Hit me like a ray of sun
Burning through my darkest night
Youre the only one that I want
Think Im addicted to your light
I swore Id never fall again
But this dont even feel like falling
Gravity cant forget to pull me back to the ground again

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“Woah….” Kurt started to fall backwards, but Blaine's hand on his arm caught him in time. 

Chuckling, Blaine made sure Kurt was standing straight on his own before letting go. “Just hang on to Sam and me for the first few laps until you get your footing.” 

Sam lifted his head when he heard his name being said. “What?” He finished tying the laces and got up, gracefully moving to Kurt's side with an ease he envied. 

It wasn't often that Kurt felt awkward and uncoordinated, but he did here. Sam held out his arm, and Kurt took it. Blaine took hold of his other arm, and they dragged him through the doorway. What the hell was he doing here?

“Keep your feet angled out in a V, and just do small steps.” Sam told him, leaning close to be heard above the disco music. The room was fairly dark, a disco ball reflecting the neon lights over the floor and the walls. 

Looking down at his feet, Kurt tried to match the motions of Sam and Blaine. “How did you guys get so good at this?” 

Blaine laughed, looking over at Sam. “We played hockey growing up. You may have noticed that Sam is wearing a Chicago Blackhawks jersey.” 

“Oh, is that a hockey team?” Kurt asked, struggling to stay upright. The logo looked vaguely familiar. 

Sam and Blaine looked at each other, chuckling. Sam answered. “Yes, Kurt. They are one of the six original NHL teams and have been around almost a hundred years. They won the Stanley Cup in June.” 

Kurt nodded. He made no secret that he didn't follow sports. “Is ice skating much different than roller skating?” He was starting to get the feel of the motions, and getting a little braver. 

“The motion is similar. But the clothes are a little different.” Blaine smiled, looking at a guy skating near them in an outfit that involved a lot of spandex and faux fur. 

Kurt chuckled. He nudged Sam. “So, how does it feel to be in the minority for once? You are probably one of the few straight guys here.” 

It was LGBT night, and it was obvious in all the same-sex couples skating hand in hand, circling the rink. Some were dressed in club clothes, something kind of flashy, but most were in regular clothes like jeans and hoodies. The roller disco was housed in an abandoned church, the stained glass windows still in place, but all the pews and the alter gone.

Sam shrugged. "I think Im managing OK. Besides, with you holding onto my arm for dear life, everyone is going to think were boyfriends."

Blaine pouted jokingly. "Hes my boyfriend! Id tell you hands off, but Kurt would probably fall over." He chuckled as Kurt almost lost his balance and scrambled to stay upright.

But Kurt was secretly smiling to himself as he clung to their arms. It was the first time Blaine had called Kurt his boyfriend, and it felt so good. But after all the sex, cuddling and talking theyd had today, Kurt had never felt closer to Blaine.

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"So, what was it like living in France?" Sam slurped on his milkshake, looking over at Kurt. 

Kurt paused, thinking of how to sum up his experiences. "Wonderful and awful. Everything has its good and bad sides, you know? Its fantastic to be somewhere so different and exciting, but I missed people back here and being able to hang out with them. The shopping is amazing, but my wage isnt that high and the cost of living is more expensive. The people are so sophisticated and attractive, but sometimes Id feel like a big, dumb American around them. But generally, overall, Im loving it."

Sam nodded. "What kind of work are you doing?"

"Im in a teacher assistant program that runs until April. Im teaching English to elementary school kids. When Im not there, I do some work at a little bistro nearby." Kurt took a sip of his Diet Coke. 

Blaine looked over at Kurt in surprise. "You work in a bistro? I didnt know that. What do you do there?"

Shrugging, Kurt played around with his straw. "My classes arent back to back, so I ended hanging out at the bistro a lot and got to know the owner, Andre. I needed some extra cash and he needed some help, so it worked out OK. I work in the kitchen, serving, whatever is needed."

"Garçon!" Blaine joked, pretending to wave Kurt down. 

"Yeah, yeah, I get that sometimes. But its been fun, getting to learn about French cooking and wine, talking with various customers." Kurt shrugged again. 

Sam smirked. "And you probably met more men there than at the school." 

Kurt glanced over at Blaine, not feeling comfortable discussing his dating history when things were so new between them. Hed dated and had fun in Paris, but nothing too serious had come out of it.

"I saw your Facebook posting after the terrorist attacks. Even though you werent near them, it must have been terrifying." Blaine gave Kurt a concerned look. 

Sighing, Kurt looked down. It was still hard to talk about this, even though it had been over a month. "Yeah, well... I was over at Pierre and Etiennes place that night, and when we heard about what was happening, they insisted I stay with them. The government was telling everyone to stay inside that weekend, with the mourning period and everything."

"Do you know anyone who was hurt from it?" Sam asked.

Kurt shook his head. "Not really. One of the teachers at the school had a nephew injured slightly, but hes doing ok now. Ive never met him."

Blaine just shook his head. "It must have been scary going back to your regular life after that."

"Yeah, totally. I had been exploring the city, wandering around a different neighbourhood every time I had a day off, and I had walked by that theatre, had been on those streets." Kurts voice dropped at the end, almost unaudible. 

Blaine scooted closer, putting his arm around Kurt and holding him close. They were all silent for a few minutes. 

Sam cleared his throat. "Well, its good to have you back here for a visit. Blaine was weird when you left."

Blaine gave Sam a bit of a glare.

"Come on, Blaine. Admit it. You moped around for about a month after Kurt left. Sure, eventually you got dating Adam for a bit, but I could tell you werent really that into it." Sam raised an eyebrow as he glanced over at Blaine. 

Looking over at Blaine, Kurt smiled to see that he was blushing a little. He gave Blaine a bit of a squeeze and rested his head on his shoulder, loving being able to finally touch him whenever he wanted. 

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"When is your flight to Chicago?" Kurt was spooning up behind Blaine after wonderful morning sex. It was their second time waking up together and he could get used to this. Already, being away from him for a week in Ohio and later being back in Paris seemed unfathomable. 

Blaine snuggled back into Kurts embrace, warm and sated. "I leave Thursday and Im back Monday." He was looking forward to seeing his brother and old friends, but hed never been that close with his parents. They cared more about their fancy parties and keeping up with the Joness than their sons. 

"Do you have a lot of friends around during holidays?" Kurt thought of his plans with Rachel, Mercedes, Tina and Artie. 

Blaine nodded. "Sam is there, and we usually get in a few hockey games with the old group, and go out drinking. Plus I have some geek friends that will probably want to see Star Wars again." 

Kissing his neck, Kurt smiled against his skin. "Want to borrow my R2D2 costume?" 

"As if I could fit into those pants!" Blaine rolled over, facing Kurt. "You hardly even fit into them, not that Im complaining." He reached down, cupping Kurts ass, tracing over the shape that had so often mesmerized him. 

Kurt smiled, closing his eyes and enjoying Blaines touch. Leaning forward, he kissed him lightly, liking the feel of his slight whiskers. "What am I going to do without you for a whole week?"

"What am I going to do without you for four months?" Blaine groaned, dipping his head to kiss the side of Kurts neck. It was something hed been thinking about so often. It didnt seem fair that they were going to be apart so soon after they had just got together. He loved that they were both so interested in continuing this, even with the obstacle of Kurt being away for a few months.

Kurt tilted his chin up, loving the feel of his kisses. "I get two weeks off at the end of February. You should come visit."

Blaine bit into his skin lightly, liking the little mark it left behind. "But I dont speak French."

"Well, Ill be with you so youll do OK. Or, we could meet up in London instead." Kurt smiled, thinking of exploring the city together. 

Blaine backed up to look Kurt in the eye, to judge if he was really interested. "Id like that. But Id probably haul you around to geeky places like the Harry Potter studio tour and Madame Trussauds."

"We could alternate days, one day of your stuff, next day mine. No complaining." Kurt wondered if they would get along well, travelling. But they had spent a lot of time together in the summer, and did fine. Then again, after being apart six weeks, they would probably spend the first few days in bed. "Or we could have a romantic reunion in Paris and take that high speed Chunnel train to London. Plus, theres Eurodisney right outside Paris." Kurt added things he thought might appeal to Blaine. 

"Mmmmm you had me at romantic reunion." Blaine shifted closer, kissing Kurt more intensely. 

As much as he enjoyed it, Kurt pulled away. "We dont really have time for another round. Arent we meeting Sam for shopping pretty soon? I need shower time."

"We could shower together." Blaine whispered in Kurts ear, his hand lightly stroking over Kurts cock, smiling to himself when he felt it getting harder.

Kurt groaned, unable to resist Blaines touch. It had like this since Saturday night. A quick touch, and Kurt was hard, ready, like they hadnt already had a sex marathon the last few days. Had it ever been this good, this hot, with anyone else? Kurt didnt think so. 

Imaging Blaine wet and naked had Kurt pulling away, dragging them both to the bathroom. Starting the shower, Kurt stepped in and Blaine followed. They played around, taking turns soaping each other up, wet, slick skin frequently sliding over each other. Blaines fingers massaged shampoo into Kurts scalp, bringing out a low moan. Kurts hands were similarly talented, the pads of his fingers pressing in small circles through Blaines thick hair. 

Towelling off, Kurt combed his hair, put in a little product, and applied shaving cream to his face. Blaine had done the basics with his hair, but was distracted as Kurt bent towards the mirror as he shaved, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. 

Stepping right behind Kurt, he kissed along Kurts shoulder, looking forward into the mirror to see Kurts expression. Smiling, he kissed up Kurts neck, knowing by the hitch in his breath how aroused Kurt was getting. Pushing a little on the towel, it dropped to the floor, and Blaine ran his hands over Kurts ass. 

"Blaine..." Kurt said, his tone half-warning, half-wanting. 

Reaching down, Blaine grabbed the towel, folded it quickly a couple times and dropped it onto the floor. He knelt down on it, encouraging Kurt to spread his legs further apart as he kissed over his cheeks. When Kurt complied, Blaine put a hand on Kurts lower back, encouraging him to bend forward over the sink. 

Spreading Kurts cheeks, Blaine dove right between them, kissing, licking and sucking Kurts ass, his tongue teasing with little circles and flicks. Kurts moans were constant, his hips jerking when Blaine hit a particularly good spot. 

He heard the medicine cabinet open and Kurt passed him a bottle of lube and a condom. He was thankful he had stocked up so well. Well-lubed fingers worked Kurt open, as Blaine kissed over his ass cheeks and the back of his thighs, sucking and biting on the tender skin occasionally just to feel Kurt jump. 

By the time he had the condom on and was well-lubed, Blaine wasnt sure how long he would last. Standing behind Kurt, he watched his expression in the mirror as he pushed in, one slow steady stroke. So hot, so tight. 

Kurt must have wiped off the shave cream with a washcloth, but hed missed a couple spots. Blaine liked seeing him a little messy, unable to resist interrupting what he was doing for sex. It was so hot. This position was the best for deep thrusts, but he usually missed being able to watch Kurts face. The mirror was fantastic, watching Kurts eyes as he sunk into the sensation, pushing back to meet Blaine's thrusts, shuddering when a stroke rubbed over his prostate and he tilted his hips up to the perfect position for more. And Kurt's eyes were on Blaine's, as he lost himself in the pleasure, a hectic flush on his face. There was the sense of watching from a distance while being in the moment. 

It was hot and intense, both already so aroused from playing around in the shower. Blaine's hands clenched on Kurt's hips, and he sped up to a fast, pounding rhythm that had Kurt crying out, begging for more. Their eyes met and held as Kurt came, without his cock even being touched, and Blaine followed him a heartbeat later. 

Being in the washroom had it's advantages and disadvantages. It made it easy to get a warm, wet cloth to clean up, and the trash can was close by for the condom. But there was nowhere near to rest wobbly legs and regain your breath. It took a few steps, before they dropped to the edge of the bed, falling back to rest for a few minutes. 

“You'd better text Sam that we'll be late.” Kurt said after a few minutes.

Groaning, Blaine reached over for his phone from the bedside table. “It's the second time we've been late meeting him, Kurt. He's going bug me for weeks.”

Kurt scoffed. “Who was the person who suggested we shower together? Who was it that pulled the towel off someone who was shaving and …”

“…Licked you open and fucked you until you begged for more?” Blaine smirked, rolling over to kiss Kurt hard. “Totally worth it.”

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A/N: -Church of 8 Wheels - Converted church that is now a rollar disco. $15 gets you in and skate rentals. Website here.

Teaching Assistant Program in France: About 1,100 Americans each year teach english for seven months to students of all ages all over France. Link here.

Terrorist Attacks in Paris: On Friday, Nov 13, 2015, there were coordinated attacks around Paris. There were suicide bombers outside a football stadium, mass shootings and a suicide bombing in cafes and restaurants. The theatre Kurt mentions is Bataclan Theatre, where a heavy metal concert was taking place when three gunmen opened fire on the crowd. 89 people were killed at the theatre, and 130 total in all the attacks. Link here.