When Blaine slowly started to wake, he felt warmth all around him. It felt… nice, he thought to himself. His eyes fluttered open and he winced a little at how bright it was in the room. The curtains were left opened, leaving no barrier for the sun’s rays to come through. Blaine had no idea what time it was so he tried to turn a little to look at Kurt’s alarm clock on the bedside table. His movement startled Kurt slightly. Until then, the other man had remained blissfully asleep, his arms wrapped tightly around Blaine’s upper body.

“Where are you going?” Kurt slurred, his voice thick with sleep and muffled in the back of Blaine’s neck.

The hot puffs of breath and the gentle slide of Kurt’s lips on his skin caused Blaine to shiver, his body fully awake now. He tried to stifle his groan in the pillow as Kurt started to lower his hand towards his growing hard-on. Blaine covered the other man’s hand, guiding it where he really needed it to be. Kurt huffed but allowed Blaine to get what he wanted, for now. He helped the other man slide down his boxers and took a firm hold of Blaine’s cock.

“Fuck.” Blaine let out a whimper as Kurt started to stroke.

It was too slow; he needed more. Blaine tried to make Kurt understand to go faster as he grabbed the other man’s hand and set the pace. It was a bit dry; Kurt gathered the precome and used it to ease the slide a little.

“Where’s the lube?” Kurt asked, as Blaine kept thrusting up in Kurt’s hand, apparently not minding too much about the lack of lubrification. His answer was to turn to face Kurt and bring the other man’s hand to his mouth. Kurt watched dazedly as Blaine started to slowly suck on his fingers and then lick the palm of his hand making sure that it was wet enough. Then, Blaine guided Kurt’s hand back on his cock. The musician moaned, his head now buried in the other man’s neck.

Kurt felt his own hard-on press against Blaine’s thigh and he groaned at the friction. Kurt gasped when Blaine pushed his boxers down to his knees and then circled his waist with his strong hands, bringing him close until both their cocks were sliding together. Blaine’s hand was hot and sleek around them both. Kurt moaned brokenly, his hands gripping at Blaine’s shoulders, nails digging into skin. Both men kept rocking together, their bodies so close that Blaine could barely move his hand to stroke their cocks.

Blaine moved a little, his hand abruptly slipping away from their erections. Kurt looked at him a little confused but Blaine only took his lover’s hand and encouraged him to keep stroking them. Kurt was so focused on this one task that he did not notice Blaine reaching for the bedside table above their heads. Nor did he hear the sound of the bottle of lube opening or see one of Blaine’s hands disappear behind the musician’s back.

“Kurt… I need…” Blaine breathed into Kurt’s skin, biting lightly under the other man’s ear.

Kurt couldn’t form words at the moment; he was slowly losing his mind at how good this felt. He could already feel the telltales of his orgasm.

Blaine abruptly brought his hand back to their erections, pushing Kurt’s fingers out of the way and making the other man whimper at the sudden loss of friction and warmth around their dicks.

“What…” he had barely time to say, as Blaine put a condom on Kurt’s aching erection and then turned, his back now facing Kurt’s front. With one hand, he managed to guide Kurt’s cock to his lubed and stretched asshole.

Kurt nearly passed out as his dick was surrounded by tight heat. He tried to focus on thrusting inside, but his brain had short-circuited at the idea that Blaine had been fingering himself open all along.

Blaine’s hand gripped one of Kurt’s ass cheeks, wanting the other man as close as humanly possible. That move made Kurt’s cock bury even deeper inside of him, the head of his cock pressing repeatedly on his prostate.

“Fu…” Blaine turned his head into the pillow, trying to muffle the worse of the sounds he was making.

“Blaine,” Kurt was so close now but he needed just a little more. “I’ll just…” He pulled out of Blaine, wincing as he heard the other man whimper loudly underneath him. “Shhh, let me just…”

He moved Blaine so that he was now face down, upper body pressed into the mattress with his knees bent under him leaving his ass on display for Kurt. Blaine tried to protest, feeling so empty and wishing that Kurt would just fuck him again. He felt his cheeks being spread and then, finally, Kurt’s cock was back inside him.

Kurt gripped Blaine’s waist, his fingers probably leaving marks, and thrust hard into Blaine’s tight hole.

For a few minutes, the room was only filled with their muffled moans and harsh breathing; the scent of sex so strong it made them both feel dizzy.

Kurt knew that Blaine was getting close now, his rim tightening around Kurt’s cock each time he thrust inside. With one hand, he stroked Blaine’s back, letting his nails scratch lightly across the sweaty skin. His other hand found its way to Blaine’s dick which was hanging heavy between the man’s legs, red and still slick with lube, spit and precome. Kurt barely grazed his fingers on the tender skin under the head then Blaine was coming, moaning loudly in the pillows, his whole body trembling from the aftershocks.

It only took Kurt a couple more thrusts and then he was coming undone, his cock buried deep inside of Blaine as he found his own release. He had to fight not to let himself crush Blaine with his body. He could barely carry his own weight, his arms too shaky, but he managed to let himself fall next to Blaine who was still lying on his front, fully sated.

Kurt turned on his side to reach for a tissue to put away the use condom. H e did not feel like getting up so he just left it on the floor, to be thrown to the trash later. As he returned to his spot next to Blaine, he noticed the other body shaking with laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Kurt asked him, barely able to keep himself from giggling. He just felt so light and carefree at the moment and he reveled in the feeling.

“I feel like I’m fifteen again,” Blaine finally managed to utter after his breath evened a little. “Although, the sex then was not that good.” He turned his face to look at Kurt, whose eyebrows were raised in amusement, his swollen lips curved up into a smile.

“I can’t remember the last time I felt this good being with someone,” Kurt let out before his brain could stop him from blurting the words. He flushed and averted Blaine’s gaze, suddenly feeling vulnerable next to this man who he barely knew.

Blaine’s only response was to reach up with his hand and stroke Kurt’s warm cheek with the tip of his fingers.

The gesture felt so intimate. Kurt’s heart started to speed up, he opened his mouth to say something but then everything went downhill.

Suddenly, a loud noise was heard in a nearby room. It was a girl’s voice, speaking really fast in French, her tone panicked. Then, a little boy was crying, probably because the girl had woken him up from a sound sleep. Footsteps came closer to the room where Kurt and Blaine were still lying on the bed mostly naked. Blaine’s eyes were huge as he stared at the door. Kurt had no idea what to do but when he saw the door handle move; he got into action and threw Blaine out of the bed. He apologized quickly and then he put the covers over the other man to hide him from view as Clara and Simon burst into the room, shouting and talking non-stop and over each other. Sammy trailed after them, whining and yawning, his eyes rimmed with tears.

“Kurt, I need something to wear. I’ve been invited to Sasha’s party this afternoon and I just realized that I have nothing decent to wear. Please, it’s an emergency!” the teenage girl exclaimed dramatically, walking directly to Kurt’s wardrobe, looking for a sweater that she could borrow.

“Dad, can you tell Clara that she can’t just scream like that and scare me and Sammy?! Seriously, I don’t want that to happen ever again.” Simon then crouched down to his little brother and took him in his arms, trying to soothe him.

As Kurt tried to calm his children, Blaine remained motionless under the covers, trying to gauge at what time it would be safe to flee. When he heard footsteps going out of the room, he took his chance. He made sure that he was at least wearing his boxers, not risking lingering to get fully dressed, and then enveloped himself in the covers. He suddenly felt more sympathy toward that guy who once had to leave his loft completely naked. He stood up and walked as fast and as quietly as possible to the door. When he saw that no one was in the corridor, he ran to the entrance and let himself out. He barely had the time to sigh in relief when he was hauled up against the cold wooden door, strong hands encircling his throat.

“T’es qui toi?!” A tall and muscled man asked him, his eyes glaring at Blaine with intensity. The musician struggled hard to breathe, trying to form words. “Esp�ce de pervers, je t’ai pos� une question!” The covers slipped from Blaine’s body, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.

The man growled and hauled Blaine even higher. The smaller man was now really scared and prayed to gods he didn’t believe in, that something would save him from this crazy man.

Just when he thought that he would actually die strangled by a stranger, the door behind him moved and Kurt appeared next to him. Blaine suddenly felt lightheaded, for lack of air and the immense surge of relief that went through him. He could barely focus on what Kurt was saying to the other man but after a few more seconds, he felt the grip around his throat loosen and suddenly he fell on the floor, his back hitting the front of Kurt’s legs.

“Oh my God, Blaine, are you okay?” Kurt knelt next to him and helped him back on his feet. Once they were both standing up, the crazy man was still glaring at Blaine. The musician backed away and started running towards the stairs, not even caring that he was nearly naked.

Kurt hit the tall man on the chest once, said something in French to him and then went after Blaine.

“Blaine! Wait!” Kurt managed to catch him near the main door to the building. He stopped, trying to catch his breath.

“Thanks,” Blaine said, as Kurt handed him his clothes. “And also for saving me,” he added, looking up to the spot where the tall man had attacked him.

“I’m so sorry about Paolo, he’s Clara’s father and he’s really protective,” Kurt explained as Blaine put his clothes on. “He’s not usually like that, well, apart from when I bring someone home without telling him.”

“Are you guys still together?” Blaine asked, feeling sudden anger at the thought.

“No, we’re not, it’s been a year. He’s just there for Clara.” Kurt reached for Blaine’s hand but the other man backed away a little. “I swear, he’s just a friend,” Kurt added in a pleading tone.

“Ok, I believe you.” Blaine averted Kurt’s eyes.

“Can I call you later?” Kurt stepped closer, “I mean, when things are a bit less crazy here?”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Kurt.” Blaine tried to sound as firm as possible, glancing down and ignoring Kurt’s reaction to his words.

“What do you mean?” Kurt’s voice broke a little at the end of his question. His eyes searched Blaine’s face that was still tilted down. “Blaine?”

“I’m sorry Kurt, I can’t do this.” Blaine turned and left the building.

Kurt stood there for a couple of minutes, staring at the door through which Blaine had just left. His feet felt stuck to the floor, not allowing him to run after the other man. He should have stopped him, tried harder, convince him to give him a chance.

But instead, he just remained there, his face still reflecting the shock and hurt that he was feeling; a single tear rolled down his cheek, a sniffing sound filled the air.

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Blaine kept running until he was sure that there was a safe distance between where he was and Kurt’s building. He knew that the other man had not been running after him but he still turned around to check. He could not suppress the slight disappointment he felt when he saw that only a few pedestrians were walking down the otherwise calm street. He slumped forward and sighed deeply. This was what he had wanted so why did he feel like he had made a big mistake?

“Tu vas bien Monsieur?” a little girl came closer and laid her little hand on his shoulder. He startled from her touch and she took a few steps back, regarding him with concern in her bright brown eyes.

“Super.” He snapped at her and then stood up abruptly, walking in the opposite direction of the little girl who looked at him with hurt and confusion.

Blaine could not help the feeling that her expression was a bit similar to the one Kurt had worn only minutes ago; her big blue eyes opened wide and her mouth hanging a little open. He had to get away from here and stop thinking about the other man before he did something stupid like walking back to Kurt’s place. After that morning, he had realized that a relationship with Kurt would have been wonderful but he had also been reminded of what chaos kids bring to life. This was just not for him. Kurt would find someone else, a man who would not mind having a family with him. It stung that this meant that Blaine could not have Kurt but the other man had been clear during their date. His children were the most important people in his life; anyone who did not get that was not worth his time.

Blaine walked to the nearest metro station and tried not to think about anything anymore for the rest of the way home.
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After Blaine’s departure, Paolo had gone to Kurt and led him back in his friend’s apartment. The tall man apologized for scaring Kurt’s lover away. The other man reassured him telling him that attacking Blaine had not been the reason why he the musician had left. Kurt had then asked Paolo if he could look after the children for the rest of the morning while he locked himself in his room and dialed Noah’s number.

“Hey buddy!” his friend’s voice greeted him enthusiastically. Kurt’s heart constricted as he remembered how his dad used to call him that all the time. His breath hitched when he tried to stifle a sob. “What’s wrong?” Noah asked, concern suddenly clear in his tone.

“He left,” Kurt simply said, trying to keep it together. He knew that he should not let this get him down so much. “Blaine’s gone.”

“What happened?” Puck asked gently, not wanting to tell Kurt ‘I told you so’.

“The same thing that always happens; everything was wonderful until the kids came into the picture, quite literally this morning, and he just fled.”

“I’m so sorry, Kurt. That guy is an idiot.” For some reason, Noah knew that saying this would not help his friend. “I wish I could kick his sorry ass,” he added, not really meaning it but hoping to lighten up the conversation.

“No need, Noah. He actually got a scare from Paolo.”

At that, Puck winced in sympathy for the guy. He knew Paolo very well and was quite familiar with the man’s incredible strength and intimidating stature. Fortunately, Paolo and he had become friends after the first few months following Kurt’s divorce to Marc. But they still had ended up in a couple of fights before, mostly when Noah had been angry with Kurt for cheating on Marc.

“Wow, ok, maybe I should leave the guy alone then.” Noah tried to stifle laughter at the thought of a tiny guy at Paolo’s mercy. After all, Kurt had told him that Blaine was not the tallest man he’d met.

“It’s not funny,” Kurt attempted to hide his own amusement at the memory. Though, the look of terror on Blaine’s face flashed before his eyes and made him feel an ounce of guilt. He sighed, not sure how to feel anymore.

“Kurt?” Noah prompted after the line had gone oddly silent.

“I’m sorry,” his best friend sniffed, “I just thought…” He could not finish his sentence; his words drowned in his tears.

“Oh no, Kurt, baby, no, I’m so sorry. I’m such a crap friend.” Noah wanted to make his friend feel better but he had no idea what to do. It scared him that Kurt seemed so upset. He had warned his friend not to get too attached but sometimes these things were beyond control.

“Sorry, I just…” Kurt said, his breath hitching between sobs. “It’s just that there are these moments during which he makes me… made me believe that this could work out.” Kurt thought back to that morning, seconds before the children’s intrusion. He had felt so vulnerable and yet so safe under Blaine’s tender touch; his skin vibrating as Blaine’s fingers trailed softly on his cheeks. The adoration in the musician’s eyes had made his breath catch in his throat and his heart stutter. Kurt could not understand how Blaine could be so caring towards him one moment and the next he would act as if none of what he’d done or said had meant a thing.

“Kurt?” Noah broke the other man’s train of thoughts, bringing him back to their conversation. “I know that what I’m going to say to you will not help, but…” He took a deep breath and then let out what he had wanted to say since the beginning of their call, “Maybe he’s just a really considerate lover because he knows that some men prefer it that way.” He waited for a reaction but none came. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, he does sound like a good guy, but the way he can just shift from the nice caring lover to the disinterested guy seems a bit strange to me.”

“It’s not like that, Noah.” Kurt did not even know why he was defending Blaine, who knew if Puck was wrong about him? “We talked last night, during our date and also afterwards. He told me about his feelings towards children. I was actually reminded quite a lot of you when he explained his issue. That’s why I hoped that in time he would change his mind. After all, Beth is the best thing in your world but long before she was born, you did not want her.”

“Maybe, but as you said, it takes time. Besides, with Beth, I had a fierce girlfriend who was not letting me go that easily and a stubborn friend there to make sure that I didn’t fuck up,” Noah said, trying to make Kurt understand that his situation had been different to Blaine’s. “Also, Beth was really my responsibility; I could not just run like that, this kid needed a father. Simon, Sammy and Clara already have that. And Blaine knows that he has no tie to them.”

Kurt sighed in defeat.

“You’re right. I was stupid to think that this could work.”

“Hey no, that’s not what I said, Bud,” Noah protested gently. “Look, I did not mean to make you feel like that. I don’t know the guy so I can’t really know how he truly feels. It’s just speculation. I just wished I could do something to make things better.” Noah hated when his friend was hurting, it was one of the worst feelings, not being able to make sure that Kurt would always be happy no matter what.

When they were teenagers, and Kurt had confessed his love for him, Noah had really tried to give him what he wanted. But quite quickly, he had realized that he could never be the one that Kurt needed, not as a boyfriend at least. But he had promised Kurt that he would always be there no matter what would happen. Kurt had been heartbroken at first, barely getting over the rejection. But with time it got better and to this day, his friendship with Noah was still strong. He was grateful to have the other man in his life.

“Look Kurt, I’m not sure what to say to make you feel better. Maybe give him some time, see if in a few days he’ll answer a phone call or a text. And if he does, then you can try again from there. But you also have to accept that if he really doesn’t want to try, it’ll be his loss but you’ll have to move on.”

“I know,” Kurt said, smiling a little. Talking with Noah always helped, no matter the situation.

“Are you coming over this weekend?” Puck asked after a few seconds of comfortable silence. “You have not met Claire yet, I have to say, she’s really cool. Maybe Finn found The One this time.” He laughed at his own joke. It was common knowledge that each time Finn had a new girlfriend; he was convinced she was the one.

“Don’t jinx it for him!” Kurt joked right back. “I’m not sure if I’ll come, it depends how things go during the weekend. I’ll text you to let you know.”

“Okay, well, take care of yourself then, babe.”

“Thank you, Noah.” Kurt’s tone translated how much it meant to him that his friend was always there to listen to him when he needed him.

“Don’t mention it.”

“I love you, Noah.” Kurt smiled.

“I love you too, Kurt. Say hi to the kids for me and give a high five to Paolo for scaring the shit out of Blaine.” He ended his sentence in laughter.

“You’re awful!” Kurt laughed too, feeling a lot better.

“You still love me,” Puck teased his friend.

“Bye, Noah,” Kurt giggled.

“Bye, buddy.”

Kurt hung up and put his phone on the nightstand. He lay on his back and closed his eyes breathing deeply, the scent of Blaine still present in the room. He waited for the sadness to engulf him again but it did not come. He felt oddly serene for a few minutes. He let himself go, clearing his mind of all thoughts.

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Blaine was three stations away from his place when he took his phone out of his pocket and started typing a text to Kurt:

I’m really sorry about this morning, I screwed up and…

The musician sighed as he hit the delete button and started a new text:

I told you I don’t do kids, Kurt, I should not have accepted the date last night even though it was one of the best night I’ve had in a long time…

Frustrated, he modified what he had written:

I told you I don’t do kids, Kurt, I should not have accepted the date last night. I do like you but…

The lady next to him sent him a strange look as he groaned and pressed quite aggressively on the delete button again.

He was about to start on a new text when he saw that he had reached his destination. Sighing, he put his phone back in his pocket and walked to the exit of the metro. While on the platform, he hesitated trying again but then he resigned himself and walked up that stairs that led to the street.

Even if he had texted Kurt, it would not have changed anything. Their situation remained the same; Blaine was a single man who couldn’t stand children and Kurt was a single father. They simply could not match.

And yet, when Blaine thought back to earlier that morning, he could remember the warmth and tenderness of what he had felt after they had both come down from their orgasms.

“I can’t remember the last time I felt this good being with someone.”

Kurt’s tone had sounded so open and sincere, his eyes boring into the musician’s intensely. Blaine had been about to answer that it was the same for him. But then, reality had crashed back in and now he did not know what to think or feel anymore. He knew deep down that getting over Kurt would not be so easy. The other man had managed to get through his walls and tip-toe inside Blaine’s heart already.

Blaine was not in love, though. He couldn’t be.

He tried to convince himself of that as he walked towards his building, humming ‘As time goes by’ under his breath.