I'm like a lawyer with the way I'm always trying to get you off.

Chapter 16:

Blaine opened his eyes the next morning and smiled, because for once everything felt absolutely right. His life wasn't perfect, but it was close enough, as close as it was probably ever going to be, anyway. He tilted his head to the side and looked at Kurt, who was still sleeping.

His eyes were closed and his long lashes were still, unmoving in the hollows beneath his eyes. The sun was slipping through the high windows on the walls and gave the impression that Kurt's lashes were tinted in a golden colour. His mouth was slightly open, his pink tongue visible between his pale, pink lips and behind those pearly, white teeth. His skin was smooth and unblemished. He was beautiful.

Blaine's eyes followed the line of Kurt's jaw, down his pale, slender neck and along his clothed torso, his long, lean arms covered with a dark gray material, which ended its sleeve at the elbow. One of his bare forearms was beneath the pillow, just under his head. The other arm lay limply on Blaine's right arm.

Blaine continued smiling as he shifted very carefully onto his side, then eased himself closer, trying not to wake Kurt in the process. Kurt didn't wake up, he simply moved with Blaine, then settled with his head against Blaine's shoulder, sniffling a little against his skin. He took a handful of Blaine's sleeveless shirt and held onto it, clung to him, the corner of his open mouth hot against the cool skin of Blaine's bare shoulder. His long legs were closer now, his knees bent and touching Blaine's. Blaine reached up and pushed a strand of his chestnut coloured, thick hair back from his forehead. Kurt eased into his touch, humming a little in his sleep.

Blaine couldn't control the growth of his smile, nor could he control the way his heart seemed to flip in his chest. He turned his head and pressed a light kiss to the top of his boyfriend's head. Kurt only shivered very slightly. Blaine reached down and pulled the covers up further over them. Kurt inched closer, mouth closing and opening twice.

Blaine sighed, contentedly. He felt really and truly happy for the first time in a long time. He had the perfect boyfriend and was getting on well at school. He didn't have a lot of friends, but the few he did have were good ones and now his mom was trying her absolute best to be there for him, to understand and accept him for who he was and who he loved. If he was honest, it felt a little too good to be true, but he wasn't going to question it.

Blaine closed his eyes and just listened to the sound of Kurt breathing and snuffling a little against his body. The occasional car went by outside, but other than those sounds, everything was silent and peaceful. He could feel Kurt's chest rising and falling beside him and he took comfort in the steady beat of his heart.

Blaine loved just sleeping next to Kurt, loved when it wasn't just about sex. They hadn't done anything the night before, they had simply laid together, talking and laughing and being Kurt and Blaine. It always sent his heart racing when he thought about the fact that this relationship was more than simply a roll in the hay and then a bunch of 'in-between' things. When he slept next to Kurt, fully clothed, it made him smile, made his insides sing, made his blood hum in his veins, because they would always be more than that, they would always be close, they would always compliment one another and above all, they would continue to make each other happy.

Blaine liked when they just lived. He liked the domesticity of it all, liked that moments like this mirrored the rest of their lives together. He wasn't letting Kurt go, not ever and he knew Kurt felt the same. At the beginning, when he had first come to New York, he had doubted himself, doubted that Kurt would be able to remain with him for more than a short amount of time. Kurt was amazing, he was perfect, he was everything a person could want in a partner.

Blaine always considered himself pretty ordinary. He was used to acting like he was better than everyone, but he hadn't ever really believed that this was the case. He most definitely was not better than Kurt—nobody was—and so, he had had trouble believing he could keep him interested. Now, he knew he was wrong, that Kurt loved him every bit as much as he loved Kurt and that they were real, that they were going to make it, despite the fact that Kurt was so wonderful and shone like a star, while Blaine was more of a low-glowing lamp, something that was switched on every now and then. He had his good points, but he had a lot of bad ones, too. He had learned, however, that sometimes, bright lights complimented duller ones, helped them, guided them and provided them with the light they needed to stay bright. Kurt complimented him in every way and he liked to think that this worked both ways.

Blaine felt a hand slipping into his own. He turned his head and opened his eyes just as Kurt's warm mouth pressed against his cool neck.

"Good morning," Blaine whispered, smiling, as Kurt kissed his neck open mouthed and sloppily.

"Mm," was all Kurt said, his other hand sliding out from beneath the pillow to find the bottom of Blaine's shirt. His warm fingers slid under the hem and traced over the skin of his stomach and then higher, over his chest. He pressed his palm to Blaine's heart and left it there.

Blaine knew that this was more about being close than sex, but that didn't stop him from getting a little hard. Kurt Hummel had touched his lower stomach and was basically sucking on his neck, who could blame him?

Kurt's hand remained on his chest, while he clamped his mouth down on his neck, sucking his skin into his mouth and humming a little as he began to graze and press his teeth there. There would be a purplish bruise there later and Blaine really couldn't bring himself to care. He moaned a bit as Kurt's tongue flicked over his skin, his right hand entwined in Blaine's.

It didn't take long for Blaine to give in. He pushed himself up and rolled over until he was on top of Kurt, smiling down on him. He bent his head and crashed their mouths together. Kurt's hands slid up the back of his shirt and kneaded his back lightly. After a long time, Blaine broke the kiss and smiled down at his boyfriend.

"Well, that was an interesting wake up," he said, voice thick.

"Sometimes I wake up next to you and get overwhelmed," Kurt told him, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards. "I can't help it that I get the urge to attack you."

Blaine chuckled and pressed another light kiss to Kurt's lips, unable to help himself.

"It's not my fault I'm so attractive," Blaine teased.

"It's downright unfair," Kurt told him.

"This coming from Mr Perfect himself," Blaine said, with a quiet snort. "Have you looked in a mirror lately?"

Kurt broke into fits of laughter. "Are you trying to be funny?" Blaine gave him a bewildered look. "Mirrors? A couple of nights ago?"

"Oh, that," Blaine said, grinning. "Maybe you could give me a quick repeat, just so I don't forget," he said, tilting one eyebrow upwards, as he slid one hand up Kurt's thigh.

"No," Kurt said, catching his hand. "Not right now," he said, "I'm too tired for all that prepping and hard labour."

"Hard labour?" Blaine asked, eyes widening with amusement. "Wow, Kurt, you really do wonders for my self-esteem."

Kurt reached up and pulled him down for another kiss. He kissed him slowly and Blaine felt his lips smiling against his. When he pulled away, Kurt grinned at him.

"You're amazing and gorgeous and perfect and any guy would be crazy not to want you," he told him. "I, however, am far too tired to engage in sexual intercourse with you, because your energy might possibly kill me."

"I can think of a way to get rid of that little problem that doesn't involve too much energy," Blaine said, hand snaking down Kurt's leg to palm his erection.

"Little problem, eh?"

"Big problem," Blaine corrected. "I can get rid of you big problem without making you pass out from exhaustion."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Mm hmm," Blaine said and he hooked his fingers into the tops of Kurt's bottoms, before sliding them and his underwear down a little. He pushed his own down then and ground their erections together.

"Blaine," Kurt choked out, eyes rolling back in his head.

Blaine laughed and reached across for the lube on the side table.

"Blaine, what are you...?"

"Shh," Blaine whispered, popping the lid. "Just kiss me, okay? Kiss me and don't stop."

"Blaine.."

"Here," Blaine said, taking Kurt's chin in his hand and bending his head until their lips met. Kurt kissed him back and Blaine squeezed some lube into his hand, before shoving it down under the covers to find Kurt's hard cock. He hadn't bothered to warm it with his fingers, because he wanted to see Kurt gasping under him when he touched him.

Blaine wrapped his hand around Kurt's cock and Kurt broke the kiss, moaning loudly, a small hiss escaping his swelled lips.

"What the hell are you—"

"Sorry," Blaine said, but he wasn't sorry, not even a little bit. "Kiss me again? Please?"

"Um," Kurt said, shutting his eyes for a few moments, then opening them again. "What are we doing exactly?"

"You are trusting me," Blaine told him, kissing him once. "Come on, kiss me."

Kurt eyed him carefully, then sighed and gave in, his hand tangling in Blaine's shirt. he pulled him down until their lips met again and Blaine continued to stroke Kurt slowly, getting him all slicked up. He squeezed some more lube on his hand, then lowered his hand to slick himself up. He groaned into Kurt's mouth as he jerked on his cock, then after a few moments, he touched Kurt's again. He broke the kiss momentarily, to utter words into Kurt's ear.

"Roll your hips with me, gorgeous."

Kurt stammered for a moment, then obliged, his hips rising and curving, then falling back down, the friction amazing and perfect and Blaine kissed him again as he rolled his own hips to meet Kurt's. The slide of their dicks with the lube was amazing and he felt Kurt's hands coming up to take a grip on his curls. he pulled on them lightly as they crashed their erections together, Blaine's heart beat speeding up. He could feel Kurt's heart beating against his chest. It was beating quickly and erratically and Blaine wrapped his arms around him and held him close, their lips joined and their lower halves crashing and moving and writhing together as their orgasms built and built. Blaine's fingers curled against the skin of Kurt's back and he knew he was marking him, marking his beautiful, perfect, pale skin, but Kurt didn't seem to mind, even seemed to like it, so Blaine didn't stop.

After a while, Kurt pulled his mouth away and turned his head to the side, panting.

"I can't.." he told Blaine, breathlessly. "Fuck, Blaine."

"Faster," Blaine managed.

"I...can't," Kurt said again, then moaned, quietly, head thrown back, face twisting in pleasure.

Blaine groaned, before sliding his thigh between Kurt's legs, which in turn, meant that Kurt's thigh was between his legs. He began to push himself into Kurt's thigh as he pressed his own thigh up and down, grinding down on Kurt's erection and Kurt was tugging on his hair, a little too hard, but, God, Blaine was not complaining. His own nails were pressing into Kurt's back, then sliding down it, undoubtedly leaving reddish marks.

Blaine could feel it building then, in the pit of his stomach. The friction was perfect and the sound of skin slapping against skin was enough to drive him over the edge. One look at Kurt's face sent him wild. His hips bucked as he came against Kurt's body, Kurt's name slipping from his mouth. Kurt groaned and began to move faster and Blaine could only stare at him, open mouthed, because holy crap, his boyfriend was hot.

Kurt's fingers were still pulling hard on his hair and he was crying out then, hips still stuttering forward.

"Blaine," he panted out. "I'm. Going. To... Fuck, Blaine," he practically whined.

"It's okay," Blaine told him, shutting his eyes briefly. "Come on, baby."

A few more thrusts sent Kurt screaming and just as he came, someone came downstairs and they shuffled quickly in a rush to pretend like they hadn't been doing anything. The blush on their cheeks was enough to give it away.

"Wow, boys," Santana said, arms folded across her chest, a large grin on her face. "Don't stop on my account."

"Santana," Blaine said, breathing hard.

"No, seriously, don't stop," she said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I never say no to free porn."

Kurt fell back and pulled the covers over his head, groaning.

"Can't you knock first?" he asked, voice muffled.

"Where's the fun in that?" Santana asked. "Besides, you already got off, so stop complaining."

"Oh my God," Kurt said, mortified.

Blaine smiled and tried to pull the covers off of Kurt's head, but he only pulled them back.

"Also, if I had come down here after knocking you wouldn't have fooled me," Santana went on. "It freakin' reeks of sex in here. Someone crack open a window."

"Santana," Blaine said, calmly. "I mean this in the nicest way possible, but could you get out? It's, like, 8AM and we're naked and disgusting—not that you're disgusting!" he added, eyes going to the shape next to him that was his boyfriend. "We just need to shower and get some clothes on and we'll be right with you, okay?"

"Number one," Santana said, standing up, "It's 9AM," she told them. "Number two," she continued, "ew. That's gross. I'll leave you alone now, covered in your shame and your sweat and your..other bodily fluids," she said, smiling. She gave them a wink, before running upstairs and shutting the door.

"She's awful," Kurt said, throwing the covers off his head.

His hair was sticking up in tufts and his cheeks were a vibrant shade of pink. Blaine couldn't help smiling. He looked adorable.

"You're cute," he told Kurt.

"You, too," Kurt said, sitting up and giving Blaine's arm a gentle squeeze. "We would, however, be far cuter if we cleaned ourselves up," he said. "Come on, sweetie, let's go get our shame and our sweat and our other bodily fluids washed off."

"Always the romantic," Blaine teased, then let Kurt tug him into the bathroom.

"We're going where?" Kurt demanded to know.

"Scandals," Santana said, sipping her apple juice. "Come on, Hummel, live a little. I swear, it's your kind of place; Sleazy men with moustaches and beards, wearing fishnets and leather and grinding on the dance floor. Some of them might even have whips. You'll fit right in," her eyes flicked to Blaine, "both of you."

"Wow, you really do have a very high opinion of us, don't you, Santana?" Blaine asked, next to Kurt. She shrugged.

"I'm not going anywhere," Kurt protested. "You guys are welcome to go, but I'm staying put. I have to start packing for going home, anyway."

"Kurt," Santana groaned. "We're not heading home for another two frickin' days! Come on, have some fun for once in your life."

"I have fun," Kurt told her.

"I meant fun that doesn't involve sucking your dwarf boyfriend's dick."

Blaine choked on his coffee. He retained his composure, then said, "look, Santana, it's a nice gesture and thank you for the invite, but it really just isn't our thing."

"It isn't Hummel's thing, you mean," she said.

"Well, we're kind of a package deal," Blaine told her. "If it's not his thing, it's not mine, either."

Kurt eyed Blaine for a moment.

"You used to go out and have fun," Santana told Blaine. "Do you remember that, Blainers? Do you remember what it's like to go out and get drunk and have a laugh?"

Kurt caught his bottom lip between his teeth. He remembered that Blaine had gone to many parties and get togethers before they had become a couple. He remembered that Blaine liked drinking and socialising and getting out.

"Blaine," he said, quietly. "You should go."

"Huh?"

"You should go. To the gay bar, or whatever."

"I'm not going to go anywhere without you," Blaine told him.

"Santana is right, you know," Kurt said. "You used to go to parties and stuff. Until you met me."

"And I wouldn't change meeting you for the world!"

"I know, I know that." Kurt shook his head. "I just mean that maybe it'll be good for you."

Blaine sighed and placed his cup down on the table. "The last time you told me it would do me good to get out, I was accused of having sex with Sebastian."

Kurt tried to protest.

"And I know we figured that out and made up and conceded that we both trust each other and that there wasn't really an issue," Blaine said, "but I'm not going to go out and get drunk and do something completely stupid again."

"Like what?" Kurt hissed. "Like blow me?"

He saw Blaine flinch at that and immediately regretted it.

"Sorry," he said, placing a hand on Blaine's thigh. "I'm not trying to be cruel," he ensured him. "I just want you to have some fun."

Blaine sighed, defeated. "Okay," he said, tiredly. "But you'll come, right?"

"I don't think—"

"Come on, Kurt," Blaine said, grinning now. "We can dance and stuff. It'll be fun."

Kurt thought about it for a moment and figured there really wasn't any way around it. He sighed and looked at Santana.

"What is appropriate wear for a gay bar in Ohio?"

"Oh, you'll figure something out," Santana said, rolling her eyes. "As for you, short stuff, wear something that covers up that God-awful, freakin' humongous, giant-sized, slutty, gay hickey. People'll think you're selling your body to put yourself through law school."

"Santana!" Kurt gasped.

"Oh, don't tell me he hasn't got the face of a sex-selling, aspiring lawyer. Please. It's okay, Anderson, we all fall off the treadmill of life sometimes. You just get right back up on that thing and move those little legs like a hamster on his exercise wheel."

She gave him a pat on the back and left the room.

"What is she talking about?" Blaine asked, shaking his head.

Kurt shrugged and gave Blaine a slow smile. "I can't be sure," he said, "but, I think she called you a rodent."

"I am offended by how good you look right now," Blaine whispered to Kurt as they climbed out of his car.

It was a cool night, the snow still on the ground, but most of it had turned to slush now.

"I heard that, Anderson," Santana told him. "Quit drooling over Hummel. It's not an attractive trait."

Blaine smiled and she walked ahead rolling her eyes.

Blaine's mom had called earlier that day to tell him about her meeting with his father. He hadn't been pleased, but had agreed to give her some space. He had said that divorce would be a blemish on the family name and Blaine knew that he had said 'another blemish', but his mom had left that part out. In all, things weren't awful. He was happy.

"I don't think any of your traits are unattractive," Kurt told him, quietly, slipping his hand in Blaine's.

"Thank you," Blaine said, falling into step with his boyfriend.

"This place looks like a dump," Kurt whispered, looking up at the square building.

He was right. The lettering on the sign was weather-beaten and scratched, so that it only read 'Scadas'. It was dull, with only a flashing neon sign in the shape of dancing figures giving off any light. Blaine wrinkled his nose as they followed Santana across the parking lot.

"This is so not my scene," Kurt whispered as they neared the bottle green door.

"You did insist we come here," Blaine reminded him.

"No," Kurt said, "I insisted you come here. I was perfectly happy to stay home and pack."

"I wanted you with me," Blaine muttered.

The truth was that he didn't want to get drunk and do anything dumb. It seemed as if he always did something stupid while under the influence of alcohol, with the exception of the first time he had ever kissed Kurt. He would never regret that, even if he had regretted it the following morning.

Kurt seemed to understand, because he gave Blaine's hand a squeeze and said, "You know you're not stupid." Blaine didn't reply. "You're not," Kurt assured him. "You get a little carried away sometimes, but you wouldn't do anything crazy, I know you wouldn't. You don't need me to keep you from doing things, Blaine. You think you do, but you don't."

They stopped at the end of the line and waited patiently (Santana was not patient, however) for it to move.

"I'm not in control once I drink," Blaine said, quietly.

"Well, tonight you've got me," Kurt told him. "Have a good time. I'll make sure you get home in one piece," he said, with a chuckle. "Or at least with the pieces that matter."

Blaine laughed and moved up the line. Tonight was going to be just fine.

Blaine's body was practically gyrating against him and he was getting hard and his pants were far too tight to hide the problem. It was stuffy and warm in the club and Kurt kept getting shoved by large, burly men with moustaches, wearing body warmers and plaid shirts and Kurt couldn't help grimacing as he moved himself as far away from them as he could, only to be met with more.

Dancing with Blaine was fun. They hadn't ever really danced together, only at prom and then at Kurt's dad's wedding. Blaine was drunk by now and apparently drunken Blaine was convinced he was the greatest dancer since Fred Astaire. Kurt was completely sober, because he was driving. Santana was over by the bar, drowning her sorrows in alcohol.

Blaine reached out and pulled Kurt closer, slamming their hips together and Kurt let out a little choking sound at the sudden contact. He was grateful that in the noise and the crowds, no one could hear him. Blaine pulled him closer, a goofy smile on his face and pressed his warm lips to Kurt's neck. Kurt held him off.

"Too sweaty," he shouted over the music.

"Don' care," Blaine uttered and moved in again. "You're hot."

"Hence the sweating," Kurt said, but he wasn't sure Blaine had heard him.

Kurt grabbed his hand and tugged him off of the dance floor, but Blaine was still swaying and flailing his arms slightly. He stopped when they got to the bar and set Blaine down on a stool next to Santana, who was singing quietly to herself. Blaine turned and looked at her and she looked at him and started laughing really loudly, although she looked like she wanted to cry. Kurt smiled and slipped onto a stool beside Blaine. He reached across and grabbed his coke, which Santana had been taking care of. He took a sip and it was warm. He wrinkled his nose and shoved it away from him.

"Come here often?"

Kurt turned around at the voice behind him. A guy had sat down next to him. The lighting was awful in Scandals, so it was difficult to really see the guy. From what Kurt could tell, he had blonde hair and was about Kurt's age, maybe a little younger.

"Really?" Kurt deadpanned. "Couldn't come up with anything better than that?"

The guy shrugged and leaned his elbow on the counter. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Are you going to buy my boyfriend one, too?" Kurt asked, smiling sweetly.

The guy looked around Kurt at Blaine and chuckled. "I think your boyfriend's had one drink too many, so I'm gonna go with no. Besides, I think your boyfriend has a girlfriend."

Kurt turned his head back to Blaine and Santana who seemed to be duetting quietly to whatever the song was that was playing. He smiled, fondly, before looking back at the blonde guy.

"My boyfriend's girlfriend is a lesbian."

Kurt jumped a little when Blaine flung his arms around his neck and rested his head on his shoulder. He smelled like an alcoholic.

"Hi," Blaine said, in Kurt's ear.

"Hey," Kurt said, aware of the blonde guy watching them. "Doing okay?"

"Mm hmm," Blaine murmured. "You smell good."

"You don't," Kurt teased.

"Who's y-your friend?" Blaine asked, grinning at the guy.

"He's not my friend," Kurt corrected.

"Not yet," the guy said, quietly, flashing them a smile.

"Kurt," Blaine whispered loudly.

"Hmm?"

"He wants to g-get in your tight, tight, tight pants." Blaine's finger slid down to prod at the waistband of Kurt's jeans.

"Blaine!" Kurt hissed, mortified at his words.

"It's true!" Blaine protested. He looked up at the other guy. "It's true, right?"

"Blaine, I don't thi—"

Blaine giggled wildly and buried his face in Kurt's neck and whispered, "Mine."

Kurt felt his skin tingling at that one little word. He swallowed hard and let out a shaky breath.

"Air!" he said, quickly. "I need air."

Blaine leaned up and looked confused. Kurt pulled him off gently and steered him back around to Santana, giving the blonde guy a final nod.

"Santana," Kurt said, loudly. She turned and looked at him, eyes half-lidded. "Do you think you can keep Blaine here for a minute? I just need to get some air. I feel like my head's going to explode."

"Baby, kiss me," Blaine said, taking Kurt's tie between is fingers and tugging him forward. Kurt pressed the palms of his hands to Blaine's chest and held him away, but Blaine pushed forward and kissed the side of Kurt's mouth sloppily. "I kissed you," he said, smiling goofily up at Kurt.

Kurt gave him a smile. "I noticed."

"Are you g-g-going to the bathroom, Hum-Hummel?" she slurred, leaning her head on a smiling Blaine's shoulder.

"No, outsi—"

"Because the smart th-thing to do would be to ta-take Blainey here with you," she went on, "and you could do it on the sinks."

Kurt widened his eyes, horrified at the idea of doing that on a sink at this decrepit place.

"Not a chance," he told her. "Can you just watch him, or dance with him, or something for a little while? Promise I'll be right back."

"Yeah," Santana said. "Yeah, come on Blainey, let's go get our g-groove on."

Blaine made a kissy face at Kurt, then let Santana drag him onto the dance floor. Kurt smiled, watching them go, then went towards the door, the fake ID in his pocket. He pushed his way out, past the big guys who were smiling at him pervertedly and finally reached the door. He wet outside and sighed in relief at the fresh air hitting his face.

"Hummel," a voice, laced in surprise, said, behind him.

Kurt swung around and found David Karofsky standing there, looking uncomfortable.

"Oh, God," Kurt said, tiredly. "Seriously? Of all the people in the whole of Ohio, I had to bump into you. This is ridiculous. Out of my way."

Kurt tired to go around him, but Karofsky held his big, strong arms out, prohibiting him from moving past.

"Karofsky," Kurt warned, "we're not at McKinley any more. You can't bully me. Get the hell out of my way, so I can find my boyfriend and go home."

Karofsky dropped his arms. "Anderson's here?"

Kurt had almost forgotten they had been kind-of friends once.

"Yes, Blaine is here," Kurt said. "I just need t—"

"I figured you two'd be broken up by now."

Kurt stopped and eyed him. "Are you out?" he asked. "I mean, you're here. In a gay bar. Do..do people know?"

Karofsky looked down at his shoes and sighed. He looked vulnerable, almost human. "Not really," he said. "I... People don't know I come here. I mean, obviously people know, but not any of the people in my life."

"Okay," Kurt said, quietly. "Well, you're still an asshole, but good luck with..that, I guess. I need to go find Blaine and—"

"Do you think I could talk to him? To Ander—Blaine? To Blaine?"

Kurt looked uncertain. "I don't know," he uttered. "He's drunk right now and I don't know if it's a good idea.."

"Please?"

Kurt looked up at him. He looked sort of broken.

"I guess I can bring him back out here," Kurt told Karofsky with a sigh. "I can't promise he'll be very nice, or coherent, but.. I'll just go get him."

Kurt walkd back to the door, flashed the guy the stamp on his hand and went back inside. He pushed his way past the men again and found Santana and Blaine dancing in the centre of the dance floor. He made his way towards them and saw that they were both practically holding one another up. Blaine gave him a bright grin.

"Heyyyyyyy, babyyyyyyy," Blaine said, drawing out his words.

"Hi," Kurt said, smiling. "Ready to go?"

"Ummmm," Blaine said, looking as if he was trying to think of an answer. "Will you get naked with me?"

"Um, not right now," Kurt said, feeling his cheeks flushing.

"When we go to bed?" Blaine asked, falling on top of Kurt. "Your eyes are pretty."

Kurt chuckled and took a hold of Blaine's arm. "Thank you," he said, beaming at him. He looked at Santana who was dancing by herself.

"Ready to go, San?"

"Hummel," she said, breathlessly. "Gawd, you suck."

"Oh, thanks," Kurt said, then grabbed her arm. "Excuse me for trying to get you home safely."

He pulled both Santana and Blaine through the crowds, crashing into people as they went. He muttered a few sorrys and pardons.

"The guy with the caterpillar on his lip is winking at you," Blaine told him.

"That's nice, babe," Kurt said, concentrating on getting them out of there without being groped.

"Everyone w-wants you even though you're m-mine."

Kurt shivered and pulled them through the final crowd and then out the door. David was standing with his back to the wall, looking down at his shoes. He stood up straight when he saw they had arrived.

"Oh, crap," Santana said, shrugging Kurt off. "What's big as a moose Karofsky doin' here?"

"You didn't say she was here," Karofsky said, looking alarmed.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "You wanted to talk to Blaine?"

Karofsky tore his eyes off of Santana and looked at Blaine who was playing with the cuff of Kurt's sleeve.

"Blaine," Kurt said, placing a hand on his arm.

Blaine looked up and his eyes darkened a shade. "Karofsky," he said. "Why are we talking to him?" he asked, not looking away from Karofsky, but addressing Kurt.

"He said he wanted to talk to you."

"Well, I don't have an-anything to say to him!" Blaine said, angrily. "Did y-you forget what he did to you?"

"Of course I didn't forget, Bl—"

"I just wanted to ask how you dealt with it," Karofsky said, quickly, shifting his feet uncomfortably.

"Dealt with what, exactly?" Kurt asked, because Blaine looked like he was still trying to process the words.

Karofsky looked up then. "Dealt with..coming out when so much was at stake."

Kurt, Blaine and Santana simply blinked at him for a few heart beats. Kurt felt he should speak up, because Blaine was out of it.

"Take your time and do it when you're ready," he told Karofsky, thinking it was a little strange to be giving your former bully advice on coming out. "Whatever happens, happens. It'll get better. It won't be easy, but—"

"Don't d-do it if you're not ready and w-when you're ready and y-you do it, don't give up or whatever. Just k-keep going and..and can we go home now?"

Kurt looked at Blaine, then shrugged. "Uh, I guess." He looked up at Karofsky. "Good luck," he said, quietly, before taking Santana's arm with his free hand and pulling both she and Blaine back to his car. He got them inside and started it.

"Kurt," Blaine said, in the back, beside Santana. "The sky is awesome. It's starting to snow. It's like...like..."

"Oh my God," Santana said, excitedly. "It's like dandruff from heaven!"

Kurt scoffed, shook his head and pulled out of the parking lot and drove slowly home.

Kurt forced Blaine to brush his teeth, because he knew he would try to kiss him again. Blaine brushed lazily and allowed Kurt to drag him into the bedroom to change. He handed him his pyjamas, but Blaine had other ideas.

Kurt sat down to do his skin care regime.

"Blaine, you're going to fall," he said, watching him swaying on his feet through the mirror at the vanity. "Get dressed and get in bed."

Blaine was singing some Katy Perry song under his breath. His eyes were closed and he was smiling, swaying there.

"Blaine," Kurt said again, but he wasn't listening. He decided it was best to just leave him be for a while.

Kurt finished his routine, then went into the bathroom and washed his hands and when he came back outside to get his sleeping clothes, Blaine was standing on a chair.

"Blaine," Kurt said, with a sigh. "You're going to hurt yourself." He felt as if he was trying to talk a toddler down. "Give me your hand, okay?"

"I'm gonna jump."

"No, look, come down here and let me get you changed, okay?"

Blaine started laughing. Kurt shook his head and went closer, then took Blaine's hand.

"Come on," he urged.

Blaine's smile dissipated and he climbed down, with Kurt's help. When he had both feet on the carpet, he pushed himself up against Kurt and slipped a hand around him to rest on his ass.

"Hot," he whispered, lowering his mouth down over Kurt's.

"If you changed out of the cardigan you wouldn't be as hot," Kurt said, trying to get him to stand up straight.

"No," Blaine said, quietly. "You are hot."

Kurt smiled and let Blaine kiss him for a little while. "Come on," he said, pulling back. "Bed."

"'Kay," he said, smiling.

Kurt helped him to get changed, listening as he sung a medley of Katy Perry songs and told him about the last episode of Ghost Hunters he had watched. Kurt had smiled and played along and then when he placed Blaine in the bed, he went and got changed himself. Blaine was smiling as he watched Kurt and despite the fact that he wasn't all there at the moment, Kurt couldn't help being aware of his hazel eyes locked on him.

Kurt couldn't stop thinking about the way he had shivered when Blaine had called him 'mine'. It didn't make sense, really, because Kurt already knew that they belonged to each other. He guessed there was something appealing about Blaine being a little possessive, jealous. He smiled to himself. Did this count as a kink?

He changed hurriedly, then switched off the light and climbed in beside Blaine. Blaine didn't say anything and Kurt wondered if he was asleep, but then he was shifting a little bit and he knew he was awake.

"You okay?" he asked, moving his hand to find Blaine's.

"Mm hmm," Blaine said.

Kurt grabbed his hand and entwined their fingers and Blaine sighed.

"What?" Kurt asked.

"Nothing," he said, tiredly. "Just love you."

"I love you, too."

"Kurt."

"Hmm?"

"You know h-how that guy was all over you?"

Kurt laughed quietly. "He was hardly all over me."

Blaine only hummed his response.

"Doesn't matter anyway," Kurt told him. "I only want you."

"All mine?" Blaine asked and Kurt could hear the smile in his voice.

Kurt's heart skipped in his chest. "All yours," he told Blaine, voice catching. "Always."

The next day, Kurt met with Mercedes and Santana came over and she and Blaine hung out and watched bad TV, in an attempt to get past the hangovers. They packed their things away that night and headed for home the next day, with Rachel and Finn in tow. It felt good to finally get home. Kurt loved his family home, but now, being in New York with Blaine, he felt like he was really home.

"What do you wanna do today?" Blaine asked, once they had showered and collapsed on the couch together.

"Whatever you want," Kurt said, leaning his head on Blaine's shoulder.

"Tired?"

"Exhausted."

"Too exhausted for a blow job?" Blaine asked, grinning down at him.

"Depends," Kurt muttered. "Am I giving or receiving?"

"We could 69."

Kurt opened one eye. "When are you watching all this porn?"

"Huh?"

"I assumed you were watching a bunch of porn and getting these new sex ideas from it," Kurt informed him.

Blaine chuckled and ran his fingers through Kurt's thick, chestnut coloured hair. "You don't think I just have a filthy mind?"

"No, I know you have a filthy mind," Kurt corrected. "Would it offend you if I told you I was too tired for sex?"

"Wanna go sleep for a while?" Blaine asked, smirk disappearing. He was smiling down on Kurt, eyes soft.

"You don't mind?"

"Why would I mind?" Blaine asked.

Kurt shrugged. "Figured you were horny and wanted some sort of release."

Blaine pushed him up and took his hand, the tugged him to his feet. "Come on, Sleeping Beauty," he said, smiling, "let's go get you to bed."

"Mm, okay," Kurt said, with a yawn. "Promise to protect my virtue?"

"I think I failed that mission a long time ago," Blaine said, leading him to the bedroom.

"Maybe," Kurt said. "Okay, then. Promise to wake me with true love's kiss?"

Blaine laughed and shut the bedroom door behind them. "And you said I was the cheesy one."

Blaine lay with Kurt half-asleep against his chest. He was stroking his hair back absently as he listened to the soft murmurs of his breath and the little snuffling sounds he was making against his body.

Without any warning, Kurt leaned up and pressed his lips to Blaine's and Blaine kissed him back. Kurt's mouth moved lazily against Blaine's, as his hand came up to rest against Blaine's chest. Blaine inched back a little.

"Thought you were sleeping."

"Wanna kiss you," Kurt said and that was enough of a reason for Blaine to kiss him properly.

They deepened the kiss and before long, Kurt was lying on his stomach with his jeans and briefs around his ankles, with Blaine on top of him, sliding three lubed fingers in and out of his tight entrance. Blaine had stripped down to his boxers and he was hard and aching and Kurt was whining beneath him and he wasn't going to last long.

"Bl—aineee," Kurt panted, beneath him.

"Hmm?"

"If I fall asleep," he said, voice choked, "I give you full per-permission to k-keep going."

"If you fall asleep," Blaine said, mind dizzy from the sight of his boyfriend naked and vulnerable and hot beneath him, "I will have no confidence left in my sexual prowess."

"Ugh," Kurt groaned into the sheets. "Please just get inside me."

Blaine swallowed hard as his body shuddered all over. He rubbed over that small nub inside Kurt a couple more times, liking the way it made Kurt whimper into the bedding, then removed his fingers entirely. He gave Kurt's thigh a few reassuring strokes, before taking the lube and slicking his erection up. He tugged Kurt's jeans and underwear the rest of the way off and kneeled between his legs.

"If you fall asleep I'm going to feel like a pervert," Blaine said shakily, as he lined himself up with Kurt's entrance, "so please try your best not to."

"I'm hardly going to fall asleep when you've got that inside me, am I?"

"By 'that' you mean my exceptionally large, exceptionally brilliant penis, right?"

"Please don't say penis any more," Kurt begged, then cried out as Blaine began slipping inside.

Blaine stroked his side in an attempt to ease the discomfort, but Kurt was still moaning and gripping the sheets beneath him. Blaine had to shut his eyes as he guided himself inside the tight, hot hole and God, with the sounds Kurt was making, Blaine could have come on the spot.

"Almost there, baby," Blaine assured him. "God, you feel so good, Kurt."

He pushed the rest of the way in, then stilled his hips, when all he really wanted to do was slam his hips back and forth inside him. He wouldn't though, not if it meant hurting Kurt. Kurt was cursing under his breath, so Blaine bowed his head and caught Kurt's lips with his own. They kissed lazily and breathlessly and Kurt wriggled his hips a little in order to show Blaine it was okay to move.

Blaine raised his hips and Kurt broke the kiss and groaned.

"Blaine," he said, sounding frustrated.

"What's wrong?"

"Want you to.."

"Anything," Blaine promised.

"Slowly," Kurt said, voice thick. "Fuck me slowly."

"Not fucking," Blaine muttered, before kissing Kurt again. "We don't fuck, remember?"

Kurt groaned again and said, "Fine. Make love to me slowly, then. Just.. Come on."

"Patience is a virtue," Blaine reminded him.

"Well, you failed that mission, remember?" Kurt said. "Now do something, because I'm going to die."

"Well, that wouldn't be a good thing," Blaine said, with a smile, before Kurt tugged him down for another long, deep, passionate kiss.

Kurt pulled away for a split second to whisper, "Please."

The fire in Kurt's blue eyes told Blaine that the time for jokes and witty remarks and quips was over. Blaine pressed the heels of his hands into the sheets and raised his hips very slowly, almost painfully so, then slid himself back in, equally slowly. Kurt was practically keening beneath him and he broke the joining of their lips and took a handful of Blaine's hair. He pulled on it gently until Blaine's mouth was against his neck.

"Mark me," Kurt breathed. "I'm yours, right?"

The truth was that Kurt was his own person and there wasn't anyone or anything that could force him to do anything he didn't want to, but in the spirit of hot, steamy, passionate love making, Blaine was willing to play along.

"All mine," he hummed, kissing Kurt's slender neck once. "Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine."

Kurt was gripping the sheets as Blaine's thrusts found a rhythm, a slow, steady rhythm. Blaine sucked Kurt's neck into his mouth and nibbled gently on it and Kurt was moaning, his forehead pressed into the bed.

"You like being submissive?" Blaine enquired, unsure of how he felt about that. He guessed it was his own fault for telling Kurt to find his own kink.

"Absolutely not," Kurt apprised him. "Now make me come."

"Oh, I see," Blaine said, laughing weakly. "Am I the sub?"

"No one is the sub, Anderson," Kurt said with a groan. "Stop talking about sleazy things and get cute. Love making, r-remember?"

"Not easy to forget," Blaine said, burying his head back into Kurt's neck.

He could feel Kurt grinding into the mattress. He swallowed hard and whispered into Kurt's neck.

"Love you," he told him. "You're so perfect. I could do this forever."

Kurt only moaned in response.

"Love it when you're like this," Blaine went on. "Love when you're all hot and naked and under me. God, Kurt."

"Blaine," Kurt exhaled.

"Love being inside you," Blaine said, grazing his teeth on Kurt's ear lobe. "So beautiful."

"Fuck, Blaine," Kurt said, pushing his hips backwards to meet Blaine's thrusts.

"You make me crazy," Blaine told him, placing sloppy kisses to Kurt's neck and along his jaw. "The second I saw you, I wanted this. To be inside you. I didn't even know it then, but God, you're all I've been able to think about since the moment I laid eyes on you."

"More," Kurt breathed out.

Blaine slid his hand under Kurt's body and took him in his hand. He began to jerk Kurt off in time with the thrust of his hips and Kurt was whining and cursing and moaning Blaine's name, his voice coming out in murmurs because his face was in the sheets.

"Don't stop talking," Kurt said.

Blaine was about to point out that Kurt thought he talked too much during sex, but the way Kurt was saying his name over and over like a frantic mantra stopped him in his tracks.

"Gonna come inside you, baby," Blaine told him. "Then maybe I'll blow you."

Kurt moaned, a deep, guttural sound escaping his throat. When Kurt was like this, Blaine always felt overwhelmed, like he was caught between wanting to cry and wanting to hold Kurt in his arms and never ever let go.

"I love you," Blaine told me. "I love you and want you forever."

"You have me," Kurt told him. "Mm, you have me."

Blaine's hips began to slam faster into him, not caring about the fact that Kurt wanted to go slow and it seemed as if Kurt didn't care either.

"There," Kurt cried out. "Right there, oh my God."

Blaine slammed up against Kurt's prostate over and over until Kurt was practically screaming into the mattress. Blaine felt the heat building in his stomach and when Kurt's hole started to clench around him, Blaine came with a moan into Kurt's neck. Kurt's body spasmed and he shouted Blaine's name and came into the sheets. Blaine kept moving until they had stopped whining and after a moment he eased himself out and lay down next to his boyfriend, just breathing.

"Sorry," Kurt said, breathlessly. "I came too quickly. You wanted to do oral, or whatever. I'm sorry."

"Stop apologising," Blaine said, softly. "Besides," he said, with a smile, "I can still blow you."

"No, you can't."

"Flip over," Blaine said, pushing himself up.

"No."

"Come on, lie back for me."

"Blaine," Kurt groaned, but he flipped over onto his back anyway.

Blaine licked his lips and moved down until his head was level with Kurt's softening cock. He flicked his tongue over the base, an experimental lick. Kurt whined.

"Too sensitive."

"You can handle it."

"No, Blaine, I can't."

"Make me stop."

Kurt just bit his lip.

"Willing to try?" Blaine asked, taking Kurt in his hand.

Kurt nodded. "I'm going to pass out during this."

"I'll make it worth it."

Blaine climbed up the bed and over Kurt's body until he was looking down at his cock. Kurt was watching him, looking both frightened and extremely turned on.

"Do I take it that this means you were serious about the 69 thing?" Kurt asked, behind him.

He turned his head and looked over his shoulder. "What? No. Just lie back."

Blaine settled where he was, then reached down and took the base of Kurt's cock in his hand. Kurt groaned.

"It's too soon, Blaine."

"Okay," Blaine said, pushing himself up. "We can do this another time—"

"No!" Kurt pushed him back down.

Blaine laughed.

"Stop laughing at me," Kurt mumbled and Blaine knew he was blushing hard behind him.

"Want me to keep going?" Blaine asked, smiling.

Kurt only hummed an affirmative. Blaine licked his lips and took Kurt in his hand again. He took the head in his mouth and Kurt's leg jerked.

"Relax," Blaine whispered, giving his knee a gentle pat.

Kurt whispered several unsavoury words as Blaine took him all the way into his mouth. He sucked on him as he stroked the inside of his thigh, enjoying the way Kurt was moaning behind him. He was getting hard inside Blaine's mouth and Blaine couldn't help smiling.

"You're getting hard again," he removed his mouth to say.

"Well, I'm being treated to a rather erotic sight up here, in case you hadn't noticed."

"My ass?"

"Among other things," Kurt said, swallowing.

Blaine chuckled and put his mouth on Kurt's cock again, taking him all the way in and then pulling back and repeating the motion over and over again. Kurt was making low guttural noises and Blaine slipped his hand down, almost instinctively, until he found Kurt's still stretched entrance.

"Blaine, are you trying to kill me?"

Blaine didn't take his mouth away to answer him, he was too caught up in making Kurt cry out. He continued to suck on his hardening cock, as he pressed the pad of his first finger to the walls of Kurt's puckered hole. It was still wet and stretched and Kurt was whimpering and swearing.

"Babe," he panted. "Please."

Blaine couldn't tell if he was begging him to stop, or begging him for more, so he removed his mouth and looked around at him.

"You okay?" he asked.

"You stopped?" Kurt asked, tone incredulous.

"Wasn't sure if you were asking me for more or less."

Kurt threw his head back and groaned. "Finish it," he demanded.

Blaine smiled and resumed his position, mouth stretched around him while his finger explored his abused entrance. Blaine circled the walls a few times, before pressing all the way inside, making Kurt cry out beneath him. He was hard inside his mouth now and Blaine was tracing patterns across him with his tongue and Kurt was gripping the covers and kicking his feet a little, but making himself stop because he didn't want to have his boyfriend choke on him, or break any of his teeth.

Blaine was hard himself now and he ground down a little against Kurt's body to get a little friction. He slid another finger in alongside his first one and he pushed until he found that spot, which wasn't that difficult to find any more, not now that he knew Kurt's body as well as he knew his own, perhaps even a little better than he knew his own. Kurt was keening and thrashing and whining and cursing and Blaine wanted to laugh, but couldn't because this was far too intense. Kurt was making sobbing sounds and Blaine wondered if he was actually crying. He tried to lean up to check if he was okay, but Kurt only groaned and shoved him back down.

Blaine swallowed hard and went back to what he had been doing before. Kurt began grinding himself down on his fingers and Blaine had to remove his mouth, because ouch.

"Blaine," Kurt moaned.

"Sorry," Blaine uttered. "I can't... If you're going to keep moving like that.."

Kurt groaned and shoved Blaine off, then pulled him until he was laying on his back. Blaine watched with wide eyes, his heart hammering in his chest, as Kurt spit into the palm of his own hand, then curled it around Blaine's erection. He moved onto his knees, then reached back and held onto Blaine's cock, then sat down on it in one swift drop.

"Holy shit!" Blaine managed.

He looked up at Kurt as he began to ride Blaine really roughly and Blaine could barely manage words. The sound of the bed creaking combined with their pants and moans was driving him crazy and when he looked up at Kurt and saw the faint blush spread across his chest and his neck and on his cheeks, Blaine very nearly came, but he wanted to get Kurt off first.

Kurt's hair was sticking to his forehead, his lids heavy as he stared down at Blaine with intense blue eyes. His cherry red lips were parted and his hands were on Blaine's chest, finger nails digging in, leaving small half-moon indentations there.

Blaine reached out and took a hold of Kurt's hips, then began to raise them and drop them faster and harder and Kurt was grunting and whining and with a scream, he came, shooting over Blaine's chest and his own, his hole closing around Blaine and for the second time, that sent Blaine flying over the edge. He came again inside his boyfriend and Kurt kept grinding down until he had no energy left. He collapsed on top of Blaine and just breathed against him, Blaine stroking his damp hair off his face.

After a few minutes, Kurt leaned up and looked at him.

"Are you okay?" he asked, cheeks still flushed.

"Am I okay?" Blaine said, amused. "Are you kidding me? Holy crap, Kurt, you're unreal."

Kurt blushed harder and Blaine only chuckled and pulled him down for a sloppy kiss.

"God, we need a shower," Kurt told him. "Again."

"We definitely do."

"But I'm exhausted," Kurt groaned, dropping his head to rest against Blaine's shoulder.

"Then let's just go to sleep."

"Do me a favour?" Kurt asked, yawning, as he leaned up to look at Blaine.

"Anything."

"Go get something to clean us off?" Kurt asked. "And grab me some clean sheets?"

Blaine sighed. "Okay," he said, moving to stand up.

Kurt rolled off of him and lay back, watching him go.

"Thanks," Kurt said, tiredly.

"Are you thanking me because I agreed to get clean sheets, or for the epic sex?"

"Um, both," Kurt decided. "Jut to clarify, that covers both rounds of epic sex."

Blaine laughed as he went to get a cloth from the bathroom. He cleaned himself off, then went back to the bedroom and help clean Kurt off. He tossed the cloth aside, then went and got some clean bedding. They changed the bed lazily, then got inside. Kurt collapsed against Blaine

"Kurt."

"Yeah, babe?"

"Remember before we went to Lima, we talked about moving out?"

"Mm hmm," Kurt said.

"Do you still want to?"

Kurt was quit for a moment. "Maybe we could wait."

"Wait for what?"

"Until we need something bigger."

"When will we need something bigger?" Blaine enquired.

"When we're married and I've got my own successful fashion line and when your ego becomes too big to fit in this two bedroom apartment."

Blaine smiled at the idea of them being married.

"And if we decide we want, like, ten kids, or something," Blaine added, happily.

Kurt looked up at him. "You want kids?"

"You don't?"

"I do if you do."

"I'd be a model father, come on," Blaine teased.

"You would."

Kurt's voice was devoid of humour.

"You think so?"

"I think you can do anything," Kurt told him.

"Like Superman?"

"But better looking," Kurt said. "Also, never wear tights."

Blaine chuckled. "Because my butt's too big?"

"Your butt's perfect," Kurt told him, with a snort. "You are perfect."

"I'm far from perfect," Blaine said, smiling a little.

"You're perfect in my eyes."

"Then that's enough for me," Blaine told him, placing a butterfly kiss to the tip of his nose.

"God, I'm so fucking tired."

"Then go to sleep."

"It feels rude," Kurt informed him, "sleeping while we're talking about our future."

"Well," Blaine said, grinning, "seeing as how we have a future, we can talk about it any time, so you should go to sleep."

"Love you," Kurt said, kissing his cheek and then collapsing back on top of him.

"Love you more," Blaine replied and held him close.

Kurt fell asleep on top of Blaine and moments later, listening to the steady beat of his lover's heart against his chest, Blaine fell asleep with a smile on his lips.

"Guess what?" Kurt said, a few days later when he walked in the front door.

Blaine switched the TV off and looked up at Kurt's smiling face. He was unbuttoning his jacket.

"What?" Blaine asked.

"I got a job."

"You did?" Blaine said.

"Yes!" Kurt said, excitedly, hanging his jacket up. He joined Blaine on the couch. "It's nothing extravagant. It's just some little clothing store in the city. It's called "Fashion your Seatbelt". I kid you not. And while that's an awful name, it's a cute place. I get to dress dummies! And by dummies, I don't mean the customers, I mean actual dummies."

"Excellent," Blaine told him. "You've got experience at that. You dress your dummy of a boyfriend all the time."

"Exactly!" Kurt teased, elbowing him gently. "And believe me, the bow ties will be used scarcely and tastefully."

"Hurtful," Blaine declared and Kurt moved closer and kissed his lips once. "So when do you start?"

"Monday," Kurt said. "I made arrangements to work the odd day and then at the weekends, what with school and all, but it should be enough that I can actually go half with you on the rent."

"You know you don't have to do that," Blaine said, frowning.

"I know, I know," Kurt went on. "I just want us to do this right. You said yourself that your dad could stop the money at any time. This way, we've got a little back up."

Blaine nodded. "You're right. In fact, I'm gonna go job hunting, too."

"Hey, maybe your friend down at the diner could get you a job," Kurt said, quirking an eyebrow. "What was her name again?"

"Patricia," Blaine apprised him.

"Yeah, maybe Patricia can get you a job," Kurt said, grinning. "You'd look super cute in one of those baby pink dresses with the little white aprons and the hair nets."

"You're a real card," Blaine said, grinning back at him. "I hope they don't let you dress the male dummies at Fashion your Seatbelt. I doubt there are very many fashionable men that want to wear waitress outfits. Well, outside the bedroom, that is."

"Kinky," Kurt said, chuckling. "But yeah. It'll be fun!"

"I'm happy you're happy," Blaine told him, grabbing his hand. "Wanna help me make up my resumé?"

"Sure," Kurt said, patting Blaine's thigh. "That should take around 10 minutes, then we can go get dinner."

"Real funny, Hummel," Blaine said, smile growing.

"I aim to please."

"And please you do," Blaine told him. "Though I'm not sure I can say the same about your aim," he told him, smiling devilishly, before pushing him back and kissing him into the sofa.

A week later, Blaine came home smiling and whistling a happy tune. Kurt eyed him from the kitchen table.

"Wow, someone's happy," he said, as Blaine came and sat facing him. "Have you got a special guy in your life that's making you smile like that?"

"Might do," Blaine said, grinning. He picked up one of Kurt's books and studied the synopsis on the back, wrinkling his nose. "Wow, no wonder you're always so tense, this is confusing stuff."

"It's not awful," Kurt said. "So are you going to tell me about this guy or are you just going to sit there changing the subject."

"The guy in my life that keeps me smiling?" Blaine asked. "Oh, he's nothing special. He dresses dummies for a living."

"Sounds ambitious."

"He is," Blaine nodded. "He's got a good body and the face of an angel, though I know from experience that he's got an obscene mouth."

Kurt blushed and fidgeted with his pen.

"He's also the love of my life and the person I want forever with," Blaine said, then leaned across the table and kissed him. Kurt's heart stuttered in his chest. "But enough about you," he said, once he'd sat back. "I got a job."

"Aw, that's great! Where?"

"Promise you won't laugh?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "You didn't get a job stripping or something, right?"

"What?" Blaine asked. "No! What the hell?"

"Nevermind," Kurt said, with a smile. "Tell me, I won't laugh. Much."

"Say hello to the new pizza delivery guy at Eugene's Pizza Place! Eugene is a middle-aged crossdresser from Texas and he likes Abba a little too much, but he's okay and it's still a job, right?"

Kurt chuckled. "That's great," he told Blaine. "Well, not the Abba thing, but it's great that you've got a job. Proud of you, babe."

"Thanks!" Blaine said, happily. "So, how was your day?" he asked him. "How'd the dummy dressing go?"

"It was okay, nothing too awful," Kurt said. "I've been trying to get this paper finished most of the day. I just got it done, right before you got home. It's been hell, I tell you. I was thinking you could help make it all better." Kurt smiled and raised his eyebrows, hopefully.

Blaine's eyes darkened and he stood up and offered Kurt his hand.

"I think I can manage that," he told him, smiling secretively.

Kurt took his hand and allowed him to pull him into the bedroom. They made out on the bed for a long time, before Kurt pulled back.

"I'm making out with the pizza boy," he told Blaine.

Blaine laughed and pushed him back again.

"Resisting the urge to make a sausage joke," Blaine told him, "but the pizza boy's about to do a lot more than make out with you."

Kurt made a soft growling sound, before pulling him on top of him and kissing him until Blaine pulled his mouth away to put it to better use.

"Blaine," Kurt panted, his fingers in Blaine's hair.

Blaine looked up at him through dilated eyes and hummed around his cock. "Huh?"

Kurt smiled slowly. "I think I like the new pizza boy—correction: I am totally, head over heels in love with the new pizza boy."

"The new pizza boy loves you back," Blaine told him, then bent his head and Kurt stifled his moan with a pillow.