I know that I'm not perfect, but I keep trying,
'Cause that's what I said I would do from the start,
I'm not alive if I'm lonely, so please don't leave,
Was it something I said or just my personality?

When you're caught in a lie and you've got nothing to hide,
When you've got nowhere to run and you've got nothing inside,
It tears right through me, you thought that you knew me,
You thought that you knew.

Chapter 4:

"He'll be back later," Santana assured Blaine. Sebastian hadn't answered the door when they had knocked and Blaine felt his stomach knotting again, because the longer the bracelet remained missing, the less chance he had of getting it back and his wrist felt bare, like he'd lost a part of himself. "Just act natural and he won't suspect a thing and you'll have it back on your hand before he even notices."

"You really think he won't notice?" Blaine asked, chewing worriedly on his bottom lip.

"Please," Santana said. "Hummel is always either too busy looking at his hair, or too busy looking at you like you invented tacos to notice anything else."

"Kurt doesn't like tacos," Blaine added, nervously.

"Holy shit, Anderson," she shook her head. "You're a lost cause."

Blaine and Santana walked through the door and Kurt looked up. Santana was kicking her shoes off and Blaine took his jacket off, then turned to look at Kurt. His expression changed to one of worry and he said, "Are you okay?"

Kurt sighed quietly, then looked at Santana. "Santana, can I have a minute with Blaine?" he asked, calmly.

"You can have all the minutes with Blaine you want, Hummel," she told him. "It's not like he ever goes anywhere."

Kurt gave her a nod and she disappeared into her bedroom. He stood up and looked at Blaine, who looked guilty and Kurt's stomach sank for the hundredth time that day, because that look only confirmed what he had been thinking.

"I know what this is about," Blaine told him, voice breaking a little.

"You do?"

He nodded and looked down at his feet. "The bracelet," he said and Kurt's breath caught in his chest.

"So, it's true."

Blaine sighed, defeated. "Kurt, I just.. I don't know how it happened. I'm sorry. I don't even know how I can make it right again, I don't think there is a way."

Kurt fell back down into the chair and looked down at his lap. Blaine didn't even want to try and fix them. "You don't think there's a way," Kurt repeated, feeling winded. "Do you even want it back? The bracelet?"

Blaine moved forward and sat facing Kurt. He looked worried, his face twisted in concern. "Of course I want it back. Why would you even ask that question?"

Kurt simply reached into his pocket and held it out for Blaine to take, unsure if just what that meant. Blaine looked up and his eyes widened and his mouth fell open.

"Where did you find it?" he asked, taking the bracelet and wrapping it back around his wrist. "God, Kurt, I looked everywhere.."

"Sebastian returned it," Kurt told him, quietly. "'Said he found it by his bed."

"By his bed?" Blaine asked as he clasped the bracelet shut, a small smile on his lips. "How the hell did it get there?"

Kurt said nothing, just stared at him like he was nuts. Blaine didn't say anything either, so Kurt spoke again, "I would have thought the answer to that was pretty obvious."

"Huh?" Blaine asked, looking confused, then it seemed to dawn on him. "Wait," he said, copper eyes going wide. "You don't think I.. Kurt. You.. You think I slept with him?"

Kurt shut his eyes tightly and Blaine saw him taking a deep breath and all he wanted to do was move forward and take him in his arms and assure him that whatever he was thinking could not have been further from the truth, but he saw something in Kurt's body language that told him not to, that told him that if he tried to touch him, he would probably flinch away and Blaine wouldn't be able to bear that.

"Kurt," he said, weakly.

Kurt opened his eyes looked down at the ground, exhaled, then raised his blue eyes to look at Blaine, directly. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you do it?" he asked. "What happened between us that you had to go to another guy for sex, Blaine?"

Blaine let his jaw drop, his eyes widening. "Are you serious?" he asked, incredulously. "Kurt, I didn't—"

"You came in here looking guilty," Kurt pointed out. "Then you told me there was no way to fix it and that you didn't know how it had happened and now you're denying it?"

Blaine sat forward and ran a hand through his hair. "We're not on the same page at all here," he breathed. "I was talking about losing my bracelet. I looked every where and I thought you knew. I thought you'd figured out that I'd lost it and that you were mad because you thought I'd taken it off. I wasn't looking like that and acting like that because I cheated on you with Sebastian."

Kurt looked at him, his face falling slightly, like he really wanted to believe him, but couldn't bring himself to do it, didn't know how. "How did it wind up on his bedroom floor, Blaine?" Kurt asked. "I'm trying here, okay? I'm trying to understand. I'm trying to believe you, but it makes it really fucking hard when all this evidence is right in front of us."

"What evidence?" Blaine asked, a little louder this time. "Honestly, where is this evidence, Kurt?" He could feel his insides shaking, his voice getting even louder with panic. "How do you know he even found it there? Hmm? How can you be so sure? How can you believe him over me?"

Kurt folded his arms and gave him a look of disgust.

"I didn't cheat on you, okay?" Blaine semi-shouted. "I wouldn't touch Sebastian! Not if he was the last guy on the fucking planet!"

"Yeah, it seems like it," Kurt laughed, cruelly, but Blaine could tell his heart wasn't in it.

"What the fuck do you want me to do to prove to you that you're the only one?" Blaine groaned. "Do you want me to have your name tattooed all over my body? Would that make you happy? People would know I was yours then and wouldn't come near me. Is that what you want? Because I'll—"

"Shut up, Blaine," Kurt said, sounding tired. "Just.. Just stop."

Blaine sat back in the chair and took a few deep, steady breaths to calm himself down. He wasn't mad at Kurt, not really. Sure, he was a little hurt that he didn't trust him, but he understood why. He was more afraid of what was going to happen than anything else.

"So, what's the plan here?" he asked, quietly. "Do you.. Are we..?"

"I don't know," Kurt said, softly. "I just need to think. I can't think right now, but I just.. I need to think."

They were quiet for a long time, Blaine's heart twisting painfully in his chest, then he spoke. "Kurt," he uttered. "Look, I didn't sleep with him. I didn't. I wouldn't. You're the only one for me. I don't know how this got on his bedroom floor," he said, twisting the bracelet around his wrist. "I don't know how it came off, but I do know that I can't lose you. I can't not be with you, Kurt."

Kurt gave him a sad expression, then opened his mouth and a quiet sob escaped his lips. "You're going to have to try," he told Blaine, then stood up and went into their bedroom, before closing the door behind him.

Santana's bedroom door opened seconds later and she poked her head outside. "Hey," she said, coming out. Blaine sighed in response. "Does he think you..?"

Blaine nodded. "With Sebastian," he clarified. "Seriously. Sebastian."

Santana sat down, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. "I don't know how to tell you this, Anderson," she said, gravely. "But you disappeared for a while last night and so did Smythe. I thought you must have come home, until I saw you appearing out of nowhere and throwing yourself down on the couch." Blaine looked up at her, eyes wide, his heart hammering harder in his chest."Do you remember where you went?" she asked, quietly. He tried to think, tried desperately to recall the events from the previous night, but nothing would come. He shook his head, unable to emit words. "Crap," Santana said. "That means—"

"I wouldn't have," Blaine shook his head. "Santana, I wouldn't."

She sighed. "You were pretty out of it, Anderson."

"Even still," he shook his head again. "Even the drunk me knows I have Kurt and that I don't need anyone else."

"He's pretty persuasive, Blaine," she argued. "He could have easily talked you around—"

"I should talk to him," Blaine stood up. "Sebastian, I mean. Find out—"

"No," Kurt said, coming out of their bedroom.

"Kurt—"

"Because I'm going to talk to him," he said, ignoring Blaine, his eyes looking straight ahead. "Stay here, both of you."

"Hummel, come o—"

"Santana," Kurt said, voice breaking slightly. "Please, just do as I'm asking."

She sighed. "Fine, Hummel. Fine."

Sebastian opened the door, that permanent smirk still on his face. "Evening, princess," he said. "What can I do for you?" Kurt pushed his way inside and Sebastian shut the door. "What happened? Anderson told you how hot I am between the sheets and you decided to come find out how true it is? Sorry, you're not my type—"

"Shut your mouth, Sebastian," Kurt snapped. "You and I need to have a little chat."

Sebastian tilted his chin upwards a little.

"Now, I trust my boyfriend," Kurt began. "And he says nothing happened here last night. I don't know what your plan is, Sebastian. Maybe you think we'll break up and you'll have a chance with him, which you don't. Even if we did break up, he could do a million times better than you."

"That's not what he was saying last night—"

"Yeah, last night," Kurt nodded. "You didn't give me very much information about last night," he said, taking a seat on Sebastian's grubby couch, mentally cringing because those jeans were expensive and who knew what Sebastian had on that couch? "So, tell me. I want to hear all the sordid, little details. Everything. I want a detailed description of what you guys did."

"I don't think you want that—"

"Tell me," Kurt demanded. "Did he bottom or top? What did he say during it all? How did he kiss you?"

Sebastian glared at him.

"No answers?" Kurt asked. "Gosh, I would have thought you'd be able to answer those easily. Blaine isn't that easy to forget, Sebastian, though who knows how many other guys' boyfriends you screwed last night?"

Sebastian didn't say anything, simply leaned back against the wall and watched Kurt.

"See, that's what I'm talking about," Kurt smiled. "None of this adds up. So, tell me, how did you manage to get the bracelet off him? Did you throw your drink over his arm? What happened?"

"I've got somewhere I need to be—"

"I'm not leaving until I know the truth," Kurt said, firmly. "So, you may as well just come clean, or I'm camping out on your couch for the night."

Sebastian moved away from the pale green wall and crossed the floor, his back straight. He went and sat down on the other end of the sofa and looked at Kurt, his eyes narrowed. Kurt kept his jaw set, eyes locked on Sebastian, waiting for some sort of response, but none came.

"Guess I'm here for the night," Kurt said, sitting back in his seat, his muscles going rigid, because, really, Sebastian needed a new sofa.

"You said you trusted him," Sebastian said, finally.

"I do."

"I don't think that's entirely true," he smiled. "Otherwise you wouldn't be here asking me about it, now would you?"

"You're not grasping the concept here, Smythe," Kurt said, sitting up straight. "I know nothing happened here last night. I just want you to admit it."

"Why?" Sebastian chuckled. "Isn't it enough that Blaine told you nothing happened?" Kurt said nothing. "No?" Sebastian raised his eyebrows. "Could that be because you don't really believe him? You need some reassurance?"

Kurt knew. He knew that Blaine hadn't done a thing with Sebastian. He had panicked when Sebastian had returned the bracelet, panicked when Blaine had come home looking as if he had a huge secret. He felt guilty for that and he would make it up to him, but now he just needed Sebastian to admit it, or he would hold it over them forever.

"I don't need reassurance, you asshole," Kurt spat out. "I want you to prove to me that you slept with my boyfriend last night. You don't get to go around saying things and then just take them back like they never happened. So, now's your chance. Prove to me you're not a liar. I'm listening."

"What do you want from me, here?" Sebastian asked, looking amused. "If I'd known there was an exam afterwards, I would have recorded it and studied it."

Kurt shook his head. "I've known Blaine for over two years, Sebastian and I started sleeping with him about two months after I met him—"

"Two months? He's known me for less than—"

"And I've been sleeping with him almost every day since then," Kurt said over Sebastian. "So, I think there is probably little I don't know about Blaine, certainly with regards to sex. Tell me something, anything at all that will prove to me that what you say happened did."

Sebastian stared back at him for a long time, their eyes locked, ocean blue and sea green. Then Sebastian smiled, slowly and said, "Your boyfriend's a screamer."

"Lucky guess," Kurt shrugged, unphased. "Bottom or top?"

"Top."

"Bottom," Kurt shook his head. "Blaine bottoms." It was a lie. He wanted to see Sebastian wavering, wanted to see his face, wanted to end this before it got out of hand.

"Blaine told me you guys take turns."

"Trick question." Kurt didn't flinch. "Got any hickeys, Sebastian?" Sebastian wrinkled his nose up and looked at Kurt quizzically. "No? Well, then," he smiled, standing up. "I don't know whose boyfriend you had in your bed last night, but it wasn't mine. Guess I'll be going."

"Okay, you know what? Fine," Sebastian said, standing up, too. "Fine, Hummel, I didn't sleep with Blaine last night, but that doesn't mean it won't happen. You don't trust him, doesn't matter what you're trying to make yourself believe. If you trusted him, him telling you it didn't happen would have been enough."

Kurt frowned. "Blaine was too drunk to stand up last night and you've been trying to get him to go to bed with you since you met him, according to Santana," Kurt told him. "It's not a matter of trusting him, Sebastian, it's a matter of trusting you not to take advantage of him while he's too out of it to think straight." Sebastian's smirk had dissipated. "So, please," Kurt went on. "Find someone else's boyfriend to pursue, or better still, find your own. Mine's off limits."

Kurt walked through the door and Blaine stood up quickly, eyes studying him, trying to get some kind of clue as to what had happened with Sebastian. He didn't look at him, just stopped by the door and closed his eyes.

"Kurt," Blaine found himself whispering, quietly.

Kurt's blue eyes were on him, then, causing Blaine's heart to skip a little, his breath catching in his chest. It didn't matter how much time had passed, or what the circumstances were, when Kurt looked at him, he never failed to make him feel like that, so in love that it was physically painful, but in the best possible way.

"I made you think I don't trust you," Kurt said, simply.

Blaine blinked. "I get why you wouldn't," he said. There was silence for a couple of breaths, then Blaine said, "Can we talk?"

Kurt nodded and walked closer, walked with that same grace he always moved with. He walked past Blaine and sat down on the sofa, then looked up at him. Blaine sat down near him and looked at him.

"What Santana said about you and him disappearing.."

"You heard that?"

"I'm not stupid, Blaine," Kurt said.

"I don't think you're stupid," Blaine assured him. "I.. I don't remember last night. I don't remember where I went, I don't remember much other than trying to punch him and Santana pulling me off. After that, it's a blur. I remember climbing in next to you and that's it. Kurt," he said, sitting forward and looking right into Kurt's blue, blue eyes. "I don't remember, but I don't have to remember to know that I wouldn't ever cheat on you, not with anyone, especially not him. You're everything to me. Hell, you're all I've got left. I won't let you go, not unless you want me to, but I know you love me and I love you and there isn't anyone or anything anywhere in the world that would make me jeopardise what you and I have."

Blaine took a chance, he reached across with a shaking hand and placed it down over Kurt's hand, knowing he was risking him pulling away. He didn't pull away. He turned his hand over under Blaine's and entwined their fingers together. They fit perfectly, they always had.

"I need you to know that I don't doubt you," Kurt told him. "I need you to understand. I panicked, Blaine. I panicked and he had the bracelet—the bracelet of all things, Blaine. These things are.. They're what.."

"I know," Blaine said, softly. "They're just part of us, I guess."

"Right," Kurt nodded. "And when I saw him holding it.. Blaine, we never take these off. I panicked, I lost it, everything felt wrong. I know you wouldn't do that to me, I know that now, I knew it then. I just.. It took me by surprise and then you came home looking like you were hiding something huge and something inside me clicked and I thought.. Well, you know what I thought, but honestly, I know you didn't. I knew the moment he implied it, I just got scared."

"It's okay," Blaine nodded.

"It's not," Kurt said. "It's not okay, Blaine. I just need to explain."

Blaine gave him another nod. He didn't need any sort of explanation, it was enough that Kurt knew the truth, that he still loved him, still wanted him. Kurt having a moment of weakness didn't hurt him, not now.

"I always act as if I'm better than everyone—"

"Well, that's because you are," Blaine pointed out and Kurt gave him a smile.

"I get afraid, Blaine," he said. "I wasn't afraid of losing you to another guy before, not when we were in Ohio, but out here.."

"You're not going to lose me," Blaine told him, truthfully. "Not now, not ever." Kurt blushed slightly and looked down at his combat boots. Blaine tilted his chin back up. "Hey," he said. "It's okay. We're all allowed to have moments of insecurity, even Kurt Hummel," he said with a grin and Kurt chuckled a little. "You don't have to explain anything to me," Blaine told him. "I get it, Kurt. When you and I started, I was cheating on Quinn with you. It's okay that you doubted me for a second, it happens. The important thing is that you know the truth now."

Kurt nodded. "I didn't doubt you, though. Not really. I just panicked."

"Right," Blaine said. "Well, then, it's not important. We're fine."

Kurt sighed with relief and fell back against the cushions as if the air had been knocked out of him. He shut his eyes, his fingers still curled around Blaine's. Blaine inched closer, until their thighs were touching and then Kurt opened his eyes and looked at him. He smiled and Blaine smiled back, because when Kurt Hummel smiled at you there really weren't any other options but to smile in response.

"I love you," Blaine told him, insides swimming.

"I love you, too," Kurt exhaled. "God, I do. I love you, don't ever think that I don't."

"You've never given me reason to believe otherwise, I promise," Blaine smiled. "Me, on the other hand—"

"No," Kurt said, quickly. "No, don't. You we're confused back then. You've been showing me you love me for a long time. I promise from the moment you said it, i never doubted it once. Don't say that about yourself."

Blaine sighed, contentedly. "What would I do without you?"

"You'd be taking care of Quinn and Puck's baby," Kurt teased and Blaine laughed.

"Probably," he said, realising Kurt was right.

"Nah, you would have figured it out, y'know, eventually."

"I wouldn't bet on it," Blaine chuckled, then leaned closer and Kurt's blue eyes were wide and so close to his own eyes that he wanted to fall into those blue pools and stay there forever, because this was what it felt like to be home.

"Just do it," Kurt grinned. "You keep almost doing it, then you stop yourself, like I'm going to push you away. I'm not. I never will."

"Okay," Blaine uttered, then pressed his lips to Kurt's. Kurt closed his eyes and fell apart against his body and Blaine smiled against his lips, because he loved that, loved that he could do that to him, loved that he could still do that to him after all this time.

"Feel better now?" Kurt asked in a low whisper, his pink lips upturned.

"Always," Blaine said, leaning down for another kiss.

"Me, too," Kurt told him and Blaine swallowed his words.

"You weren't kidding," Blaine said, looking down at Kurt through half-lidded eyes. "This really fucking hurts."

"Of course it hurts," Kurt grinned. "You're sitting on my—"

"Do not!" Blaine choked out. "Don't say it. Don't. I can't handle you talking dirty, not now."

Kurt laughed and Blaine groaned. He had insisted on bottoming from the top, because Kurt had done it on their anniversary and besides that, he wanted to know what it was like. Kurt had agreed to it because he had seemed so enthusiastic, but he knew he would complain about the pain to no end.

"You're never going to move, are you?" Kurt asked, resting one hand down on Blaine's thigh. "You're just going to stay there telling me to wait and then you'll give up. Blaine, it's fine if you can't do it, honestly—Oh my God."

Kurt stopped speaking because Blaine lifted himself up, then pushed himself down, groaning as he went. He did it again, even though it was clearly painful for him, obviously trying to prove something.

"Will you stop?" Kurt asked, even though stopping was the last thing he wanted Blaine to do. "You're going to hurt yourself."

"I won't," Blaine grunted. "I'll—I'll get used to it."

"Then at least go slowly," Kurt pleaded. "Come on, I can't let you do this." He began pushing himself up and Blaine stopped moving.

"Okay, okay, fine, just don't go anywhere," he said, stopping entirely.

Kurt sat back against the pillows he was propped up on. "Okay," he nodded and placed his hands on either of Blaine's hips. "I've got you." Blaine gave him a nod, a nod that meant 'I trust you' and Kurt lifted his hips slightly, then dropped them slowly back down, giving Blaine a slow nod.

He repeated the motion a few times until it got easier and Blaine was able to do it by himself without crying out too much. He still looked as if he was in pain and after a few more aching moans, Kurt held him still, then flipped him over so that he was on his back. Blaine tried to protest, but Kurt just lifted his leg and slipped back inside him without much difficulty.

"I won't hurt you," he told Blaine as he found a rhythm. It was easier this time. Blaine flung his head back and caught Kurt's hand in his own, both of their skins hot and wet. Blaine was cursing quietly, so Kurt moved closer and pressed Blaine's head to the crook of his neck, wrapped him up in his arms and fucked him slowly and carefully, hips stuttering every so often, instinctively. Blaine was murmuring against Kurt's body and eventually, he was sucking the skin on his neck into his mouth and Kurt smiled, because he liked when Blaine did that to him. He did it a lot (which was why he'd asked Sebastian about that), but sometimes—like this time, for example—it was contrived, done on purpose and that was the way Kurt liked it best, when Blaine was marking him for a reason.

"I love you," Kurt muttered as his hips stammered forward, closing himself up inside Blaine's heat. Blaine muttered something that resembled 'I love you, too,' and Kurt felt the orgasm building, felt it coming. He eased himself out of Blaine just before it happened and he was coming on both of their chests and Blaine was groaning against Kurt's shoulder. Kurt was stroking his hair absently and when he was completely spent, he fell down on top of him and just breathed.

Blaine whimpered a little after a while and Kurt remembered he hadn't touched Blaine since before they'd had sex.

"Oh, God," he whispered, pushing himself up, body feeling heavy. "I'm so sorry. I've got you."

He reached down and took Blaine's erection in his hand and gave it the lightest squeeze and Blaine's body convulsed. Kurt shushed him and gave it two slow strokes, before letting go and climbing down his boyfriend's body. He took his cock in his hand again and swiped his tongue across the head, sending foul words out of Blaine's mouth. Kurt chuckled and Blaine's legs twisted.

"Relax," Kurt whispered, before licking a wet line along the underside of his dick. He did this twice, his hand reaching underneath to cup his balls. He gave them a gentle squeeze and Blaine was keening.

"Kurt, please," he exhaled. "Please, baby."

"What?"

"What?" Blaine exclaimed, weakly. "Oh-my-god-will-you-just-suck-me-now-please?"

Kurt laughed again, then sunk his mouth down over Blaine's cock, until he couldn't fit any more. He sucked on it, his tongue tracing patterns over the skin and Blaine was making some sinful noises. Kurt stroked his hip, trying to calm him down, but it was no use. He pulled his mouth off, just to test Blaine's reaction. He was given a set of deep golden eyes, full of accusation staring down at him in response.

"Sorry," he smiled and took him in his mouth again, his lips stretched around Blaine. He worked his mouth down over it for a long time, until Blaine was clasping the bed clothes beneath his fingers and Kurt knew he was close. "Come on," he whispered, removing his mouth momentarily. "I've got you."

"Kurt," Blaine groaned. "I'm gonna—"

"I know," Kurt said, then took his pulsating erection into his mouth again. He hummed a little and that was all it took. Blaine was coming hot and fast inside his mouth and Kurt continued to suck on him, swallowing it down, like he had done so many times before. It wasn't long before Blaine had stopped moving and Kurt took his mouth off of his softening cock and crawled up next to him.

"Love you," Blaine whispered, eyes opening slightly.

"Love you more."

"So, what happened?"

Kurt shrugged, then remembered Blaine couldn't see him in the dark. "I tested him."

"Tested him," Blaine repeated, snuggling in closer. "How so?"

Kurt pressed a butterfly kiss to Blaine's forehead. "I asked him for details," he said. "And when he couldn't get you right, I called him out on it."

"You're perfect."

"I wish."

"You are," Blaine told him and even though it was pitch dark, Kurt could feel those amazing eyes on him. He smiled.

"Well, so long as I'm perfect in your eyes, I guess it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks," he told him.

Blaine hummed his approval, then said, "Did he admit it?"

"Yeah," Kurt told him. "Why? Were you doubting yourself?

"No," Blaine said, instantly and Kurt smiled again, because that was good. "I just wanted you to know the truth."

"I already knew the truth," Kurt told him, truthfully. He couldn't deny that he'd panicked, but he hadn't ever really thought that Blaine had slept with Sebastian, not truthfully.

"I don't know what happened last night," Blaine said, solemnly. "But I know I didn't do anything with him, or anybody else. It's only you. It'll always only be you."

"Same for me," Kurt assured him, tightening his grip on his hand. "From now on, we talk about it if there's something wrong, right?"

"Absolutely," Blaine said, pressing a tiny, open-mouthed kiss to Kurt's pale shoulder. "Kurt, how did my bracelet end up off?"

"God knows," Kurt said, closing his eyes as he reached down for Blaine's left hand. He tugged gently on the small, silver links. "Maybe the clasp is loose. We'll figure it out tomorrow, don't worry about it."

Blaine nodded and sighed, quietly. "Are you busy tomorrow?"

"I've got Colton from ten until eleven thirty or so, but other than that—"

"You're all mine?" Blaine asked and Kurt could hear the smirk in his voice.

"I'm all yours at all times anyway," he smiled. "But basically, yes. All yours."

Blaine yawned. "What do you wanna do?"

Kurt kissed his lips once. "I recorded the Brady Bunch movies last night," he told Blaine, amusedly. "We could watch those."

"We don't have to."

"I'd like to," Kurt told him. "I'd like to just have a day doing nothing with you beside me. We can get rid of Santana, order in or something."

"You're sure?"

"Definitely."

"Okay," Blaine smiled against Kurt's skin. He yawned again.

"Get some sleep, gorgeous," Kurt smiled and moved closer still.

"I thought I'd lost you for good," Blaine whispered, sadly.

Kurt's heart twisted in his chest and he held Blaine tighter, wanting to close him up in his arms and make him see that he wasn't about to let him go. "You'll never lose me for good," he told him. "No matter what, I'll always be yours. I told you that before and I meant it. Always yours."

"Me, too," Blaine smiled again. "Nighty night, pretty boy."

Kurt snorted, quietly, but fell asleep listening to sound of the boy he loved more than anything in the world drifting off to sleep in his arms.

The next morning, at around 10.15AM, Blaine was eating cereal at the kitchen table, while Kurt and Colton sat on the sofa, Kurt helping Colton with something. Blaine was half-watching them. He liked watching Kurt, liked to watch the way he moved, the way his body moved with a certain fluidity, in a way that no one else's did.

Colton was also an interesting specimen. He didn't say much and when he did, he spoke very quietly. He flushed like he was having an allergic reaction every time Kurt smiled at him and Blaine chuckled to himself, because despite the fact that another guy was sitting inches from his boyfriend and crushing hard on him, it was sort of amusing, how Colton reacted to Kurt.

"The sound of sex coming from your room last night was glorious," Santana said, coming out of her room in her pyjamas. Her hair was standing up in some areas and she was still half asleep. Colton looked up in surprise at her, his dark eyes wide. "Seriously, you guys making up is freaking great. I wouldn't be able to deal with the tension, because—Anderson, hand me a bowl—because you two are always so busy drooling over each other that it just wouldn't be the same, you know? I mean, I feel like vomiting every time you look at one another, but hey, what can I say? I'm a romantic."

"Morning, Santana," Blaine smiled, pushing the milk towards her.

"Who's the douche?" she asked, gesturing across at Colton, who was still staring at her, mouth hanging open.

"This is Colton," Kurt muttered. "Colton, meet Santana." Colton didn't budge.

"Santana, you're intimidating Kurt's student," Blaine said, stifling a grin.

"Student?" she asked, then turned around to look at Colton, who dropped his gaze instantly. "Oh, you must be the kid in the closet."

"Santana!" both Kurt and Blaine said.

She shrugged. "Oh, shut the hell up," she said. "Colton, don't get all embarrassed, 'kay? We're all gay here." Blaine frowned at her across the table. "What?" she asked, clueless. "It's not offensive if we're all gay, it's witty banter."

"It's a little offensive," Kurt pointed out.

"Okay, fine," she sighed. "Colton, I'm sorry that you're in the closet, okay? I hope one day you'll find it in you to fly free as a bird." She looked from Kurt to Blaine. "Happy?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and Blaine shook his head. "Colton, she's not being mean, I promise," Blaine assured him, because he knew what it was like to be called out about being gay. Santana hadn't meant any harm, it was just how she was. "She's just got no filter."

"So, are you going to fill me in on the Blue's Clues news?" she asked, shoving a spoonful of cereal in her mouth. "I mean, you didn't sleep with him, right?"

Blaine widened his eyes, trying to signal to her that Colton didn't need to hear this conversation, but she wasn't really paying attention. "Of course I didn't."

"Fab," she said, mouth full. "So, what are you guys up to today?"

"We—"

"Actually, Santana," Kurt said, looking across at her. "We were planning on staying home all day and watching Blaine's Brady Bunch movies." Blaine smiled. "You're welcome to join us, I guess."

"No way," she said. "You guys are ridiculously married for an unmarried couple. You put me off my breakfast, seriously. My milk's gone sour." She grimaced down into the bowl, but continued eating anyway.

Kurt gave Blaine an enthusiastic grin, which he returned, then looked back down at the books. Colton looked uncomfortable. He always looked uncomfortable, but he looked extra uncomfortable sitting there. Blaine frowned, because Colton really needed a friend.

After a long time, Santana went to her room to change and Kurt and Colton were packing away the books. Blaine finished cleaning the dishes, then turned and watched them for a few moments, then said, "Hey, Colton." Colton looked up at him, looking like a rabbit caught in headlights. Kurt continued stacking his books. "Do you want a coffee, or anything? I mean, you've been here for hours and I just thought you might like something to drink."

Colton shook his head instantly. "No, thanks."

Kurt looked up at Blaine, wrinkling the bridge of his nose slightly and Blaine gave him a half shrug. Colton stood up quickly, his movements sloppy and awkward. Kurt handed him a book and smiled.

"I'll see you on Monday, Colton," Kurt said.

Colton blushed a bright shade of red, dropped his gaze to his feet, mumbled a goodbye, then walked to the door. He glanced back around, his eyes going to Blaine first, then to Kurt. They lingered there a moment, Kurt not even paying attention, then he opened the door and walked outside.

"He totally gets off on the teacher/student thing," Blaine said, smiling a bit. Kurt spluttered. "He does, I swear. He was practically drooling."

"He's just quiet," Kurt protested.

"He thinks you're God's gift to man."

"Are you implying that I'm not?" Kurt smirked, one eyebrow cocked.

Blaine grinned. "You're God's gift to me."

"Cheese ball," Kurt smiled.

"You're going to make him think he has a chance," Blaine said, drying his hands with a tea towel.

"The kid's terrified of everything, Blaine," Kurt told him. "I hit my leg against his by mistake sometimes and he stiffens, freezes up like a snowman."

"I bet if you slipped a hand down his corduroy pants by mistake some time, something would definitely stiffen."

"Well, let's not find out, okay?"

"Let's not," Blaine smiled. "But I bet he wears super hero underpants," he teased.

"I'm going to pretend you're not thinking about another guy's underwear," Kurt smiled, walking towards their bedroom. He gave Blaine a small peck on the lips, then walked to the bedroom door. "I'm going to change, then I'm going to go buy popcorn, or whatever and when Santana leaves, we can just lock the door and get naked, or whatever you want."

"Get naked?" Blaine scoffed, slightly. Kurt rolled his eyes and gave him a bright smile.

"Sure," he shrugged one broad shoulder. "Where's the fun in having the place to ourselves if we can't just walk around butt naked?"

"Cindy Brady scares me like you wouldn't even believe," Blaine said, his head on Kurt's shoulder. They hadn't gotten naked, in the end, only pulled on sweats and comfortable clothes. "I mean, seriously. She's creepy."

"Cindy?" Kurt asked. "Are you kidding? Jan is a psycho. She's going to end up serving a life sentence for multiple homicides." Blaine chuckled and grabbed the almost-empty bowl from Kurt. He took a handful of popcorn and shoved it in his mouth. "You're going to choke."

"I've—"

"No blow job jokes," Kurt warned with a smile. He grabbed the now-empty bowl from Blaine. "I'll go make more."

"It's fine," Blaine said, leaning heavier on Kurt. "Unless you want it, but I'm rather comfortable right now."

Kurt slid his body out from beneath Blaine's and Blaine plopped down onto the couch. He looked up at Kurt and pouted. Kurt was smiling.

"I'm kidding," he said, reaching out and pushing Blaine back up. He sat back and pulled Blaine into his arms, closer this time. "I wouldn't let you fall."

Blaine smiled up at Kurt. "You let me fall every day."

"In love with me, I know," Kurt said, before Blaine could finish.

"God," he exhaled. "I'm so predictable."

"Not always," Kurt assured him, pressing a cool kiss to his temple. "You do catch me by surprise every now and then." Blaine felt him smiling against his head. He tilted his neck around until he could kiss Kurt's lips with his own.

"You love me," Blaine whispered, breath catching in his chest.

"You love me, too," Kurt whispered back and from the look on his face, Blaine knew his breath had caught in his chest, too and everything felt right.

"I'll only be a couple of hours," Kurt told Blaine and Santana, who were playing Super Mario Galaxy 2 on the couch. Santana was shouting at Blaine to 'get the mother fucking starbits, Anderson!' "Are you guys even listening?"

"Hmm?" Blaine said, then turned and looked at Kurt. Santana shrieked and Blaine handed her the Wii remote. He stood up. "Sorry, where did you say you were going?"

"Shopping."

"I'll come—"

"That won't be fun for either of us and you know it," Kurt smiled, taking Blaine's outstretched hand. The last time he and Blaine had gone shopping together had ended with Blaine getting frustrated and Kurt rolling his eyes a lot. They'd had a very, very brief 'fight' after that, which had lasted about 10-15 minutes, but it still hadn't been pleasant. "Honestly, stay and make sure Santana doesn't throw our TV out the window and I'll be back soon. Oh! And if Colton stops by, just give him those," Kurt said, gesturing to the pages piled up on the kitchen table. Colton had forgotten his notes and had said he might stop by.

"Okay," Blaine nodded. "I'll see you later."

"Okay," Kurt said, tugging him forward for a brief kiss. He pulled back and Blaine's warm, honey eyes were bright. "Love you."

"Love you, too, pretty boy."

Kurt's skin danced at that, the way it did every time Blaine called him pretty boy. It never got old, not ever. He gave him a smile, then let his hand go and turned around, then headed out the door.

"Get the door, Anderson!" Santana shouted. "You're distracting me anyway. Seriously, I would have finished this galaxy an hour ago if you hadn't been squeezing my arm so fucking hard."

Blaine got up and walked backwards to the door, eyes still locked on the screen. He watched as Mario fell to his death for the billionth time. He groaned and turned around to get the door. When he got it open, he found Colton standing there, wearing a red and white, striped, long-sleeved shirt. He looked like Waldo.

"Oh, hey, Colton."

"Is Kurt in?" Colton asked, timidly, dark eyes darting around.

"Uh, no, he went shopping," Blaine said, standing back to allow Colton inside. He shut the door after him. "He left these here for you," Blaine said, grabbing the papers from the table.

When Blaine turned around, he saw that Colton was watching the TV screen intently. Blaine walked up next to him.

"I finished this game twice," Colton said. "You're doing the wrong jump," he told Santana. It was the most Blaine had ever heard him say. Santana paused the game and turned around to glare at Colton.

"Uh," Blaine said, hoping Santana wouldn't insult him, or something. Colton seemed harmless, he just needed to find his place in the world. "Maybe you could help us with the jump, or whatever, Colton."

Colton was silent for a while, then simply nodded. He reached out for the remote and Santana handed it to him. "Here you go, shy guy." She smiled to herself, realising she'd made a pun.

Colton took it, clicked resume, then made the jump with no problem whatsoever.

"Huh," Blaine smiled.

"Is that it?" Santana spat out.

"Santana," Blaine said. "Thanks, Colton."

Colton looked at him, those dark eyes of his turning to meet Blaine's eyes directly for the first time. They were cold, almost pitch black and made Blaine's skin prickle all over.

"You owe me," he told Blaine, before taking the pages from him and turning away from him. He walked out the door without another word. Blaine stood there for a couple of heart beats, then went and sat down.

"I don't like that kid," Santana said, eyes still on the TV screen. "There's something off about him."

Blaine only nodded, because, for once, he couldn't disagree with her.