Kurt trailed his fingers over his shelves. Some of the things he remembered but there were bits of Blaine everywhere. A few photos, clothes in the wardrobe and drawers, his copy of the photo Kurt had taken with him and a guitar he didn’t remember the younger teen owning. Did he live here now? He remembered what Blaine had said about his parents during their relationship and couldn’t see them coping with a broken Blaine, but his own parents would. Kurt walked over to the bed and looked at it. It was definitely slept in, on Blaine’s side and it smelled of the honey-eyed man.

Kurt laid next to Blaine, watching him sleep in the early morning light. The pale blue and yellow creeping across the carpet, flooding across the bed and washing them in light, highlighting Blaine’s tanned face, his dark, curly hair and making his thick eyelashes flutter. He could so this forever, he didn’t know how he’d gone for five months without this. Blaine’s warmth flooded through Kurt. They weren’t anywhere near ‘ok’ but they were getting there and he’d do everything he could to be Blaine’s again.

The weeks passed and Kurt did his best for Blaine and his family. He hung out with his dad, helping Finn at the garage, helping Carole with Christmas plans and winning back Blaine’s heart and trust.

They spoke more than they ever had; before they’d just rolled with the relationship, knowing they loved each other and being together, but after the Chandler issue and couples therapy they knew that it couldn’t work that way. Now it felt like they were getting to know each other all over again. Blaine had a life and Kurt was slotting into that.

He’d text Blaine daily, sending pictures of him and Finn working in the garage, the disaster of the kitchen when he and Carole had been baking cookies and Finn had decided to start a flour fight and song lyrics he thought would make Blaine smile.

Blaine walked out of Math with Sam, talking about Kurt’s plan to take him to dinner; before they’d always gone together, now it was Kurt taking Blaine. It gave him a warm, special feeling in his chest. His phone signalled a text message received and he paused, took it out of his pocket and opened it. He opened the text, telling Sam it was from Kurt. ‘I’m wooing you’. He giggled, putting his hand over his mouth. Sam looked over his shoulder and laughed. “Dude that’s so cute. He’s like old school winning you back. What are you gonna say back?”

Blaine grinned, tapping his message out. “I’m being wooed. Doing it right.”

Sam sniggered and replied. “You two are like sickly sweet. Call me when you need a dentist for those cavities.” He walked away, not wanting to be late for his next class which wasn’t with Blaine.

“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you!” Blaine called, laughing as Sam flipped him off as he walked through the doorway of the classroom further down the hall.

Blaine sat across from Kurt, tucking into their spaghetti carbonara. Blaine bit his lip and put his cutlery down, making Kurt look up and do the same. “Kurt I know you’ve been spending these last few weeks wooing me and we’re getting on better than we’ve ever done but something’s been troubling me.”

Kurt swallowed. This couldn’t be good. “What’s that baby?”

Blaine slid his hand forward, watching as Kurt slid his hand into Blaine’s, remembering all the times they’d done this before. He looked up through his eyelashes at Kurt and bit the bullet. “I know you had, and still have a life in LA and I know you love me but we haven’t talked about the future in the long run, will you be going back to LA when you get me back? What happens to us?”

Kurt pushed his plate away and asked for Blaine’s other hand across the table. He looked into Blaine’s eyes and hoped the younger teen could see the sincerity in his eyes. “Blaine I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you on the stairwell, I stayed in love with you through our problems with Sebastian and Chandler, and I stayed in love with you when I was gone. I will go back to LA. My life and career is there but I have a life here too. I won’t run again, you mean too much to me and I don’t want to hurt you like that again. I won’t just up and go when you say we’re official again, I’m planning on staying around until you graduate but if there’s an audition I will try for it.”

Blaine smiled and nodded, letting out the breath he’d been holding. “Ok. Thank you, Kurt and I hope you do get auditions, I want you to be a star, you will be one day and I’ll be a singer and we’ll be superstars.”

Kurt laughed, looking at the man he loved fondly, Blaine could be so adorable. “Ok Blai. I know you don’t quite trust me still but you will.”

Blaine smiled at him and tucked back into his food, his left hand still joined to Kurt’s right.

Kurt smiled as he walked towards Circle K, surprised anyone had let him get this far. He knew his parents and Blaine were trying to give him space but really? Asking him to go to the place he’d gone last before leaving town, and them all, behind? That was just a test. He considered it. It would be so easy, just to keep walking past the store, down past the stop signs, past the old truck stop, over the crosswalk and out of town, and then he saw it. Stapled to a pole by the turn in to the store was a laminated sign. His own eyes stared out of the picture and Kurt’s mouth dropped open slightly. It was faded and slightly run together with the rain but he could make out ‘Missing Teen’, his name and details along with his parents, Blaine and the local police’s numbers. He looked back towards home, another wave crashing over him. He’d hurt them all so badly.

He made a decision as he leant against the pole, stood up straight and strode into the store. As he walked out he ripped the sign down.

Blaine jumped as he heard Kurt walk into their bedroom; he’d watched the glasz-eyed man walk up the path, a strut in his walk that made Blaine’s mouth water. He’d almost followed Kurt when they sent him to the Circle K, just to see if he’d run or not. He looked up at Kurt as he slammed a box of hair dye down, his breath catching until he saw the colour of the dye. Dark brown. Blaine looked back up and got up, grinning at Kurt and accepting the hug Kurt offered. “You’re staying.”

Christmas came in a flurry of tinsel, snow, singing and overeating. Burt sat on the couch, half asleep watching the TV, Carole was asleep next to him and Finn was snoring loudly, having passed out an hour ago in Burt’s seat.

Kurt and Blaine sat on the floor of their bedroom, giggling over stories of Christmases past and the two they shared, one singing  Baby It’s Cold Outside as friends flirting and the second as boyfriends. Kurt had dug out the promise ring of gum wrappers Blaine had given him and was wearing it proudly. Blaine had given him his present earlier, a book of songs he’d written and a scarf from Tom Ford. Kurt dug in his bag and told Blaine to close his eyes. He drew out a small box and put it in Blaine’s outstretched hands. The younger man opened his eyes and raised a triangular eyebrow at Kurt.

Kurt smiled and opened the box revealing a platinum ring and a chain taped to the top of the box. “Blaine I know we’re not ready for marriage or anything like that. This is a promise ring. I promise to love you, to care for you, to cherish every word you say, to treasure every movement you make, to believe you in everything, to trust you with all I have, to understand you and make sure everything you want, need and deserve; you get. I promise to go after my dreams and help you fulfil yours and wherever I go that I can’t take you, I promise to come back. Please wear this on the chain around your neck until the day you want to wear it on your finger, a promise that one day, when we can, we’ll replace these rings with wedding ones.”

Blaine burst out crying, overwhelmed with love. “Oh my God Kurt, yes! I will. I love you. I may not trust you fully but I love you.” He took the ring out of the box with trembling fingers and almost dropped it twice. Kurt helped him lace the chain through, watching it slide down to the middle before Kurt placed it around his neck and they fell into each other’s arms, kissing deeply.

They’d been making out for a while, their lips bruised and puffy, tongues tangled around each other’s and their bodies sealed together, rutting against each other. Kurt trailed his fingers down Blaine’s chest and slipped his finger under Blaine’s waistband, the younger man panted under him, pupils blown wide with want. “Please Kurt.” Blaine whined.

“Please what baby?” Kurt leaned down, licking Blaine’s lips and pulling down the sweatpants and underwear trapping Blaine’s erection.

“More, please more.” Blaine moaned, his eyes followed Kurt as he leant over, grabbing the lube out of the drawer.

Kurt smirked, popping open the tube. “You sure you want more, baby? You don’t want to stop?”

“Nooooooo.” Blaine cried out, his muscles clenching as Kurt’s fingers trailed down his chest again, now wet with lube and under him, drawing the hazel-eyed man’s knees up and planting his feet on the mattress before slipping into the cleft of his ass, circling the pucker and slipping in.

“Do you trust me?” Kurt whispered, his voice low and heavy with desire.

“Yes.” Blaine gasped as he writhed under Kurt. He knew he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t trust the man that walked out on him 5 months ago but right now he didn’t care. Kurt’s fingers bruised his hips as he ground down on his other hand, the fingers working deep inside him, trying to open him, to tear him apart, to find that spot that made everything white and so deliciously hot.

Blaine’s hips faltered as Kurt found it, his fingers pressing and massaging. “Oh. Oh fuck Kurt!” His eyes screwed shut as his orgasm hit, ropes of cum splashing over their chests, his chin and the bed sheets. Blaine whimpered as the fingers left him, Kurt leant over him and pressed their lips together, kissing deeply and passionately.

Blaine felt Kurt’s cock line up to his hole and froze. He looked up at Kurt above him; Kurt was smiling, looking at him with adoration. “I love you Blaine.”

Blaine gulped. He’d missed Kurt so much and he’d die if Kurt walked away now but he felt like he’d die if Kurt didn’t sink into him, make him his again. He nodded slightly, breathing deeply. “I love you too Kurt.”

Kurt moved, pushing past the first ring of muscle and Blaine’s eyes screwed shut again, his body arching up, only stopped going too far by Kurt’s hand on his belly. Oh fuck it hurt. After so long he’d become as tight as their first time, even with Kurt’s preparations it hurt. Tears pricked his eyes and he tried to breathe deeply, letting Kurt sink in further, his cock filling his body inch by inch. Finally he felt Kurt’s balls settle against his ass and started breathing, sucking in gulps of air as Kurt watched him, a fond smile curving his beautiful lips.

Slowly Kurt drew out and pushed back in, building up a rhythm and Blaine let himself get used to the feeling, the pain turning into stretch and burn before disappearing, the sensations of stretch and pleasure all he could feel. They kissed deeply as Kurt built up speed, fucking him more thoroughly than they ever had done before. As horny young teens with no more than a few hours to fumble around and explore they’d usually either been slow and loving or awkward, hilarious, passionate rolls but this, they made love with the experience of 5 months apart, wanting and desiring but never having. 5 months apart from the loves of their lives had turned them into men.

Kurt angled his hips and found Blaine’s prostate, watching as the younger man arched, keening quietly and panting. He leant down, his hips thrusting hard and deep against Blaine. Kissing the other man’s lips he whispered. “Open your eyes for me baby, let me see you.”

Blaine whimpered and opened his eyes, their foreheads resting against each other’s as Kurt thrusts became more powerful, precome slicking Blaine’s passage more, building friction between them. Kurt licked and bit at Blaine’s lips and moved down to his neck and shoulder, biting hard, grunting as his balls drew up, his orgasm nearing.  His free hand that wasn’t holding onto Blaine’s hip snaked down, running over Blaine’s cock and balls, feeling how near the other boy was as he arched and cried out loudly. He squeezed, his hips slamming hard into Blaine, getting as deep as possible.

Their orgasms washed over them, Kurt ripped his mouth away from Blaine’s neck as his love beneath him cried out, cumming for a second time and clenching down around Kurt’s cock. He thrust a couple more times, his cock as far into Blaine as possible and let go, his cum flooding Blaine’s insides, dripping out and onto the bed as he unloaded 5 months of need into his boyfriend.

They panted as they came down. Kurt slipped out of Blaine and rolled onto his side. Blaine clenched his eyes shut; his knees had locked during sex and were giving him a hard time for staying bent so long. Finally they cooperated and he lay down, rolling over to look at Kurt, ignoring the sticky trail that flowed out of him.

They smiled at each other, a little awkward. In the back of his mind Blaine was still worried that Kurt would up and leave. He knew the other man didn’t want to be here, he’d said so enough times, had given the impression of it when they’d spent any length of time together. He’d heard Kurt on the phone to his agent, he wanted to go back to Los Angeles and Blaine knew, in the end no-one could stop him.

Blaine knew this day was coming. As he sat on the bed, his head bowed and watching Kurt pack his case he had the overwhelming urge to grab Kurt’s case and throw it out of the window. Instead he settled for a loud sniffle.

Kurt turned and looked at Blaine. Their eyes locked and he could see the hurt in those beautiful golden eyes. He walked over and sat beside Blaine. “I’ll only be gone a couple of weeks Blai, you knew I had a life when I came back here. I need this part.”

Blaine closed his eyes, when he opened them again they were full of tears, blurring his view. “But I need you. I’ll miss you Kurt. What if you don’t come back? You promised to see my graduation. I don’t want to have to do this again.”

Kurt rested his forehead against Blaine’s and wiped the tears from his handsome boyfriend’s face. “I will come back Blaine. I know you don’t trust my promises anymore just yet but I will. I love you so much. It’s just two weeks, and then I’ll be back. I’ll see you graduate, you’ll move to LA, you’ll go to Northridge and we’ll be together forever.”

Blaine hiccupped through his tears. “When you say it like that…”

Kurt cuddled him, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend tight, kissing his neck. “I love you and I’ll see you in two weeks. We’ll be alright.”

Blaine nodded and stood up with Kurt, they kissed deeply before Burt cleared his throat. They both blushed and Kurt backed away, whispering I love you until he’d left the room. The front door shut a minute later and Blaine was alone again. Finn walked in, he hugged Blaine and patted his back. “It’s only two weeks dude. He’ll be back soon.”

A few days later the phone rang as Blaine left 3rd period. Kurt’s voice screeching down the phone. “I got the part! I got the part! They loved me! Oh Blai I wish you were here baby, oh my god! I have to go, ‘Cedes is here we’re going out to celebrate. I’ll phone you later ok?”

Blaine laughed, his excited tears too hard to hide as Sam raised an eyebrow, grinning and Brittany clapped her hands together singing “Yay Kurt’s a star, Kurt’s a star!”

“I wish I was there too. Call Coop, he’d love to hear. I’m so proud of you Kurt. I love you.” He hung up as Kurt shouted he loved him back as Mercedes laughed in the background.

The call that night never came but a text from his brother the next day that they’d all gotten wasted and fallen asleep on Cooper’s floor calmed his worry.

Kurt didn’t call the next day.

Or the next.

Blaine was getting worried until he left Glee and heard a familiar voice behind him as he turned the corner. “Looks like I’m not the only star in the family, Mr lead male Glee National Champ.”

 Blaine’s eyes widened and he turned around, almost flattening Kurt with his hug as he leapt into the older man’s arms, the others laughing around them. “Oh my god you’re here! I thought you weren’t coming home til Wednesday?”

“Yeah baby because I had second call-backs but they wanted me so much they asked me in the next day,” Kurt looked at the others and Mr.Schue who’d just come out and was grinning at him too, putting on his best Katharine Hepburn voice he drawled. “And anyone who can ace an audition still half-drunk my dear, deserves that part.”

Blaine giggled into his neck as the others laughed, hugging them. Mr. Schue pointed back to the choir room and they all walked in. Kurt looked around in awe, his arm still around Blaine’s waist. “Wow, it seems so long since I was last here.”

Tina sighed happily. “I feel a song coming on.”

Kurt looked at her, amused. “Me? Pft, I haven’t sung in months.”

Artie turned around, parking his wheelchair and clapped. “Come on Kurt! Sing for us. Hey why don’t you and Blaine sing together?”

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other and Brittany chimed in. “Yeah you haven’t duetted in like, forever, come on please?” She said, drawing out the l.

Kurt looked at Blaine, smiling. “Well I can’t say no to that, how about it Blaine?”

Blaine blushed, looking up at Kurt through his eyelashes. “I’m in; I’d love to duet with you again.”

“No songs about dead birds or candles right?” Sam said and they all burst out laughing.

Kurt started singing, his eyes fixed lovingly on Blaine who blushed and joined after the first two lines.

I tried to paint you a picture, the colours were all wrong

Black and white didn’t fit you

And all along, you were shaded with patience, your strokes of everything that I need to just make it

And I believe that time can tear you apart

But it won’t break anything that you are

You are

We won’t say our goodbyes you know it’s better that way

We won’t break, we won’t die

It’s just a moment of change

All we are, all we are, it everything that’s right

All we need, all we need, a lover’s alibi

I walked a minute in your shoes, they never would’ve fit

I figured there’s nothing to lose

I need to get some perspective on these words before I write them down

You’re an island and my ship has run aground

Time can tear you apart

But it won’t break anything that we are

We are

We won’t say our goodbyes you know it’s better that way

We won’t break, we won’t die

It’s just a moment of change

All we are, all we are, is everything that’s right

All we need, all we need is a lover’s alibi

Every single day that I can breathe, you changed my philosophy

I’m never gonna let you pass me by

So don’t say your goodbyes you know it’s better that way

We won’t break, we won’t die

It’s just a moment of change

All we are, all we are, is everything that’s right

All we need, all we need, a lover’s alibi

So don’t say our goodbyes you know it’s better

We won’t break, we won’t die

The song ended and Blaine leant into Kurt’s arms, the others cheering around them. Kurt noticed Blaine’s hand against his heart, the promise ring around his finger.