Kurt, Carole, Miss Jo, and Mrs Shaw were all busy in the kitchen cooking Thanksgiving dinner. Mercedes and Cooper were in the library, speaking quietly about the wedding coming up in a week. Burt, Tice, and Mr Jones were watching a football game in the family room. The smells coming from the kitchen were making everyone so hungry.

Finn knocked on the door frame of Kurt and Blaine's room, entering when he heard a quiet “Come in”.

“Hey, Blaine, I thought you might want to come in and watch the game with us?” Finn asked.

“Okay, yeah, I'd like that. Where's Kurt?” Blaine said.

“Oh, he's baking or something. He didn't even look up when I said hello on my way through the kitchen.”

“Ah...well, I can wait for him. I'll come in when he's got a few minutes to help me.”

“No, I can help. It's okay – what do you need help with?” Finn asked.

Blaine blushed. It was okay to ask Kurt, but this was Finn. “I, ah...”

“Oh, you need help into the bathroom? No problem. You know you don't need to be worried about asking me, Blaine. You're practically my brother, you know,” Finn put out his arms and picked Blaine up, carefully carrying him into the ensuite and helping him. “You okay for now? Just call when you're done. Can I get your clothes out?” Blaine was wearing his pajamas.

“I think Kurt set them out on the chair.”

In a little while, Finn was pushing Blaine through the kitchen. Kurt looked up in surprise to see Blaine dressed and Finn taking him in to watch the game with the guys. He took breath to speak, but Miss Jo put her hand on his shoulder. He turned, clearly upset, and she shook her head 'no'. She led Kurt into the pantry and looked in his eyes. “Let it be, child. He needs to know there are others that can help him sometimes. He knows you love him, but he has to bond with your family, too.”

Kurt smiled at her and nodded before they returned to work on the food for dinner. Kurt had made apple tarts and pumpkin pie for dessert, along with the yeast rolls for dinner. He was done for now and wiped his hands on a dishtowel after washing them. He could hear the guys watching the game, but just didn't feel like joining them. In the hall, he ran into Cooper who told him Mercedes was lying on a sofa in the library, not feeling very well.

Feeling a little lost after Blaine and Cooper joined the other guys watching the game, Kurt walked down the long hall to the library. He loved this room. It looked like something out of Masterpiece Theatre with it's mahogany bookcases holding old leatherbound books, a beautiful oak desk that had belonged to Blaine's grandfather, and just a small amount of light filtering through the heavy velvet drapes at the windows. Mercedes was lying on the chesterfield, a soft blanket covering her and pillows propping up her head.

“Hey, Mercy,” Kurt said, slipping into an overstuffed armchair beside his best friend. “Want some company?”

“Oh, Kurt, I'm happy to see you. Do you have time to sit with me for a while?”

“Yeah, I'm done with my baking, so I'm free until dinner,” he said, leaning forward a bit to take her hand in his. “We haven't had much time to spend together, not like we used to, anyway. I miss you, sweetheart.”

“I miss you, too. Well, what do you think of this? You and me – ending up with these Anderson brothers. I guess one day we're going to be related, huh? Who would have thought that?” she smiled.

Kurt smiled back. “Yeah.”

“So, does that mean you are going to ask Blaine to marry you? I know it isn't legal yet in Ohio, but you can go to Massachusetts or New York.”

“I want to so much, but what do I have to offer him?” Kurt sighed and rested his chin in his hand, elbow propped on his knee.

“Kurt. I can't believe you said that. What do you have to offer? Oh, my God. How can you even think that? You love him, with blind devotion. What else would anyone ever need?”

“Hmm...maybe food, shelter, things like that? Maybe I should have a job, finish school?”

“I'm pretty sure you and Blaine aren't going to be missing any meals. I don't mean you need to get married right away. I'm saying you two should get married one day.”

“I think we will, Mercy, but we don't have any plans for the near future. We've talked about how we feel. I think we're both committed to each other, and I know I couldn't live without him. Oh, Mercy, it's so....so unbelievable how much I love Blaine.”

“I guess I can say the same about Cooper. Well, not the same, but I do love him. He is so happy about the baby,” Mercy told him.

“Are you?”

“Yeah. I mean, yes, it would have been smarter if we had waited. I get that, but I'm fine with it. I'm kind of excited about the wedding. My mom wanted me to stay home until I have the baby, but Cooper wants me to move in here with him after the wedding if I want to. I think it will be so nice to be here with you, Kurt. I missed us being close.” Mercy reached out her hand again, but Kurt slid off the chair on his knees and put his arms around her very gently.

“Oh, Mercy. I'm so happy you're going to be here.”

He pulled back, sitting down where he was.

“How are you feeling, Mercy? Still having morning sickness?”

“No, just tired. I'm okay.....oh! Here, Kurt, give me your hand,” she smiled at him, pulling his hand to rest on her belly.

“Is that the baby? I've never felt a baby kicking before...but it doesn't feel like a kick?”

“It's so tiny now, it's more like a flutter.”

“Has Cooper felt it yet?”

“Yeah, just last night,” she said.

Kurt had tears in his eyes. “Thank you, Mercedes. For sharing that with me.”

Thanksgiving dinner was everything everyone expected. The food was wonderful, the conversation intelligent, and the love all of these diverse people felt for each other was palpable in the room. After dinner, Blaine played the piano and everyone chimed in, singing all their favorite songs. Blaine was much surprised to find that Burt had a lovely voice – Kurt must have inherited his talent from more than just his mother.

It was not too late when Mercedes' parents and Tice decided to make their way home. Mrs Shaw had left earlier in the day to visit with her sister, so Kurt had packed leftovers for the Jones' to take home. As they walked to the door, Kurt put his arms around Miss Jo, giving her a swift kiss on his cheek.

“Now, you take care of that sweet boy, Kurt. He's a keeper,” she whispered in his ear.

“Yes, Ma'am, you know I will. And thank you,” he whispered back, hugging her tight.

“Mercedes, call me tomorrow, and I don't think you should be shopping for hours and hours. You get some rest, let Kurt shop for you. Okay?” Miss Jo told her daughter, hugging her one last time.

“Yes, Mama.” the girl agreed.

Everyone hugged and Kurt and Finn helped them all out to their car.

Back inside, Cooper turned to Blaine. “Hey, how about a nice walk? I know it's cold, but the walks are shoveled and I think Aramis could use a good brisk walk.”

Blaine grinned. He was always up for getting out of the house.

It didn't take long for Kurt, Blaine, Mercedes, Finn, and Cooper to get bundled up and on their way to the park, Aramis running between Blaine and Kurt in his excitement.

It was very cold, but not the kind that seeped into your bones. It was more the kind that you could see your breath, but if you kept moving you stayed warm enough.

Finn was pushing Blaine's wheelchair while Kurt held Aramis' leash as they neared the park. Cooper and Mercedes were walking slowly, hand in hand behind the others, slowing down to kiss from time to time.

Back at the house, Burt and Carole had finished up washing the dishes and went to the living room to sit, Burt on the sofa and Carole curled up next to him. Burt put his arms around her, pulling her closer and kissing her, first just a tiny kiss on the nose – she giggled – and then softly on her lips. She sighed into the warm kiss, cuddling closer and kissing back.

“Are you happy here?” Burt asked.

“I'm happy anywhere you are,” she answered. “Why do you ask, honey, are you unhappy?”

“Oh, no, Carole. I am happy anywhere. I admit I was kind of apprehensive when we first moved in. I've always worked for everything I've had. It's the way I was raised, and the only way I knew how to be. Moving into this mansion, with every device known to man – I mean, I never dreamed of having this large-screen TV, the pool, the jacuzzi just a few steps from my bedroom? Not something I ever even thought about. I mean, I'm glad to have them, but it seems strange to have a 17-year-old boy providing them for me.”

“I understand. I kind of feel the same way. I was ...not 'happier', that's not the word. Just, it felt more right when Blaine lived with us in the old house. I felt more like I was helping him, taking care of him. But he can't help it that he has all this money, and it doesn't even phase him. He is so generous, he has such a tender heart. It's hard to think of how he had to live such an isolated life for so long – with his parents the way they were. Makes me wonder how he turned out so well.”

“Oh, that's Cooper. He basically took over when Blaine was born, the way I understand it. Blaine had a nurse, but Coop was the one that nurtured that boy. Makes me think the new baby will be one lucky kid,” Burt smiled. “How are you going to like having a new baby in the house?”

“Well, their bedroom is in the far end, so I doubt we'll even hear the little rascal crying. Not that Mercedes or Cooper will probably let the poor thing do any crying!” Carole grinned. “I think it will be nice. They might not have planned this very well...”

“Hmpfh. They didn't plan at all. What were either of them thinking? I've known Mercedes since she was born. Her mother and Elizabeth were best friends. Mercy knew all about the consequences of her actions, so I just don't know. But Cooper stepped up to the plate on this one. He is a good guy. I hope things between them continue to go smoothly.”

“With the wedding next week...you know, Burt, I just feel old some days. Here our boys are not even boys anymore, are they? They're men. I don't know how they grew up so fast, seems like yesterday I was holding Finn's hand on the way to kindergarten, wasn't I?” Carole blinked back tears.

It must have been contagious, Burt had a few of his own. He pulled Carole into his lap, kissing her lips, kissing her chin and down her neck, nuzzling close to her and holding her tightly.

“Burt...let's go up to bed,” she whispered, standing up and taking his hand. They made their way up the stairs, hand in hand, stopping every few steps to kiss.

“I love you, Carole.”

“I love you, too, Burt.”

The group at the park were strolling around the far turn in the path, thinking of heading for home. A breeze had started up, bringing a freezing chill over them. Cooper pulled Mercedes closer, then leaned in to kiss her.

“You're going to freeze your lips together if you don't stop that,” Finn laughed.

Aramis pulled on his leash, wanting to run in the snow. Kurt unsnapped the leash from the collar and the collie jumped into the snow, barking and wiggling as he shoved his nose down into the snow and ran. The boys all laughed.

“Want to swing with me, Blaine?” Kurt asked.

“Sure...” Blaine eyed the swings. Kurt brushed the snow off of two of them, stomping down the drifts so they could swing without kicking snow all over. He went to pick up Blaine, leaning over as Blaine slid his arms around Kurt's neck. He placed Blaine in the swing and pulled him back, pushing him forward several times before sitting in his own swing and launching himself, trying to catch up like he did when he and Mercedes were children. Blaine was laughing, until he slowed down....”Kurt, push me again!”

Kurt slowed down and got off his swing to push Blaine. The smiles on their faces were so lighthearted, they were having fun. Finn was chasing Aramis across the snow, the dog playing keep-away with a stick he'd found. Mercedes and Cooper were sitting on a bench a few hundred feet away, talking.

As he pushed Blaine, Kurt's boot slipped. His arm caught in the swing, wedged between the chain and Blaine's hip so when the swing went forward, Kurt was yanked off his feet and dragged forward, snapping his wrist. Kurt howled. Blaine saw what had happened, pushing himself out of the swing onto the ground to release Kurt's arm from being dragged any further forward – but the damage was done. Blaine very gently cradled the damaged wrist close to Kurt's chest, supporting it with Kurt's other arm and wrapped him close to his own chest.

Blaine shouted to the others, and they all came running, but Kurt was pale and shaking by the time they had run just the hundred yards to him. Blaine already had his heavy coat off and wrapped around his shivering boyfriend.

“I can carry him, I think,” Finn said, starting to lift his brother, but Cooper stopped him.

“I know you can, but we don't want to move that arm, it could get worse if we move him,” Coop said.

“It isn't too far to the house, I can run get the Navigator,” Finn offered.

“I'm going to just call an ambulance. He's going into shock I think,” Mercedes said, fishing her phone out of her pocket and dialing. Finn dug out his phone and called Burt.

Within minutes, the ambulance showed up, Burt and Carole right behind. Both Finn and Cooper had wrapped Kurt up in their coats, too, in spite of Kurt's protests that they would all get sick. The EMT's placed him very gently on a gurney, wrapped him in blankets, and got him into the waiting ambulance. They were placing an IV to get fluids in because he was in shock. Burt was going with Kurt to the hospital, but Blaine was fighting to go with him, too.

“Son,” the EMT told Blaine, “I know you want to be with your friend. But your wheelchair won't fit. I know it's hard, and you will be with him soon, but we need to be focused on him right now. His father is going to ride with him, but you can follow right behind.” He gave Blaine a pat on his shoulder.

Cooper had put Blaine back in the chair and had his arms around his little brother. Carole stepped forward. “Blaine? I'll follow them to the hospital in the Navigator. You can get in the front seat and we'll meet Burt there. We won't keep you away from Kurt. Okay?”

He looked up at her gratefully. Coop got him into the car, putting the wheelchair in the back.

“Carole, we can all walk home from here. Call me as soon as you know anything, okay? We'll all be sitting by the phone.” He hugged her and closed the door. She pulled out just as the ambulance took off.

Finn looked around...in all the chaos, nobody had thought to grab Aramis' leash and the collie was nowhere to be found. They all started calling, but the dog usually only came to Kurt or Blaine. There were tracks in the snow, but it was getting dark and they were hard to follow. Finn tried to follow them, but lost them near the river that ran through the park. He turned back, meeting Coop and Mercedes as they were crossing the street towards home.

“No trace. He had his tags on, so somebody will find him, but I'm going to grab Mom's car and drive back as soon as I get warmed up.

At the hospital, Kurt was rolled into a cubicle, his dad right behind. Carole and Blaine followed. It was several hours later before they heard the diagnosis. Kurt had sprained his wrist, and the bones were not broken. He would have to have pain meds for a while and keep his wrist in a cast for three weeks. The doctors wanted him to stay a while longer because he was in shock when he got there. He would have more IV fluids and observation and probably be able to go home in a few hours. Carole called home to relay the news.

The doctor asked Burt to come to another room. They were joined by Kurt's regular doctor. The ER doctor began, “Mr Hummel, we are concerned about your son. His wrist injury will heal quickly, but a sprained wrist is not usually a reason for someone to go into shock. We are very concerned he is so tired, he appears to be on the edge of exhaustion. His blood pressure is higher than we like to see in anyone so young.”

“Burt,” their family doctor took up the conversation, “I know about the problems with Kurt since Blaine contracted meningitis. I know he has taken on the role of caregiver, and he is making himself sick over all the stress.” He looked at Burt, worry lines creasing his face.

“We hired a housekeeper to do all the chores Kurt used to help with. The boys have a housebound tutor, provided by the school so they can graduate with their class. But he takes so much on himself. All I can do is to talk to him, talk to the rest of the family.” Burt put his head down. He just didn't know what to do anymore. He could see the stress this whole situation was having on Kurt, but separating the boys made it a hundred times worse.

“He was terribly dehydrated, and that led to a lot of the problem. Is he eating?” the doctor asked.

“Hah. He eats rabbit food. No, he is very careful what he eats. You know, all fruits and vegetables, tofu and hummus. But he gets so wrapped up in what Blaine or I am eating, I think he forgets to take care of himself.”

“Okay. I'm prescribing some supplements, you make sure he gets more rest. Maybe take the boys on a vacation?”

Burt smiled, took the scripts and walked back down the hall.

Late that night, Burt sat on the sofa, Kurt snuggled to his side. Everyone else was sound asleep, but the pain had kept Kurt awake and his dad had found him in the kitchen trying to make a turkey sandwich one-handed. Burt sent his son into the living room while he made it himself and joined him there, a movie playing on the television. Blaine's afghan was folded at the end of the sofa and Burt spread it over Kurt and pulled him close.

Kurt was finally sleepy after the sandwich and a glass of milk, but didn't want to leave his dad. He leaned back on his father's side, his cheek on the soft flannel, Burt's arm around him. They hadn't done this since Blaine was first sick and Kurt missed it. He had spent countless hours just hugging his dad after his mother passed away, and the smell of Burt's cologne and the feel of flannel on his cheek would always mean comfort to him.

Hours later, he woke up, the sun just poking over the horizon, shining in at the window. His dad was asleep, arm still around him. Kurt smiled. But what awoke him was still there...a tiny noise, like a scrape. He got up, looking around but finding nothing. He heard it again, but it was coming from down the hall, from the front door. He walked there, opening the door only to be knocked on his butt by a very exuberant collie, howling and barking, wagging and jumping - trying to lick his master's face.

“Well, fella, you decided to come home after all. You know you gave Finn a fit, he was out half the night looking for you!” Kurt smiled, burying his face in the snowy ruff of fur.

By the time he was back on his feet, everyone in the house was up, standing on the stairs and looking down at the dog. Finn came running down the stairs, lifting the dog into his arms. Kurt had never seen such a look of pure relief on anyone's face.

Kurt walked towards the kitchen, only to find Cooper just leaving his room.

“Hey, Kurt. I know you can't use your hand for a while, so I set my alarm to get Blaine ready in the mornings for a while.”

“Thanks, but what about your business? When do you have to be back in Columbus?”

“Actually, I don't. I moved everything I need here. I have to do some stuff, renting a building, hire a new secretary, stuff like that. But I want Mercedes to stay close to her mama, and I'm not leaving her behind again, so....” Cooper smiled. Kurt smiled back.

“That's good, Coop. I know it will mean a lot to Mercy and her folks. And to Blaine to have his brother so close.”

Coop hit Kurt in the shoulder and continued into the kitchen, Kurt went into his bedroom and closed the door. Blaine was huddled in the middle of the bed, covers pulled up around his ears.

“Hi,” he said, and was met by a huge smile from Blaine.

“Hi yourself. Where have you been?” Blaine asked, trying to look cheerful.

“I was sleeping with some other guy,” Kurt returned.

Blaine's eyes got huge. “You were......??”

“Yeah, he has beautiful blue eyes and wears flannel shirts. I think I drooled all over his sleeve last night,” Kurt grinned. Blaine just sat there in shock for a second, then Kurt could see that he figured it out.

“Kuuuurt!!! That is not funny. Explain why you were with your dad all night. Oh, is something wrong?”

“Nope. I was trying to make a turkey sandwich and failing miserably. Dad came down, looking for the same thing. He made the food and we sat on the sofa to watch a movie. I fell asleep. Artemis woke me up, scratching at the front door.”

“Oh!!! He's home!! I was so worried. Probably not as much as Finn. He was out looking for the dog half the night, Mercy told me.”

Kurt pulled off his slippers and took off his robe. “Is there room for me in there, or are you getting up now?”

“It's half past five, I think I could use a few more hours of sleep. You are welcome to join me, kitten,” Blaine gave him a sexy smile and patted the bed next to him.

“Best offer I've had all day, baby.”

Kurt slipped under the sheet, bringing the blankets up and over them to make a little nest for Blaine and himself to snuggle into. It was a little chilly in the room, they both hated to be too hot and since they slept tangled together most of the time, it helped to keep the room less warm that the rest of the house.

Kurt moved closer to his boyfriend, rubbing his nose into Blaine's warm neck. Blaine shivered a little, but didn't complain. He just kissed the top of Kurt's head and smiled. It had been awful when Kurt got hurt yesterday, and he was so glad it hadn't been worse. The cast was on Kurt's left arm, from fingers to elbow, but they were lucky Kurt was right handed. Blaine's arms went around his boyfriend, bringing him as close as possible. The small kisses in his hair evolved into kissing his warm lips, with gentle sighs and more kissing, Blaine moving down to kiss Kurt's neck and over to his collarbone, nibbling and licking. Kurt moved his hips closer, rubbing gently against Blaine.

“Hey, I thought we were sleeping here, Blaine. This action is not conducive to sleep,” Kurt laughed.

“It actually IS conducive to sleeping. You, Kurt, fall asleep every time you have an orgasm,” Blaine chuckled.

“Oh, look who's talking! You do the same thing,” Kurt grinned.

The boys hugged and kissed, but did fall asleep for a while. They were both tired from the events of the night before and both had trouble sleeping. A while later, Finn knocked softly and when nobody answered, he let Aramis into the bedroom and quietly shut the door.

December 1st

Town Hall

Lima, Ohio

The bride and groom came out of the building, their families clapping and everyone smiling. Mercedes was radiant, in a gown Kurt had designed and helped her mother to make. Cooper was in a tuxedo and the picture of the happy groom. They had decided on a very small wedding, a reception at their home with all their friends and then off to their honeymoon.

It was finally decided they would go to Hawaii, Mercedes didn't have her passport yet, so they were limited, but they seemed very happy about it. They had thought of and discarded so many ideas...no cruise (healthcare access and the baby to be considered here), not out of the US, it was winter, so no trip to New England to see the ocean. But Hawaii was so pretty and the doctor said she was fine to fly.

Cooper had moved his office to Lima from Columbus and Blaine had started spending one day a week with him. It was Kurt's idea, Blaine would need to learn how to run the business with Cooper one day, and getting out of the house was a good thing for him. Burt had been leaning on his son to rest, to do something for himself to reduce the stress, and so he had decided to take some classes on design at the local community college. They had a program with the high schools for students to take one class per semester to get used to college and Kurt was looking forward to starting his class in January. In the mean time, with Coop gone for a few weeks, they had plenty of time to just spend time together.

The day spent in the snow had given Blaine a cold, and he was having a hard time shaking it. He wasn't really sick, just tired and a congested chest. The boys stayed indoors most of the time and Finn had taken up dog-walking duties for a while. He and Rachel were on-again-off-again, of course – so burying his frustration in walking the collie helped.

At the end of the day, everyone was gone, Burt and Carole to work, Cooper and Mercy to their honeymoon, Mrs Shaw on her day off, and Finn had walked over to Puck's to spend the night eating pizza and playing video games.

“Blaine, do you want to watch a movie?” Kurt asked, thinking they could go lie down since it was after dinner.

“Okay. I guess. But in our room, okay?”

“Sure thing.'

Kurt wheeled Blaine into the bedroom, lifting him onto the bed, helping him take off his clothes. There were pajamas set out on the chair, but Kurt didn't bother with them. He gently pushed Blaine back on the bed, climbing on top of him and giving him a deep kiss. Blaine's eyes got huge, but he kissed back with equal vigor.

“What brought that on?” Blaine asked, a smile on his face.

“I just wanted you. That's all. Do I have to have a reason to want to kiss you, baby?” Kurt asked.

“Never in life...” Blaine said, leaning forward to pull Kurt down on top of him.

“This seems a little unequal here....why are your clothes still on?” Blaine asked, then started unbuttoning Kurt's shirt. He moved closer, kissing each inch of flesh as he revealed it. Kurt moaned, just a little, closing his eyes to enjoy this. They removed Kurt's shirt, then his jeans and briefs, finally his socks.

“Come join me up here...” Blaine said, pulling on his right hand.

He grasped Kurt's earlobe in his teeth, then licked into the hollow behind his ear and down a muscle in his neck. Kurt's right hand began stroking Blaine's side. Blaine pushed Kurt down on the bed, straddling him and then moving so his chest was against Kurt's, and down so his ear was listening to Kurt's heart beat it's steady rhythm. He planted his hands on either side of Kurt's body, moving slowly in a rhythm as he rubbed their erections together. Kurt's moans got louder, making Blaine move faster, pressing harder. He put his hand between them, holding them together and stroking.

Blaine got back onto his knees, planted between Kurt's legs, and with his arms to steady himself, he lifted himself up and moved down to lie next to Kurt, turning him towards himself. He started by just touching Kurt's legs, lightly skimming over them from ankles to hips. He licked at the hipbone, sucking on the pale skin, as he applied more pressure to his hand on the leg. Moving Kurt's leg at more of an angle, he was able to skim along the soft skin inside his thigh with his fingers. He slipped his tongue over the hipbone, down the line from hip to groin and down to meet his fingers on Kurt's inner thigh. Placing small bites, more kisses, he stroked with his fingers over his balls, following with his mouth - licking at the base of his cock. Kurt was urging Blaine on, asking for more, saying his name over and over.

Blaine took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but with the breath came the scent of Kurt. It was jasmine on the surface, like the body wash Blaine liked so much, but there was an underlying scent of arousal that made Blaine harder. He moaned a bit, trying to keep his head clear to finish what he started. Circling the base, he held his tongue flat and moved up the under side and over the tip, pushing the foreskin back with his tongue by massaging the ridge. Kurt jerked his hips, but brought himself under control swiftly by pressing his hips back into the mattress. He hummed as Blaine continued to move his tongue in whirling motions around the crown, moving his head down to get more of Kurt in his mouth. He was practically drooling, trying to take as much as possible, relaxing his throat to take more. He swallowed and Kurt moaned so loudly, Blaine thought he might come just from the sound.

Just as Blaine thought Kurt was close enough he was done for, Kurt pulled him off, yanking on Blaine to bring him back up the bed. He brought Blaine close and kissed him, first softly, then deeper – with all the passion he could muster. He was kissing his mouth, his neck, sucking little bruises all around his neck. Blaine kissed back, moaning at Kurt's exuberance, but not sure why he had stopped. Kurt pressed Blaine down on the mattress, straddling him and leaning over to kiss him more. He began stroking his stomach, down his legs and over his cock, a little faster than Blaine had done. He reached in back of himself, bringing the lube and placing a fair amount in his fingers. He moved to Blaine's side, a bit awkward because of the cast on his arm, but enough so he could take Blaine's hardness into his mouth, humming in pleasure. He moved Blaine's legs apart with the back of his left hand and used the lubricated right hand to massage into the place Blaine was trying to guide him.

Inserting just a bit of one finger, Kurt had to be careful because Blaine's hips moved forward, trying to get more. Kurt moved his arm across Blaine's stomach to help him stay focused. But when Kurt added another finger, very gently, and took more into his mouth, Blaine was moaning and bucking. Kurt was strong, though, and kept him pinned to the mattress. Blaine moved his hand to stroke Kurt as they moved and swayed in rhythm. It didn't take long after that, both of them so ready, so wanting...and Kurt moved his tongue, sucking as he went, providing friction in all the right places as he moved his finger closer to the place he knew would just undo Blaine. And it worked, just the way it did in the dream Kurt had last night. All this stimuli, coupled with his memories sent Kurt over the edge and he came in great thick ropes and just a few seconds later, so did Blaine. They held each other as they came down from the high of the orgasms, kissing gently and pulling closer.

After cleaning up, they snuggled together under the warm blankets, gently kissing and talking until they fell asleep. Burt came in later that evening, just to check on them, and found them all tangled together. He shook his head, wondering how they were able to sleep like that, all octopus arms and legs intertwined. But he knew from experience that moving one of them would result in both of them whining and whimpering and grabbing to get back to the other, so he kissed each one on the top of his head and whispered, “Goodnight, boys. I love you.”