When Kurt came home that evening, he nearly walked into Tash, who was just about to leave by the looks of it.

"Oh, hey there! How was your tour around the hallowed halls of Parsons?" she asked cheerily, throwing some last minute items into her handbag.

"Good. Apart from the fact that I hyperventilated and almost fainted when we came to the part of the school where Marc Jacobs worked in..."

"Oh Kurt," Tash laughed, pulling him into a quick hug and pressing a kiss to his cheek before turning back to the mirror in the hallway to make sure her hair was still perfect. "You would. Are you going to be okay when I leave you alone for the rest of the night?"

Kurt just rolled his eyes at her, reaching out to push a stray strand of her hair back into place. "I'm sure I'll survive. Where are you going?"

"Out, with Steve and some of the other guys and gals I met today," she replied, slipping into a pair of heels Kurt very much approved of. Though he didn't want to know what her feet would look like at the end of the night.

"Steve as in the Steve that hit on you the other day?"

"Yup, that one. But he got the message and he was nothing but perfectly appropriate today. Any other questions before I head out, Mom?" She winked at him as she passed him on her way out. It just earned her another eyeroll from Kurt.

"Actually, yes. How long do you think you're going to be gone?"

"Oh, someone's going to be a naughty boy tonight?" Tash smirked at him and he inevitably blushed.

"None of your business, Natasha," Kurt hissed at her. He assumed his death glare wasn't very effective due to the fact that he was still red as a tomato, since his roommate just laughed him off.

"Oh, there goes the full names. Calm down, Kurtsie. I'm just riling you up. I don't mind you having phone sex with sweet Blainers in here while I'm gone. Just say the words and I'm out for the night!"

Kurt didn't even think that statement worthy of a reply, he just headed for the kitchen to make himself something for dinner. Tash's shout of "And I expect you to return the favor!" was the last thing he heard before the door fell shut and he was alone in the apartment. Rolling his eyes once more both at himself and his roommate, though for entirely different reasons, he set about preparing everything. He wanted to have dinner out of the way as soon as possible so he could call Blaine on Skype.

Because having Skype sex was exactly what they had planned for the evening. They'd never tried it before - there had been no need to before now - but Kurt was rather positive that was what their 'talk' would result in. He was more than willing to give it a try - more than a week without his boyfriend and the simple knowledge that he wouldn't see him in person for a good while where enough to make him desperate for any form of release he could get. Sure, he could just get off by himself but it was so much more tempting knowing that Blaine would do the same at the exact same time, that he could watch and listen, no matter the horrible quality of both tone and visual.

Thus it wasn't much of a surprise when he'd finished his dinner and the dishes within less than an hour, eagerly logging into Skype, praying that Blaine was just as desperate and would be waiting for him already. To his utter relief that was the case and less than a minute after he came online the grainy image of his boyfriend appeared on Kurt's screen.

"Hey there, baby!" The sight of Blaine's happy grin immediately melted all the tension he hadn't even been aware of and there was nothing he could do but grin back just as widely.

"Hey there yourself."

"How are you? I know you've texted me that you're fine after the You-almost-fainted-because-of-Marc-Jacobs incident, but you tend to make light of stuff like that and I'm still worried." The look of concern on Blaine's face made Kurt's heart swell with love and affection. It wasn't really the kind of emotion he'd planned on for the beginning of the evening, but he wouldn't trade it for the world.

"Honey, I'm fine. I've been fine since I left that Starbucks and I just had dinner so I don't think I'll suffer from sudden dizziness or anything. No need to worry." Kurt was aware that the fond smile on his face probably looked dopy to anyone else but honestly, he couldn't care less. If loving Blaine so much it hurt was ridiculous, than he'd gladly make a fool of himself every waking moment of his life.

Blaine breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. It's just nice to hear it coming from you and see for myself. I love you."

"I love you too, so much." Kurt definitely hadn't expected how fast tears would be involved in this conversation. From the looks of it, Blaine's eyes were suspiciously wet as well.

"I know. God, I miss you so much. I know it probably sounds ridiculous since we're texting and Skyping all the time but... I just miss touching you and I miss your scent and your clothes and your voice and looking at you with you right next to me and... I'm not saying I don't have friends here because I do, but none of them just gets me the way you do. You're the love of my life and my best friend and I'm not sure if I can do this, Kurt." There was no way anyone could mistake the endless stream of tears on Blaine's cheeks for a fault in the connection anymore.

Kurt was shocked, to say the least. He'd known it was going to be hard and he missed Blaine to the point that it was painful, but if this was what it sounded like... He most certainly didn't want to go there and it was as far from his original plan for the night as could be.

"Blaine, I- think about it, honey. It's only been a week and we can do that and please, it's way too early to-" The rest of the horribly romantic speech in his mind that would surely save their relationship went lost in the incoherent sobs that were all Kurt's brain was able to produce at the mere prospect of Blaine giving up on them already. Apart from Rachel he knew no one in this city well enough to help him get through a break-up, even if only temporary, his main support system - apart from Blaine - being his family miles and miles away. He didn't know if he could handle being unable to share his first successful experiences in New York with Blaine - though he'd never want to cut the love of his life out of said life completely, he just knew he wouldn't be able to deal with the pain of trying to be nothing but friends with Blaine for even the shortest amount of time, not to mention a year.

And who knew - maybe Blaine would cope much better than Kurt and find someone else who wasn't states away from him and what if he'd expect Kurt to be happy for him when he'd tell him all about that new boyfriend? What if-

"Kurt? Baby? Kurt?" Blaine's panicked voice coming through the speakers shook him out of the trance he'd been in. He'd been so lost in his thoughts and the apocalyptic scenarios his overactive imagination was providing him with that he hadn't even noticed his boyfriend's attempts to talk to him.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine, sorry, what did you say?" he breathed in the general direction of his laptop, trying not to sound like his world was crashing down around him.

"Kurt! Oh God, baby, I'm not saying that I'm breaking up with you! I don't even know if I could if I tried! Please, just... Could you stop crying for me? It breaks my heart," Blaine hurried to say - a rather hypocritical demand in Kurt's opinion, since there were tears streaming down his face as well.

"You- you don't?" Kurt hiccuped, hating how pathetic he sounded. Still the tears wouldn't stop coming.

"Of course not! Baby, please. Please stop crying so much. It already hurts enough as it is, being apart from you for so long. And seeing you like this- knowing that I caused you this kind of pain- and not being able to hold you or anything-"

"Hush, honey. It's okay. I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions like that. It's fine, honey. Please, please stop crying Blaine, I can't stand seeing you like this, please."

It took them both a while and a lot of pleading and tears and reassurances until they were finally able to wipe away the last remaining traces of their crying from their cheeks, chuckling weakly at how pathetic they had to look.

"God, that definitely went different from what I had planned for the evening," Kurt smiled at Blaine, carefully pushing the pile of wet tissues next to him to the side so he could dispose of them later.

"Oh? And what was your original plan?" Blaine asked, looking curious and still way too beautiful, even with his face a bit puffy and red from all the crying and his hair all over the place. If it wasn't for the drying tears on his cheeks, his state could have resulted from an entirely different atmosphere...

Trying to keep his thoughts in check - he didn't really feel like now was the time to get horny - Kurt fought down the blush creeping over his face as best as he could. But even as he avoided taking a look at the image of Blaine on his laptop screen he could picture him clearly, the way he looked when they'd had sex, when he was just calming down from his orgasm... the stray curls that escaped the gel, the sated look in the heavy-lidded honey eyes, those wonderful, soft lips, by then swollen from all the kissing and biting down on them in an attempt to keep a bit more quiet, slightly parted and...

Even Kurt had to admit that his attempt to not turn this into a sensual scenario in his head had failed epically.

"Kurt? You're blushing, what-" Blaine's slightly concerned sounding laugh ended rather abruptly. Curious as to what would have caused the interruption, Kurt finally looked up - and promptly had to swallow heavily. Blaine's eyes were dark with arousal and glued to Kurt's crotch. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he was staring at, since Kurt's fantasy had obviously been even happier running away with the mental image of Blaine spread out naked and sated on his bed than he'd thought. This time the blush was more than evident and there was nothing Kurt could have done about it.

"Blaine" God, he sounded wrecked already to his own ears.

"The conversation, of course," Blaine muttered to himself, as if just remembering it. "Kurt, baby, where exactly did that conversation go in your plan?"

Kurt swallowed again, not sure if he could actually put into words what he'd been thinking about. On the other hand, he'd got so much better at doing just that and he and Blaine had come so far together when it came to the sexual side of their relationship... It had been his plan so he had to man up and pull through with it.

He was still struggling with the words when Blaine made the whole thing that much easier for him. "I sincerely hope you're about to say Skype sex because I don't care how odd it sounds given that we've just cried almost an hour in front of our laptops, but I'm incredibly horny right now and I want you so bad, Kurt. Please," he moaned, eyes already fluttering closed and the heel of his hand pressing into the - now that Kurt finally looked in the direction rather obvious - bulge in his jeans.

"Actually yes, I was about to say just that," Kurt replied breathlessly, his own hand developing a life of its own and sneaking down to press against his hard cock.

Blaine took another panting breath before he opened his eyes and looked at him. "Well, I don't know about you but my pants are way too tight for comfort. I think we should get rid of them."

Kurt couldn't suppress the giggle rising in his throat. "Blaine! You didn't just use that line, did you?"

Blaine's low chuckle came through the speakers in response. "Maybe. Can we ignore the bad line and get to the part where I can watch you masturbate while jerking off myself now?"

Kurt's breath caught in his throat at the mental images his brain was quick to provide at those words. "Yes, yes we can," he murmured, voice already a bit hoarse with arousal. Blaine heard it, too, moaning and pressing even harder against his - sadly still clothed - cock.

It didn't take long until their pants - along with their underwear and the rest of their clothes - were forgotten on the floor. After a bit of awkward shuffling with their laptops they finally had the webcams at an angle where they could see everything and it took even less time for them to have their hands on their cocks, their balls, their holes, neither of them having the patience for being any less than desperate for a quick release together.

"Kurt," how wrecked Blaine's voice sounded in that moment never failed to send a shiver down Kurt's spine. "Get the lube. Now. Please. I need to see."

Kurt knew exactly what his boyfriend was asking for and he wasn't about to deny any of them the pleasure. "Only if you do, too," he moaned, one hand already blindly searching for the drawer on his nightstand while the other continued pumping his cock. The groan he received in response was all the answer he needed right then.

Once they'd each grabbed their respective bottles of lube, they paused for a while, just looking at each other. Not a word was said when they flicked open the cap at almost the exact same moment, generously coating their fingers without really looking at what they were doing, too focused on each other's eyes. They still didn't look away when hands wandered down, further and further, until fingers were pressing against entrances. Kurt's eyes fluttered shut when he pushed the first finger in, immediately opening them again when he heard the tell-tale moan Blaine always let out when Kurt fingered him. He didn't want to miss a single second of this if he could help it and if Kurt Hummel was anything, in bed or otherwise, it was determined.

Fascinated, he watched as Blaine worked himself open, almost forgetting that there was a finger in his own ass as well. Blaine didn't though. When he finally opened his eyes for a moment, it was to shoot Kurt a reprimanding look.

"Kurt, please. I want to watch,too." Well, who was he to deny such a nicely worded demand?

It was a matter of minutes until they both had two, then three fingers inside, working much faster than they usually would have. But they were desperate and not half as careful with themselves as they were with each other. Since none of them complained, they just kept going.

"Kurt, Kurt please, please," Blaine was already down to whimpering, trying to push up into his fist and bear down on his hand at the same time. He looked so wrecked Kurt just wanted to climb through that goddamned screen and ravish him in person. Sadly, that was not an option so he chose the next best thing.

"Crook your fingers a little bit more to the left, darling, and press harder. Can you do that for me? And add that little twist at the head on the upstroke," Kurt breathed in-between moans, trying to make the demand sound as firm as he could with how close he was himself. The high-pitched whimper that came from his boyfriend as he followed the orders just brought him that much closer.

"You too," Blaine rasped out, looking at him with hooded eyes. "Run your thumb over the slit the way I always do and - God, yes, Kurt - and drag your fingers a little more like the last time and - oh yes, right there, Kurt, please! Please, baby, please, I need you to come for me, please."
Kurt could do nothing but nod, but no other form of agreement was needed when he followed Blaine's instruction and - Blaine's whimpers and pleas and the wrecked sound of his voice ringing in his ears, his beautiful boyfriend arching into his own touch imagining it was Kurt's the only thing he could see - came rather spectacularly over his hand and his stomach. He forced his eyes, automatically fluttered shut with pleasure, open again as soon as possible, still working himself through his orgasm. He was just in time to watch Blaine arch off the bed and come with a shout, eyes opening again a second later, locking gazes with Kurt.

They stayed like that for a while, staring into each other's eyes while they rode out the last waves of their orgasms, movements becoming increasingly lazier as the high faded into aftershocks and finally left them sated and boneless. They just laid on their beds, in front of their laptops, staring and smiling stupidly wide, until neither of them could ignore the sticky mess anymore and they cleaned up as fast as they could so they could get back to staring at each other.

"So," Blaine breathed, looking so serene Kurt ached with how much he wanted to be right next to him and just cuddle for a while. "I think that was pretty good for a start."

And just like that they burst into laughter, not stopping until they couldn't breathe anymore. They just laughed with relief and how giddy and in love they were until exhaustion got the better of them and they fell asleep like that, curled up in front of their laptops, hands resting next to the screens as if reaching out to the other.