Cooper sent Mercedes a text from his room that night.

C - Hey, Cedes, do you miss me yet?

M – Silly man...you just dropped me off less than an hour ago. Ok, I do.

C – Why didn't you let me meet your folks?

M – I have to talk to them first. You are kinda.....ah...

C – What? Smelly? Rude? Stupid?.....WHITE???

M – No. Well, you are all of those things. But no..it's...your age.

C- Oh.

M – I'm sure it will be fine, I'm just thinking of how to tell them. Give me a few days.

C – Ok. Understood. Will I see you tomorrow?

M – If you're lucky and I'm slow.

C – LOL I'll text you in the morning, beautiful.

M – Goodnight, sweet prince.

Mercedes sent a text to Kurt:

M – Hey, Kurt. Got a second?

K – For you? Anything. Anytime. What's up?

M – I have a frickin' HUGE favor to ask.

K – Your wish is my command....you want me to lasso the moon?

M – You're sweet. But, no. I was wondering if you can throw a dinner party. For my folks to see your new house?

K – Hey, you read my mind. But why do you want me to? I think there's something you aren't telling me. Does it have something to do with a certain someone who's been holding your hand?

M – Bingo.

K – Why not have him over to your house?

M – I don't think my mama is going to be thrilled with her little girl dating someone old enough to be my father.

K – Hey, Coop is only 31. Not so strange. She'll come around – if he's anywhere near as charming as his little brother.

M – Oh, here we go. Yes, I know the sun shines out of Blaine's butt. Let's keep the drooling to a minimum, okay?

K – Okay. Have a good night, Mercy. Love you.

M – I love you, too, Kurt.

“Hey, Kurt, step in here a minute,” his dad called from the kitchen. Kurt walked in and found the new puppy frisking around his dad. “I think this pup needs to be taken for a walk, he's sniffing around the floor and that usually means he needs to find a place to pee.”

“Okay, sure Dad,” Kurt said, scooping up the fluffy ball of energy and taking it to his room to find the leash.

“Blaine, I'm going to take the puppy for a short walk. You gonna be okay for about fifteen minutes?” he asked.

“Sure, Kurt. Take your time. Hey, maybe tomorrow we can go for a walk together, I'll hold the leash and you can push the wheelchair?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

With Kurt gone, Cooper strolled into the room to visit with his brother.

“I don't need a babysitter or a nursemaid, Coop,” Blaine snapped.

“I know. I just wanted to talk with you – without your mama tiger in the room,” Coop grimaced. Blaine shot him a bitch-glare worthy of Kurt himself. “Are you talking about my boyfriend?”

Cooper carefully chose his next words, not wanting to make Blaine any more upset at him. He had some serious thing to say to his brother.

“Well, you have to admit he does kinda have this sort of...grip on you. Kinda overboard in the protection arena, huh? But we all know it comes from a place of caring.......??” Blaine just smiled. "Blaine. You know I'm your legal guardian.”

Blaine nodded.

“ As such, I'm just going to lay it on the line and tell you what's up. Okay? Well, I've been talking to your doctors and they are in agreement that in spite of the fact that you continue to get better, “ Coop emphasized this, “they are recommending that you don't return to school.”

Blaine just stared at Coop. “What? That makes no sense. I have to graduate. How can I get into college if I don't graduate?” He was starting to hyperventilate. Was there no end at all of the ways this meningitis had fucked up his life?

“No, no, Squirt, you need to let me finish.” Coop hurried to tell his brother the whole story before he blew a gasket. “No – what they're saying is that you are not yet able to go back to school. Dalton is a private school, so they aren't held to the same standards as public schools in terms of handicap accessibility. You know most of the senior classrooms are in the main building....up those spiral stairs. It may make for a grand looking building, but not so easy for a wheelchair to access. Also, McKinley is not the environment I want you in. You know the problems Kurt's had with bullies. You're also out, and I'm guessing life for the gay teen at McKinley isn't yet a bed of roses? I don't want you exposed to a dangerous situation. As your loving brother, I'm just going to have to make a difficult decision here and say no to your returning to school this semester.”

Blaine was struggling so hard not to cry. He would miss being in school, he loved the interaction that school provided him. He genuinely loved to learn. And....the most devastating thing, what would he do without Kurt all day? He began to tremble, the fear of not having Kurt near him shaking him to his core. He finally lost the battle and tears began to slide slowly down his cheeks. He didn't even bother to rub them off. He didn't care.

“Aw, Blaine...surely you saw this coming? It's just for a semester. We will revisit this at the end of the semester and maybe you can go back in January?” Cooper wanted to give him some hope.

“I know you want to go to college, and I think you will. It's a different environment, you'd be safer. Now, tell me the thing that is bothering you the most,” he asked, but he already knew what it was. And he thought he had a solution.

“Kurt. If he's at school all day, I'll be alone. You know he won't want me to be with somebody you pay to take care of me in a nursing home. I'm scared, Cooper. I don't understand this strange body I have now, not like I understood the body I had before the meningitis. Now it just keeps failing me. The physical therapists tell me I'm recovering, but I don't feel it. I want to get up and dance! But here I am, too weak to even push myself in this damned chair. I can't even trust my body – how can I trust anything? Don't get me wrong, Coop. I trust you, but you live in Columbus. Before you say it, I know you're a phone call away. But you have your life. The Hummels have been wonderful to me. Really more than I could ever expect, but they have their lives, too. I can only be so grateful for so long before that just becomes meaningless. But Kurt? I just feel differently about him. I trust him with my whole being, Cooper, it's like we're already committed to each other.

“I am grateful to you for thinking of getting me the wheelchair, and you're right in that it gives me a little more freedom - plus it's easier on Kurt. But....about....Kurt?” Blaine's eyes took on a darker look, pupils dilated and unshed tears making them look liquid. It was so intense, it almost scared Cooper. It made him wish someone loved him that much. “But will he see one day that it's not worth his spending every minute with me, not just 'with' me, but taking care of me? I mean, who my age has to have their boyfriend wipe their ass for them? Do you have any idea how humiliating that was? But Kurt, bless him, never said a word. He'd be talking about music or history or something to take my mind off of what he was doing, trying to make me feel more comfortable. How can I repay that?” Blaine burst out.

“Ah, Blaine. Do you really think Kurt wants to be repaid? No, of course not. Everyone can see how he looks at you with that lovelight in his eyes. He does it because he loves you, Blaine.”

“I guess I know that. It just seems so unreal at times. Cooper, I want to spend the rest of my life with Kurt. I have since before I got sick, but I never told him that. Wouldn't it feel weird for me to tell him now? He would think I just wanted him to take care of me.”

“No, Blaine. I don't believe that. And you should give it more thought. Kurt is happy to take care of you, it makes him feel like he matters to you. Blaine, he loves you – just as much as you love him.” Coop looked deep into his brother's eyes. He saw how desperate Blaine was to let him know how important Kurt was to him. “You want to marry him, don't you?”

Blaine dropped his head. He knew he did, but was he ready to say it to Coop? Was he ready to say it to Kurt? “Coop? I am. But I need to know a little more - things only you can answer.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“I want you to promise me you can keep some things to yourself. You have never betrayed my trust before, so I have no expectation for you to do it now, but I want you to know how important it is to me for you to stay silent.”

“Okay, Blaine. You know I will,” Cooper agreed.

“Kurt, or his family, is never to know this house is in my name. I think it might make them feel weird about it, and I want them to stay. Second, Kurt is aware that I have an income, but he probably thinks it amounts to maybe a few hundred a month. He is not to know about my trust fund.”

“Hell, Blaine – YOU don't know about your trust fund! You never ask and you've trusted me to invest part of it. Do you know it's more than $800,000 now? And that isn't counting your part of the family business. You know it's a fortune 500 company? You know what that means? And one quarter of it is yours. I administer it until you are 25, but it's your money, Squirt.” Cooper loved to talk about money, he was an accountant after all, but Blaine hardly ever used his money. He just stuck it in savings or whatever investments Cooper advised.

“Yeah, I know. And I know it means I could live off of it for the rest of my life. But I don't want to just live off of the money Dad and Mom earned. I want to go to college, Coop. I want to make my life important to someone. I want it to be Kurt.”

Coop patted Blaine on the back, then moved to give him a hug. “I love you, Squirt. I will make the school thing work. I promise. I have to talk it over with Burt, but I have an idea.”

“Blaine!” Kurt called from down the hall. “We're back!” and an avalanche of excited collie puppy ran into the bedroom, wagging its tail.

“That's my cue to go, I think. Have a good evening, Blaine, Kurt...I need to go make a phone call,” Coop said on his way out.

“Would that be to Mercedes?” Kurt yelled behind him. Cooper blushed up to his ears, but the boys didn't see it – Coop was already to the stairs.

The boys were ready for bed, just snuggling under the covers and watching a movie when Burt knocked on the open door.

“Hey, I just wanted to talk to you a little. Blaine, did Coop explain that the doctors are reluctant to let you return to school?”

Blaine nodded, too emotional to speak. He grabbed Kurt's hand and tangled their fingers together. He leaned his head on Kurt's shoulder. He felt ready to take this, but only with his rock steadying him. He had told Kurt about what Coop had revealed about Blaine not returning to school. Burt was looking from sparkling blue eyes to honey brown eyes.

“Coop and I think we have a solution, but it is your lives here, and we consider that both of you are able to weigh pros and cons of any decision, so I will tell you what I think, then you can tell me what you think,” Burt explained.

“I talked it over with Mr Schue. I guess I should have gone to Miss Pillsbury, but I just can't feel comfortable with her. You know what I mean?” Both boys got silly grins on their faces and nodded that they did indeed understand. “What Coop and I found out from Mr Schue is that as long as you are in one class at McKinley, you are eligible to be classified as a student. You can have the state pay for a tutor/teacher to come to your home. Blaine qualifies because of his illness, and Kurt, you qualify as his caregiver. Mr Schue recommended a teacher by the name of...let me think...Oh, yeah, Holly Holiday. She can teach all of the basic classes you need to graduate,” Burt finished, a question on his face for the boys.

Kurt was turning red. “Ah, yeah, I know Miss Holiday, Dad. She subbed in English, History, Calc, and when Mr Schue got the Asian Flu, I asked her to take over Glee Club to get us out of the clutches of Rachel Berry,” Burt laughed. “Oh, and she subbed for the sex education teacher, too.” Kurt's red face was practically glowing.

“Okay....well, I guess from your face that was an...experience? Is having her come to tutor you something you guys want? To be home schooled?” Burt asked his boys. “Think about it. You will have to enroll for one class to be classified as a student at McKinley, so think about that, too.”

“Okay, Mr Hummel,” Blaine said. Burt gave him a hard look and Blaine said, “Ah..Burt I meant...” He was rewarded with a nice smile from Burt. Kurt coughed to hide his laugh, earning him an elbow in the stomach from Blaine. “Does it matter which class we sign up for at McKinley?”

“Nope. Your choice. I'm off to bed, let me know tomorrow and I'll get this ball rolling.” Burt smiled at his boys. Then he went up to talk to Cooper again. Coop was worried about something Blaine had said, and it concerned Kurt. No rest for the wicked, Burt thought as he walked up the stairs to Cooper's room.

Kurt sat on the floor, rubbing the puppy's soft ears. The pup was falling asleep in his lap, tired from the run down the street to the park. He was still kind of young to do much, but with that boundless energy, the walk seemed like a good idea. Blaine was hanging over the edge of the bed.

“Kurt? I think you are giving that puppy more attention that you gave me today,” he said with a smirk.

“Oh, you buy the bundle of love for me, then you're jealous? I don't think that's allowed,” Kurt teased back, rubbing Blaine's ears like he was the puppy.

Blaine shook his head. “Hey, I'm not a puppy!”

“Hah, I beg to differ. Have you seen your eyes when you want something from me?” Kurt laughed.

“Hey, that's not fair. Anyway, I don't think you like the puppy. You haven't even named him and you've had him two days. Poor abused dog,” Blaine made his famous puppy-eyes.

“Well, I have a list. You can help me,” Kurt decided. “I'm taking suggestions.”

Kurt picked the puppy up and took him into the mud room where his kennel was set up. He put him in on the soft blanket, made sure he had food and water, and whispered, “Goodnight, sweet boy,” and went back to bed.

Blaine was lying on top of the covers, his eyes closed, his arms around Kurt's pillow. But Kurt could tell he wasn't asleep. His muscles were too stiff. He looked like he was in pain, holding his arms so tightly, the muscles bunched with stress. It had been a long day.

“I have an idea if you want to try it -if you aren't too tired?” Kurt asked. Maybe it wasn't fair, he knew Blaine would always say yes, if he was on his deathbed, he would say yes to Kurt. But he was going to take advantage of that because he thought it would help Blaine sleep.

“Okay, what do I have to do?” Blaine was beginning to show interest. He had missed Kurt today, with all that was going on. He knew his boyfriend needed some time away from his side, needed a breather once in a while, but it was hard to let him go.

“Come with me. Where is your robe?” Kurt asked.

Blaine sat up. “In the closet, of course," he directed and Kurt got it, along with his own. He began by undressing Blaine, slowly and kissing or touching every part of him while he did it. He had gone out to the hot tub today and figured out how to use it. A quick call to Puck had given him all the help he needed to figure it out. The tub was under a high roof, so nobody in the house could see it from their window, and the wall around it had a locking gate. Kurt had the only key. He had put several things out by the tub earlier that evening.

Last week he had talked with the physical therapist about the hot tub and if it was okay for Blaine to use. Then he had a discreet talk with Blaine's doctor about any things to be careful of...if certain circumstances happened, Blaine being a red-blooded teenager and all. It seemed all was okay. It was hard for Kurt to ask, but he did it for Blaine. Blaine was having so many issues about the loss of control in his life, it would be good for him to be able to control this, the doctor had said.

“Want to walk?” Kurt asked, helping Blaine to get his feet on the floor.

“Of course!” He crowed. Any chance to walk was good to Blaine. They started, Kurt's arm supporting him, strong and warm and safe. Blaine sighed in happiness. He was able to walk seven steps when his legs got wobbly. “Damn.” he whispered to himself. Kurt slid his arm beneath Blaine's knees and picked him up. It wasn't far from the French door to the gate of the hot tub enclosure.

Kurt lifted Blaine into the tub, on the seat nearest the water jets, having removed his robe. He went back, locked the gate, and removed his own robe. He climbed in next to Blaine and turned on the jets. Warm water poured over the boys' legs and Blaine made a noise....very close to the noises he made when he was aroused. Kurt's body reacted to it right away, but he turned a tiny bit so Blaine wouldn't feel it. He was interested in making Blaine's sore joints better right now. Arousal would wait.

Blaine moved his arms out in front of himself. The water was almost up to his neck because they were sitting on the lower seats. He leaned back, enjoying the feel of the water washing over him. He closed his eyes and relaxed. It felt wonderful. Kurt was feeling the same thing. He was always happy to give Blaine a massage, but sometimes that made his own muscles hurt and cramp. He had nobody to rub the soreness from his own body – though he wasn't resentful in the least. Just wishful at times. But this, with the pounding water massaging him – he could get used to this. It took him a minute, but he realized that he really could get used to this because he lived here now. Wow. He hadn't even thought of that. Some days you were just lucky. Lucky. He started humming that song. Sam had sung it with Quinn last year. After a few beats, Kurt chimed in, then they started singing:

Do you hear me? I'm talking to you

Across the water across the deep blue ocean

Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying
Boy I hear you in my dreams

I feel your whisper across the sea

I keep you with me in my heart

You make it easier when life gets hard
I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend

Lucky to have been where I have been

Lucky to be coming home again

Ooh ooh ooh

They don't know how long it takes

Waiting for a love like this

Every time we say goodbye

I wish we had one more kiss I'll wait for you

I promise you, I will

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend

Lucky to have been where I have been

Lucky to be coming home again
Lucky we're in love in every way

Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed

Lucky to be coming home someday

And so I'm sailing through the sea

To an island where we'll meet

You'll hear the music fill the air

I'll put a flower in your hair
Though the breezes through trees

Move so pretty you're all I see

As the world keeps spinning 'round

You hold me right here, right nowi

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend

Lucky to have been where I have been

Lucky to be coming home again
I'm lucky we're in love in every way

Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed

Lucky to be coming home someday
Ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh, ooh

“Oh, Blaine, that was fun. I miss singing. We should do that more often,” Kurt said. Blaine put his head on Kurt's shoulder and Kurt's arm went around him. He'd given a lot of thought to what his life was now as compared to before the illness. It seemed to be a checkerboard of darkness and light - before, his relationship with Kurthad been light and flirty, no words were exchanged about forever or even more than an occassional 'I love you' when they kissed in an out-of-the-way alcove. It had progressed to hugging and kissing, but that was where they stopped.

After Blaine had been released it was a different world. Kurt was so loving and caring and Blaine was falling so in love with him. It was hard when Kurt wasn't near him. He knew he was clinging to Kurt, but he felt cut adrift when he was by himself. He shook his head and concentrated on what Kurt was saying.

“Yeah, I miss it, too. And I miss …....well, I guess I miss being with other people that sing. It's not that I don't enjoy your company, it's that I sometimes wish we could go together to some of those things. We made a great duo, didn't we?” Blaine lamented. Kurt kissed his temple, pulling him closer.

“I was going to bring that up. We need to talk about having a tutor and all...what do you think about it?” Kurt asked.

“I think it's a good solution. I can't think of a better one. I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up with the class, I mean in a physical way. Hell, Kurt, I can't stay awake for dinner if I don't take a nap – like a little baby. Damn it. I get so angry.”

“I do understand. I want to stay with you – I'm fine with having a tutor. And since we have to have one class at McKinley, I was going to suggest we enroll in Glee. Oh, I guess on the schedule it's called 'Show Choir' so we get credits for it. But it's the same group of kids. What do you think?”

“I hadn't thought. I was worried you would miss your friend so much, maybe you wouldn't want to stay here with me,” Blaine said with tears in his eyes. “Oh, my god, Kurt. I HATE it that I'm forever in tears. What the fuck is wrong with me? I mean, really.....this isn't fair. My whole body has just betrayed me. I can't walk, I can't stop crying, I can't concentrate, I can't do ANYTHING. How can you stand me? I'm not the same person you fell in love with, am I? I'm just some shell of a person, barely living on the edge of life, using all your energy, sucking the life out of you each day,” Blaine just went completely to pieces, sobbing and trembling, pulling away from Kurt. “Oh, shit. Fuck me. I am so feeble, I can't even get out of this hot tub by myself.”

Kurt flinched at Blaine's outburst, but he had expected this for a long time. Blaine had been holding in the anger, which the counselors had tried to get him to vent. So, instead of getting more angry at Blaine, which was his first instinct, he remained calm. Blaine sort of swam over to the other side of the tub, his head turned away from Kurt. He sobbed and shook, so angry and no way to run away. It was breaking Kurt's heart, but he knew to give Blaine his space for a while.

It went on forever it seemed. Kurt was shaking, too. He cried to himself, dunking his face under the water to get rid of the tears. Finally, Blaine stopped. He just sort of slumped down. Kurt reached over to turn off the jets.

“Blaine?”

“Hmmmm?”

“Blaine, can I come over there? I don't want to push you, but I do want you to know I'm here. I want to talk to you if I can. But it's up to you. I can get you back in to the bed if you want, no talking if that's better for you. I'll go sleep on the sofa if you need space. Or I can call Cooper, he'll be here in a few hours if you need him.” Kurt spoke very softly, slowly to be sure Blaine heard him. Blaine just sat there for a while. Kurt waited, silently.

“Kurt?”

“Yeah, baby?”

Blaine sighed at the term of endearment. Leave it to Kurt to understand and not turn Blaine's anger back at him. Tears of gratitude threatened to spill, but Blaine had been crying for so long, there seemed like not enough moisture was left in his body to form tears. His throat hurt, his chest was sore, he was a complete wreck.

Blaine couldn't speak. He just held out his arms and the next thing he knew, Kurt was in them. This time, Kurt was the one crying. He held Blaine next to his heart, and Blaine could hear it beat.

“Oh, Blaine. I don't know what to say to you so that you understand how much you mean to me. I don't see you as broken, baby. I see you as the same wonderful person I saw on the stairway at Dalton, the one that took my hand and led me into a new life, a life worth living. Blaine, I never knew love until I met you. You saved me, baby, and I owe you my life for that.” Kurt sighed. He didn't know if he was getting through to Blaine, but he knew if he didn't, he may be lost forever. He was trembling when he started talking again.

“I don't care about the rest of the world, Blaine. I only want you, I only need you. It was tragic what happened to you. I'd give anything...ANYTHING if I could have taken your place. You know I never left your side. You were so scared, and you asked me not to leave you. Blaine, I never left then - - and I'll never leave now. We have to come out of this. I know we can. Together we can weather this storm.” Kurt was holding Blaine so tightly, he wanted him to feel how much he loved him.

Blaine finally started to respond. He brushed Kurt's cheek with his fingers. He was holding on for dear life. Kurt kissed his cheek, then they moved their lips together so gently, kissing each other, asking and granting permission to enter and their tongues met, dancing together. Blaine moaned, stirred to arousal by the heat from Kurt's mouth, returning the passion. They moved into the water, sliding against each other in a water dance as they explored the bodies they were coming to know as well as their own. The water was still very warm, too warm to maintain an aroused state, so Kurt pulled Blaine to the edge of the tub, lifting him over the edge to the seat on the outside. He pulled himself up, too and got the towels. They moved into the back of the shelter, to the chaise lounge to sit on the soft cushions.

Kurt began toweling off Blaine, slowly and tenderly drying each inch, kissing and fondling as he went. It was like he was worshiping Blaine's body. Blaine was drunk with love, kissing Kurt where he could reach him, running his hands down Kurt's flesh. He took the other towel and began drying Kurt off, too. Drying turned to kissing, Blaine moved down Kurt's back, his hands flat on the muscles there, rubbing and stroking. When he reached Kurt's waist, he moved slower, turning his boyfriend's body so he had access to his ass. He moved his tongue down over the cheek, running his hand over the other one. Kurt stretched his arms, arched his back to move closer. His skin was so soft here, and Blaine moved his hands up the inside of Kurt's thighs, listening to the moans that brought out. He was ready, ready for something more, but afraid Kurt was not. His emotions were too raw right now to ask to break the final barrier. He would stay with something that would bring his boyfriend pleasure, but not send him into a tailspin. And he knew Kurt could not take advantage of him, he loved him too much. Maybe he was the mama tiger Cooper and Finn thought he was, but Blaine felt lucky for all that.

Blaine was tired. He wanted to do this, but he was beginning to have trouble holding his muscles up, it was hard to move his arms and legs. He was unhappy about this in an abstract way, but it didn't seem to bother Kurt. So Blaine relaxed to enjoy what he was feeling. Kurt smelled so good. It might be because he was fresh from the water, but it was more. Hints of his cologne were still clinging to him. Blaine knew Kurt used an old fragrance, one hard to find, called Aramis. To Blaine, it smelled like seduction itself. Just a whiff of that and he was getting hard, even in a department store. Next, he could see how Kurt was so aroused. He was hard as a brass rod, the foreskin pulled back and the end glistening in the dim light. Blaine groaned at the sight. He had never actually known any boy that was not circumcised, had not given it much thought until he met Kurt. It wasn't like he had anything to compare it to, he hadn't had a boyfriend before. It was just another thing that made Kurt special.

Blaine moved Kurt down a bit, keeping him on his stomach. He moved Kurt's ass cheeks apart, then kissed the skin on his cheeks. He moved between and put out his tongue, tasting the skin so close to Kurt's core. His tongue licked at first, then began a sort of massage. The moan that escaped Kurt's throat was just the catalyst needed to make Blaine leave all hesitance behind. He moved his tongue deeper, running it around the ring of tight muscle, pushing in and licking, a sensual feeling that Kurt had never felt except from Blaine. No amount of anal play had ever felt like this. He was panting, moaning, and pushing himself back towards Blaine's warm mouth. But he stopped Blaine by turning over.

“Why, baby? Was I hurting you?” he panted, a hurt question formed on his face.

“No, Blaine. Not hurting. But....stop a minute.”

“Okay.”

Kurt sat up. He put his arms around Blaine, bringing him closer to kiss him, pushing him back on the chaise, into the soft cushions. He was almost lying on top of Blaine, rubbing and letting the friction take over. Then he slowly pushed Blaine's hip, making him turn on his stomach. Blaine let loose a moan. Kurt began to kiss down his back, massaging as he went, moving Blaine's legs farther apart and running his hands slowly up the inside of his thighs. Blaine had his eyes closed, humming with excitement. He had done this to Kurt several times, but had never had it done to himself. The anticipation was almost as good as the act.

Kurt rubbed his boyfriend's cheeks, massaging them for a while before he pulled them apart. He bit the left one softly, pulling a moan from Blaine. Then he began to lick his tongue slowly in wide paths over the cheeks, not quite to the middle. Blaine was practically twitching before Kurt put his tongue down to the pink entrance, and Blaine came unglued. He moaned and shook. Kurt held him still by lying on his legs, inching them apart, then massaging with his tongue. Blaine had never felt anything so sensuous. Ever. It felt so good, he never wanted it to stop. And Kurt knew that...he had experienced it and wanted Blaine to feel that good.

“Kurt....that can't be all. I need more. Don't make me beg, but I need more....Please, I'm ready,” Blaine mumbled, grasping at Kurt as he said it.

“I'll take care of you, baby.” Kurt told him, leaning down to kiss his neck before reaching over to the table to get the bottle of lube he had placed there earlier. He wasn't ready for anal sex, they would have to talk about that first, make decisions together. But he could go a step further tonight. He let the lube cover his fingers, making sure he had enough.

“Okay, this might be a tiny bit cold, but I've tried to warm it enough. Are you ready?”

Blaine wasn't sure he was ready, His mind was scrambled and he didn't know what Kurt had planned. But he trusted his boyfriend, so he nodded.

Kurt rolled Blaine over onto his back. He moved his legs apart and Blaine moaned in anticipation. Kurt moved his first finger, coating the area with lube. Then he eased just his finger into the edge, checking Blaine for signs of pain or discomfort. While he had done this to himself a little bit with no pain, he wasn't sure of his boyfriend's reaction. Blaine moaned a little.

“Blaine...have you ever done this?” Kurt whispered.

“No, I was afraid. But just keep doing it, it feels so good. Have you done it?”

“Yeah, but just a little.”

He kissed Blaine again, then moved his finger in a little deeper. He brought it back out, eliciting a whimper from Blaine and a noise that meant “more”. He complied. Going deeper in. It was so erotic, making shivers down his back, making his insides quiver. He had never anticipated the reaction his body would have doing this to Blaine. He was starting to moan. He moved his middle finger in, just a tiny bit at a time, waiting for Blaine to relax before introducing more. He could tell that Blaine could take more, but didn't want to go too far tonight. They weren't going to have anal penetration tonight, so he worked towards satisfaction, not prepping.

The noises coming from Blaine were making Kurt wish he was on the receiving end of this, but he wanted to give Blaine pleasure more than he wanted a release. He added some lube and began to kind of scissor his fingers. He knew that prostate stimulation was the best, but Blaine was not a text book picture and he was having trouble locating it. Blaine seemed to be enjoying it alright. He was rutting Kurt's arm, anything for friction. Kurt complied by taking his cock in his other hand and stroking it.

Now with both hands busy with the stimulation, making Blaine babble Kurt's name, he moved his fingers inside Blaine's smooth warm core, he brushed against the spot he'd been searching for – and Blaine practically screamed. The moan ripped from his throat was amazing, and Kurt almost came with the force of it. His hand on Blaine's cock picked up speed, stroking and rubbing, but were now followed by Kurt's mouth, coming down the shaft and then up to engulf what he could. He could feel Blaine was so close to climaxing, he redoubled his efforts and stroked faster, sucking hard on the head and finding the prostate with his other hand. With a strangled shout, Blaine came with a force that amazed Kurt. He rode through the orgasm, gently moving his hands and mouth to make it last a long time, then moved back when Blaine put up his hands to stop him.

Blaine was all limp by now, holding his arms up so Kurt would hold him. He nestled close to Kurt's side, tucking his head into Kurt's neck and sighing. He stayed that way for a few minutes, then moved down to take Kurt into his mouth.

“It's okay, baby. I know you're tired.”

Blaine practically growled at him, pushing him back on the cushions. Kurt fell back, a little amazed at Blaine's forceful manner. Blaine found the tube of lube and buttered his fingers with it, moving to Kurt's entrance to rub gently. Kurt moaned and moved his legs a little more apart to accommodate Blaine's movements. He slowed down, licking the shaft of Kurt's cock for a while before returning his other hand to his ass. He traced the edge of the rim until Kurt was making noises non-stop in the sexy mantra of Blaine's name over and over.

Taking his cues from what had just transpired, he gently inserted his finger, finding a rhythm that seemed to make Kurt hum. Blaine would have smiled if his mouth hadn't been otherwise occupied. His exploration with his fingers resulted in a quicker finding of that elusive spot deep within and he hit it with the first thrust. Kurt almost jumped off the chaise, yelping in pleasure.

“Oh, Blaine, oh, if you only knew what you do to me.....Hmmmmm.” Blaine smiled - he knew.

Blaine added a finger, but understood what Kurt had done in not adding a third. Best not to make each other too sore now. He added lube and set up a rhythm. Then he concentrated on sucking, stroking, and humming deep in his throat. With the excitement of Blaine's orgasm fresh in his mind, and the added stimulation of Blaine working him over with both hands and his magical mouth, it didn't take Kurt long to be almost there, as he trembled and shook, moaned and hummed.

“Kurt,” Blaine whispered. “Come for me, kitten. Come now...” and Kurt answered with a babbling scream and semen shooting down Blaine's throat. The boys held each other for a while, quiet and thinking to themselves. How did it come to be that they were so good together? They had no answers.

Kurt finally sat up. He put on his robe and helped Blaine into his. Unlocking the gate, he carried Blaine back to the bedroom and they put on their pajamas, climbed under the covers and Kurt nestled into Blaine's neck this time. He had been the strong one for so long, but now he was tired and unsure. He didn't want to lose his Blaine to misunderstandings and frustrated anger, and he was very much afraid.

In the dark, Blaine was better able to talk to Kurt.

“I do want to sign up for Glee, Kurt. It sounds like it would be fun. I can do the tutoring for the first semester, too. We'll be okay, won't we?”

"Oh, Blaine, I hope so. I hope so with all my heart,” and he didn't mean just school. But Blaine knew that.

“I......I feel like something happened out there tonight, Kurt. I feel like a little piece of me was mended. Like if we take care of each other, I might get all mended in time. But I need you, Kurt. You are my soulmate, and want you, I need you, I love you.”

“Blaine, I love you, too. I can echo every word you just said. Is it common for two people to have this bond we share? I mean, I think my parents had it. And it scares me that I want you too much. I don't want to crush you. Promise you'll tell me if you need space, okay? I'd rather give you space when you need it than let the pressure built up and explode. I think it might have been like that tonight, Blaine, and it scared me.” Kurt was holding Blaine so tight, he might have been hurting him, but Blaine didn't notice - he was holding Kurt just as tight.

“I did...almost explode, I mean. But your faith in me....well, you understand. We'll get through this together. Now, let's get to sleep.

And the two boys tangled their fingers together, and entertwined their legs and fell asleep kissing.