She got the call today, one out of the gray,
And when the smoke cleared, it took her breath away.

She said she didn't believe it could happen to me,
I guess, we're all one phone call from our knees,
We're gonna get there soon.

And don't apologize for all the tears you've cried,
You've been way too strong now for all your life.

Chapter 6:

"So, uh, Kurt's running a little late," Blaine said, forcing a smile. "Can I get you anything? Tea? Coffee? Soda?"

"Milk."

Blaine looked at him blankly for a moment. "Milk," he repeated slowly. "Uh, yeah, okay. Milk..it is. We've only got the low fat stuff, which annoys Santana all the time, but Kurt insists on—"

"Whatever you have is fine."

Blaine blinked at him, then nodded and went into the kitchen. He pulled the refrigerator door open and took the milk from the shelf, then closed it. He grabbed a glass and filled it, then placed it down on the kitchen table. Colton sat down and took the glass in his hands, then just stared down at it. Blaine put the milk back in the fridge, grabbed a can of soda, then went and sat facing him.

"So, uh, how's your day?" Blaine asked, wishing Kurt would hurry up. Blaine didn't care how Colton's day was and Colton knew it. "Okay," Blaine said, quietly, once Colton didn't reply. "Um, look. I'm not even sure what the purpose of this is. I just know that Kurt wanted us to do this, so I agreed to it."

"Why?"

Blaine looked up from the table at the sound of Colton's voice. "Why?" he asked. "Um, because it's important to him, I guess. I mean, he's my boyfriend and I love him and if he thinks—"

"No, you don't."

Blaine gaped at Colton, whose mouth was set in a thin line, his eyes narrowed and dark. "I don't what? I don't love him?" Blaine asked, carefully.

"You don't love him," Colton clarified.

Blaine coughed. Was Colton actually crazy? Did he have some kind of mental problem? "Um," Blaine said, laughing a little. "No offense, Colton, but you don't even know me. You have no idea how I feel about Kurt. You don't know—"

"I know enough."

Blaine sighed. Colton was impossible. There was no talking to him. He'd gotten this crazy idea into his head and Blaine had no idea how to get rid of it. He watched as Colton raised the glass of milk to his mouth and took a sip, his dark eyes never leaving Blaine.

"What is it that makes you think I don't love him?" Blaine figured questions were the only way he was going to get any solid details.

"Kurt is too good for you. He's talented and beautiful and a great person," Colton stated. "You're short and you dress weird. And you had sex with girls. Kurt told me." Colton smiled like that was some sort of huge secret Kurt had revealed to him. Also, was Colton, with his lime green turtle neck sweater and his army green combat pants and his sunset orange Crocs, really telling Blaine he dressed weird?

"That's no secret," Blaine informed him. "I know how great Kurt is. I know how talented and amazing and gorgeous he is and I'll ask myself every day for as long as we're together, how I managed to make him fall for me. But the fact is, Colton, he did. He picked me. He loves me. He tells me and shows me he loves me every single day. I'm not about to let him go, just because I know he's more amazing than I could ever even hope to be. If he didn't love me, maybe I'd do things differently, because I wouldn't want to hold him back, but he does. He loves me and despite your jealousy and you claiming I don't love him, I do. I really, really do. And he knows I do. So, honestly, I'm not sure what you're getting at here."

He hadn't wanted to get worked up with Colton, told himself he would remain calm and polite, but when Colton was looking at him like that and saying things about him and Kurt, he didn't know how to stay grounded and at ease.

"You think you know him," Colton said, giggling manically.

"I know him better than I know myself."

"Then you mustn't know yourself very well," Colton told him. "I can tell you his every line and feature, right down to that little scar on the side of his neck."

"Okay," Blaine said, quickly. "Okay, wow."

"And the small lines that form around his mouth when he smiles at me," Colton went on. "The small mark on his neck that looks like a bruise, but isn't one, because it never goes away. The way his eyes change colour when he—"

Blaine shook his head. This guy was creepy beyond belief. "Okay," Blaine said. "Okay, first off, that 'bruise' on his neck? That's from my mouth. When it starts going away, I just put my mouth right back on him and make it come back. Because I can. Because he's my boyfriend and I can put my mouth on him any time I want." Blaine knew he was being petty and childish, but there was something about Colton that really set him off. "Maybe you've memorised his face, Colton, because of whatever weird, sick, twisted fantasies you're making up in your head, but I've memorised every part of him. From top to toe, I can tell you everything. And not only do I know him physically, I know him mentally and emotionally, too. I know what he likes, what he doesn't like." Blaine gave Colton a small smirk. "What turns him on, what makes him happy, sad, angry, everything. I know him like the back of my hand, so don't even tell me you know him better than I do. You've known him for less than two months."

Colton looked annoyed, his lips pursed. "Could you knowing everything about him have anything to do with you slushying him and hitting him?"

Blaine clenched his fists, wondering how it was possible to have gotten so mad twice in one week when he had gone a full year, or more, without losing his temper once. "I never hit Kurt." Which was technically untrue, but that one time had been unintentional. Kurt had thrown himself in the line of fire and Blaine beat himself up over it every single day. The bullying subject was a touchy one for Blaine. He hadn't ever really forgiven himself for it, even if Kurt had and for Colton to bring it up like that felt like a knife in his chest. "And no, that's not why I know him so well. I know him as well as I do, because I get to hold onto him whenever I feel like it. I can talk to him about anything, we tell each other everything. He's the one person in this world I trust with my life and I know, apart from his dad, he feels the same way about me."

"You can't love him like he needs to be loved."

Blaine raised his eyebrows. "Oh, and I suppose you can?" Colton blinked at him, his mouth still set in a line. "Kurt doesn't need to be loved, Colton. He would get on just fine by himself. He's not some kind of doll, or baby animal that needs someone to take care of him. He's his own person. If anything, he's the one taking care of me. We're equal here. He doesn't need me to love him, he wants me to. I love him the best way I know how and to be perfectly honest, he hasn't complained once. We know what we're doing, Colton and if we ever do hit something new, something that rocks us a little, we'll figure it out. Because Kurt and I are real. We're forever. It's time you accepted that."

Blaine sighed, because Colton wasn't budging. He sat there, sipping his milk, dark eyes locked on Blaine. Blaine had no idea how to handle it. Kurt had told him Colton needed guidance and that he wasn't out yet, not officially and Blaine knew how that felt, so he didn't want to say anything too harsh, too awful. He'd lost it a little, but he didn't want to hurt him.

"Look, Colton," Blaine said, hoping to redeem himself. "I get it. Kurt's pretty easy on the eyes, he's everything a guy could ever want. He's funny, talented, gorgeous and he's got eyes that could influence world peace. I understand why you've got a little crush on him. It's natural. I mean, he walked into your life and showed you kindness and you're a virgin, a teenager, still struggling with his identity and that's okay. I know what that's like and you'll get through it, you will. My point is that he's all those things I just said. He made your head turn. Hell, he sent my head spinning off my body the second I set eyes on him and I didn't even know I liked guys back then. So, I do see why you would like him. But there's got to be a point you stop at, or it could turn into an unhealthy obsession. It's just that.. You'll end up hurt, Colton, when he turns you down. When he tells you he's not interested, it'll break your heart, because you've already convinced yourself he likes you back, right?"

Colton didn't say anything, but he dropped his eyes from Blaine.

"He likes you well enough, as a friend," Blaine apprised him.

Blaine watched as Colton downed the rest of his milk, wiped a hand across his mouth, then grinned, his dark eyes lighting up. "Firstly, I'm not a virgin. I'm not 'struggling with my identity'. I'm not hiding in the closet, like you were." Blaine raised one eyebrow, surprise plain on his face. "I don't have a 'little crush' on Kurt. I'm in love with him. And regardless of your denial, he loves me back, he just hasn't said anything yet, because he doesn't want to hurt your feelings. I can't understand why, you hurt his enough, but I guess that's just the way he is. It's what I love most about him, you know, his compassion. And you'd better stop leaving bruises with that filthy mouth of yours on his perfect skin. Soon, he'll be with me and I'll show him just how much of a virgin I'm really not and you won't be able to do a thing about it, because he'll want me. The thing is, Blaine, that you hurt him one time too many. You hurt him and no matter what he says, he can't have forgiven you for that. Who knows? Maybe you scare him, so he just sits back and takes it when you put your hands on him—"

Blaine found himself pushing Colton back against the wall, roughly. He hated this, hated being like this. It reminded him of the guy he wanted so desperately not to be. Colton struck a nerve, his last nerve and he wasn't going to let him say that, not when he loved Kurt and would never, ever harm a hair on his head.

"You don't have a clue," Blaine told him through gritted teeth.

"R," Colton said, with a wide grin. "A. P. E. Do you know what that spells, Blaine?"

Blaine punched him before he could tell himself not to. He was punching him again and again and he had to push himself off, eventually, because he didn't want to hurt him too badly. He didn't want to be that violent guy. Colton made a small squeaking sound, before running out the door. Blaine fell to the ground and breathed. He stayed there for a long time, his head spinning, heart thumping wildly in his chest.

Then the phone rang. Blaine pulled it from his pocket, hoping it was Kurt. He needed to hear his voice, needed him to bring him back down to earth. Blaine's heart stopped when he saw the familiar number flashing across the screen. He stared at it for too long, then hit the receive button and raised the phone to his ear.

"Dad?"

"Hmm," Kurt said, walking down the street with Rachel. "There's still no answer." He was growing worried now. He'd called Blaine six times since he had left the college grounds and he hadn't picked up.

"You don't think he meant it when he said he was frightened, do you?" Rachel asked, biting her bottom lip.

Kurt shrugged. He wasn't sure. Colton was strange, but he didn't think he was capable of doing anything drastic. Maybe he and Blaine had gotten into some sort of interesting conversation and Blaine just wasn't picking up. It was going straight to voicemail, too, so maybe his phone had died. There were a number of possibilities, all perfectly harmless. Then again..

Kurt hit the redial button and it went to voicemail again. He began pressing the keys again, then brought Colton's number to the screen. He called him, but he didn't pick up, either. Kurt slipped his phone back in his pocket, then looked at Rachel. "Okay," he told her. "I'm worried. We need a cab."

Rachel followed him across the street, as he kept his eye out for a yellow cab. "You don't really think Colton is capable of anything crazy, do you?"

"I hope not," Kurt whispered, as he held his thumb out. The car stopped and they climbed inside. "I really, really hope not."

Kurt pushed the front door open and looked around, his body pulsating with fear. His eyes studied the scene. Everything seemed to be in order. Then he saw Blaine sitting on the couch, phone pressed to his ear. He looked distressed. Kurt rushed across and sat next to him, watching him as he talked.

"Are you kidding me?" Blaine asked, looking pale. "That's.. That's.. What? Fine. Yes. Alright. Whatever. I don't care." He paused, the sighed and said, "Fuck you." Then he hung up and turned to look at Kurt.

"What's going on?" he asked Blaine.

Blaine dropped his phone and inhaled, shakily. "I.. That was my dad."

Kurt's eyes widened and his heart stilled in his chest. "Okay," he said, quietly. "Okay, what did he say? Are you alright?"

Blaine shook his head. "I don't know."

Kurt nodded and reached across to take Blaine's hand. He was shaking. "Take your time."

Blaine took a shaky breath, then looked up at Kurt. "He, um, called to say I should.. That I should stop using the, uh, name Anderson. I—he.." Blaine trailed off, shaking his head.

Kurt frowned. He wasn't sure what to say. He sighed with frustration and inched closer, then put his arms around Blaine, who was bent over, hands over his face. "Okay," he said, quietly. "Breathe, Blaine. We're going to work this out. Just.." He didn't want to tell him to stay calm, because he had a right to be upset. "Hey, I've got you, okay? I'm right here."

"I know," Blaine whispered. "I know."

"You know, he's probably just—Damn," Kurt said, letting Blaine go. His phone was buzzing in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at the screen.

INCOMING CALL: Rachel Berry.

"Rachel," he muttered. "I'm going to answer this, so that she doesn't come down to find out what's going on and then I'm turning my phone off and we'll figure this out and then we'll just hang out, okay?"

Blaine sniffed in response and Kurt rested a hand on his thigh as he clicked 'accept call'. "Hello?"

"Kurt? Is everything okay?" Rachel asked, sounding alarmed. "Is Blaine—"

"Uh, not exactly, but it's not what you're thinking. It's more, um, personal," Kurt apprised her. "He'll be okay, though." Kurt gave Blaine a smile as he stroked his leg, not sexually, just in a comforting fashion. "Thanks for checking up on us."

"If you're sure.."

"Honestly, Rachel," Kurt said. "We've got it under control. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

Rachel was silent for a few seconds and Blaine was taking broken breaths and letting out stuttering sighs. "Alright," Rachel said, finally. "If you need anything—"

"I'll call you. Thanks," Kurt replied, then hung up.

He looked across at Blaine, who still had his face in his hands. He was shaking, his body rising and falling as he inhaled and exhaled unevenly. Kurt frowned.

"Hey," he said, trying to pull Blaine's hands away from his face. "Hey, come on, Blaine. Forget it. Forget about him, okay? It's okay."

Blaine didn't budge, just continued to sit there, face buried in his hands, breathing heavily, like he couldn't catch his breath. Kurt moved closer and placed a hand gently down on his boyfriend's shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze.

"Come on," he said, quietly. "Sit up."

A quiet sob escaped Blaine's lips, but he wasn't crying. He didn't cry. He hadn't cried since Kurt had left him in Ohio a little over a year ago. Blaine always tried to be strong, to pretend like nothing phased him and sometimes, he just needed to let go.

"Let's go in the bedroom, okay?" Kurt said, standing up. "Come on," he smiled sadly and held a hand out to Blaine.

Blaine dropped his hands, but kept his gaze on the floor. He reached up and took Kurt's outstretched hand and allowed him to pull him to his feet. "It'll be okay," Kurt assured him and lead him to the bedroom. He pulled him inside and shut the door and Blaine let go of his hand and went to sit on the edge of the bed. His face was in his hands again. Kurt went and sat next to him.

Kurt sat there just listening to the sound of his breathing. He wanted to wrap him up in his arms and hold him until he believed Kurt when he said it would be okay, but Blaine was giving off vibes that told Kurt not to, to just let him have a moment. A long silence passed before either of them spoke.

"You can use Hummel."

Blaine's body stilled. He dropped his hands again and raised his head slowly, eyes going to Kurt. He looked so young like that. Kurt smiled and gave him a nod.

"Baby, I—"

"We're practically married anyway, Blaine."

"Yeah, but we're not."

Kurt eyed him, carefully. Perhaps he had overstepped, scared Blaine off a little. Maybe he didn't want to marry him. Ever. Kurt's stomach tightened.

"We're not," Blaine repeated. "And I wanted to do it, right, y'know? I don't want to just use your name because I have no choice. I want your name when I get to add it on officially, legally."

Relief poured through Kurt's body. "So, you do want to marry me?" he asked, to be sure. "Some day, I mean?" he added, quickly.

Blaine's eyes flashed. "That's a ridiculous question," he told Kurt. "I'm going to marry you some day. I thought that was a given." Kurt's heard contracted in his chest and he beamed at Blaine. "Doesn't mean we're skipping the proposal, though," Blaine told him, smiling a teeny, tiny, little bit. "I'm going to romance the crap out of you, Mr Hummel."

Kurt chuckled and they just sat there smiling at one another and Kurt could still see the panic and bewilderment on Blaine's face. He moved forward and tried to hug him, but Blaine just looked up at him for an explanation.

"I can't hug you without a reason?" Kurt asked and Blaine sighed and fell into his arms. Kurt held him close and breathed him in. "I know you try to be strong, Blaine, but it's just us." He didn't have to explain that, Blaine knew what he was getting at. "Just us," he repeated in a whisper into Blaine's neck.

Kurt pulled back a bit, took Blaine's hand and pulled him down with him, so that they lay on their sides on the bed. Kurt moved across and took Blaine back in his arms.

"Promise me," Blaine uttered into Kurt's ear.

"Anything."

"Promise me you won't think any less of me if I cry."

"Are you serio—I promise," Kurt assured him. "Even though that's the stupidest sentence ever to come out of your mouth. I promise. You know I won't."

Blaine was still a little too rigid in his arms. "I don't want to, Kurt," he told him. "I don't want to cry. He doesn't deserve my tears."

"You haven't cried properly in a year," Kurt reminded him. "Let it out and I promise you'll feel better afterwards."

He lay there for a few seconds more, then Kurt felt him sighing, before going slack in his arms and then his body began convulsing. Kurt rubbed even circles across his back and whispered that it would be okay, that he was there and everything was going to work out just fine. He hated seeing him like this, so lost and broken. Kurt couldn't help remembering the first time Blaine had admitted he was gay and he just seemed to fall to pieces, his eyes filled with fear and panic. Kurt had held him then, too and he would continue holding him whenever he needed it.

Blaine was muttering something over and over into Kurt's neck, like a mantra. Kurt held him away a little and looked down into this red-rimmed eyes, shining and dilated.

"What?" he asked, softly. "What is it?"

"I won't change my name," he told Kurt, a small hiccup escaping his lips. "I won't. I want something I can.. Something I can give to you, when we finally do it. When we finally get married. It's completely unfair of me to get to take your name when you don't get mine."

Kurt smiled at him, his heart huge in his chest. "I won't mind," he told him. "If that's how it has to be, it's okay. So long as I've got you."

"You've always got me," Blaine said, matter-of-factly. "But, no, I've been Blaine Anderson all my life. I won't change it for anyone. Only for you, but we'll double-barrell that, or something."

Kurt smiled, sadly and pushed Blaine's gelled hair off his forehead, where it had become matted. "Anderson-Hummel, huh?"

"Hummel-Anderson," Blaine corrected.

Kurt looked up at him. "Really?"

"Really," Blaine affirmed, taking Kurt's hand and entwining their fingers. "For me, you'll always come first."

Kurt slipped an arm around Blaine's wait and pulled him closer. "But you'll always come first for me, too."

"I want it to be like that, though," Blaine whispered. "I want Hummel-Anderson. Unless you hate that."

"I don't hate it," Kurt assured him. "I just want you to be sure."

"I am," Blaine smiled. "We've got time to figure it out, anyway."

"Yeah," Kurt said, smiling back. He'd been planning his wedding ever since he'd found out what a wedding was. He changed his mind a lot and he knew that when the time came, Blaine would want a say in it and he valued his opinion. They'd get it right together. For now, they had other things to deal with. "Do you want to go get a shower?" Kurt asked, running a hand over Blaine's sticky hair. "Then we'll just chill and do whatever you want."

Blaine gave a small inclination of his head, his eyes low. Then he looked up at Kurt, his eyes golden and glistening. "Can you.. Will you join me?"

Kurt smiled at his bashfulness. "Of course, if you want me to."

"We don't even have to do anything!" Blaine added, quickly. "I just.. I want you near me."

Kurt leaned up and pulled Blaine up with him. "You don't have to explain yourself to me." He stood up and dragged Blaine to his feet. "Come on, let's go get that crap out of your hair."

Blaine kept his eyes on Kurt as they undressed in the bathroom. Kurt was undoing the top button on his jeans, while Blaine shrugged his sweater vest over his head.

"Where's Santana?" Kurt asked, unzipping.

"Oh, she went out. We talked. She said to thank you for letting her stay."

Kurt smiled and began tugging his tight jeans down his legs. Blaine unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the side, then went to work on his own pants. Kurt slipped his vest off, then lifted his white, long-sleeved shirt over his head and Blaine's breath caught in his chest, just as it always did when Kurt was devoid of his clothes. He looked extra pale under the bright bathroom lights. Blaine kicked his pants off, then hooked his fingers into the top of his boxers and pushed them away. He saw Kurt smiling mischievously, his eyes watching Blaine sideways. Kurt took his own underwear off, then shivered and walked towards the shower. He pulled the door open and began messing with the dial, trying to get the temperature right.

Blaine felt his cock twitching slightly and he wished it wouldn't, because he didn't want Kurt to think that was the reason he wanted him there. However, being naked and wet in a shower with Kurt Hummel meant it wasn't very likely Blaine would remain.. Well, not erect.

"Okay," Kurt said, finally. He turned to face Blaine. "That should be fine. Ready?" He outstretched a hand and Blaine took it and allowed Kurt to pull him to him. Kurt, Blaine noticed, was not growing hard at all.

Kurt stepped into the shower and shuddered, as he pulled Blaine in with him. The hot water hit Blaine's skin, making him gasp. He got used to the temperature and then Kurt closed the door and it was just the two of them in that small, confined, hot space. Blaine swallowed.

"Turn around and let me save your hair," Kurt told him, loudly over the sound of the water pelting against the floor beneath them.

Blaine turned without a word and he heard Kurt popping the shampoo bottle open and then Kurt's hands were in his hair, sending tiny, electric thrills all along the back of his neck and down his spine. Kurt was humming something and Blaine couldn't help noticing just how close Kurt's soft cock was to his ass. They had showered together many times in the past, but mostly after sex and every time had ended with them getting intimate sexually again. This was different. They had never showered together just for the sake of showering.

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked, washing the shampoo out.

"Nothing," Blaine told him, voice a little too high. He was already semi-hard now. "Turn around and I'll get yours."

Kurt turned away from him and Blaine turned, too, but what he had thought would be a good idea, turned out to be a bad one. Instead of having Kurt's penis close to his ass, Kurt's ass was now close to Blaine's penis and in his line of sight, which definitely wasn't good.

Blaine took the shampoo bottle from the small holder on the tiled wall. He squeezed some into his hand and reached up to run it through Kurt's hair, which was already flat and matted to his head. Blaine stood a few inches back, because he didn't want Kurt to feel his erection, so it made it difficult to reach, since Kurt was already taller than him.

"Think you can duck a little?" Blaine asked. "I can't reach."

Kurt chuckled and before Blaine knew what he was doing, he said, "Don't laugh at me."

Kurt turned around and looked at him, concern on his face. "Hey," he said, reaching out and taking Blaine by the shoulders. "I didn't mean anything by it. When have I ever criticised your height? I don't care what you look like, you know that. Even though you are exceptionally gorgeous. There isn't a thing I'd change about you."

"I know," Blaine told him. "I know, I'm sorry. I don't know why I said it. I.. I know you didn't mean anything, I just.. Turn back around?"

Kurt gave him a smile and twisted back around, then bent his knees a little, so that Blaine could reach, but as Blaine washed Kurt's hair, all he could think about was what bending his knees meant.

He was almost half hard now and he assumed Kurt was still soft. A few minutes later, Kurt turned around and Blaine kept his eyes straight ahead. Kurt reached out and turned him around again, then began running his fingers across the contours of his back. Blaine's heart was hammering, his blood racing through his veins.

"You're unbelievably tense," Kurt told him, kneading his fingers into his lower back. "Relax, honey."

Blaine tried to relax. 'Honey' was one of those terms of endearment Kurt had began using at one point, something that had just flowed, naturally and Blaine remembered the first time he had said it. He remembered how Kurt hadn't even noticed he'd said it until Blaine repeated it, with a question mark on the end. The little affectionate terms made him smile. He loved that these things were theirs and nobody else's. Like babe and baby. Like pretty boy.

Blaine froze, remembering that he'd punched Colton. Thinking about the first time Kurt had called him babe sent him back to that day, the day he had come out, which brought Colton to mind, because Colton was apparently lying to Kurt about being in the closet.

"What?" Kurt asked, concern laced in his voice. "What's wrong?" Blaine stayed quiet, trying to work out a way to tell him. "Blaine, if it's the thing about you saying you couldn't reach, honestly, I didn't mean anything by laughing. I think you're perfect."

"It isn't that." He couldn't have Kurt thinking that.

"What is it then?" Kurt asked, taking Blaine's shoulders an urging him back around to face him. "Blaine?" he said, eyes locked on Blaine. He was blinking, too, because of the water pouring down over his face. "Baby?"

"I ruin everything," Blaine exhaled and his knees gave in.

Kurt dropped down next to Blaine, whose head was now down, his hands over his face again. Kurt reached across and pulled his hands away. Blaine tried to pull free, but Kurt held him tight.

"Okay," he said, hoping he sounded reassuring. "Okay, it's okay. You've had a bad day, it's okay."

Blaine pulled his knees up to his chest. His eyes were wide and frantic and he was breathing far too quickly. "No, it isn't."

"First off, slow down," Kurt said, running his thumb over Blaine's knuckles. "Slow down and breathe."

"I need to tell you something."

Kurt tried to remain calm. He was afraid, because Blaine was afraid. He kept himself steady, holding onto Blaine, trying to keep him calm, too. "Alright," he nodded. "Whatever it is, it'll be okay."

A long time seemed to pass before Blaine's bright copper eyes were on him and he was opening his mouth. "I punched Colton."

Kurt's body raced with relief once again. "Oh, God," he said, exhaling, his shoulders slumping. "Is that all? You're okay?"

Blaine looked confused. "Is.. Is that all?" he repeated.

Kurt smiled on instinct. "You scared me," he told Blaine. "So, what did he do?"

Blaine was staring at Kurt with his mouth open in a small 'o' shape. He was soaking wet, glistening with drops of water and he looked small curled up there in the corner of the shower. "H-how do you know it wasn't my fault?"

It had been a long time since Blaine had fallen apart in front of him. It hurt his heart to see him like this, but he knew he needed it sometimes, needed to let go and drop his defences.

"Because I know you've been good with your temper," Kurt supplied. "He must have said something stupid to set you off."

"He said a lot of things," Blaine apprised him, sadly. "He said I.." Blaine shook his head.

"Okay, you know what? It doesn't even matter right now," Kurt said, still holding onto Blaine's hands. "Tell me later. Forget about him and your dad and everything else. Come here."

Kurt moved forward and pulled Blaine against him. Blaine pressed His forehead to Kurt's neck and breathed there, the hot water still hitting their bodies, leaving them pink and hot and flushed. Kurt wrapped his arms around him and rubbed his back, soothingly. He was glad he was okay, but still felt awful that he was going through what he was. Kurt had thought they were past dealing with Blaine's dad. He couldn't believe he had asked him to change his name. That was ridiculous.

Blaine was pulling away. He looked up into Kurt's azure eyes with his only honey glazed ones and just stared at him, breathing in and out quickly, but evenly. Then Blaine tugged him forward and crashed their mouths together and Kurt gave in and let him. He had to climb to his knees to get a better angle and then Blaine kneeled, too and he was clinging to him, holding on to him like he was afraid he was going somewhere. He wasn't.

Kurt crushed their bodies together and he felt Blaine's erection against his skin, so he ground himself against him. Blaine pulled back, gasping. "We.. We don't h-have to. You don't.. If you don't want.." Kurt took Blaine's hand without a word and lowered it, then pressed it to his half-hard cock. "Oh," Blaine squeaked.

Kurt climbed to his feet and took Blaine with him. "I love you, you know," Kurt told him, before leaning across for another kiss. Blaine placed his hands on Kurt's hips and began tilting his body away from him. Kurt unlatched their mouths and allowed Blaine to turn him around, so that he was facing the wall.

"I love you, too," Blaine told him, voice low and then he was pressing himself up against Kurt.

He pressed a warm kiss to Kurt's shoulder and then slid his right hand down Kurt's side and over the swell of his back side. He gave his thigh a gentle pat and Kurt parted his legs, a small groan escaping his lips. Kurt shuddered and Blaine's finger slid across his entrance, familiar and large and slick with water. He muttered against his neck, words Kurt couldn't understand and he couldn't bring himself to care, not when Blaine was touching him like that.

"Blaine," Kurt said and he wasn't sure Blaine had even heard him, because it came out in a needy whisper.

Blaine's finger was slipping easily inside him now, his other hand gripping his hip, holding him still. He kept running his mouth across his shoulder, whispering words against his skin, scraping his teeth across his neck and Kurt needed him inside him and soon.

"Please," Kurt managed.

"Not enough," Blaine said against Kurt's shoulder. "Not yet."

Kurt groaned in frustration, then whimpered, because Blaine had slid a second finger in next to the first. He crooked them a little, brushing Kurt's prostate and he almost hit the ground, the only thing holding him up was Blaine's hand. He tried to grip the shining tiled wall in front of him, but his fingers were slipping. The hot water continued to stream down on top of them and Kurt's body was literally rocking with yearning.

"Blaine," he said again and Blaine placed another kiss to his shoulder, then removed his fingers, leaving Kurt stretched, but empty.

"I've got you," Blaine assured him, his erection prodding against the crack of Kurt's ass. Kurt rocked back against him, needing him so badly. "Fucking gorgeous," Blaine muttered and then he was working himself inside Kurt. Kurt groaned loudly at the intrusion, the size almost too much, but from experience, he knew it would be okay in a few minutes.

"Fuck, shit, crap, damn," Kurt uttered, pressing his forehead to the warm wall. "Dammit, Blaine."

Blaine shushed him, rubbing circles across his back, trying to calm him down. "Take your time," he said, quietly. "Just say when."

Kurt cursed again, then said, "Just do it."

"Sure?"

"Sure," Kurt assured him and Blaine pulled his hips back, slowly, then plunged forward again. "You asshole, Jesus Christ—"

Blaine laughed and Kurt elbowed him gently, then settled. He gave him a small nod, the water getting in his eyes and Blaine slipped back out and in again and repeated the motion until Kurt stopped calling him offensive names. Pain switched to pain combined with pleasure and the sound of wet skin against wet skin was driving him crazy. Blaine reached around Kurt and took his cock in his hand and pumped his hand up and down on it quickly and Kurt wanted nothing more than to have Blaine on the bed, because his knees were going to give way any second now. it was too much, too wet, too warm, too overwhelming.

"I won't let you fall," Blaine told him, sliding his other arm around Kurt's waist and holding him close.

"Please just stop talking and fuck me."

"Eloquent, as always," Blaine laughed and his body vibrated against Kurt's and he groaned quietly.

Before he could open his mouth to tell Blaine to just do it, Blaine was doing it. He took Kurt's hips in his hands and began slamming into him, swearing under his breath as he did. Kurt's moans were coming out shakily, like his voice had when he was a child and his dad's car had gone over cobbled stones. Kurt scolded himself, then. He didn't want to think of his dad at a time like this, not when Blaine was literally fucking him into the wall.

Kurt opened his eyes when he felt one of Blaine's hands disappearing from his hip. He watched as his flushed hand reached around, then pulled himself all the way out of Kurt's ass.

"What are you—" Blaine flipped him around to face him and then hoisted one of his legs up around his waist and then the other, so that only Kurt's back was pressed to the wall. "Blaine, I won't be able to hold—"

"Trust me." Kurt trusted Blaine with his life, so he gave him a nod. Blaine positioned himself and then slid back inside Kurt and urged him to hold onto him. "I've got you, baby."

Blaine swung his hips back and forth gently, the sensation almost too much. Kurt flung his head back as Blaine's cock slipped inside him and struck that spot every single time. Blaine knew his body better than Kurt knew it himself. Sometimes Kurt struggled with finding that spot, Blaine always found it without any difficulty whatsoever. Then again, it had probably come from the slight obsession Blaine had with having his fingers inside Kurt.

Kurt felt his body giving in, unable to keep his limbs strong and holding on. Blaine pushed him back up and whispered that he had him again. Kurt was tempted to throw the shower doors open and to just pull Blaine out and throw him down and ride him on the floor, because his body was unable to manage the strength this position required.

"Blaine, I can't!" he groaned, his voice coming out as if he was upset, which he wasn't, not really.

"Okay," Blaine said, quietly. "Okay." He slid out and put Kurt back down on the floor. His legs wobbled and he almost fell. Blaine caught his arms and gave him a nod. "What do you want to do?"

"I don't know," Kurt said, tugging Blaine close, not wanting the heat his body provided to go away. "It's not enough. I need.."

"What?" Blaine asked, eyes darkening. "What do you need, beautiful?"

Kurt kissed him, unable to help himself. Blaine pulled back and sucked Kurt's bottom lip into his mouth. Kurt hummed, then threw the doors open and tugged Blaine after him.

"What are you—Oh."

Kurt was on the ground. He had spread towel out on the bathroom floor and he just needed Blaine to climb down onto him and make love to him, nothing holding them apart. Blaine dropped to his knees, eyes drinking Kurt in, running up and down his body.

"Turn over," Blaine said.

Kurt moaned. "No, Blaine, I need—"

"Turn over," Blaine said, again. "Trust me, okay? Turn over."

Kurt groaned, but flipped himself over and Blaine pulled his leg up and slipped back inside him. He let his leg go, then pressed himself down on Kurt's back and caught his wrists in his hands and pressed them into the towel. Then Blaine was moving his hips quickly, crashing into Kurt, their bodies flush against one another. Kurt couldn't hold back any more, the sounds slipped from his mouth and he didn't care any more. Blaine was rotating his hips a little, then pulling out slightly and pushing back in again and soon he had found a rhythm and Kurt was writhing beneath him, because this was exactly what he needed.

"So perfect," Blaine muttered, nibbling briefly on Kurt's earlobe and Kurt made a sound not unlike a hiss. "God, Kurt—"

"Fuck," Kurt exhaled. "Blaine, I need—"

"Got you," Blaine said, slipping a hand under Kurt and taking his throbbing cock in his hand.

The friction was perfect, the towel underneath him, Blaine's hand. He was close and he was sure that with enough patience (patience that he did not possess right then), he could have come simply from Blaine fucking his ass.

"You're beautiful," Blaine said, voice unsteady. He pressed his mouth to Kurt's neck, teeth scraping across his pulse and with a few more pumps of Blaine's hand and a couple of thrusts against the floor and Blaine's hand, Kurt was coming, Blaine's name escaping his lips in what was almost a scream.

Blaine didn't stop fucking him and Kurt thought he might pass out from the heat and the dwindling orgasm, but Blaine didn't stop, didn't even slow his pace, just kept going and Kurt didn't care any more. He went limp and just let him do it. He knew he was close when he started to speed his movements.

"Please don't come inside me," he managed and Blaine chuckled and Kurt groaned, wishing he would finish up and let him sleep.

After a few more thrusts, Blaine pulled out and Kurt rolled himself around to look at him, as he stroked himself quickly, his eyes dark and intense. Within seconds, Blaine was coming all over Kurt. He was whispering Kurt's name over and over and it got louder the more he came.

"I hate you," Kurt told him, once he had collapsed on top of him.

"You love me," Blaine said, tiredly, pressing a lazy kiss to Kurt's swollen lips.

"Now I have to shower again and I don't have the strength."

"I'll help."

"If I fall asleep, don't let me drown."

"God, I love you," Kurt heard Blaine say, then he was laughing and tugging Kurt up off the ground and pushing him back into the shower. "Just sit there and let the water run over you." Blaine climbed in next to him and they did just that.

"Thank you," Blaine said, once they were dry and curled up next to each other in bed.

"If you're thanking me for sex, I'm going to hit you once I have the energy," Kurt warned.

Blaine smiled and pulled him closer. "I meant for everything else," he corrected. "But the sex was pretty awesome, too."

Kurt yawned and buried his head further into Blaine's neck. "Have I ever told you that you talk way too much?"

"Only every five minutes," Blaine teased and kissed Kurt on the top of his head. "I still didn't tell you what happened with Colton."

Kurt groaned again and sighed against Blaine's skin. "Can you tell me after I've slept? Or is it hugely important to you? Because if it is, I'll quit being a bitch and listen."

Blaine thought about it, then shook his head and closed his eyes. "It can wait."

"Thank God," Kurt said and snuggled in closer still. "All joking aside. Are you okay?" Kurt opened his eyes and looked at him, those blue orbs visible through the canopy of his thick lashes.

"Yes," Blaine told him. "I think so. You always make everything better."

"Good," Kurt smiled and Blaine's heart leapt in his chest. "Whatever you're unsure about, we'll figure out, I promise."

"I know," Blaine nodded. "I love you, Kurt."

"I love you, too," Kurt replied. "Nothing could ever make me stop."

"Nothing?" Blaine asked, quietly.

"Absolutely nothing."

"I'm sorry I cried on you."

"Well, stop," Kurt demanded. "Because you have nothing to be sorry for."

"Okay," Blaine said and closed his eyes again.

They lay there just breathing for a long time and Blaine thought Kurt might be asleep already, so he whispered, "Kurt Hummel-Anderson." Then, "Kurt Anderson-Hummel."

He was surprised when Kurt smiled against his neck and whispered, very, very quietly, "You're right. Hummel-Anderson sounds way better."

"I know," Blaine grinned. "Someday."

"Blaine."

"Yeah, baby?"

"I love you and all, but if you don't stop talking and go to sleep, I'm kicking you out of the bed."

"As if you would ever kick me out of your bed," Blaine giggled.

"Don't try me," Kurt said, but he was smiling.

"Wouldn't dream of it. Love you."

"Love you more."

And they closed their eyes and said nothing else and Blaine could have sworn he heard Kurt whispering "Blaine Hummel-Anderson," but before he could make sure, sleep gripped him as tightly as he was gripping Kurt and neither of them let go.