“What?” The word was but a ghost of breath and Kurt scurried to explain.

“I can’t-…”

“I knew I shouldn’t have called you.” Blaine tore his eyes away from Kurt’s turning into himself, alone with his desperate, pained thoughts. “I knew I was closing any doors that might have been open. I should have tried…I should have pushed Bath to reset their chain…I shou-…”

“Blaine.” Kurt tried to reach forward, but Blaine pulled away, still trapped in himself.

“I never thought you’d…was I reading you wrong? Did I push too hard? Was I expecting the imposs-…”

“Blaine.” Kurt scooted across the couch, chasing Blaine’s hands as he pulled from him, running his fingers through his hair, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I…I fucked everything up. I thought maybe…after…I thought…”

Kurt finally caught an arm and held Blaine’s wrist. Hard. Tight. His eyes searching and grabbing for Blaine’s gaze. “Blaine. Stop. Look at me.”

“I just figured…I’m really…I thought we’d be o-…”

“Look. At. Me.”

Finally, finally – mostly by chance as Blaine’s eyes darted all over the room and skimmed by Kurt’s – he stopped. He held his breath. He looked and saw and Kurt had his attention. “Blaine. I’m. Still. Here.” Kurt wiggled his grip to Blaine’s hand lacing their fingers together. “But I can’t do…this…anymore. I can’t keep saying that and then walk away from you pretending like I’m not…” He had to catch his breath. He was a speeding freight train and wanted this to be heard. To count. “…like I’m not desperately in love with you.”

Blaine sucked in a breath and exhaled in a simple, raspy, “Oh.”

“These impossibly huge feelings I have for you…can’t be…they can’t be relegated to bad puns and flower deliveries anymore.”

“Oh. God.” Blaine brought Kurt’s hand up to his lips and started kissing each finger as Kurt talked, his feelings exploding like Mentos and Coke all over the place.

“I’ve been listing all the things that we loved – the sleepovers and the underwear dances and peach milkshakes and sleepy morning sex – trying to tell myself that just because you have this beautiful, amazing, created-with-the-most-perfect-love son we can’t do them anymore. And that’s ridiculous – I can’t do that anymore. I can’t keep talking to myself like that.”

“We can still do all of those things…and more.”

“I know.” Kurt blinked and smiled, completely getting it. “I know. And I can’t wait to get started.”

Blaine opened his mouth to speak and nothing came out. A hint of a smile dusted his eyes, mirrored in Kurt’s. All he could utter was a whispered, “Me either,” against Kurt’s fingers.

Kurt looked at their knotted hands, still resting on Blaine’s lips and leaned in to kiss at Blaine’s knuckles, their noses brushing, cheeks blushing. “I want those warm blankets back and I want you back. Us. We’re too amazing together to walk alone anymore.” Their eyes lifted to the other’s in one breath.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Blaine pulled back a hair's breadth and smiled, the relief, the joy slowly spreading across his face, landing in his eyes with a sparkle. “So.” Blaine dotted Kurt’s hands with a few more kisses, his eyes never leaving Kurt’s anxious gaze. “This is where I want to kiss you.”

Kurt mirrored Blaine's broad smile, the memory of that night weeks ago when he had to say no. Kurt happily changed his answer. “This is where I say yes.”

With a tenderness Kurt had never experienced before, Blaine untangled their fingers and cradled his face, holding Kurt’s gaze as he breathed a soft I love you before pressing his lips to Kurt’s. As the kiss deepened, Kurt could have sworn he felt the sea of blankets that had so unceremoniously been yanked off, envelope them again in warmth. In comfort. In peace.

***

Kurt pulled away first, breathless, both having been lost in time to the simple softness of the other’s lips, the warmth of their tongues, the gentle thrum of their hearts beating together again. They rested their foreheads together as Blaine traced the outline of Kurt’s jaw with a finger, sneaking it up to graze over the moist curve of his lips.

“Kurt. You’re still here.”

“I’m still here. And…I just want to love you.” He sat back a breath and brushed his fingers over Blaine’s cheek, capturing his wide-eyed gaze. “Now.” He kissed him softly for one more reassurance. “Can I? Love you?”

Blaine’s eyes darkened and he sighed a broken yes and pressed a kiss to Kurt’s forehead and stood, taking his hands to join him. “Come on.”

They walked upstairs without a word, the steps of the old house creaking under their feet, their fingers laced together as Blaine lead the way, squeezing slightly as they approached Adrian’s door. “Just a minute.”

Kurt stood in the doorway and watched Blaine approach his son’s bed, a corner nightlight bathing the room in a soft blue hue. Blaine bent down to kiss his son's temple and Adrian stirred sleepily, his voice hushed. “Daddy, you’re home.”

“I’m home. Thank you for helping me today.”

“Hmmm?”

“You had a nice time with Kurt. That’s important to me.”

“Mmm-kay.”

Blaine chuckled at the groggy boy and kissed him again, twirling a loose curl around his finger. “Love you, Buddy.”

“Love you too.”

As soon as Adrian’s door was latched, Blaine took Kurt’s hand again and lead him into his room. He closed the door behind them and in the darkness, took Kurt’s face in his hands again, capturing his lips as though he might never get the chance again. With a rush of push and pull, arms and tangled fabric, they rid themselves of their shirts, clinging together in wet sloppy kisses as they stumbled to the bed.

Blaine hit the mattress first, pulling Kurt down with him with an oof and giggles, hands and fingers fumbling in the dark to shed shorts and pants, only to get caught up in belts and stuck zippers and stubborn hooks. “Jesus. Lights. Blind and desperate do not mix.”

Kurt found the bedside lamp and switched it on, a golden glow illuminating the room. He fell back onto Blaine scooping under his arms to bring their hips together, erections fitting together against their partially opened clothing. “Oh god, I’ve missed you.”

“Mmm…every day.”

They curled their bodies together, never close enough then pulling back to taste, to kiss, to suckle, and dive in again, perfect friction rutting and sliding more and more. “Missed us.” Kurt kissed and nipped his way down Blaine’s chest and abdomen, sliding off the bed to shed Blaine’s pants and briefs with one swift motion. His groan was deep to his toes, Blaine’s erection springing free.

Kurt sighed a yes as he squatted down between his legs, snaking his tongue under the bend of Blaine's knees, nipping, biting, sucking and licking up his thighs, one hand reaching up and taking hold of his cock, firm and warm, thick and heavy in his hand.

“You’re so beautiful.” Kurt couldn’t do enough. Couldn’t say enough. He had been such an ass, dragging this whole process out so long with self-doubt, with second guessing, with unnecessary uncertainty. He had to show him. Had to love him. Had to take care of him.

He stroked Blaine, gathering the moisture at the tip of his cock, twisting and soothing, using his other hand to cup and caress at his balls, kissing his hips, thighs, the crease between. With a nip to the top of his thigh, “Open your legs more, love…I want to taste you.”

“Ohhh, fuck…”

Kurt chuckled as Blaine’s curse turned into incoherency when Kurt pushed his thighs up, spreading him, nipping and licking his way at the roundness of Blaine’s ass and finally, languidly licked up the crack, circling, laving at his puckered hole. He abandoned Blaine’s cock to spread his cheeks apart, mouthing and licking at him as Blaine writhed beneath him, lifting his ass off the bed and Kurt just followed, letting him take him as he could.

He traced Blaine with a finger, slipping in knuckle deep, slick with spit and pulling out, replacing it with his tongue a slow switch of hard and soft, hard and soft, tonguing and fingering as Blaine slowly came unglued.

The intimacy, the delicacy with the passion, it all met with Kurt’s heart, wanting Blaine to understand, to know. He wanted all of him. He wanted to give him everything. With one final lap of his tongue over his balls, over the thick vein of Blaine’s cock, he peeked around with a wry grin, his fingers still circling and teasing at his hole. “Lube?”

Blaine breathlessly lifted his head, his eyes heavy lidded, his mouth slack and swollen from biting his lip trying not to cry out. With a heavy hand, he pointed to the bedside drawer. “I can’t move…”

“I’ve got it…” He took Blaine’s hand and wrapped it around his own cock, stroking with him, kissing the tip as it peeked through their hands. “I’ll be right back…keep…going.” He paused long enough to watch Blaine fist himself and licked his lips, words failing him at the gorgeous sight. He quickly found the lube and condoms and bent down to suck at Blaine’s neck, exposed and flexed as he jerked himself. “Kiss?”

“God, yes. C’mere.” Blaine grabbed at Kurt’s neck with his free hand, pulling him down, drawing his tongue into his mouth and groaning at the heady combination of Kurt, of him. Kurt pulled back and slicked his fingers with lube, fisting Blaine’s swollen erection with him as he crawled onto the bed.

“Scoot back.” Blaine settled higher on the bed, Kurt between his legs. Kurt swirled his tongue around the head of Blaine’s cock as it peeked through their fists on a down stroke, taking over as Blaine’s hand fell to the side, twisting in the sheets, fighting every urge not to thrust up into Kurt’s mouth. He slid his hand between Blaine’s legs, caressing, soothing, sinking one, then two lubed fingers into him, watching, listening, waiting for the resistance to ease before stroking in rhythm with his mouth.

Soon, he slipped a third finger in, Blaine’s hands buried in Kurt’s hair pushing him down onto his cock as Kurt relished in him, sucking and pulling, his tongue swirling between each stroke.

“Kurt…please. I need you.”

Kurt hummed around Blaine and pulled off with a sloppy, saliva strung pop. He eased his fingers free and grabbed at the condom he’d tossed on the bed and teethed it open, quickly sheathing himself. “I’m right here.”

Blaine’s hand landed on the lube bottle and he squirt some on Kurt’s cock, stroking him together. “I love you.”

“I love you.” Kurt hiked up on his knees and ran his hands up Blaine’s thighs and patted them. “Roll over.”

Blaine gave a sultry grin and rolled to his stomach, looking back as he hiked onto all fours, wiggling his ass as Kurt rubbed the roundness of it before pulling him closer by the hip. He drug his fingers down his crack one more time, slipping a couple in for the pure pleasure of it, sliding his dick up the cleft of Blaine’s ass. “My God, you are stunning.”

Blaine reached down and took hold of himself, cupping his balls and arching his back, opening himself more, his body begging. “Please…Kurt.”

“Fuck, Blaine.” And that was it. Kurt guided himself to his beautiful, slick-soaked hole and pushed in, hissing at the tightness, at the curves and ripples and sinew of Blaine’s back as he eased his body to fit.

“Now. Move. Oh, Jesus.”

With a slow drag and deep groans filling the room, Kurt pulled back and sunk back in, bottoming out and circling his hips before pulling out again, setting up a delicious, deliberate rhythm that Blaine matched on himself. Kurt watched as his cock slid into Blaine, stretching him as he hissed and moaned beneath him. Pulling back, he caressed Blaine’s ass and thighs, admiring every muscle, every curve.

As their pace increased, Kurt pulled at Blaine’s hips, bringing him closer and bent over his back, kissing and nipping at any skin his lips could find, dragging his fingers up his sweat-slicked abdomen. “You feel so right. So perfect.”

Blaine turned to kiss Kurt, lifting them both upright, curling his arm around Kurt’s neck, sinking his fingers into his hair as their tongues tasted and played in the small space between them, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm, give and take. Every bit of skin that could be touching was, back to chest, thigh on thigh, calf on shin and of course the white hot heat in the center of it all. The intensity overwhelming as Kurt stroked over Blaine’s prostrate with every few thrusts, whispering promises and apologies hot in his ear.

Blaine fell to all fours again, winded and wound tight, Kurt’s motions becoming more sharp. He grabbed at Blaine’s shoulder and pulled him back as he thrust deeper, harder, faster. More and more and Blaine’s ass was slamming against Kurt’s hips and it was all he could take as the tension coiled inside just aching for that luxurious release.

“Blaine…so close…” and Blaine reached back to pull Kurt in, digging his nails into his thighs as Kurt slammed into him one, two, three more times. Kurt bit back a shout, his orgasm ripping through his body, sweet, perfect release, filling Blaine as he snapped his hips with each wave.

He curled onto Blaine’s back again, breathless, ripples of pleasure easing through him as he slipped from Blaine’s body and they tumbled to their sides. Kurt wrapped himself against Blaine’s back, licking at the soft skin behind his ear and took hold of him, moaning at the thick weight in his hands. “Roll over. Let me take care of you…”

“No.” Blaine rolled to his back but pulled Kurt’s hand from him, combing his fingers through Kurt’s hair and kissing his furrowed brow.

“No?”

Blaine found the condoms and pulled one out, grinning. “You have the energy?”

Kurt groaned – a sound so animalistic he almost didn't recognize it himself, his body still languishing in post-orgasmic bliss, but oh yes. More was absolutely fine. He grabbed the bottle of lube that rolled against his back and waited for Blaine to take the lead, sheathing himself, losing himself for moments at his own touch. “You’re amazing.”

“Because of you.” Blaine patted his thigh and stroked himself a few more times. “Hop on, love.”

Kurt grinned and straddled Blaine’s waist, coating his fingers as Blaine watched, mouth open, eyes tracing every inch of Kurt’s body. Kurt reached around to finger himself, sighing with broken breath as he sunk down on his own fingers, Blaine's nails digging into his thighs.

As Kurt worked himself open, Blaine took hold of himself and Kurt’s cock, hardening again, stroking them together slick and hard and hot. “Damn…look at you, Kurt.”

Kurt smiled down, his body lithe yet strong, graceful yet powerful, the dichotomy, the combination intoxicating, enchanting, quite possibly the moments Blaine loved best – when he, and only he, could see the full of Kurt, inside out, outside in. He wanted all of him. He had him all.

“I’d rather look at you.” In one swift motion, Kurt lifted up and guided Blaine’s cock, slowly lowering himself down, guttural moans filling the room as he fully seated himself on his hips. “Fucking hell…”

And the dance began again, slow and measured, every motion worthy of time spent, every touch igniting the air. Kurt, tired and in need of Blaine’s arms around him, curled down, nuzzling in his neck as Blaine pistoned up into him slow and steady then ragged and desperate, his hands scratching down Kurt’s back, his moans and grunts filling Kurt’s ears, the whole of his senses.

Kurt sat back up, Blaine scooping his hands under Kurt’s thighs, holding him there, pushing harder and faster into him until his breath shifted, his eyes caught Kurt’s, watching him stroke himself, his body an undulating wave of movement over top of him, smooth and graceful, yet matching Blaine’s ragged pace, choreographed and true.

“Can you come again, baby?”

“Oh yeah…Christ, Blaine.”

In moments, in strokes they came together, frantic and pulsing, white hot heat in and around and through. As Kurt collapsed, Blaine held him in his arms, covering him with kisses, slicking their bodies together as they moved and breathed and tangled, melting into the sheets, into each other, landing breathless and blissed. Kurt settled next to him, legs twining, kisses slowing as they found purchase from their luxurious highs.

Kurt swirled his finger over Blaine's belly, dragging a finger through a string of come on Blaine’s belly and sucked it clean. He chuckled as Blaine lead his finger to do it again, bringing it up to his mouth instead. He groaned, watching his finger disappear into Blaine’s mouth, the intimacy and sexiness of that simple act making him curl up even closer, wondering if it would ever be enough.

“God, I love that.”

Kurt pressed soft kisses on Blaine's chest, a smile behind each one. “What part?”

“Well, all of it, but…watching you. Watching you come undone. Just for me. Makes me feel like I could conquer the world.”

“Ah well… you've surely conquered mine.”