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Nov. 20, 2012, 9:51 p.m.


Bites: Le Dessert


E - Words: 5,100 - Last Updated: Nov 20, 2012
Story: Complete - Chapters: 7/7 - Created: Sep 17, 2012 - Updated: Nov 20, 2012
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Author's Notes: Warnings: light foodplay!kink, switch!klaine (so both top and bottom, don't like, don't read), blowjobs.

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Kurt tried to remember whether he locked the kitchen properly or not. Ever since he agreed on going home with Blaine, his memory turned foggy - and that also had to do with Blaine squeezing his knee during their taxi-ride and leaning in close to press tiny kisses on his jaw, cheek and lips. It was almost as if Blaine was continuing to distract him from freaking out and leaving, but deep down Kurt already knew there was currently nothing he wanted more than Blaine naked and spread out on a decent bed.

He was grateful they reached Blaine's apartment block in a short amount of time, and after Blaine tossed some dollars to the driver, he stepped out and reached for Kurt to come along.

They didn't speak, not even about little things like where Blaine lived or the weather. All they did was glance at each other as they went through the front door and into the elevator. Blaine seemed strangely nervous, something Kurt thought should be more applied to him, but somehow he hadn't felt this relaxed since he took a French spa a couple of years ago - and that was saying something.

The elevator doors slid open and Kurt was the first to enter the hallway. He looked over his shoulder to find Blaine leaning against the nearest wall, staring at Kurt with an adoration he hadn't seen on a man's face in long time.

"What number?" Kurt asked as sultry as possible.

Blaine pushed himself off the wall, gesturing further down the hallway and led the way. Eventually they stopped at number 301 and Blaine's hand shook as he tried to open the door with his keys.

"I've -" he said, and Kurt was glad he was still able to talk, "I've only been living here for a month now." The lock clicked and with a screech the door opened. "So, I'm sorry it's a bit empty, and a mess," he added, stepping in first.

"Hey," Kurt shrugged, "You promised me a rug -" He passed Blaine, walking into the apartment and wasn't really surprised that Blaine had been exaggerating about the mess. The room was neat, a bit empty, yes, but decorated with a simple touch - dark colors combined with white on the walls and in front of the couch there was indeed a very soft looking rug on the floor. "A bed -" he continued, and spotted a door that probably led to the bedroom. Blaine closed the door behind him, reaching for Kurt's coat to take it off. "And tiramisu." He turned around, catching Blaine by surprise, his coat halfway down. With a simple shrug he threw it on the floor, latching his freed arms around Blaine's neck and pretending he didn't hear him suck in a sharp breath.

"Kurt -"

"Now, I do hope you have some condoms and lube lying around somewhere, because otherwise we're going to have a problem."

He tried not to be too satisfied with the little moan that escaped Blaine's lips, except he couldn't deny he felt like he was in an overpowering position - and what a lovely position to be in.

Suddenly Blaine grabbed Kurt's waist, squeezing hard and surged forward to press his lips against Kurt's. It was a hard kiss, only lips touching and didn't last long as Blaine already pulled back.

"You can't say shit like that," he muttered, hands trailing to the front to the lower buttons. His hands had already been close there, remembering it alone made Kurt blush, but this time he was reaching for the lower buttons of his slightly dirty chef's coat.

"I can say whatever I want," Kurt countered back. He started to let his fingers trail through the soft curls that became longer as he went up and took a firm grip on them, pulling Blaine's head back to expose his neck. "And do whatever I want." He kissed a spot underneath his jaw that had been begging for his lips ever since they started to fool around back in the kitchen.

He felt Blaine swallow, letting out tiny whines as he trailed up to let their mouths join into a more sloppy kiss. His breath started to hitch and the first button of his shirt was already undone without him noticing.

"You're so beautiful," Blaine gushed, resting his cheek against Kurt's. "I could just stare at you all day." His voice was raw and scratchy and sounded more amazing than the pop of an expensive, seven year aged bottle of Chardonnay. "This okay?" he asked softly, afraid to continue undoing the rest of the buttons. He pulled his head back and searched an answer on his face, making Kurt feel unsure for a millisecond. It was the first time Blaine asked if it was okay what he was doing - unlike before where he just asked if he wanted it, and not even asking specifically what he wanted. Blaine's eyes were pleading while awaiting an answer, but he also looked anxious, never in all his years of knowing Blaine, had Kurt seen him without his usual confident air.

"Do you want it?" Kurt managed to ask, voice breathy. Blaine's entire face widened in surprise at the question, looking down to the floor for a moment before looking back. "I thought we were already pretty clear I want it, but do you?"

"Kurt!" Blaine gasped. "I've - yes, there's nothing more I want. I want you, I've always wanted you."

"Then stop asking me silly things if it's okay because I didn't sign up for that," Kurt said harsh, hands going down to Blaine's collar and lower to the buttons of his shirt.

Blaine shook his head for a second before the sly grin returned. "Yes, chef," he murmured and together they started to hastily unbutton each other's shirts.

The more skin was revealed underneath the fabric, the dryer Kurt's mouth became. He always wondered how Blaine would look completely naked, mainly because it was practically obligatory when seeing him for the first time and now he would actually see it in the flesh. And touch it. And most probably lick and taste it. Oh yeah, definitely lick it, he thought after the final button popped and a long stripe of bare skin appeared between the two halves of his shirt.

Blaine's hands stilled on the button he was working on, his head looking down at Kurt's hand that was slowly reaching for his lower abdomen. The muscles contracted underneath his touch, flinching back and Kurt didn't let the hesitation scare him off. His hand glided over the warm skin and soft hairs and he went to help Blaine take his shirt off.

Kurt hummed approvingly as the chest was finally revealed completely, the shirt somewhere discarded on the floor. He kept his hands on his shoulder, squeezing a little to bring Blaine back from wherever his mind was.

"I believe you were busy with something?" He used his calm chef voice, making Blaine snap back up and without even a blink he went on more frantically to undo his shirt. Kurt couldn't even grasp the concept that after several months he was finally going to be naked with a man again - not to mention it was going to be with Blaine, and as soon as the shirt was on the floor, Kurt pulled him close.

Blaine's blunt nails scraped over the panels of his back, his hands lingering down his spine to finally take grip on his ass. Kurt arched up, only his toes touching the floor and he even allowed Blaine to lift him up, just like he did in the kitchen merely an hour ago. He kept himself steady on Blaine's shoulders as he was being carried to, hopefully, the rug and seconds later he was being lowered to his back.

Blaine let go of him, standing up straight while Kurt propped himself up on his elbows. He felt shameless, feasting his eyes on Blaine's well-defined torso and purposely licked his lips. Blaine grunted a little, blindly taking off his shoes and kicking them away.

"Is the rug to your satisfaction?" Blaine mused. Apparently he didn't wear socks as he walked forward, a bare foot aside each of Kurt's thighs. Kurt let his fingers rake through the soft threads; it was thick and definitely better than the kitchen floor. He hummed approvingly, raising his knee up so his leg was between Blaine's and gently lifted his calf to let it rub against Blaine's already bulging crotch. "Kurt -" Blaine choked.

"The waiting time is way too long, honey, better kick it up a notch."

"You're going to be the death of me," he said, giving Kurt's leg a little smack so he would lower again. Kurt cocked his head to the left and gave him an amused smile. "I'll just -" Blaine turned around to eye the room to which Kurt thought led to the bedroom and snapped back quickly, "Get some... preparations... and then I'll be at full service."

"I like chefs who prepare." Kurt didn't know where the words were even coming from, but somehow they kept on rolling off his tongue. Blaine smiled crookedly, promising he'd be back shortly and in the time he was gone, Kurt took off his shoes and socks. His pants were tight and his cock felt neglected even though it was going to get more attention than it did the past few months, and as he was feeling impatient, Kurt trailed his hand down to palm himself through his pants.

"Jesus," he heard someone say softly and he looked up to find Blaine to be back, dropping a bottle of lube and some foil packets on the floor. It was also then Kurt noticed Blaine already got rid of his own pants, dressed only in a pair of tight black briefs and the bulge even more obvious than it was before. "Decided to start without me? How rude."

Kurt didn't even get the chance to reply, letting out a surprised squeak when Blaine practically dropped himself entirely onto him. He was straddling his hips again, a hand slipping behind his neck to pull him into a sweet and honest kiss that quickly turned heated. Kurt softly bit Blaine's lower lip and held it between his teeth as Blaine tried to pull back. Blaine answered with another forceful kiss, and the hand that was previously on Kurt's neck darted down over his chest, reaching all the way down to the zipper he knew very well how to undo. After some pulling and shuffling, Kurt was finally spread out naked on the rug, watching Blaine's eyes take in every inch of his body and let out a hum in anticipation.

He could barely believe how unashamed he felt. His skin was highly oversensitive and even the tiniest touch made him gasp. "Blaine," he whined, hoping he would get the hint to get rid of his briefs as well.

Blaine rolled off of him, viciously taking his briefs down and before he could roll back onto him, Kurt was already pinning him down.

"Kurrrt," Blaine said, drawling out the r. His eyes were closed, his long lashes fanned out against his cheeks and he was breathing heavily through his mouth, lips parted.

"Hmm?" Kurt hid his face in the crook of Blaine's neck, pressing soft kisses up until he reached his jaw. Blaine was positively panting underneath him and with every slight move Kurt made, he felt Blaine's hardness slide against his thighs.

Blaine freed his arms, wrapping them around Kurt and lowered until his hands took a firm grip on his ass. Kurt let out a soundless gasp.

"Mio Dio," Blaine muttered and let his fingers dig in deep into the flesh, spreading the cheeks, and Kurt shot up forward when a finger grazed his entrance. "Want you."

Kurt smiled. "I thought we already stated that."

 "No," Blaine said and Kurt looked up to meet his eyes, "I want you." A heavy silence grew between them.

"Want me how?" Kurt asked, whispering. Blaine seemed to look at everywhere except his eyes, licking his lips before he leaned up to kiss him softly. "Blaine," Kurt said, cutting his kiss off, "stop it and tell me - do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes." It came out softly, and Blaine wasn't done yet. "But I also you want you to fuck me."

It startled Kurt for a moment, looking down at the man that looked so much like the Blaine he knew, but he also looked like an entire different Blaine. A hot feeling grew in his stomach as he imagined sliding in and out of this gorgeous man and suddenly it felt like everything came together - it wasn't like they had to stop after one round. They both wanted it, so why not have it?

"What do you want first?" Kurt asked and Blaine's eyes widened rapidly. He didn't even answer, instead he let the finger that had been grazing his hole circle it more intently. Clear enough, Kurt thought and cupped Blaine's face to demand another kiss.

They started to fight for control - control of the kiss, control of the touching and control of who was on top. Finally Kurt gave in and let himself be rolled onto his back, Blaine mouthing down his chest with sloppy kisses.

"So. Damn. Beautiful," Blaine said against his skin, a kiss between each word. Without a warning, Blaine turned him so he was lying with his chest against the rug. Almost automatically he arched his back, giving Blaine the full view of his ass. He started to tremble underneath the strong hands that were kneading every given part of his body and when he felt Blaine's breath against his ass, he was pretty sure he was going to collapse. The breath didn't linger long. Suddenly Blaine moved away and Kurt was about to complain until Blaine handed him a pillow.

"Seems more comfortable," Blaine mumbled as an explanation and Kurt was actually grateful, clasping the pillow between his arms and rested his head on it. A hand nudged his legs to spread wider and Blaine settled himself between them. Blaine seemed to take his time, hands roaming his thighs and back until they harshly grabbed the cheeks of his ass and spread them as far as they could. Kurt moaned, arching up even further. One hand disappeared and he heard a faint pop somewhere. He didn't think it through and soon a slippery finger started to circle his hole, dipping in every so often and eventually pushing in completely.

Blaine was breathing raspy, as if he was holding himself back and Kurt didn't want such nonsense. Quickly he demanded more, rolling his hips back and forth and fucking himself down on the finger. Blaine didn't even hesitate complying and adding a second one, crooking his fingers and widening his entrance. They started to move together, all the way until three fingers spread him enough and Blaine started to lose his self-control - finally.

"Ready," Blaine said, but not really as a question. He was sort or less stating it and Kurt only had to nod once into the pillow before Blaine removed his fingers and the distinctive sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open tickled his hearing.

He couldn't see what was going on, but the grunt that Blaine let out said enough that he was lubing his dick up. The thought alone of Blaine touching himself, made Kurt's cock throb heavily between his legs. He wanted to reach down and stroke himself to oblivion once again, except the slow torture of letting Blaine have control was more thrilling than a quick release.

The overheated hands returned, holding the sides of his waist and his entire body was bursting with apprehension of what came next. Slowly, almost excruciating, Blaine guided himself inside, partially covering Kurt's back with his upper body until he was completely buried inside Kurt. Together they let out a sigh of contentment.

Kurt felt completely full, letting out breathy moans as Blaine kissed the pan of his right shoulder. He moved his hips like he did before, dragging Blaine out slowly and moved back quickly to let him snap in again. Blaine started to thrust faster, holding so tight on Kurt's hips and ass he was sure it was going to leave marks - and the thought of that only turned him on more.

"Merde," he cussed loudly when Blaine was perfectly aligned to hit his prostate with every thrust.

"S'that good, Tesoro?"

"Shut up - ah - and fuck me," Kurt hissed back, not wanting to give Blaine any praise even though he deserved it because fuck - if this wasn't the most perfect sex he had ever had, he seriously needed to rethink his life choices. From the way Blaine was now forcing him down by grabbing his hair to the sounds Blaine was making - everything was overwhelming and perfect.

Blaine stopped talking, only letting out grunts and whines as he thrust harder and harder. Kurt could barely take it anymore, having trouble keeping himself steady and up and soon Blaine was holding him up all by himself. His limbs were too heavy and the heat was already gathering in his belly, coiling up quickly and begging for release. Blaine seemed to notice and pulled him back, sinking into him completely and reached down to just touch Kurt's throbbing cock. Kurt mewled and fell apart by a simple touch. There were stars scattered across his vision and he managed to stay conscious long enough to feel Blaine hold him tighter as they came together. The last thing he remembered was coming over Blaine's hand and Blaine whispering his name before he closed his eyes and sunk away deep in his afterglow.

xXx

Kurt woke slowly, easy and a bit lazy, and stretched out his entire body.

"Well hello there, sleeping beauty," he heard Blaine whisper and opened one eye to see him lying next to him on his side, still naked and utterly gorgeous. He had a dopey smile on his face, eyes never leaving Kurt's face and the smile even turned more toothy when he noticed Kurt was looking at him too.

"Did I - did I pass out?" Kurt asked unsure and wanted to disappear into the floor when Blaine nodded. With a grunt he hid his face in the pillow, ignoring Blaine's husky chuckle.

"Not for long," Blaine cooed and Kurt let out a huff into the pillow, "just long enough for me to clean up and I must say you look adorable when you're sleeping." A kiss was pressed on the start of his shoulder. "And actually, right now, you look very delicious." Teeth scraped gently over the spot he kissed previously and Kurt couldn't help but smile, turning his head to face him and was stunned how lovingly he found Blaine staring at him. "Hey," Blaine said softly, his bedroom eyes even darker than before.

"Hey," Kurt said back, wanting to reach out for him but Blaine started to scramble up. "Where are you going?" he asked while Blaine walked naked to the large kitchen area that took up a major part of the living area - a typical chef's trade.

"'Gonna whip some cream," Blaine answered nonchalantly.

Kurt turned around to lie on his back and frowned confused. "Why?"

Blaine looked over his shoulder, sending him a wink before opening the fridge. "So I can lick it off you," he said and bent over, giving Kurt a full display of his perfect round ass. His body suddenly felt far from tired and started to buzz with anticipation. He sucked in a breath when his sensitive cock twitched with interest against his thigh, but decided to ignore it for a moment as he watched Blaine pour in some liquid cream into a bowl. Blindly Blaine reached up to get small bottle that had a few vanilla beans and Kurt noticed there were no mixers around - meaning Blaine would most likely whisk it by hand.

There was something utterly arousing about watching Blaine doing his thing in the kitchen. He always looked like he knew exactly what he was doing, especially back in school, and watching him do it completely free of clothes and still unstrung from the sex sent sparks all over Kurt's body.

He sucked in a sharp breath when Blaine grabbed the whisker, turning around with the bowl in his hand to face Kurt and started to whip up the cream with fast motions. His arms were tensing and the muscles flexed under the pressure but it didn't keep Blaine from whisking it until it turned fluffier.

A few long minutes later the cream seemed to have reached the substance Blaine was aiming for and after giving Kurt a smile he turned around to search for something. From one of the cabinets he fetched something that looked like a napkin, and Kurt shouldn't have been surprised that Blaine owned piping bags - he did have some at home himself when he felt like decorating cakes and pies.

 With a spatula Blaine filled the bag with the cream and tested the iron tip by squeezing out a little blob on the sideboard. Apparently it passed the test because Blaine turned around with the most wicked grin on his face. He held the piping bag in front of him as he walked back to Kurt.

"It's not the most stable cream, but I'm sure we'll comply," he said, sinking down onto his knees. Before he could start, however, Kurt beckoned him up.

"Tasting," he said teasingly and Blaine stared at him dumbfounded. "Come on, it has to get past the chef first." He opened his mouth and licked his lips, cheering internally when Blaine let out a squeaky noise. He let his tongue dart out again and Blaine reached to squeeze a little blob onto it, but before he got to taste the sweetness, Blaine's lips were on his and he licked most of the cream into his own mouth. From what hit his taste buds - Kurt could tell the cream was outstanding.

Licking the last bit of cream from his lips, Blaine shuffled back to get into the best position to create a trail of cream over his chest and abdomen. He was about to squeeze out the first droplet, but suddenly stood up straight.

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked, honestly worried.

Blaine looked down to the unpacked condoms that were discarded on the rug and turned back to Kurt.

"Well," he said, "I kind of want to lick cream from a certain body part -" Kurt flushed red, the certain body part in question hardening again, "and I was wondering if we needed - " Blaine was adorable when he was nervous, "do we need protection for that?" he blurted out.

Kurt cocked his head to the side, a smile decorating his face. "Come here," he said softly and Blaine leaned forward to accept the kiss Kurt was offering. "We don't," he answered after breaking the kiss, "unless you want to."

Blaine apparently didn't because he immediately dove back into his work: covering Kurt with all kinds of blobs of cream all the way down from his breastbone, over his stomach and up to the head of his half hard cock.

The piping bag was sent down to the floor, mostly because of Blaine's impatience and Kurt could see a flash of his tongue as he dipped down to lick up the cream located on his chest.

Kurt dropped his head in his neck, enjoying the wet feeling of Blaine's tongue - leaving no inch untouched. He let his tongue swirl over his nipples, biting down softly resulting in a grumbling noise escaping Kurt's throat and continuing downward. He sucked on certain spots, like right above his belly button and a bit of cream was smeared on his cheek. Kurt was almost itching to lick it off himself but then Blaine shuffled down to take in his cock without even licking off the cream first.

"Blaine!" Kurt exclaimed, surprised at the sudden warmth around his dick that turned him completely hard inside Blaine's mouth. Blaine sucked in the cream, bobbing back and forth and released him again. His fingers curled around the shaft and with teasing licks Blaine continued. Kurt started to moan louder, grabbing Blaine's sweat-damp hair with one hand and the threads of the rug with the other. He felt like he was holding onto his life as he fell apart underneath Blaine's care, and he tightened his grip on Blaine's hair. Blaine took him in entirely again, his throat relaxing while he let his tongue swirl.

Kurt kept on whining Blaine's name and he knew he needed to stop him before it was too late. He forced Blaine up by his hair, surged forward, and smashed their mouths together. There were hints of cream mixing with their general tastes and Kurt managed to make Blaine lie down on his back with himself on top of him.

"You're excellent at that," he whispered against his lips. He had the need to tell Blaine that, even though he disliked praising Blaine - at least, he thought he didn't like giving Blaine compliments. He was still confused how different this Blaine was in private and wondered if he could be like this outside the protective walls of his apartment. But there was no time to examine that thought further, because Blaine somehow got his hands on the bottle of lube and pressed it into Kurt's hand.

Kurt kept Blaine on his back, wanting to see Blaine's face as he fucked him, and spread out Blaine's legs to settle in between them. He didn't tease him like Blaine had - as soon as Blaine relaxed under his touch, he let in a slick finger to widen him. Blaine was letting out the most delicious sounds as he fingered him open, slipping in another finger, and when he crooked his fingers up he was rewarded with a gasp as he hit his prostate. He was even more sensitive to it than Kurt was and it was making him all the more eager to hit it with his own dick.

"Kurt, Kurt - please, please -" Blaine begged, reaching out for Kurt's hair to drag him up. Kurt grabbed a condom and rolled it up his cock, lubing it thoroughly before lining up with the stretched entrance. He placed his arms sideways of his head, admiring the lustful look on Blaine's entire face. Carefully he let one hand down to guide himself inside, let out shaky breaths at the tightness surrounding his cock.

He moved slowly, languidly and lowered himself down onto Blaine's chest - face close to Blaine's ear and he nipped the earlobe gently.

"Regarde-toi," Kurt whispered and Blaine shivered all over his body. "Magnifique," he continued, "all beautiful and needy for me."

"Kurt -" Blaine gasped, grabbing Kurt's hips to make him thrust faster but Kurt wasn't giving in, and rolled his hips again slowly.

"You asked me whether I speak French to my lovers, remember?" Kurt pressed a kiss on his jaw. "Are you pleased now?"

"Yes, fuck yes," Blaine said breathily, "faster, come on, please - "

"Tssk." Kurt's head shot up and he grabbed Blaine's chin to force him to look at him. "Everything goes too fast nowadays," he said and kissed him softly. "Fast food, people thinking in quantities of food instead of qualities." He thrust in again, swallowing Blaine's grunt by kissing him again. "People eat their food fast and defensively, not wanting to share goodness for their own sake. No, people should enjoy the slower things more." His nails scraped over Blaine's scalp, resulting in more delicious noises coming from him. He pulled out of him and pushed back in, hissing in pleasure.

"Kurt," Blaine said brokenly.

"Yes?" Kurt looked into his dark eyes, smiling softly while continuing to drag in.

"I - I -" Blaine bit his lip and kneaded Kurt's hips.

"What is it, mon cher?" Kurt knew he wasn't going to last long anymore, despite already coming twice tonight. He quickened his pace a notch and mouthed at Blaine's jaw.

"I - you're amazing." He said it so fast that Kurt doubted he heard him correctly. He also considered that Blaine meant to say something else, but the heat started to coil up again. Blaine reached down to stroke his own cock and moments later they came - Kurt first and Blaine following shortly after.

Kurt dropped his dead weight on Blaine, dragging carefully out of him. Blaine muttered something unintelligible and seemed a bit sleep drunk. Come started to dry between them, making Kurt feel sticky.

"Let's shower," he proposed.

"Too tired." Blaine's voice was thick and sleepy.

"Shower and then bed."

"M'kay."

Kurt stood up, unrolling the condom and tied it up. He spotted a garbage bin in the kitchen.

"Help," Blaine said and held out his hand as a hint to make Kurt help him stand up. Kurt did so and threw away the condom as they passed the kitchen to get the bathroom.

Lazily they showered together, simply leaning against one other as they cleaned each other. Kurt dried them off and asked if he needed to lock anything, but Blaine mentioned everything was already done.

Blaine dropped himself onto the bed, cocooning himself into the blankets and beckoned Kurt to join him. The bed dipped under his weight and before he could even install himself in the bed, Blaine wrapped himself around him with his entire body. Kurt smiled into nothing, switching off the single light on the nightstand. They were naked, warm, and entirely spent.

He was about to fall asleep when he heard Blaine say something softly.

"Stay."

Kurt opened his eyes again and looked down, wondering if he heard him correctly.

"Stay," Blaine repeated, just as soft. "Don't leave in the morning, don't hate me, stay and let me make you breakfast. I can make you Italian coffee, which is the best, so please - stay." His voice was pleading and broken, and it was confusing Kurt more and more.

"I - I have to go to the fish market in the morning," he said, damning his logical brain for remembering that.

"Oh." Blaine loosened his grip in defeat.

"I have to go early, I'm making bouillabaisse," Kurt damned himself even more, until he found the perfect solution. "You can come with me?" Blaine looked up and even in the dark Kurt could make out the shimmer of hope in his eyes. "And after that I make you breakfast while you make me that cup of coffee."

"Hmm, what are you making me then?" Blaine asked teasingly.

"We'll see, let's sleep first."

Blaine returned to his comfortable position against Kurt, resting his head against his chest and tightening his grip around his waist again. Kurt closed his eyes and trailed his hand through Blaine's damp curls until he fell asleep, realizing he couldn't leave in the morning without Blaine even if he wanted to.

 

End Notes: Thanks for reading and your patience for this part - I've been moving and mid-terms and all, so I hoped you enjoyed it and the next part there's gonna be some trouble ;)

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Eeep! Thank you :3

This is so beautiful and romantic :3

Aww, that was so sweet :) I hope the 'I love you' will come soon <3And please don't make them hate each other in the next chapter :(

Next part will have all the confused ~feelings

Fluffy smut is the best kind of smut. :) Thanks for updating!

Noooo No trouble pleasee. I hope they don't hate each other but I have to say the fighting and snappyness between them is awesome. I loved this and am sooo happy they hooked up and like each other and Kurt gave in :/. Great chapter I can't wait for the next one

That was hot and delicious and just overall perfect. Another wonderful chapter, Daphne. You never fail to amaze me with your brilliance.I'm excited for "some trouble".- Georgia (omgilovedarrencriss)