I won't let you down,
I swear, this time I mean it.

Chapter 12:

Blaine stayed in Kurt's old room for the remainder of the night. Kurt had gone upstairs and come back down a few times to check he was doing okay. He still hadn't told him anything and while he really wanted to know, he wouldn't push, because Blaine would tell him when he was ready.

Kurt woke up the next morning and Blaine was already awake. He was simply staring into space, eyes on the ceiling above. Kurt twisted around to face him and eyed him for a few seconds.

"Hi," Blaine said, eyes still on the ceiling.

"Hey," Kurt said, inching closer. He placed a light kiss to Blaine's smooth shoulder. "What time is it?"

"About 7AM," Blaine informed him, finally turning his head to look at Kurt. He smiled and Kurt's heart dipped, just as it always did.

"Feeling any better?"

Blaine shrugged. "I feel confused," he admitted. "I'll be okay."

"Just okay," Kurt said.

"Just okay," Blaine repeated. "So, today's the big day."

Kurt smiled. His dad and Carole were getting married today. "I'm scared I've forgotten something."

"You haven't," Blaine assured him. "You've read that list off a hundred times. Check it over once more and you're good to go."

Kurt laughed, quietly. "If you're not up to going, it's okay. My dad will understand. You can just hang out around the house. I'll call you, keep you company."

Blaine shook his head immediately. "No," he said. "No, of course I'm coming. I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Kurt smiled again, leaned over and kissed Blaine's cool lips, then pushed himself up and climbed out of the bed to get his list.

Blaine helped Kurt do his tie up, because he was far too nervous to do it himself. Blaine smiled, because it was as if Kurt himself was getting married and not his dad. He had checked his list a dozen times at least that day alone and Blaine kept assuring him he had everything under control and the whole thing would be a huge success.

And it was. The entire ceremony was beautiful and Blaine was insanely proud of his boyfriend for organising everything single handedly. Once at the reception, he pulled him aside, even though he wasn't up to doing much talking.

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked, blue eyes going wide.

Blaine gave him a smile, to assure him nothing was wrong. "Nothing at all," he told him. "I just wanted to tell you I'm so proud of you. Everything looks amazing and I knew the moment that I laid eyes on you for the very first time that you were special, but you continue to amaze me every single day."

Kurt was beaming at him, his smile all teeth, small crinkles forming at the corners of his eyes from the stretch of his lips. "I love you," Kurt told him. "And thank you. It means so much to me that you approve of all this. And that you came, because I know things aren't easy right now, but you're still here for me. And I promise I won't make you say hi to too many family members or anything. I'll give you space, but I expect you to dance with me."

Blaine chuckled. His boyfriend was the most gorgeous human being on the planet.

"Deal, baby."

Kurt pecked him on the lips, then grabbed his arm and tugged him into the large hall in which the reception was taking place. They sat down at the long table and looked around at people. Finn was sitting with Rachel and Santana. He looked confused, while Santana and Rachel talked. Burt and Carole were speaking to people Blaine didn't know. They were both positively glowing with happiness and Blaine couldn't help smiling.

He felt bad that he wasn't his usual bright, happy self, but Kurt didn't seem to mind. He sat there next to him, holding his hand and talked about people's outfits and their hairs and their shoes. Blaine listened, intently. He loved when Kurt got lost in fashion, loved how he could immerse himself entirely in clothing and style. He loved that look he got in his eye when he spotted something designer.

"You should go say hello to your family," Blaine told Kurt when he noticed that a lot of people were waving and smiling at Kurt. "I'll be fine right here."

"No," Kurt said. "It's okay. I'm not going to leave you here by yourself." He squeezed his hand gently.

"No, come on," Blaine urged. "Go ahead. Don't let me bring you down. I'll be right here," he grabbed a toothpick that was sticking into a cocktail sausage and held it up, "eating cocktail sausages and admiring how good you look in that suit."

Kurt smirked. "Eating cocktail sausages."

Blaine gave him a knowing grin. "They're a little smaller than I'm used to, but we are following rules, so they'll do."

Kurt hummed. "Love you," he told Blaine. "Promise I'll be back in ten minutes."

Blaine smiled and watched him go. He was gorgeous. There really wasn't another word that summed Kurt up better than gorgeous. He still moved with that same regal grace that he had moved with when they were in high school. He still smiled and lit up a whole room. He still didn't smile for others the way he smiled for Blaine and that made his heart race in his chest, because that made him special and the fact that Kurt Hummel considered him special blew his mind every single day. He was so lucky and so God damned in love that it made his heart ache painfully in his chest.

The problem was that he was looking for more love. It wasn't that Kurt's wasn't enough, it was that he had a want inside him, a want for something that Kurt couldn't give him and that made him feel guilty and he knew he was going to have to explain it soon. He just wasn't sure how.

But he would try.

For Kurt.

"He looks miserable," Santana said, sitting down next to Kurt.

"Hi," Kurt said. "Talk to Brittany yet?"

"I'm meeting her at Breadstix tomorrow night," she informed him. "He looks miserable," she said again.

Kurt followed her line of sight and saw Blaine twirling a toothpick between his fingers. He was frowning. Kurt had gotten caught up in talking to relatives and family friends and he had promised Blaine he would be back in ten minutes, but Blaine would understand. He really did look miserable.

"I don't know what to do for him," Kurt admitted.

"Make him dance or something," Santana said. "Come on, Hummel. Go get them to play YMCA. What gay doesn't want to dance to YMCA?"

"You're horribly offensive, do you know that?"

Santana rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah and the sky is blue. Stop stating the obvious and go boogie with your boyfriend."

"Boogie," Kurt repeated quietly, shaking his head. "Okay, fine. I'll go request something." He stood up and looked down at Santana in her red dress. "It pains me to admit this, but you look amazing."

She smiled, full and real, then looked away, quickly. "You're not my type, Hummel."

Kurt laughed and walked towards the DJ. He knew exactly what to request.

"Hey, beautiful."

Blaine looked up and found Kurt smiling down at him. He hadn't even noticed him approaching.

"Hi," he said, smiling a little. Kurt offered him a hand, which he took on instinct. "What's going on?" he asked.

"You're gonna dance with me," Kurt told him.

"Oh," he said. "I don't know that I'm—"

"You promised me a dance, Blaine," Kurt told him.

Blaine sighed, but kept smiling. "I did, didn't I?"

"Yes."

The song was upbeat and fast and Blaine wasn't really in the mood of 'getting his groove on'. "This is a little..." He paused, unsure of how to go on.

"Don't worry," Kurt told him. "Next song's for us."

Blaine allowed Kurt to lead him to the dance floor, partly because he couldn't find the strength to object and partly because Kurt had that secretive little smile on his face and Blaine was curious. The loud, party song ended and Kurt stopped and looked at him, smiling still.

"What.." Blaine trailed off as the music began to play.

Oh.

Well.

That made sense.

Kurt raised his eyebrows and took a step closer, then laced his arms round Blaine's neck. Blaine slid his own arms around Kurt's waist without hesitation and pulled him closer. Kurt seemed to relax in his grasp, his body fitting against Blaine's perfectly, just like it always did.

"Did you request this?" Blaine enquired, breathing Kurt's scent in.

"Mm hmm," Kurt hummed into his ear. "You recognise it then?"

"Of course I recognise it," Blaine told him. "We danced to this at prom," he said, to prove that he definitely knew this song.

He felt it all coming back then, with Kurt swaying in his arms. He was quiet for a long time, just thinking.

"What's on your mind?" Kurt asked him after a while.

"You," Blaine admitted. "You're always on my mind."

"What about me?" Kurt enquired.

"I was thinking about the last time we danced to this and how I was so scared of losing you. I remember I kept thinking that you'd forget, that soon you'd be in New York and that someone else would get to hold you, kiss you, love you and that you'd love them back and I'd be left here, by myself, trying to find some sort of happiness, when the only real happiness out there for me is with you. That hasn't changed."

Kurt tilted his head a little and smiled. "I could never love anyone but you."

Blaine felt his heart stuttering in his chest and he tightened his grip on the boy in front of him and breathed him in again. Kurt smelled the same as ever, like soap and something else, something sweet, something Blaine couldn't identify, something he had come to believe was just Kurt's natural scent, if that was even possible.

"I remember you started shaking in my arms," Kurt whispered with a smile, "and you told me I made you nervous. And I couldn't believe I could ever have made you nervous, because you were Blaine Anderson and you always seemed kind of untouchable, even after I'd, y'know, touched you."

"I was always nervous when it came to you," Blaine apprised him, chuckling. "You contradicted everything I believed about myself and everything around me. I saw you and I felt like I was living a lie and when you talked to me, I always felt sort of tongue tied, like I was going to say the wrong thing and it drove me crazy that I worried that much about the things I said to you. I don't get nervous now, not much, but I still get that jittery feeling, that sensation inside me that only happens around you."

Kurt chuckled and pressed his lips to Blaine's and pulled back very quickly. "Do you remember what you told me at the end of the song?" he whispered and it was ironic, because the song was just about to end.

"Yes," Blaine confirmed. "I'm pretty sure I've never been more in love with you than I am at this very moment."

Kurt rewarded him with a wide grin, the smile visible in his bright, blue-green eyes.

"Y'know what?" Blaine asked, as they slowed their pace.

"Hmm?"

"That fact still remains," he told Kurt. "With every passing moment I just love you more and more. I can't stop falling more and more in love with you."

"I love you," Kurt told him and moved in to pull him into a tight embrace.

Blaine inhaled him in and clung to him, like he was afraid to let him go. He knew Kurt loved him, he just wished it was enough.

"I wish I could help you," Kurt uttered, pulling back a little from the embrace to look into Blaine's wide, hazel eyes. He looked sad and conflicted, like he needed guidance, but how could Kurt give him that when he had no idea what was wrong? "I'm not trying to force you into anything," he told Blaine, "I just wish you'd let me help."

Blaine held him close as another song began to play. Kurt didn't take much notice of what song it was.

"I'll tell you later," Blaine promised. "Or tomorrow. Whichever works best. I promise I'll tell you everything."

"You know you don't have to."

"I know," Blaine nodded. "I want to. I want you to know everything. I need you to know."

Kurt nodded, too. "Alright," he said. "Whenever you're ready to talk, talk. Do you want to go sit down?"

Blaine smiled. "I think that's a good idea," he said. "People are trying to get down and we're in the middle of the floor crying."

Kurt laughed and they left the dance floor hand in hand. They couldn't bring themselves to care about the stares and the whispers and the looks of surprise, not any more. They weren't 'those gays' any more, even in Ohio. They were just Kurt and Blaine.

And that was more than enough.

Burt and Carole caught a flight to Waikiki after the wedding reception, while Kurt, Blaine and Finn headed home. There had been a lot of tears and smiles and instructions given (mostly from Burt to Kurt about not allowing Finn anywhere near anything that could be potentially dangerous), but they had finally left.

Finn went straight to bed when they got home. Kurt wanted to tidy up a little before he and Blaine headed downstairs. Blaine helped and they chatted about the wedding and other little things and when they were done, they went downstairs and collapsed on the bed next to each other.

"You ready to talk to me, or do you want to wait?" Kurt asked, bones feeling tired.

Blaine turned onto his side and faced Kurt.

"I was thinking," he said and reached across to unbutton the top of Kurt's shirt. "Your dad is going to be in another state and I know that technically we are still under his roof, but.." Blaine paused and Kurt raised an eyebrow. "You're really hot right now," Blaine told him, "and I want to take your clothes off. Badly. Really badly."

"Do you," Kurt said, not making it a question. His eyes drifted down to his chest, as Blaine continued to unbutton his shirt.

"I do," Blaine confirmed, untucking Kurt's shirt from his pants and slipping the final button through the slot. "So, what do you think?"

Blaine pushed the shirt away and ran his cool fingers down Kurt's bare chest and he shuddered under his touch. His hand went lower and popped the top button on Kurt's pants open, then unzipped him and pulled the flaps back, revealing Kurt's hardening cock in his briefs.

"I think you already have your answer," Kurt told him, shakily, as Blaine reached inside the waistband of his underwear and took him in his hand.

Kurt let him touch him for a few minutes longer, then sat up and took the end of Blaine's tie in his hand. Blaine looked up and Kurt tugged him gently forward. He climbed up and hovered over him, copper penny eyes bright and dilated and filled with some sort of fire. Kurt pulled him closer until their lips crashed together and Blaine pushed Kurt's shirt and jacket off in one swift movement. He pulled their lips apart and slipped his hands into the top of Kurt's pants and tugged them down along with his underwear and he was completely naked, aside from the loose tie around his neck.

"Maybe I'll leave this on," Blaine muttered, taking the material of the tie between his fingers and kissing Kurt's lips again.

For whatever reason, the idea of them having sex in just their ties turned Kurt on immensely. He groaned against Blaine's mouth and raised his hips to meet Blaine's in a slow roll and Blaine chuckled. Blaine was still fully dressed and Kurt wanted to fix that, so he made a grab for Blaine's zipper, but he eased back away from his touch. Kurt opened his mouth to protest, but Blaine just pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him.

"I sort of like it when you're all vulnerable and naked and at my mercy," Blaine told him, smiling secretively. "Maybe I'll just keep my clothes on."

"You wouldn't," Kurt breathed.

Blaine laughed and kissed him again and Kurt could feel his erection against his thigh through the material of his suit pants and he just wanted to tear them off, but still the idea of Blaine keeping his clothes on throughout the entire thing was becoming more and more appealing.

Blaine kissed him briefly, then smiled and slid down his body, placing a soft kiss to his chest, then lower, down along his stomach, over his belly button and finally, the head of his cock, which was now well and truly hard. Blaine licked across the head a few times and Kurt groaned under his touch. He licked a long strip over the underside and then back up again. He took the base of Kurt's cock in his hand and squeezed a little too hard, but not so that it was actually painful. He met Kurt's eyes with his own, then guided Kurt's dick into his hot, wet mouth and then sunk it down over him.

Kurt moaned and threw his head back, wishing he had the control to stay up on his elbows to watch Blaine. Blaine sucked up and down a couple of times, then hummed as he swirled his tongue over the slit and around the head and on the underside and Kurt couldn't remember the last time Blaine had blown him like this. Maybe abstinence was the key to fabulous sex..

Blaine's fingers were pressing into his hips as he sucked on him and Kurt needed more.

"Blaine," he panted. "Please."

"Wha do oo wan?" he asked, not removing his mouth and Kurt shut his eyes tight at the sensation of the words vibrating on his cock.

"Don't make me say it," he said, because it still embarrassed him, regardless of how many times and ways they had done it.

"Shhhay it," Blaine urged and he pressed his tongue hard against the slit of Kurt's dick and he couldn't bring himself to care about shame at that point.

"Fuck me," Kurt breathed, surprised at the want in his own voice. "Please just... Blaine."

Blaine chuckled around him and Kurt couldn't take it. He moaned high and loud and then grabbed Blaine's hair in his hand and was caught between wanting to push his mouth further down and pulling him off and ripping his clothes off.

In the end, he didn't make the decision, because Blaine pulled his mouth off with a smacking sound and climbed off the bed, leaving Kurt groaning for his touch.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked, sitting up.

"Looking for the lube," Blaine muttered, as he searched through his suitcase. "I know I brought it."

"Oh, God," Kurt said, flinging himself back down on the bed. "I'm going to kill you if you didn't. Fuck, Blaine."

"I did," Blaine told him. "It's here somewhere. I just.."

Kurt groaned again and tried his best not to touch himself, because he didn't want to come by himself. "Blaine," he moaned again after a few more minutes.

"I'll find it," Blaine said, sounding frustrated.

"Blaine, you've got a mouth that is more than capable of doing the exact same job."

Blaine stopped rummaging. "Is that what you want?"

"I just want you over here and not over there," Kurt told him. "Please, just come back and put your hands on me, before I go over there and attack you."

"As you wish," Blaine said and he dived back onto the bed, all his clothes still in place.

"Can't we lose the suit?" Kurt asked, tugging on the lapel.

"Nope, fucking you with my clothes on," Blaine told him and Kurt swallowed hard, because, yeah, that sounded really appealing and it shouldn't have, but it did.

"Okay."

"Okay?" Blaine asked, chuckling, as he trailed his finger nails lightly over Kurt's chest. "You want that?"

"Yes," Kurt said, sounding strangled. "Please, just do something."

"What if I just left you like that?" Blaine asked, grinning, his hands pressed to Kurt's thighs.

"I will push you down and make you do something," Kurt warned, raising his hips, trying to get any form of contact, because Blaine was being beyond unfair right now.

Blaine laughed out loud, then bent his head and flicked his tongue over Kurt's right nipple and he shivered and he opened his mouth to demand Blaine so anything, but the words never came, because Blaine shoved his fingers inside his mouth.

"Suck," he told him, as he pressed a hot kiss to his hip bone.

Kurt sucked on his fingers and there was something really intimate about that, about the fact that the fingers in his mouth were going to be inside him soon. But if he kept thinking about that, it would be over. He moaned once he thought he was done, but Blaine didn't remove them. Kurt gave him a look.

"What?" he asked, smiling, mischievously. "You look hot."

"Bwaine!" he said around his fingers.

"Okay, okay," he said, and removed them. "You know I've got you, I was just teasing."

Kurt grunted and allowed Blaine to settle between his legs and spread his knees wider in order to get to his entrance. Kurt made a sound that words could not describe when Blaine's finger slid across his opening. He did it again and again and again and Kurt knew he was doing it just so that he could hear him moaning like that and he would have stopped if he could have, but that was beyond his control.

"For the love of God, Blaine," he managed. "Please, put your fingers in me. Put something in me, anything, fuck."

"Anything?" Blaine asked, rubbing across his opening again and again and Kurt instantly regretted having said that.

"No, Blaine," he said, almost firmly, because Blaine was getting ideas, he could see it in the way his eyes had widened and lit up. Who knew what he was thinking about putting inside him? Kurt didn't want to find out, because if he suggested something, Kurt might like the idea and agree, but God, he didn't want anything strange inside him. "No, stop that. I don't—Your fingers, Blaine. Use them."

"Spoil sport," Blaine said and Kurt was sort of grateful that this was taking his mind off of the family issues.

Blaine prodded his first finger against Kurt's hole and Kurt pushed into the touch, but he stopped touching him then.

"Blaine, what the fuck?"

"I have you," Blaine assured him again and then his was lowering his mouth and Kurt all but screamed when the tip of his boyfriend's tongue slid across his opening. Blaine licked over him a few times and Kurt couldn't function properly, so he stopped trying to think of things to say and just lay back and allowed him to push his tongue inside of him, emitting small groans.

At one point, Blaine's mouth was almost locked against him, his tongue wet and sloppy and stretching him and Kurt wondered if he would come just from that, because Jesus Christ, this was hot and then Blaine's mouth was gone and his fingers were there again and he was stretching him and then slipping one inside him and the tip flicked across that spot and Kurt definitely screamed and Blaine added another finger. Kurt tried to ignore the burn as Blaine crooked his fingers and moved them in and out and then he was adding a third and Kurt was cursing at him in between his moans and groans.

"Blaine," he panted, finally. "Please.. Please get up and do it. Please just..ughhh."

Blaine's clothes were still on and Kurt just wanted them off, or at least for him to have his cock out, so that he would be a step closer to being inside him, but Blaine was taking his time.

"You're demanding tonight," Blaine observed as he sat back on his knees and unzipped himself. "Any particular way you want me?"

"Just inside me," Kurt told him. "I don't care if you want to d it upside down, just get over here and inside me, before I—Oh."

Kurt watched as Blaine shrugged his pants and underwear down over his ass and then crawled across the bed to kneel back between Kurt's legs, his hand stroking his erection, eyes locked on Kurt's ass.

"Ready?" Blaine asked.

"I've been ready for ages," Kurt informed him. "It's you who has been taking your sweet time."

"All in good time, baby," Blaine told him, leaning down to press a kiss to the side of Kurt's mouth and Kurt only sighed, shakily, because was Blaine ever going to follow through?

"Are you trying to get me to beg? Is that it?"

"Are you going to?" Blaine asked, cocking one eyebrow.

"I'm at the point that I might have to if you don't put that inside me," he said, gesturing to Blaine's erection.

"I won't make you beg," Blaine assured him, as he inched closer.

He pushed Kurt's legs up with one hand, gently stroking his thigh, then reached down and pushed his cheeks apart, as he pressed his cock up to Kurt's stretched opening and Kurt pushed himself down, trying to make it happen faster.

"So gorgeous," Blaine muttered, as he began to push inside. "Fuck, Kurt. You're tight."

"Could have something to—mmph!—to do with you re-refusing to f-fuck me f-for days."

"Worth it," Blaine muttered, shutting his eyes and getting used to the feeling.

Kurt ignored the burn as best as he could, because he needed Blaine to start moving.

"Are you doing this on purpose?" Kurt asked, when Blaine stayed still.

"What, baby?" Blaine asked, taking Kurt's tie in his hand and tugging him lightly forward. He leaned down and kissed his lips a few times.

Kurt reached up and pushed Blaine's jacket over his shoulders and off his arms. Blaine smiled and allowed him to unbutton his shirt, but when Kurt tried to take it off, he caught his hand and shook his head.

"Nope," he smiled. "Clothes stay on, remember?"

"You like torturing me, don't you?"

"Mildly," Blaine told him, pushing him back down against the pillows. "Can I move?"

"You could have moved five minutes ago."

"I'd better get on that, then."

"Blaine."

"I know, I talk too much."

Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but Blaine grabbed his hips and started to slam in and out of him, finding a rhythm and Kurt had to bite down on his lips to stop his moans from travelling up to the top floor where Finn was sleeping.

"God, K-Kurt," Blaine panted, as Kurt thrust his hips down to meet Blaine's plunges.

The pain had been overpowered by the pleasure by now and Kurt shouted Blaine's name every time his cock hit his prostate, because God, this was possibly the hottest sex they had ever had and Blaine's clothes were still basically on. Maybe that was what made it hot.

Blaine took Kurt's tie in his hand again as he fucked into him and Kurt was jerked forward every time Blaine pulled back and it was unreal, because they were working in some kind of rhythm that he didn't want to think about because it made his head hurt, but wow, Blaine was amazing.

"You're amazing," he said out loud. "Fucking hell, Blaine, right there."

"I know," Blaine told him, breathlessly. "I know where."

Kurt reached out and took Blaine's tie in his hand, then pulled him forward so that he could kiss him. Blaine's tongue was hot in his mouth and his hand had trailed down to find his cock and whoa, Kurt hadn't realised how badly he had needed him to touch him until then.

"Blaine," he cried out. Blaine's fingers went lower until they slipped across his balls. "Fuck, stop that."
Blaine stopped.

"No, don't," Kurt corrected. "Never stop, God, I was just—mmmm.."

Blaine laughed and thrust his hips a little harder, faster and Kurt could feel it in the pit of his stomach, the heat, swirling and building and he was so close.

"Close," he told Blaine. "Faster. Just.."

Blaine nodded and picked up his pace, his hand moving in time with his thrusts and Kurt was whining and panting and screaming and shouting and calling him obscene names and then he was coming and Blaine didn't stop fucking him, small groans escaping his mouth as Kurt clenched around him, but he didn't stop. His movements slowed for a few moments, but he found the rhythm again after that.

Kurt was almost too sensitive, his cock softening, but Blaine didn't stop and it brought screams from his mouth and when Blaine came, Kurt's body jerked upwards and then back down and Blaine kept on pushing in and out until he had finished coming. He pulled out and lay back beside him panting and Kurt could feel Blaine's come inside him. He would have found it disgusting at any other time, but that had been so damned hot that he really didn't care.

Blaine leaned over and kissed him sloppily and Kurt moaned against his lips.

"Beautiful," Blaine told him. "You're so beautiful."

Kurt moved onto his side so that he could deepen the kiss and Blaine's hand trailed down to his wet, stretched opening and fingered around it a little and Kurt moaned into his mouth, because for one, that was disgusting and two, he was far too sensitive for that. But Blaine didn't stop, just continued to press against the tight walls with the pad of his finger, slicking him up with his own come and Kurt finally pulled his mouth off of Blaine's.

"Blaine, oh my God," he said. "Stop. That's.. That's beyond unsanitary."

"I had my mouth there a few minutes ago," Blaine reminded him. "I didn't hear you talking about unsanitary then."

"That's different."

"How so?"

"Because you hadn't come inside me then."

Blaine laughed and slipped his finger out, but rubbed across Kurt's hole a few more times. "I love coming inside you."

"Yeah, I noticed," Kurt rolled his eyes, smiling.

"Love fingering you, too."

"I noticed that, too," Kurt laughed, quietly, pressing a warm kiss to Blaine's jaw.

Kurt forced himself up and Blaine groaned for him to come back, but he disappeared inside the bathroom to clean himself up. He came out a few moments later and Blaine had taken the remainder of his clothes off. Kurt wiped his come off Blaine's chest and smiled when he yawned.

"Please don't make me get up so you can change the sheets," Blaine pleaded. "I will literally do anything if you don't change them right now."

"Fine," Kurt frowned and threw the towel on the ground. He switched the light off and climbed into the bed and Blaine snuggled up next to him.

"That was hot," Blaine said, kissing his neck once.

"It sort of was."

"Sort of, huh?" Blaine smiled against his skin.

"Okay, pretty hot, then," Kurt teased. "I think I like you as much in your clothes as I like you out of them."

"Why, thank you," Blaine said. "Hey."

"Hmm?"

"I promise you we'll talk in the morning, okay?"

Kurt hadn't forgotten. "Yeah," he said. "Take your time and I'm here when you want me."

"Love you," Blaine told him.

"I love you more," Kurt replied.

Blaine kissed him again, then sighed contentedly and slipped his arms around his waist. Kurt closed his eyes and relaxed into Blaine's embrace. While the sex was always pretty amazing, Kurt had to admit that this was his favourite part. He loved just holding onto Blaine after sex, loved just letting himself rest in his arms, loved how he hummed against his neck and kissed him lazily and brushed his fingers over the curve of his hip and whispered that he loved him over and over before the closed their eyes and went to sleep.

If he had to, Kurt could do without the sex, so long as Blaine kept giving him that.