Blaine can feel Kurt trying to move away, so he tightens himself around Kurt. He can be such a little puppy at times. It can be cute but Kurt really needs to clean up.

Kurt tried at least twice more to pry Blaine off of him before burying his face in the pillow in defeat. He looked back at Blaine. "There is no way you're still asleep.." Kurt said smugly as he brushed a couple of Blaine's curls off of his forehead.

"Noooooopppppeeeee" Blaine drags out. "I just want to hold my wonderful boyfriend. Can i do that, pwwweeeaassssseeee?"

"Only if you promise to never say 'pwease' again." Kurt said laughing as he turned around to face Blaine. "Ugh, I feel disgusting. Kurt sighed.

"Only if you take a bath with me and wash my hair. You do it so well." Blaine bargained.

"I feel like if I do that it will defeat the whole purpose of washing ourselves.." Kurt said, running a hand up Blaine's arm.

"But we will already be in there so we can play then wash, silly. Or I can go alone."

"Oh so you /don't/ want me to wash your hair then?" Kurt giggled, pulling Blaine closer. Thinking about bathing with Blaine already had Kurt half hard.

"I would rather bathe with you. I like our baths. But we'd need to get started. You still gotta take Burt to the airport." Blaine reminds Kurt.

"Oh yeah..." Kurt said softly. Blaine got up to go run the bath and Kurt lied in the bed while he could, feeling a bit guilty for not spending more time with his father on his last day. it was only 8:40-something and his father's flight wasn't until two. They could still spend some time together. "Hey Blaine?" Kurt called from the bed.

"Yeah, babe?" Blaine calls back.

"Do you want to hang out with me and my dad before he has to leave for Lima? I was thinking about just taking him to go get some lunch or something..." Kurt said fidgeting with a string on one of Blaine's pillow cases.

"I was actually going to suggest taking him to lunch to make up for not bringing you home last night. I'd love to come." Blaine says as he draws the bath water.

"Great minds think alike I suppose..." Kurt says smiling to himself. He was so happy with Blaine; he couldn't believe he found someone so amazing.

"Something like that," Blaine agrees. "You coming in baby?"

"Yep!" Kurt said standing up slowly, wincing as his back popped. His legs were so sore from last night, he was surprised Blaine wasn't in any pain, (or at least he wasn't complaining about it) He walked stiffly into the bathroom and saw Blaine sitting in the tub with bubbles surrounding him. "Really? Bubbles Blaine?" Kurt teased, slipping out of his underwear.

"Of course! Can you think of a better way to celebrate?!" Blaine says excitedly.

"No, no.." Kurt laughed, slipping into the tub behind Blaine, "Because who celebrates with champagne or family phone calls? Bubble baths are the way to go.." Kurt said jokingly as he kissed the back of Blaine's neck.

"Only cool kids like me celebrate this way! Don't hate the playa, hate the game!" Blaine says playfully.

"Oh god Blaine, do NOT make me get out of this tub because I /swear/ if I ever hear anything that even remotely sounds like that come out of your mouth again, I am leaving you." Kurt laughed, grabbing Blaine's shoulders and pushing him down so he could wet his hair properly.

"But you looooovvveeeee me. You couldn't leave if you tired. I'd tie you down and you'd be stuck with me," Blaine teases.

"Mhhmm.." Kurt says, humoring Blaine. "Now hold still." Kurt says, pouring some shampoo in his hands and lathering it into Blaine's curly mop of hair.

"Kkkuuuuuurrrrtttt!" Blaine moans.

Kurt smiles and uses his nails to scratch at Blaine's scalp a bit."Fells good?" Kurt asked playfully.

"MMMMMM! Your nails. Yesssss," Blaine continues.

Kurt smiles and hums as he continues his task, shifting a bit under his boyfriend who somehow ended up awkwardly halfway in his lap.

As Kurt continues, Blaine gets more and more worked up. He slides his arms behind himself and starts to rub Kurt's thighs.

"Blaine..." Kurt says smiling as he rinses the lather out of Blaine's hair but continues to massage Blaine's scalp.

“Yes, Baby?”

"What exactly do you think you're doing?" Kurt said tugging on Blaine's hair a bit as his fingers brushed over a sensitive spot on his thigh under the soapy water.

“Massaging you?” Blaine says coyly.

Kurt arched up a bit into Blaine's back, half hard from his boyfriend's touch. "mmm..." Kurt sighed, letting his head fall back as he tugged on Blaine's hair a bit more.

"You like that baby? Mmm, you're legs are so soft." Blaine says as he inches up Kurt's thighs.

"Yeah.." Kurt sighed, pulling Blaine up a bit so he could grind into his ass.

"Mmmm, Kurt," Blaine moans as his hand glides up Kurt's hard cock.

Kurt turned Blaine around and instructed him to sit on the edge of the tub. "God Blaine, I just want to suck you off.." Kurt said darkly and his mouth sank over Blaine's cock quickly.

Blaine gasps as he feels the warm heat of Kurt's mouth surround him. Blaine's hands fly into Kurt's hair as Kurt works his beautiful mouth over Blaine's cock.

Kurt hums around Blaine's cock before suddenly pulling away."Blaine", Kurt panted, "I want you to fuck my mouth..." Kurt said running his hand up and down Blaine's cock.

And how can Blaine object to that?! He stands and places his hands on the back of Kurt's head. And FUCK, Kurt looks so fucking beautiful from this angle.

Kurt moans around Blaine's cock as it slides into his mouth and Blaine grips the back of his head. He rakes his nails down the back of Blaine's thighs as he pumps in and out of Kurt's mouth slowly. Kurt, trying his best to relax his throat, swallowed around Blaine's cock as he felt it hit the back of his throat.

"Oh, God, Kurt!" Blaine groans as he continues to fuck Kurt's mouth. He can feel himself hitting the back of Kurt's larynx. The heat of Kurt's mouth feels so damn good around Blaine's cock.
Kurt moans loudly at the sensation of Blaine's hard dick sliding heavily across his tongue and reaches up, squeezing Blaine's ass and pushing him deeper into his mouth.

Blaine loves how Kurt's nails dig into his firm ass. Kurt looks so fucking hot, the way he sucks his cock like his life depends on it.

Kurt reaches farther up and ghosts his finger over Blaine's hole, pressing his finger lightly against it, but not entering.

Blaine bucks his hips fiercely at the contact. "Oh, Kurt, Mmmm," Blaine moans.

Kurt pulls away and buries his face in Blaine's hip, using one hand to pump Blaine's cock furiously and the other to slowly finger Blaine's hole. "Cum for me Blaine..please."

Blaine feels like his knees are about to give out. The pleasure is so intense. "Fuck, baby! I'm so close."
Kurt doesn't know what's up with this sudden kink/need to have Blaine's cum on him, but he knows right now, that's all he wants. He licks the head of Blaine's cock and positions himself in front of Blaine, pumping his cock furiously. "Come on Blaine.." Kurt moans, looking up at his boyfriend with lust blown eyes.

Blaine's knees are going so weak, he has to lean against the shower wall as he starts to cum. He stares into Kurt's eyes while he rides out his orgasm.
Kurt smiles as he closes his eyes and feels the first drop of Blaine's cum hits his face, he quickly reaches down to stroke his own dick as he feels the warm liquid strike his skin. After two or three pumps of his own cock he feels himself start to come, his mouth dropping open and a bit of Blaine's cum drips down from his lip into his mouth and he's gone, moaning loudly and curling in on himself as he feels Blaine sink into the tub next to him and holds him close, stroking his wet hair as Kurt shakes and pants heavily.

Seeing his cum all over Kurt's face drives Blaine crazy. He leans over to lick a bit off of Kurt's face. "Oh god baby! That was so fucking great. I love you so much."
Kurt can’t do anything but smile as he blindly reaches blindly for a washrag near the end of the tub. He wipes Blaine's cum off of his face (but not before licking his lips) and looks at Blaine lovingly. "I love you too." He says pressing a soft kiss to Blaine's lips before standing up on shaky legs. "Okay I really have to take a shower…by myself." Kurt said giggling a bit and stepping out of the tub.

Blaine puts on his best puppy pout. Kurt just laughs at him and gives him another kiss. Blaine leaves the bathroom to go cook breakfast for the two of them.

When Kurt is finally clean he realizes he has nothing left to wear but his (completely ruined 900 fucking dollar) suit. He wraps a towel around his waist and walks into the kitchen to see Blaine cooking waffles in nothing but a pair of plaid pajama pants. "Blaine?" Kurt says stepping into the kitchen.

Blaine never gets used to seeing Kurt like this. It makes him want to touch him all over again. But he knows he has to be good. "Yes, baby?" he says.

"I don't have any clothes, do you mind if I steal some sweatpants and a t-shirt?" Kurt asks, running a hand through his damp hair.

"Of course. Pick out whatever you want. Sorry, its not as fabulous as your wardrobe." Blaine says, turning back to continue making breakfast.

"It'll do. Kurt said smiling and walking off. Purposely letting his towel ride lower and lower as he walked away until he turned the corner into Blaine's bedroom. He grabbed a pair of sweat pants and a tight white v-neck and slipped them on quickly looking at the alarm clock seeing it was 9:30. "Shit." He hissed under his breath as he laced up his designer shoes. It was a twenty minute ride home by car and he didn't want to be late for his dad. He strode into the kitchen quickly, sneaking up behind Blaine and grabbing one of the cool cooked waffles and took a bite out of it.

"You look so sexy in my clothes," Blaine stares at Kurt up and down. "We're running a little late. If you don't mind driving, i'll grab some clothes and change in the car."

Kurt raised his eyebrows at this, chewing slowly. "Sure.", he said his mouth still full, he swallowed. "But with Traffic someone could see you Blaine." He giggled, snapping the elastic on his pajama pants before walking over to the door and grabbing Blaine's keys off of the hook.

"I'll be careful. Just try to pay attention to the road," Blaine says playfully as he goes to get an outfit.

"I'll try..." Kurt says smiling. When Blaine returns with his clothes they go down the elevator and get Blaine's car from the parking garage. He sighs and rests his forehead against the steering wheel as they reach the road and traffic is just as bad as he expected.

"You want me to text Burt to let him know we are on our way?" Blaine asks, getting ready to change.

"Yep.", Kurt says, his head still against the steering wheel. "I HATE NEW YORK TRAFFIC!" Kurt growled throwing himself back against his seat dramatically.

Blaine leans over to give Kurt a kiss. "I know. But it'll be okay. Just breathe." Blaine says as he rubs Kurt's thigh. He pulls out his phone and sends a text to Burt, telling him they are stuck in traffic but will be there shortly. Blaine looks around to make sure no one is looking before sliding his shirt off.

Kurt tries to keep his eyes straight but he can't help it, he keeps his head looking forward but his eyes drift to Blaine. His boyfriend is hot, sue him. "So...uh…” Kurt stammers, trying to find a good excuse to look at Blaine as traffic begins to reach a slow crawl. "What apartments were you looking at?" Kurt says, using his free hand to spin his ring.

"Just some around the college. Wanted to make sure we were close. We can go take a look tonight if you'd like." Blaine says, sliding his pants off.

"I'd like that." Kurt says laughing as Blaine awkwardly struggled to slide on his clean pants. "Plus knowing you, you would probably pick an apartment with a living room that looks horrible with my skin tone. Color compliments the skin Blaine. Remember that." Kurt said matter-of-factly. He silently reveled in the fact that he knew no matter how much Blaine tried, Kurt would get the final say in what apartment was chosen.

"That is way I narrowed it down to three apartments instead of just picking one. I want you to love it as well. And remember, we can always paint. Oh and don't worry, there's plenty of closet space no matter which one you choose." Blaine says, watching as Kurt gets excited about the closet space. Blaine finally gets changed and leans over to kiss his wonderful boyfriend.

"Oh Blaine, you charmer you..." Kurt says in a fake southern belle accent. Traffic finally started to pick up and Kurt smiled. On the way Kurt enthused about the apartment and college. "-I mean what are we going to do after we graduate college Blaine?" Kurt said, talking faster than Blaine thought was humanly possible, “I know you're getting your degree in music education and I'm getting mine in fashion design but what are we really going to do with it? And don't even get me started on how stressful the wedding is going-" Kurt stopped himself, remembering that they weren't even engaged. "I'm sorry." Kurt said stiffly. Terrified to look over at Blaine. He knew Blaine wanted to get married, but he didn't know how soon. Kurt felt stupid for even think of the "W" word.

Blaine's stomach flutters at the word "wedding." "Don't be sorry. Please. I want that, Kurt. We don't need to worry about after college yet. We just got accepted. But we have each other and we will make it all work. And as far as the wedding," Blaine pauses to smile at Kurt, "we will have to talk about when we want it to be, where, all the details. But I will help. I won't leave everything up to you. You don't need to stress, baby." Blaine says reassuringly.

Kurt sighs in relief.. "Good.." He whispers, and that's all he really needed to say. The rest of the ride was full of laughter and talk of classes and most importantly, more about the apartment. They finally pulled into Kurt's apartment complex and Kurt and Blaine walked up the six flights of stairs ('stupid crappy lack-of-an-elevator apartment.') to Kurt's apartment. When they entered they saw Burt on the couch watching Sport Center. "Hey Dad." Kurt said, tossing his keys on the table and leaning over the couch to hug his father around his neck before walking to the kitchen. "You're late." Burt quipped, turning to Blaine and giving him the 'Dad look'. "Dad." Kurt warned. "He's only playing Blaine.." Kurt giggled, noting Blaine's terrified expression.

"I'm sorry sir," Blaine apologizes. "Kurt's right. I was pretty sure he'd be staying with you after you and I talked." Burt said matter-of-factly with a smile. Blaine starts to relax and sits down next to Burt.

"So...Dad." Kurt says sweetly, picking at a thread on his father's flannel shirt.

"Yes, Kurt?" his father looks up at him, waiting for Kurt's response.

"Blaine and I would like to take you out for lunch!" Kurt said resting his head on his father's shoulder.

"Sounds good. Just gotta be sure I’m at the airport on time" Burt replies.

"Great!" Kurt said smiling and got up to go change. He put on his admiral cardigan, (which surprisingly still fit from high school), and some tight black jeans. His hair which was also a mess was tamed quickly due to lack of time. He stepped out into the living room, hands on his hips and smile on his face. "Ready to go?”

"Sure thing," Burt says, him and Blaine standing from the couch. They grab Burt's bags and go out to the car. Kurt wants to drive. "So where are you taking me?" Burt asks.

"Where do you want to go?" Kurt says happily, traffic eased up and they were going the speed limit. "It's your last day in New York! It's really up to you Dad." Kurt smiles.

"I don't really know what's around here. Something easy though." Burt says.

"What do you think Blaine?" Kurt says, looking at Blaine in the rear view mirror. "You know more about places to eat around here than I do."

"Why don't we go to that Deli in New Hyde Park?" Blaine suggests.

"Sounds great!" Kurt says as he drives in the proper direction. When they arrived, Kurt, Blaine, and Burt all piled out of the car for an interesting lunch full of conversations about the hot topic of the day, the apartment. Blaine reassured Burt that he and Kurt were financially stable. He raised an eyebrow at Kurt at this as he chewed on his club sandwich. "Dad I'm wearing a $700 cardigan right now, I wore a $900 suit last night! That's the only reason I'm living in that shitty apartment right now..." Kurt said, sipping his Diet coke.

"Well as long as you are sure you can take care of it. I trust you, Kurt." Burt replies. Blaine adds, "We have it all pretty much taken care of. We are going to go look at them tonight."

"Watch out Blaine", Burt said, "Kurt's gonna find something wrong with it. Whether the floor isn't real treak-" "Teak..." Kurt interjected. "Or that the room is Charcoal grey instead of Dior." Burt joked. "I'm glad you remembered my favorite shade of grey dad." Kurt joked. "And those are two COMPLETELY different shades." he added.

"I know he will have a lot of suggestions. But we can always paint it whatever color he likes. Kurt knows more about it than me. He can pick it out and I'll help get it done. Of course I had to make sure there was more than enough closet space as well." Blaine laughs.

"You guys act like I'm so high maintenance..." Kurt said rolling his eyes and pushing a hair behind his ear.

"Kurt. Really now?" Blaine jokes. "You just like things to meet your standards. Nothing wrong with that, especially not in your own home."

"Your unexplainable /high/ standards." Burt jokes, nudging his son's arm with his elbow. "Whatever." Kurt laughs, staling one of his father's dill pickle spears out of his basket and taking a bite.

"Either way, we will find out tonight. I'm really excited for you to see these places, Kurt." Blaine says, pulling out his phone to send a quick text. To: Kurt "Maybe we can test the places out. You did say you wanted to fuck me in every room -Blaine"
Kurt Blushes to his scalp as he reads the text. "Um yes..Yes I-uh I'm exited too, but Um, is there going to be an..um.. a person to show us around the apartment and...and whatnot?" Kurt asks Blaine.

"No, I got the keys yesterday so we could go see them tonight." Blaine says, giving Kurt a wink.

"Oh... oh okay!" Kurt stammers, still as red as before. His eyes flashing from his phone to his father and Burt eyes them both suspiciously.

"Are you okay, Kurt? Burt asks...

"What? Yeah, I'm.. I'm fine I just have a um...branch-stick-eyelash! Eyelash in my eye..." Kurt says rubbing his eye quickly. "But I didn't see anything wrong with your eye Kurt...never mind." Burt sighed, used to his son's antics.

Blaine bites back a laugh, hoping Burt has no idea what is going on.

Burt sighs and looks at his watch. "It's about time for me to go kiddo." Burt says standing.

Kurt and Blaine stand and follow Burt back to the car. Kurt gives Blaine his best KurtBitchStare. Blaine just laughs.

They reached the airport and Kurt and Blaine walked up to the security gate with Burt. "I'm gonna miss you Dad." Kurt says, smiling at his father. "You say that like I'm never gonna see you again kid. c'mere." Burt says Pulling Kurt into a hug. "I love you." Kurt said, his eyes brimming with tears. "Love you too, son." Burt said, releasing Kurt. Kurt sniffed and wiped at his eyes.

Blaine says goodbye to Burt and says they will be keep him updated. They watch as Burt walks through security. Blaine holds Kurt to comfort him.

Kurt sniffs quietly as Burt turns around and gives a little wave before walking into his gate. A tear falls down Kurt's cheek but he wipes it away quickly. His dad came up to New York with him to help him prepare for college, and now that he was all set, this was really goodbye. It was just hitting him.

Blaine holds Kurt tightly. "This isn't goodbye. He'll be back. Or we'll go there. You can see him whenever. It’s okay babe."

"This...This will be the longest time I was ever away from him Blaine.. Who's gonna take care of him while Carole's at work? Finn moved out and He works so hard in that shop and I still worry that he'll have another arrhythmia, and I'm being stupid and should stop talking..." Kurt said, trying not to sob.

"It's natural for you to worry. You took care of each other for so long. But he'll be fine. I promise. He's been doing well so far since you moved out here. And if he needs anything, you now he will call you."

Kurt nuzzled his face into Blaine's chest and just let himself be held. Silent tears soaking into the fabric of Blaine's shirt.

Blaine takes Kurt's hand and leads him back to the car. Blaine drives back to Kurt's apartment, holding Kurt's hand the whole way.