It was 11:00 PM and Blaine lay sleeping in Kurt's arms. His breathing was heavy as he inhaled and exhaled through his nose. Every now and then he's stir and Kurt would start singing softly to lull him back to sleep. Now, he was singing Smile, by Charlie Chaplin. Blaine was huddled close with his head on Kurt's chest and his right hand curled up to his face, resting on Kurt's breast bone.

Kurt cupped Blaine's right hand with his left and surreptitiously played with his curls with the fingers on his right hand. He began singing. He wasn't sure of all the words, but he sang anyway because he knew it was helping.

Smile, though your heart is aching
Smile, even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
you'll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll see the sun come shining through
for you

Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness

Although a tear may be ever so near
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile what's the use of crying
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you'll just
Smile

There was a tap on the door and his father peeked his head in. He spotted the shirtless boys in Kurt's bed and Kurt made a face to tell Burt that Blaine was not good, but not bad. Burt looked at the floor, clearly thinking about something. Kurt read it as his father was weighing the pros and cons of letting his son and his son's boyfriend sleep in the same bed together, but he wasn't sure if that's really what his dad was thinking. Just in case, he mouth the word "please."

Burt gave him a half smile and nodded his head. "He needs you," he whispered softly.

"Thank you," Kurt mouthed. Burt nodded again and shut the door. Kurt felt he was able to sigh in relief now.

Blaine began making a sort of mmm sound and Kurt knew he was stirring again. He trailed his hand down to Kurt's waist and pulled himself closer. He draped his right leg over Kurt's and entwined their legs together. He inhaled deeply and nuzzled his face against Kurt's smooth skin. Kurt could feel Blaine's stubble scratch his chest, but ignored the tickling feeling.

He inhaled and exhaled a few more times before turning his head up towards Kurt and fluttered his eyes open. He looked at his fair skinned boyfriend groggily and grinned sleepily. "You're still here."

Kurt smiled back, happy that Blaine was now comfortable. "I'm not going anywhere. Not tonight at least."

"You're dad won't be mad?"

"No, he knows how important it is that I stay with you."

Blaine smiled a genuine smile and blinked, his eyes heavy. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For everything. For tonight, for being you, for loving me." His eyes were closed now.

Kurt placed an innocent kiss on Blaine's forehead. "Thank you for letting me." He ran his fingers through Blaine's curls again and watched Blaine fall back asleep. Kurt wasn't far behind him and drifted off into a deep slumber, happy that Blaine was content enough to smile.

Kurt was roused from his dreamless sleep around 4:30 AM. Blaine was moving around and Kurt woke instinctually to make sure he was okay. He was a little out of it at first and took the moans Blaine was making as him crying. He brought his left arm around Blaine and held him tighter. He rubbed Blaine's arm softly and turned into him a bit more.

Blaine continued to moan a low guttural sound and just as he had done before, he began moving. His chest expanded as he pushed his shoulders back, his foot repeatedly ran itself up a part of Kurt's leg, and his hips rolled when his foot trailed down again.

Kurt was beginning to wake up more and snapped fully awake when he felt not only Blaine's lips trailing kisses on the hollow of his neck, but also, Blaine's arousal being grind into his hip. He gasped and then moaned shortly after at the feel of Blaine's hands caressing him while his lips kissed the sensitive part of his neck. "Mmnn," he moaned again. Blaine was now at full length and Kurt desperately wanted to turn into him to feel Blaine's arousal frictioning on his growing member. "Mmnn." The longer he waited, the harder it was getting to find the will to stop Blaine's actions. This is wrong, he thought. He's sleeping! Kurt gathered all his strength to push himself to gently shake Blaine. "Blaine wake up. Blaine. Blaine stop, you need to wake up."

Blaine woke with his face buried in Kurt's neck, not understanding what was happening or why Kurt was waking him. He was having such a nice dream. It was a great escape compared to the fiasco that was yesterday evening. He looked up at Kurt's flushed face. Does he really have to look so sexy when he blushes? Now is sort of an inconvenient time to be turned on. He already pretty much told me no earlier. "What's wrong?" he asked, a little out of breath.

"You were dreaming," was all Kurt could come up with. He didn't want to embarrass Blaine. "I'm sorry, for waking you up- What?" he noticed Blaine looking disappointed.

"I was dreaming of you." He paused, feeling a blush of his own rising to his face. "Naked… in my arms…" He breath became hot and his voice became velvet. "Moaning beneath me as I…" his chest rose and fell heavily and his gaze changed from Kurt's eyes to his lips and back again in longing, "…fulfilled your every need."

Kurt stifled a whimper. Any other time. ANY OTHER TIME! He screamed in his head. He wished this wasn't turning him on. The look in Blaine's eyes as he stared at his lips would be his undoing.

"It was so real," Blaine continued. "The feel of your skin," he dragged his fingertips, lighter than air, up from Kurt's lower belly to his neck, "like satin." Kurt shivered. He was faltering. "I'm sorry, my love. I know you said no, but I can't help myself." He paused. "I'll stop."

The moment Blaine's voice disappeared and he removed his hand from Kurt's neck, Kurt felt further away from him than if he were at Dalton. He crashed his lips to Blaine's. "Don't," he pleaded.

"Don't what?"

"Don't stop."

Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes, searching for any sense of doubt that Kurt might have and found none. He grabbed Kurt and pulled him close. He was able to feel Kurt's hardened cock against his thigh and it excited him.

Blaine rolled on top of Kurt, positioning himself between Kurt's legs. His arms wound around Kurt and he kissed him hungrily, grinding his groin into Kurt's. "Uhng," Kurt moaned.

"This is almost like my dream."

Kurt dug his nails into Blaine's back and raked them across his skin. He slid his hands down and palmed Blaine's ass. Kurt pushed his hands down and forced their loins together.

Blaine began gyrating his cock against Kurt's dick as Kurt's hands pushed Blaine's ass in rhythm. "Fuck. That feels so good," Blaine said.

"Uhng! Uhng! Fuck Blaine. Shit." Their pace quickened. Kurt could feel his stomach tightening.

Blaine locked his lips with Kurt's and moaned into his mouth as he felt Kurt pulling at his curls. He pulled his head away and moaned harder. "Say it," he commanded out of breath. "Tell me you want me."

"I want you."

"Tell me, how good it feels right now." He was gyrating harder, but slower now.

"Uhng. Mm. Fuck you're dick feels so good on mine." Before Blaine had a chance to continue his torturous line of questions, Kurt popped out with, "Fuck, Blaine. You're gonna make me cum. Uhng! Make me cum, Blaine. Make me cum."

Without hesitating, Blaine took one of his hands from behind Kurt's back and reached into Kurt's boxer's grabbing hold of his throbbingly hard dick. He pumped his hand and gyrated his hips in unison. Faster and faster he stroked. The sounds coming from Kurt's mouth were enough to send himself over the edge and he rode out his orgasm, thrusting onto Kurt and dampening his boxers.

Kurt was curling inward. He could feel the coil in his stomach aching to be released. It was too much to hold on. "Shit. Blaine I'm gonna-"

"Do it. Do it for me, my love."

The sound of Blaine's velvet voice calling him his love was Kurt's undoing. His inner coil snapped and he spilled his seed, ejaculating on Blaine's fingers.

Blaine felt Kurt's body become limp beneath him and Kurt began to tremble. Blaine reached for a toilette off of the bedside table and wiped his hand. He grabbed the blankets that had somehow slipped down to the back of his thighs and pulled them up over their shoulders. He wound his arm back around Kurt and rested his head on Kurt's shoulder.

They were sweating and out of breath. Kurt could feel the spot on Blaine's boxers that had become damp with semen, but it didn't bother him. He kissed Blaine's head and relaxed. "I love you," Blaine whispered.

"I love you too."

"Thank you," Blaine said sleepily.

"What for?" Kurt asked equally sleepy.

"Being you."

"I'm sorry about your parents."

Blaine looked up at Kurt, making him stare deep into his beloved's blue orbs. "They still think I'm choosing this." He paused. "The thing is, that even if I had a choice, I'd still choose you."

Kurt smiled, falling even more in love with Blaine than he thought possible. He jutted his head forward and touched his lips to Blaine's. "I'd choose you too." Blaine and Kurt rested their heads down once more, closed their eyes, happy in that moment, feeling completely blissed out, and fell asleep for the umpteenth time that night.