Two days had passed and Blaine was back as home. Kurt pretty much lived at his house, taking turns with his family to make sure nothing was amiss. His doctor warned of Blaine maybe experiencing seizures sue to the trauma his brain had been through over the past few months. So far, everything seemed fine and dandy, but they didn't want to take any chances.

It was almost midnight and Kurt was on the "night shift." Beth and Henry had long since gone to bed and Claire and Jared had left hours ago. Blaine was Blaine again, but he was experiencing spells of moodiness. That was expected and nothing that Kurt hadn't been through before with him. The only problem was that now, instead of Blaine being upset about not knowing his past, it was him mostly getting annoyed quickly over something and then he would immediately apologize by wrapping his arms around Kurt and peppering kisses on his face. Then there were times like now that Kurt wasn't prepared for.

Blaine was naked. Completely naked without a stitch of clothing on and half hard. Kurt could only stare, wide-eyed, and blink. Then he realized he was sitting on Blaine's bed and quickly moved before Blaine had a chance to do or say anything. "W-Where did your clothes go?" Kurt stuttered as he blushed.

Blaine stood in the doorway of his own personal bathroom, wearing nothing, but a grin, and leaning on the doorframe. "I took them off."

"I-I can see that. Are you going to put different clothes on?"

"Maybe later." He cheshired and started to move toward Kurt. There was that familiar heaviness to his eyes that Kurt knew and used to love. He still loved it, but now was not an appropriate time to be turned on.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked as he backed up, trying to find a way to keep some space between them.

"I'm making it blatantly obvious and exceedingly easy for you to take what you want. And I know you do." He continued to move closer.

"You have stitches in your head." Kurt stumbled over a stray textbook on the floor.

"I feel fine."

"The doctor said no strenuous activity for a few days." He found himself being corralled by Blaine, almost herded by him, and he was cornered. He tripped over his own messenger bag, in a nervous panic, and fell back into Blaine's lounge chair.

"Kurt, it's way more strenuous trying to fuck you then actually doing it. Also, ten times more stressful." Blaine was now standing directly in front of Kurt, who was sitting in the red chair.

Kurt's mouth was watering at the sight of his boyfriend's semi erect cock right in front of his face. It had been a long time since they'd been intimate and almost just as long since he'd gotten himself off. All the stress and anxiety from the past two months, left him erotically comatose. But now he had his boyfriend back and his boyfriend seemed to want to make up for lost time. This was a rare side to Blaine that Kurt saw only a couple times. It wasn't unheard of for Blaine to be demanding and not so romantic, but it wasn't something that happened often. This was a pure primal side of Blaine that Kurt could see coming when Blaine used curse words to get his point across.

"Blaine, you're begging."

The naked boy's face softened slightly. His confidence was wavering. "Yes. Baby, I'm begging. I'm naked and I'm begging. Just please, pleeaaassse, let me ravage you."

Kurt had pressed himself as far back in the chair as he could. He was faltering. "B-but the d-doctor…"

"The doctor is not who I want to have sex with. We'll go slow. We'll be careful and gentle. Please, Kurt? Baby, please? I love you and I feel like the release I'll get from this will be way better than any pill I could possibly take in the medicine cabinet. Please? Just- please?" Kurt gulped, but didn't answer. His eyes were still wide. Blaine crawled into the chair with Kurt, straddling his lap. He began peppering small kisses around the sides of his face and neck. "Please? I know you want to." He ground down gently and slow. "I can feel it." Kurt's eyes had drifted closed. He hadn't even noticed that he was fully erect. Kurt was definitely losing this battle. "Please?" Blaine whispered before he kissed below Kurt's ear. "Please?"

Kurt inhaled sharply. Blaine knew that the spot below his ear was his weak spot. "Oh Christ." He turned his head and captured Blaine's lips between his own.

He stayed true to his word: slow and gentle. Blaine kissed Kurt languid, yet luxuriously. He was passionate, but without vigor. Every part was slow and drawn out. He worked Kurt's buttons open tantalizingly unhurried and traced his fingers across Kurt's skin like he was afraid Kurt would break. Ironic that it was Blaine being gentle with Kurt when it was Kurt who had to be gentle with Blaine.

Blaine was able to get Kurt's shirt off without allowing him up off the chair, but he had to slide off the chair and down to his knees to tug Kurt's pants off. He kissed up every inch of Kurt's left leg and Kurt shuddered when Blaine got to his inner thigh.

Kurt couldn't believe he was letting Blaine get away with this. He wasn't sure what to think. He wasn't sure he could think at all, but nevertheless, there Blaine was, positioned between his legs and wrapping his hand around the base of Kurt's cock. "Wait. No. Not that."

Blaine looked at Kurt like a puppy who had just been scolded. "But you want it. I want to. It's my favorite-"

"Yes, I know it's your favorite thing to do and I love it when you do it, but when you blow me, you get really into it and enthused and I don't want you to hurt yourself or start doing something that jostles your head." Kurt was soft and loving when he said it. Blaine knew what Kurt was actually saying. We shouldn't be doing this in the first place, but I love you too much to say no and I don't have the strength to turn you down anyway. "Careful. Remember?"

Blaine tucked his lips in. His eyes smiled when his lips didn't. "Okay, Kurt. Careful."

Kurt was able to breath for a moment and their eyes locked in a loving glance. "Can we just, slow down a little and maybe continue in your bed?"

Blaine actually smiled this time and nodded his head. They stood up together and turned down the blankets on Blaine's bed. Kurt liked this pace. It was comfortable and a lot safer than ravaging each other the way Blaine intended too at the start. They crawled underneath the covers together and cuddled close. It suddenly dawned on Kurt that this was the first time in a long time that he'd been naked with Blaine. Not only that, but he was quickly reminded that they had broken up, Blaine had another relationship, albeit a short one, and they got back together. For as much pain as Kurt had been through in the past few months, he wasn't feeling as stressed out about the whole thing as he should be. It was like Blaine's entire accident never happened at all. Blaine never stopped loving him and never stopped wanting him. That was very reassuring.

"What?" Blaine asked, reading Kurt's expression.

"I was just thinking about how happy I am that I have you back. I love you so much. I loved the other you too, but I missed this Blaine." He put his hand over Blaine's chest.

"I'm sorry I'm so moody all the time."

"It's okay. I think it might be withdrawals from your pain medication or something. It'll pass."

There was silence and Blaine was tracing his index finger along the outsides of Kurt's face and the curve of his neck. "You're so beautiful."

Kurt jutted his chin out a little and Blaine met him halfway. Their lips connected and Kurt could feel the electricity in their slow, gentle kiss. Blaine's hand slid down Kurt's arm and rested on his hip. He could feel Blaine trying to pull Kurt on top of him. "No, Blaine," he soothed. "Your stitches. You're not supposed to have your head straight back like that."

Blaine conceded and rolled on top of Kurt instead. He kissed and nipped at Kurt's neck, eliciting a small moan from Kurt as Blaine's prize. His hips were positioned between Kurt's legs and he started gyrating, frotting his cock against Kurt's.

"B-Blaine," Kurt moaned. It felt so good to be able to say his name like that again. Something about moaning a name just brings a whole new level to knowing a person. Kurt trailed his hands down and around Blaine's back, settling on grasping his ass. He pushed down, seemingly guiding Blaine's pelvic thrusts.

"Ungh, Kurt." He lips were wet and his breath was hot. He kissed Kurt's soft spot on his neck. "Ungh, you're beautiful. You're so beautiful. I love you."

"Ohgod-Iloveyoutoo."

"H-hold on." Blaine stopped his motions and stretched as best he could to reach for his bed side drawer.

Kurt whimpered. My, how quickly I change from trying to stay away from him to pouting because he's not dry humping me.

Blaine's hand was digging through the drawer without him looking and finally pulled out a condom and a bottle of lubricant. "Sorry, my love, they weren't where I thought they were."

"Mmm. S'okay. Just put it on."

Blaine smiled at Kurt's impatience. "I love it when you try to fight me and then fail completely." He tore the condom wrapper off and rolled it on himself before hovering back on top of Kurt and kissing his lips.

"I don't fail. I fall. I fall for your every trick and I give in because who am I to deny you your deepest desire?"

"Touch�." He kissed Kurt's lips again, parting his lips as he went along.

Kurt heard the top pop off the bottle of lube and felt Blaine's weight shifting above him, but didn't open his eyes. Blaine's favorite thing to do, might have been giving Kurt a blow job because he loved nothing more than to see Kurt come undone and be able to control everything. But his second favorite thing was fingering him at face level. This was an added pleasure that blowing didn't allow. He could accurately see Kurt's face as he came undone. He often thought it was strange because he thought his favorite thing should have been having sex, because there was a mutual orgasm that happened, or getting blown himself, but Blaine often was so over whelmed by the sensations, when he was fucking Kurt, that he frequently lost the ability to think and forgot to watch what Kurt looked like as he moaned and screamed out his pleasures. That was Blaine's real pleasure: watching Kurt. He lived for Kurt, that was for sure. Making him happy was what made Blaine happy. Watching Kurt grow in pleasure and listening to the sounds that came out of him made Blaine even more turned on because he felt powerful. He was making Kurt feel this way. He was in control of how Kurt felt. He was making Kurt feel intense pleasure and knew exactly what Kurt liked best.

Without warning, he slid a lubricated finger into Kurt's heat and watched as Kurt gasped, open his eyes, shut them again, and moan. He adjusted himself over a little so that his cock was against Kurt's hip. He inserted another finger and pushed and pulled them in and out as he gyrated and rocked his hips against Kurt's. He moaned at the feel of friction against his dick on Kurt's silken skin. He kept himself at pace, occasionally crooking his fingers and touching Kurt's prostate. Just enough to tease Kurt and keep him wanting more, while still giving him the feeling of ecstasy when he hit it, yet making the feeling last longer by not making him climax. Nope, I'll be inside you when you start screaming for me to make you come if I have any say in it.

"Mmnn," Kurt moaned. "M-more. More."

Blaine inserted finger number three and dipped his head down to capture a peeked nipple gently between his teeth. He dragged his tongue across it and literally felt Kurt's chest contract and shiver. He let it go when he felt Kurt's fingers try to lace themselves in his hair. He moved his head quickly, which made Kurt open his eyes and look at Blaine apologetically. "Stitches," Blaine reminded.

"I know. I'm sorry. I forgot for a second."

"It's okay." He kissed Kurt on the mouth, slipping his tongue past Kurt's lips and meeting Kurt's behind his teeth.

Kurt moaned again when Blaine pushed his fingers in all the way and hit Kurt's pleasure center. Kurt moaned rather loudly considering Blaine's parents were asleep down the hall.

"C-Can I?" Blaine asked. "I want to be inside you now."

"Yes. Ohgodyes."

Blaine re-adjusted his body again and positioned himself at Kurt's entrance. He looked down at Kurt lovingly before kissing him wet and sweet on the mouth. He pushed in, feeling the warmth and tightness from Kurt's body. "Ggmm," he moaned against Kurt's necked.

Kurt responded with a stuttered, "Ah-mmnn." He gripped his fingertips to Blaine's shoulder blades, disbelieving that it had been so long since feeling this with Blaine.

Blaine continued to push into Kurt, thrusting slow and gentle, just like he promised. "Uhng! Oh Jesus, Kurt, you feel so good. Fuck."

"Shit. I missed you so much."

Continuously going slow was proving to be tortuous. Always feeling like they were right there, at the brink of orgasm, but never being able to fall over the edge. Blaine was sure he was going to be giving Kurt finger sized bruises on his hips from grasping him so hard. He moved back and slid his knees underneath Kurt's legs. "Come here," he asked more than demanded. Blaine helped Kurt sit up and with his legs curled up in a really awkward position, thank god for flexibility, Kurt slid himself back onto Blaine's hard dick.

Blaine moaned. "Uhng! Fuck me. Do it. I'll be okay. Uhng! Please fuck me."

Kurt didn't answer, but responded by rocking his hips and picking up speed, impaling himself again and again. "Shit. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Uhng. Blaine."

"Fuck, Kurt. OhfuckIloveyousomuch. Don't stop. Uhng. Oh god don't stop."

Kurt adjusted himself once more. Now his legs were wrapped completely around Blaine and Blaine held Kurt by his ass. Blaine lifted and dropped Kurt again and again, harder each time. Until both of them were moaning and sweating and Kurt came all over Blaine's chest, while Blaine followed suit and exploded inside the condom.

Kurt slumped forward and rested his sweaty head against Blaine's shoulder. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt and tucked his face into the crook of Kurt's neck. They were panting together and soaking in the moment.

"Oh man," Blaine chuckled.

"What?" Kurt asked. Blaine could hear the smile in his voice.

"That was way better than the pain pills."

"Mmm. I missed this. The real thing is so much better than fantasizing."

The two of them finally got up and cleaned themselves off. Blaine disposed of the condom and they got back into bed. They had put boxers and pajama bottoms on, but left their chests bare.

"How are you feeling?" Kurt asked.

"My heart is still racing." He took Kurt's hand and put it over his heart. "See?" He meant it as a sign of affection.

"Your doctor said no strenuous activity. If you die because of this, I'll kill you."

Blaine chuckled again. "If I die because of this, I'll die happy."

"Not funny. I already went a long time without seeing you naked, let's not make that happen again."

"I keep forgetting that you went months without this. To me, it's like we were making love in the garden five days ago."

"Well, I couldn't exactly take advantage of you, could I?"

"Couldn't you? I'm sure I wouldn't have said no."

"You were too innocent to take advantage of… and you spent most of your time yelling at me for me to be turned on."

Blaine scrunched up his face. "Sorry?"

"Don't apologize. I understood."

"There is no explanation possible for not wanting any part of you." He kissed Kurt's nose. "You are, without a doubt, the most beautiful," he kissed his cheek, "wonderful," kissed his other cheek, "sexy," kissed his chin, "perfect person and I could never not want you." He took Kurt's chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted Kurt's face before placing a wet and chaste kiss on his lips. "Memory or no memory." Another kiss. "You're radiance probably scared me. But I came back, right?"

Kurt kissed Blaine back. "That's for sure."