Dinner went well. Blaine liked Hiram and Leroy. It was the first time he'd met an older gay couple. Everyone was so full after dinner but no one could refuse pie. Rachel thanked Carole profusely for the delicious meal. An hour or so after dinner found everyone in the living room. Blaine was sprawled across the floor playing with Nick. He would tackle him to the ground and then pretend like the little boy was too strong for him. Kurt watched on with delight. When he had woken up that morning to Blaine talking about kids, it warmed his heart.

Burt was watching the highlights of the Brown's game while Carole was insisting that the Berrys take some leftovers. After a while Burt announced that all the turkey made him sleepy and went off to his bedroom. Soon Blaine and Kurt went downstairs too. After they got ready and climbed under the covers, Kurt pulled Blaine's back to his chest, effectively making him the little spoon. He kissed the smaller boy's cheek and settled to go to sleep, but Blaine started talking.

“What is going to happen to us?” Blaine whispered to Kurt.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I have to go back to New York in a week for rehearsals,” Blaine voiced.

Kurt hadn't thought of that. He wasn't ready to leave his family yet, but he didn't want to be without Blaine either. “How long until your show opens?”

“Three months.”

“Maybe I could stay here...then I will come back for your opening night.”

“What about after that? Are you going to stay in New York and write?”

“I want to be with you Blaine. I will live in New York with you and write. Maybe I'll even publish a book. I am just not ready to leave family my yet.”

“I understand,” Blaine answered, and he really did. “It'll suck without you though.”

Kurt chuckled and rolled Blaine over so he was on his back. He kissed Blaine softly and then deepened it. Blaine laid pliantly under Kurt, kissing him back. Kurt started to run his hand down Blaine's body. He wondered if his boyfriend's pajamas were made of silk because they were so soft. Kurt's fingers brushed against a strip of exposed skin between the waistband of Blaine's pants and the hem of his shirt. Kurt froze for a moment. His head was a little fuzzy from all the kissing and he was trying to find a way to ask permission to remove the smaller boy's shirt. Before he could form words, though, Blaine had started to unbutton it. Kurt watched as inch by inch new pieces of Blaine's tan skin became visible.

Once Blaine's shirt was spread open, Kurt tentatively set a hand on the middle of Blaine's chest. Kurt glanced up and made eye contact with the curly headed boy. “Can I?” Kurt asked. Blaine smiled softly and nodded. Slowly and carefully, Kurt moved his hand over Blaine's chest. It wasn't like Kurt had never seen a naked man before. His camp was small and there was only one room filled with showers. It was that Kurt had never been intimate with a man before, and he felt really nervous. After Kurt had run his hand along Blaine's chest he started to smooth his fingers along the boy's ribs. He noticed the way Blaine's breath hitched when he brushed over the boy's nipple, so he filed that information away for later.

After Kurt finished exploring Blaine's ribs, he smoothed over his belly. Blaine was in no way overweight, but he did have a little bit of a tummy. This part of Blaine was much softer than the hard expanse of his chest. After Kurt finished memorizing every detail of Blaine's upper body with his hands, he decided to familiarize his mouth. He started by pressing a soft kiss to the middle of the boy's chest, then followed with a string of kisses down to his abdomen. Then he shifted focus and went back up to Blaine's collarbone. He looked at Blaine for permission and found nothing but trust and ease in the other boy's eyes.

Kurt was still nervous but he felt comfortable and he wanted to make Blaine feel good. He reattached his lips to Blaine's collarbone and lightly started to suck. He heard Blaine's breathing start to quicken and he took that as a good sign. He added a little pressure and Blaine let out a whimper. Feeling excited, Kurt decided to explore a little more to find out what else made the smaller boy feel good. He detached his lips and heard Blaine whine in protest. He let out a small chuckle before continuing his mission. He licked over the spot where a purple bruise was starting to form. Blaine's breathing was increasing rapidly. Kurt blew over the wet skin and watched as goosebumps took over Blaine's smooth skin. Blaine whimpered at the contrast in temperature.

Kurt played around with the bruise a little more before moving to Blaine's neck. He knew that both he and Blaine were sensitive right there. Kurt immediately started sucking Blaine's neck with fervor. Blaine whined his name and buried his fingers in that chestnut hair. Blaine let out another moan. He ran his hand down Kurt's body and pulled the older boy on top of himself. Both boys breath hitched at the contact of their hard ons.

“Okay?” Blaine asked in whisper.

Kurt growled out a yes and went back to Blaine's neck. He kissed, licked, and nipped all the way down the boy's upper body, stopping at his waistband. “Blaine?” Kurt asked. He look up and saw a disheveled Blaine staring back at him. His brown eyes were shining with lust and excitement. “Can I take these off?” Kurt asked while tugging at the hem of Blaine's pants. Blaine nodded. Kurt placed a few last kisses on Blaine's waistline and tugged his pants down and off. His breath hitched. He knew his boyfriend was fit but he never imagined his legs to be hard with muscle.

Kurt maneuvered to sit in between Blaine's legs. He pushed the smaller boys legs apart and upwards so that Blaine was lying spread open in front of him. Kurt put one hand up by Blaine's knee and ran it down the inside of the smaller boy's thigh. He watched as Blaine's body erupted into shivers.

“Kurt please,” Blaine whimpered.

“What do you want Blaine?” Kurt was all nerves now. How was he supposed to give Blaine what he wanted when he had no idea how to do anything. Hell, he couldn't even pleasure himself. He wouldn't allow himself to touch his own body while away. He was too embarrassed to do so in such small quarters. Kurt was so in his head he didn't even realize Blaine had sat up, taken off his boxers, and was now sitting in Kurt's lap.

Only when Blaine kissed him softly did he take in his situation. “It's okay, Kurt,” Blaine told him and took his hand. Blaine shifted so that the left side of his body was up against Kurt's middle. Kurt moved an arm around Blaine to keep him from falling backwards. His other hand find Blaine's cheek and he kissed the boy deeply. Feeling courageous, Kurt slid his hand from Blaine's cheek,, down his side, until he got to Blaine's lower body. With one last surge of courage, Kurt moved his hand over the other boy's cock and felt Blaine whimper into his mouth. Blaine reached blindly over to the pillows in search of something, but never taking his lips of Kurt's, He came back with a small bottle of lube.

Kurt took it and poured some into his hand. It was cold and slippery. He placed his hand back on Blaine's cock, this time wrapping around it. He moved up and down just to get it coated but it brought about an unexpected reaction from Blaine.

“KURT!”  Blaine shouted, disconnecting their lips. Blaine was breathing heavy and it felt like his body was on fire. Blaine buried his face into Kurt's neck while Kurt pumped his fist up and down. Blaine was a whimpering mess. It took Kurt a few seconds to get used to the angle, but soon he was moving with a good rhythm. The lube helped with the friction. At one point Kurt brought his hand up and swiped his thumb over the tip of Blaine's dick. He felt Blaine bite his collarbone in attempt to keep from screaming out. Kurt took that as a good sign and did so occasionally on an upward swipe. Soon Blaine was shaking and whimpering. His hands were buried in Kurt's hair.

Kurt kept fisting Blaine and with his other hand still wrapped around Blaine, he pinched the boy's nipple. That was all Blaine could take. Letting out a string of ohs and Kurts he came. Kurt kept pumping his fist around Blaine until the boy slumped. He hadn't lost consciousness, but Kurt could tell his head was fuzzy. Kurt looked down and saw white cum coating his fist, his pajamas, Blaine's stomach and chest, and the sheets around them. He moved Blaine off of him and laid him back on the bed.

“Just give me a minute to catch my breath and I'll return the favor,” Blaine said, his voice rough.

“Don't worry about it,” Kurt answered and kissed Blaine's temple. He got a towel and cleaned Blaine off, then he changed his pajamas. He balled up the sheets as much as he could but the curly headed boy had fallen asleep and was a dead weight. Alright Kurt, the old tablecloth trick. He grabbed the sheet and in one swift motion he tugged hard. He got the sheet free but he also sent Blaine rolling until the boy hit his head in the headboard. Blaine let a groan. “Sorry Baby,” Kurt whispered. He tossed the sheets into a nearby hamper and climbed in bed behind the boy while wrapping his arms around him. Blaine hummed and fell asleep feeling warm and fuzzy, but he couldn't have fallen in love so fast could he?

XX

Over the next few days Kurt showed Blaine around Lima. He took him to his old high school, Breadstix, and his mother's grave. Blaine felt the negative energy Kurt was putting off while they were at the school. He asked Kurt about it and Kurt told the short boy about how he bullied. Blaine shuddered at the mention of slushies. Breadstix was nice for the both of them, though the food was subpar. Many tears were shed at Kurt's mom's grave. It was the first time Kurt had visited it in six years. Blaine rubbed Kurt's back in comfort while he cried.

“I wonder if my brother is buried here…” Blaine said aloud. Kurt turned to look at him. “We grew up in Westerville but my dad bought gravesites in this cemetery because it's where my grandparents were buried.”

“The graves are arranged in alphabetical order; we could look for Anderson,” Kurt suggested. Blaine nodded in agreement. He and Kurt got up from where they were crouching in front of Mrs. Hummel's grave and walked towards the front. In the distance they could see two figures kneeling in front of a grave, the female figure seemingly shaking. As they got closer, Kurt saw the woman was indeed shaking, a side effect of the heavy crying she was doing. Blaine froze, jerking Kurt backward via their connected hands. Kurt looked up at him and followed his line of sight to the couple. Only then did he see the grave they were visiting: Cooper Anderson; Beloved Son and War Hero.

“Well, if it isn't the runaway,” the man of the couple, Mr. Anderson, sneered.

“Blaine?” Mrs. Anderson asked. She was much more sweet, it was as if she couldn't believe her son was standing in front of her.

“Hi mom...” Blaine answered. He made no effort to move and hug her though. He was confused as to why she was there. She left, she left him and his brother, and his father for that matter.

“I tried to get ahold of you to tell you about your brother,” his mother rushed to explain.

“How did you even find out? You cut off all contact with us!” Blaine's voice started to rise. Blaine took a moment to observe his mother. She was very thin, and he could see concealer on her face which was covering bruises.

“I know. It was my biggest regret. I still loved you all after I left, and I just had to come back! When I came back to you father, you had already left and no one could find you.”

“Why did you go back to him? From your concealer I can tell nothing has changed,” he growled. Kurt stood silently next to Blaine, their hands still linked.

“Because I love him,” Mrs. Anderson answered. Blaine rolled his eyes and the older Anderson took advantage of his silence.

Mr. Anderson looked at the boys' linked hands and then looked at Blaine. “I see time away hasn't taught you anything,” he commented. Kurt's hand tightened around Blaine's.

“This is my boyfriend, Kurt. He served alongside Cooper. He is actually the one who informed me of Cooper's death.”

“Nice to meet you Sir,” Kurt offered, though he would've liked to reply much more tersely.

“I see Don't Ask Don't Tell is still function, if not you would've been rejected. You're the most flamboyant gay I've ever seen. How did you survive camp?”

“DAD! Shut up! Kurt is the bravest person I know.”

“Your son actually protected me a lot while I was in camp.”

“Well, if Cooper had a fault, it was definitely protecting fags,” Mr. Anderson spat. Kurt flinched and Blaine tried to lunge at his father, but Kurt held him back.

“Come on Baby it's not worth it,” Kurt whispered.

“Aw, calling Blaine what he is,” The older Anderson sneered. Blaine just glared at his father. Mrs. Anderson was silent throughout the entire conversation.

“That's fine. Call me whatever you want dad but when it comes down to it, I love Kurt. He is the only person who has truly made me happy since Cooper,” Blaine yelled, then he pulled his boyfriend in for a heated kiss to spite his father. “Let's get out of here,” he whispered against Kurt's lips. Kurt nodded and the boys walked away.

Once they were back in the car Kurt turned to Blaine. He leaned over to the passenger side and kissed Blaine. The kiss was soft but warm. Then Kurt cupped Blaine's jaw and deepened the kiss before pulling back. “I love you too.” Blaine's eyebrows shot up but then he remembered that when he was fighting with his dad he said he loved Kurt. A smile spread over Blaine's face as he grabbed Kurt's hand in his own. He kissed Kurt's knuckles as the taller boy drove away from the cemetery, leaving the Andersons behind.