand and took hers.

“I know. He didnt have to say anything, I can see it in his eyes when he looks at you. My dad is in love with you, Carole, and I couldnt be happier,” he said. She blushed.

“Thank you, Kurt. I wish we were having this conversation under better circumstances, but I guess we arent going to get that luxury. For now, I think Ill go in and say goodbye and then I need to get back to my house. I havent told my son yet, and hell be getting up soon. I have your number, how about I give you a call when I head back up here and we can come together?” she suggested.

“Okay. Thank you,” he said.

“I can give you a ride to your dads house if Blaine needs to get back to Dalton?” she offered.

“No, thank you, Carole, Ill stay with him. I dont think Kurt should be alone right now,” Blaine said politely. Carole smiled warmly at him.

“I thought you would, Blaine. I was just making sure. I will see you two later then. Oh, Kurt, you are the next of kin, so they will call you in case of any changes. Could you let me know if they do?” she asked, looking shy.

“Of course I will,” Kurt said, and took her hand for a moment before turning to take Blaines hand and go home.

~ ~ ~ KB ~ ~ ~

“Im going to make you some lunch,” Blaine said when hed gotten Kurt in the house and sitting at the kitchen table. Kurt had located a notebook and pen and was scribbling down a quick list before setting the items down in a logical and neat order on the paper. Murphy, the small retriever, sat beside Kurt and tried to push his nose into Kurts hand.

“Im not hungry, but thanks, Blaine,” he said, preoccupied with his lists. “Murphy, lie down. Im sorry, old boy, but Dad isnt coming home tonight,” he said absentmindedly as he scratched behind the dogs ears and went back to writing lists.

Blaine ignored this of course and made them turkey bacon, tomato, and lettuce sandwiches with a small salad and some fresh grapes. He poured them each a glass of cold apple cider and set the things on the kitchen table.

Kurt looked up from his pages and blinked. He smelled the delicious food and realized just how hungry he was.

“Thanks, Blaine. I kind of forgot about eating...” he said, taking a bite of the sandwich and smiling. Blaine reached over and squeezed his hand.

“Oh, thats wonderful,” he praised Blaine, loving the sandwich and eating a few grapes. They ate mostly in silence, each busy with their own thoughts.

When they were done, Blaine cleared the table and washed the dishes as Kurt fed Murphy and made phone calls.

They met at the table again, sitting next to each other as Kurt straightened the stack of papers in front of him.

“Hank can take over at the shop. Hes the assistant manager and has been there for eight years, so that isnt a problem. Dad trusts him and hes done it before. Second, Petey DeLong next door will do the yard work and his mother offered to water the lawn, so that is taken care of for now. I called the insurance company and they will pay for a visiting nurse. They assured me the hospital will set that up before they let him come home. I can do laundry, dishes, cooking, and any care the nurse doesnt,” Kurt said, ticking off the items as he went down the list.

“Okay, next, I can take a leave of absence from Dalton without penalty for thirty days. I have to keep up my school work, but they will work something out with my teachers,” Kurt said, looking just slightly relieved.

“I can run over a few times a week and get the assignments for us, no problem,” Blaine said, folding his hands on the table and waiting for the next bulleted item from Kurts list.

“ What? ...assignments for us? What do you mean?” Kurt asked, looking puzzled.

“The assignments. I can go get them while youre with your dad and have them back here for us to work on in the evenings while hes asleep. It should work out fine,” Blaine said, wondering what the confusion was.

“Ah...youll be in school, Blaine. I can arrange to have them e-mailed, like an on-line class. Im confused,” Kurt admitted, looking at Blaine with his head cocked to the right. He was so cute when he did that, and Blaine usually grinned when he saw it – but there was some problem with communication here.

“Ill be here, Kurt. Where else would I be?”

“Oh...no, I can do this. Its my dad, I will take care of him. It was kind of you to offer, but I can do it,” Kurt stated, brushing off Blaines offer.

“Hey, wait a darned minute...I am going to be here. With you. Thats my place, Kurt. To be with you.” Blaine didnt mean to be forceful, but there was no way in hell he was going to leave Kurt to face this alone. Not while he walked the earth, anyway. He put his hands on his hips and gave Kurt a determined look.

Kurt just stared for a moment, the gears turning in his head as he thought. He was so tired and his head was aching and his heart hurt for his dad. He was scared and overwhelmed and this was too much. He could not fight Blaine, too. He sat still for a few moments, just looking at Blaine, trying to form words to explain. His forehead wrinkled, his mouth tightened, and he tried to hold his breath as a last-ditch effort - - but he could not hold on one minute longer. His arms were crossed on the table and he let his head fall forward, his face hidden in his arms. His eyes burned as he tried to hold back the hot tears, but this was too much. His shoulders started to shake as he sobbed into his shirtsleeves.

“Oh, Kurt...no, honey...no...come here. Come here to me,” Blaine cooed at him, pulling his shoulders back and wrapped him into a tight embrace. Kurt didnt fight him, he just let Blaine do what he wanted and went along like a rag doll.

If Blaine was upset or scared of Kurts behavior, he didnt show it. He led Kurt down to his bedroom and sat him on the bed.

Very carefully he undressed his boyfriend, folding his clothes and setting them on the dresser, then removed his own. He led Kurt into the bathroom and sat him down at the vanity while he got a hot shower ready, leading Kurt under the water.

Blaine just let Kurt lean against him, holding the emotional boy up and washing his hair, then taking a wash cloth and soaping it. He washed Kurts back and chest, down his arms and then his perky ass and legs. There was nothing sensual in it, and although Blaine was certainly not blind to Kurts best assets, he had other things to think about than lusting after Kurts body – no matter how breathtaking it was.

Kurt seemed to be in another place. He responded to directions, but he didnt speak or show any interest in Blaines hands all over his naked skin. Blaine was just a tiny bit hurt by this, but told himself that he might be the same way if faced with the same circumstances.

Kurt was still leaning on Blaine when the light went out. They were plunged into total darkness and both jumped.

“What happened?” Kurt asked in a small voice.

“I think the bulb just went out. I heard it make that sound – you know – like it sizzzled out,” Blaine said.

“Wow, way to be articulate,” Kurt giggled.

Blaine stood still for a moment. Did Kurt just make a joke?

“Where do you keep your light bulbs, Kurt? I can go get one and replace the bulb.”

“In the hall closet on the second floor,” Kurt said, obviously trying to smother another giggle. Blaine groaned. But he was also smiling to hear the playfulness in Kurts voice.

“Umm...I need to rinse off before I can get out of the shower, I think. I dont want the soap to dry on my skin. Can you...maybe reach my back and help me rinse the suds off?” Blaine asked, highlighting the innocence in his voice. Kurt reached to help and Blaine stepped forward, his chest touching Kurts.

Of course since their chests touched, Blaine decided their toes should also touch and scooted them forward, an inch at a time. He moved his arms to put on Kurts back, bringing the boy closer as every inch of his skin yearned to touch Kurts. They stood still, as if in shock for a long moment, breath held, until both relaxed into the embrace.

Kurt had been so far into his own head when Blaine was washing him, his body had not reacted to the other boys touch. Reaching down to cup Kurts cock, he found it softly nestled on his balls, as though it were sleeping. It felt so different for Blaine to touch the seemingly delicate organ, so velvety in his hand, he was unexpectedly in awe of it. Common sense told him that it was not going to stay flaccid for very long when he heard Kurt gasp. Without conscious thought, Blaine was on his knees in an instant, his lips engulfing Kurts cock as he sucked lightly to bring it all into his mouth at once while he could.

Blaine had never had a cock in his mouth before, and found this was different than anything he had imagined as he rolled his tongue gently around it. A moan began in his throat, completely unbidden, and he had to open his lips slightly to let it out. He was hyper-aware of everything around him now, his senses bringing him information that he never gave thought to before. He felt the water now getting cool and reached over to shut it off before Kurt could get chilled.

The sound of his own throat as he swallowed his saliva was too loud, he imagined it echoing off the walls of the shower and tried not to swallow – but it was impossible and the movement each time he did it made Kurts hands buried in his curls tighten. That felt too good to stop, so he tried to swallow harder, letting the tip of Kurts cock slide just a bit into the back of his mouth.

Kurt was stunned. He thought they might get to this stage sometime in the future and it was an act he gave a lot of thought to when alone in the shower, but this? Then he realized that he wasnt hard and he briefly panicked that he was broken – for as long as he had been aware of Blaine Anderson, his cock had been interested to the point of getting hard. Every time he saw or heard or sometimes even just thought of Blaine, his cock had given him a twitch, had started to harden, or stood proud and erect. It had never once failed to fill with blood from the first day. It was not always easy to control it, but he managed. But now - to be standing here, Blaines mouth filled with his cock and it refused to perform. Kurt was on the verge of panic, but had no idea what to do about it. Now Blaine might get the wrong idea...

Actually, Blaine wasnt thinking about that at all. He had his eyes closed, even though it was dark as midnight in a cave in the bathroom. Lack of sight had heightened all of his senses...and he could feel every inch of Kurts cock with his tongue and lips. It was fascinating to feel as it filled with warmth, growing in his mouth as he struggled to keep it all in – but that was quickly becoming impossible as the blood rushed to the organ and it got harder by the nano-second.

Blaine was humming in ecstasy. This was the most amazing thing he had ever experienced and he was sharing it with his Kurt - who was leaning against the tiles in the shower, his fingers buried in Blaines curly hair and was reciting...what? Was that a prayer? Blaine though for a moment, but his other senses were bidding for his attention and he lost the thought.

“Ah....” Kurt moaned as his cock pushed its way down Blaines throat.

Blaine had to let some of it slide out of his mouth now, it was so long and thick, so warm. Blaine was amazed at the warmth, like melted chocolate maybe, as his tongue explored the ridge under the crown where Blaine knew it would feel good.

“Yes....oh, yes...” Kurt whispered, spreading his feet further apart to steady himself.

There was nothing soft or sleepy about the organ in his mouth now, and Blaine was not only running his tongue around the head, but down the underside, knowing it was a quicker pathway to Kurts brain. He had to use his hand to steady the cock as it continued to fill and grow. The tip of his tongue entered the slit, amazed at the difference in texture as he licked and probed and felt his tongue slide under the foreskin to touch every inch of Kurt.

He was breathing through his nose, not about to open his mouth before he was done. The scent of Kurt was everywhere and Blaine wanted to rub his nose into Kurts silky pubic hair, to rub the scent all over his face. It was not the usual strong odor of sage and bergamot of Kurts soap, it was earthy and fresh. He tried to place it, but could only recall smelling it when he was close to Kurt. It was the scent of Kurts neck when he woke up in the morning, a lighter version of Kurts body when he changed his shirt after running on the track with Blaine during gym class. It was comfort and love and urgent need all rolled into a single scent – and Blaine took a deep sniff and sucked Kurt harder.

“Blaine....oh...yes, Blaine, yes...” Kurt said in a voice so low he could hardly hear it with his ears and imagined it as coming through his skin to live inside of him. If this was what they would be doing for the rest of their lives, Blaine was the luckiest boy in the world.

He continued to stimulate Kurt, sucking a bit harder, tasting and worshiping this boy as he lost conscious thought. Kurts legs were trembling and his breath was rough as his fingers pulled Blaines curls and his cock was so hard it was just not possible. Blaine felt Kurts balls pull tighter to his body and cupped them with one hand, barely massaging the soft flesh and stroking just behind them with his thumb as he had learned to do to himself.

“Blaine...Blaine...” Kurt said, a certain urgency in his voice made Blaine stop for a moment to discern what Kurt was asking for. “Do you...well...Im so close to coming, Blaine – you can finish me with your hand if...” Kurt babbled, his voice catching in his throat as he offered Blaine a way out before he came.

Blaine shook his head no and redoubled his efforts to bring Kurt to the climax.

Kurt was so tense now – his muscles were stiff and Blaine was suddenly so sad he hadnt gone for that lightbulb first because he wanted to see Kurts face now, he yearned to see his body, his cock - but those thoughts were put away as he felt a subterranean quiver and Kurt was ejaculating down his throat, filling his mouth with warm seed and his ears with whispered prayers and praise.

Blaine was holding Kurts legs tightly, not wanting to let go as he swallowed and swallowed the warmth that was still filling his mouth.

Blaine held on until Kurt was done and let out a relieved sigh, his arms around Kurt.

“Are you okay?” Kurt asked in a small voice, “I didnt choke you...?”

“No, baby...Im fine, just fine,” Blaine whispered, still in a dreamworld as he thought about what Kurts face looked like during his release.

As he let his muscles go, Kurt wilted down into the tub beside Blaine. His arms found Blaines waist and wrapped himself around him, unable to move for a few moments. Blaine was sitting down in the tub, gathering Kurt into his lap, one arm supporting his body and the other touching his cock very tenderly as he felt it slowly go back to its soft and small self, once again asleep in its nest.

Kurt was clearly tired, laying his head on Blaines shoulder and kissing his neck a few times, sighing as he tensed a back muscle and rubbed it and then relaxed into Blaine once again. Kurt was trying not to doze, but he felt himself losing the battle. He felt a new dampness on his chest and put his hand there, puzzling out if it was just the shower head dripping.

“Blaine, are you crying?” he asked, his voice worried. Blaine nodded, just a tiny bit but Kurt felt it.

“Whats wrong?” he asked, “Was it something I did?”

“No. Im just so happy, Kurt. So happy...”

“Why?”

“Because I love you. I love you so much – and because youre mine.”