Carson slowly opened his eyes as the early morning sun streamed through Kurt's window, consciousness overtaking the sleepy fog he had been in. It took him a minute to remember where he was, but then the previous night's events rushed through his brain in a blinding flash as he gazed down at the peacefully sleeping Kurt in his arms. Now that he was fully awake, he was also fully able to proceed freaking out. Kurt had told him he loved him last night. That had actually happened. He had told him, and then they had...made out? He wasn't sure that was quite the word for what they had done, but it didn't really matter. What mattered was that it happened, and it had been so beautiful that Carson had almost started to cry afterwards, but had managed to hold himself together. After all, he had a rule about tears in front of Kurt. Even happy ones.

He smiled down at Kurt, who stirred in his arms and let out a small snuffle as he buried his face against Carson's chest. "Mmmph," he mumbled sleepily, his breath pleasantly hot through the thin fabric of Carson's shirt.

"Morning, angel" whispered Carson, planting a kiss to the top of Kurt's hair.

"What time is it?" asked Kurt with a yawn, his eyes still closed.

"A little past six," answered Carson after a quick glance at the clock on Kurt's nightstand.

"Mmmmph," Kurt groaned again, snuggling closer to Carson. "I don't wanna get up. Wanna stay here with you forever."

Carson smiled and reached a hand up to stroke gently at Kurt's cheek. "I wish you could, too."

"I could quit my job," Kurt murmured. "Quit and then I would have lots of free time to lay in bed here with you and hug you and smell you because you smell really good, damn." He inhaled deeply, as if to prove his point.

"Actually, I smell like sweat and morning breath," replied Carson. "But thanks for trying."

"You do not," said Kurt, sighing and finally exposing his face to the air. "I dunno what it is. But I like it." He looked up at Carson and shyly leaned up, catching his lips in a soft kiss. Carson closed his eyes out of instinct and savored the feeling of their lips touching, moving together as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Kurt broke from the kiss, and Carson opened his eyes to see Kurt's staring into his, sparkling in the early morning light.

"Kurt?" asked Carson, wanting to voice the thought that had been nagging at the back of his mind ever since Kurt had first kissed him the night before. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Hmm?" replied Kurt, tracing the fingers of one hand lazily across Carson's chest. It felt so nice.

"Um...we...I mean...last night, we..." Carson stammered, not quite knowing how to phrase his question.

"Last night was beautiful," Kurt said with a smile. Carson returned it in kind and took a deep breath.

"I guess what I'm asking, Kurt, is...I mean...what...what does this make us now?" asked Carson, relieved to finally have the words out and the question on the table.

"What do you mean?" asked Kurt.

"I mean...what...what are we now? To each other?"

Kurt looked thoughtful for a minute before biting his lip and meeting Carson's eye. "Well...I know it's only been about ten hours, but...do you think it's too early to call ourselves, um...boyfriends?" That last word left Kurt's mouth in a whisper, like a secret, as though he was scared to say it but was taking a chance anyway. Carson's entire body started tingling as his mind raced.

Boyfriends? Did he just...did he say boyfriends? He wants...he wants to call me his...his...oh god...

He had. He'd said the word "boyfriends." Last night had meant something to him, then. Carson knew how much of a romantic Kurt was, and that he wouldn't throw that word around for nothing, not unless he really believed it. The very thought that Kurt actually wanted him made Carson almost unable to breathe as he stared at Kurt in amazement.

"Carsey?" asked Kurt.

Carson mentally shook himself and smiled at him. "I...Kurt, of course not. It's not too early at all." He felt his smile turning into an ear-to-ear grin as Kurt's eyes lit up in delight.

"Really?" he asked.

"Of course! God, Kurt, you know how I feel. I just...I never allowed myself to believe you felt the same way," said Carson in a choked up voice. Don't cry, don't cry, don't fucking cry...

"Boyfriends," said Kurt carefully, as though he were testing the word out. "We're...we're boyfriends. You're my boyfriend."

Carson felt his heart melting into a puddle of goo as he brushed a stray hair off of Kurt's forehead and nodded. "I'm your boyfriend," he agreed. Kurt kissed him again, cupping Carson's cheek with one hand, and Carson didn't think he'd ever get over the exploding fireworks feeling that took over his stomach whenever their lips touched.

"I really don't want to get up," Kurt groaned into Carson's mouth.

"Then don't," mumbled Carson.

"Have to," Kurt said with a sigh, pulling away from the kiss. "I've already missed so many days. I don't want to start being late too and have Isabelle be pissed at me after only a couple of weeks." He threw the covers off his side of the bed and slowly got up, stretching his arms out as he did so and causing his tight sleep T-shirt to tighten across his chest. Not that Carson was staring or anything.

Ok, he totally was.

"Ok," said Kurt as he got out of bed and brushed a hand absentmindedly through his own hair. "I'm going to shower and get ready, and then I'm going to kiss your face for a little bit more before I have to leave."

"Sounds good to me," said Carson with a smile as Kurt padded across the room. His smile faded and his breath hitched in his throat as he watched Kurt pulling at the hem of his own shirt and lifting it up and off, tossing it into the clothes hamper. Carson was taken aback by just how much more muscular and toned Kurt had become, even compared to a few months ago, and he ducked his head down out of habit so as not to be caught staring.

"No," said Kurt. "No, Carson. You...you can look. It's ok."

Carson lifted his head slowly and allowed himself to take in the sight of Kurt shirtless. It may have sounded cliché, but Kurt looked like he'd been carved out of marble by the gods themselves.

Well, fuck sounding like a cliché. I don't care. He's BEAUTIFUL. And...and now he's mine. I just can't.

"See anything you like?" asked Kurt cheekily, and Carson blushed.

"As a matter of fact," replied Carson, his eyes still glued to Kurt's body. "I do."

Kurt grinned and walked over to him, leaning down to kiss him with both hands cupping Carson's face. "Don't feel shy looking, Carsey. Ok? You can look as much as you want. You can even touch."

"Touch," Carson repeated, tentatively reaching a hand out and only hesitating a moment before working up his courage and gingerly stroking his fingers down Kurt's chest.

"Mmm," murmured Kurt appreciatively.

"God, Kurt," Carson breathed, pulling his hand back as though it were on fire. He couldn't handle all these feelings in such a short amount of time. "I love you so much."

Kurt kissed him one more time and stroked his cheek with his thumb. "Gonna go shower now, ok?" Carson nodded numbly and watched him walk out of the room toward the bathroom, his eyes glued to the smooth expanse of skin as he tried to force himself not to pop a boner.

This is a dream. This HAS to be a dream. I fell and hit my head and hallucinated the past twenty-four hours, like Tina did that one time she fell in the fountain at the mall and then wouldn't shut up about how Kurt was now Finn and the other way around. Carson gave himself a pinch on the arm to prove his point.

"Ow," he said out loud. It hurt. That was all it took for him to jump out of bed and start dancing and hugging himself like a fool.

He loves me. He loves me, he loves me, he loves me, he loooves meeeee. He was so happy he didn't know what to do with himself until he remembered that he was in an apartment. An apartment with a kitchen.

Breakfast. I should go make breakfast for us, he thought happily as he made his way into the kitchen area. It seemed to be a little low on actual food, and Carson made a mental note to go grocery shopping while Kurt was at work. He rooted around in the tiny refrigerator until he found some eggs, and located a box of oatmeal in the cupboard. By the time Kurt had showered and dressed and emerged from the bedroom, Carson had a glass of orange juice, a plate of scrambled eggs, and a bowl of oatmeal sitting on the table, with a bit of sugar sitting in a plastic cup with a spoon, just in case Kurt wanted to use it in the oatmeal.

"What's all this?" asked Kurt with a smile as he came into the kitchen.

"Breakfast," said Carson. "I don't want my...my boyfriend...to leave without food in him."

Kurt's smile grew bigger as he placed his hands on Carson's waist and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "I get the feeling I'm going to be a spoiled boyfriend."

"You may be correct," replied Carson, pulling out the chair from the table and making a gesture toward it. "Have a seat, baby."

Kurt nodded and sat, and Carson pushed his chair into place before sitting down himself across from him, not bothering to hide the grin on his face.

"So, can I drive you to work?" he asked as Kurt began eating. "I have that rental car parked on the street. May as well put it to good use. And then you don't have to take that stupid subway."

Kurt shook his head. "I'd like that, Carsey, but traffic's going to be nuts. And you don't have a whole lot of experience driving in the city. I'd be late by the time we even got into it. Subway's faster."

"But it's full of weird people," protested Carson. "Weird, dangerous people."

"Carson, I've been taking the subway every day since I got this internship," said Kurt through a mouthful of eggs. "And I'm still alive."

Carson frowned. "I'm just protective. And I worry."

Kurt smiled and reached across the table, patting his hand gently. "It'll be ok, Carsey. You worry too much."

"I'm gonna be there to meet you when you're done with work," said Carson determinedly. "I worry more at night."

"Aaaw," said Kurt, rubbing his thumb over Carson's knuckles comfortingly. "How about you drive me to the subway station? Will that make you feel better?"

Carson smiled and nodded. "Ok. But we're going to get you some pepper spray soon."

Kurt's first day back at Vogue was one of the longest days of his entire life. Not that he didn't absolutely love his job, but he was still kind of reeling from the events of the past day and still had yet to mentally process the fact that he had actually finally confessed his feelings to Carson. And that Carson hadn't rejected him. When he thought about all the things Carson had witnessed between him and Blaine, he couldn't believe that his twin had just accepted so quickly. To think that he loved Kurt that much, to still want him even after all the hurt and probable heartbreak that Kurt had put him through, made Kurt want to just curl up in the corner and cry tears of happiness. He finally had Carson. He finally had what his heart wanted all along.

See, Kurt? See what happens when you take the initiative and just go for it when you want something? Good things, Kurt. Good things happen.

Of course, the constant stream of text messages from Blaine he kept receiving were putting just a little bit of a damper on his good mood. Kurt had been getting them for days, ever since the day after Carson's arrival in New York, and he had ignored every single one. Most of them were along the lines of "I'm sorry that you're upset, and I love you, so can't we just talk about this?" Kurt had to give him points for persistence, but he had absolutely no intention of talking to Blaine for a very long time.

You had your chance, Blaine. You had SO MANY chances, and I was a fool to ever even give you one. I'm done. You can apologize all you want, but I'm done.

By the time the end of the work day rolled around, Kurt was more than ready to spend a nice, long evening with Carson and just forget that the entire world existed for a while. True to his word, his twin arrived at the Vogue office to meet him just as one of Kurt's co-workers, Chase, was delivering him a phone message.

"Who the hell was that?" asked Carson with narrowed eyes as Chase excused himself and left Kurt's office.

Kurt chuckled lightly at the obvious jealousy. "Oh, honey, that's just Chase. He's nobody. Just a co-worker."

"He's a co-worker who wants to be knocked up with your octuplets," said Carson, crossing his arms and glaring in Chase's direction. "He was practically undressing you with his eyes."

Kurt got up from his desk and took Carson's hand gently. "You're so cute when you're jealous," he whispered.

"Aw, man," said Carson with an exaggerated pout. "I was going for intimidating. Didn't it work?"

"Not really," said Kurt, stroking his hand. "You're a teddy bear."

"To you," said Carson. "To everyone else, I am a ferocious beast they don't want to fuck with."

"Did you have any trouble finding the place?" asked Kurt as they made their way out of the building, giving Isabelle a quick wave goodbye as they passed her office.

"Nope," answered Carson, sounding proud of himself. "The receptionist didn't even ask me who I was here to see. I think she probably thought I was you. Clearly she missed the T-shirt and jeans."

The subway ride back to their neighborhood was long but somewhat entertaining, as Carson spent the entire time with one arm placed protectively around Kurt's shoulder while he gave the stink eye to anyone who even glanced over in their direction.

"Not everyone is out to get us, you know," said Kurt as they got off the train and headed down the street to where Carson had parked his rental car.

"Maybe not, but I take no chances," said Carson as they got in and he started the engine. "You're precious to me, Kurtsie." Kurt felt a fluttering of butterfly wings in his stomach and looked around quickly to make sure there weren't any nosy onlookers before leaning across the seat and giving Carson a quick kiss on the lips.

"I missed you all day," he said quietly as their lips parted from one another. "Were you terribly bored?"

Carson shook his head vigorously. "Nope. Quite the opposite, actually. I was really productive," he said mysteriously.

"Oh?" said Kurt, intrigued. "May I ask how so?"

Carson grinned. "You'll see." Kurt was definitely intrigued now. They arrived at their building soon enough, and when Carson slid the door open and led Kurt inside, Kurt's heart thudded excitedly in his chest. He could immediately see exactly how his twin had spent his day while Kurt was away. He had obviously spent part of the day cleaning, because the apartment was a lot neater than it had been when Kurt left that morning (he hadn't had the energy to clean or neaten up much in the past few days ever since the Blaine fiasco). But best of all was what Kurt saw in the living room area. There was a light blue blanket spread across the floor, with a basket in the middle next to a bottle of wine from Kurt's stash, two glasses, and two plates. Scented candles in glass holders were lined up on either side of the blanket, unlit, and (this was the best part) there were flower petals scattered around the blanket.

"A picnic for us," said Carson nervously, leading Kurt by the hand over to the blanket. "I, um...I wanted to do something romantic and stuff because of...of last night...and this was what I thought of. I did a little grocery shopping, because you were out of, like, everything, and then I saw the candles at the store and, well...the idea just kind of formed from there. There's sandwiches and cake in the basket."

"Carsey," Kurt breathed, unable to form any words beyond that, because this was by far the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for him, ever. "I...I don't know what to say...are those lilacs?" he asked, indicating the flower petals. Carson nodded.

"Yep," he said. "I know they're your favorite, so I thought maybe they'd add a little nice touch-" His words were cut off as Kurt attacked his lips, kissing him hard and deep and hoping like hell that Carson could feel how deeply moved and in love he was right now.

"So...the lilacs were a good idea?" Carson asked with a smile as Kurt broke from the kiss.

"Do you have any idea how much I love you right now?" asked Kurt. Carson's smile grew bigger.

"You like it?" he asked.

"I love it," said Kurt, settling himself carefully down on the blanket as Carson sat across from him and opened the basket, taking out a book of matches and lighting the candles.

"They're lilac scented, too," he said proudly as he blew out his match. Kurt wanted to just jump him right there, but he somehow managed to restrain himself until they had eaten and were working on their third glass of wine each.

"Come here," he said quietly, reaching his arms out to Carson, who eagerly crawled over and accepted Kurt's waiting lips on his own. Kurt kissed him intently, moving his lips firmly but gently over Carson's before sucking on his bottom lip, reaching one hand behind Carson to rest in his twin's hair, his fingers stroking lightly. Carson let out a tiny whine and deepened the kiss, running his hands up and down Kurt's sides.

"Love you," Kurt whispered briefly before putting his lips back on Carson's and working them down to his jaw, covering every inch of skin he could get to with tiny kisses while Carson gasped.

"Kurt," he groaned as Kurt got bold and nipped a little bite right below his ear. He took his mouth off of Carson and lay back on the blanket among the lilac petals, careful to avoid knocking down the candles as he did so. He grabbed Carson's shirt by the neck and pulled him down on top of him, their lips meeting again in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss as everything suddenly became much more intense and heated.

"Mmm," Kurt moaned appreciatively as he gave another little bite at Carson's bottom lip, and he felt Carson shivering slightly on top of him. He pressed his tongue against Carson's lips, and Carson eagerly opened his mouth, allowing Kurt to slide their tongues together deliciously and whimpering as he held onto Kurt's arms for dear life. One of his legs was pressing between Kurt's, and Kurt could feel himself hardening quickly in his pants. From the sizable bulge he could feel stiffening on top of him, Carson was doing the same.

"Wait," Carson said, breaking from the kiss and looking down at Kurt, a worried expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" asked Kurt.

"You...your clothes," said Carson. "We...if we...you'll get your pants dirty..."

Kurt shook his head. "I don't care. That's what dry-cleaning is for," he said, catching Carson's lips back in a kiss and running his hands down his back as he spread his legs wider to allow Carson better freedom of movement. He rested his hands on Carson's ass, squeezing it through his pants and causing Carson to let out a moan that was muffled by their kissing. He started rutting eagerly against Kurt, and the friction was so amazing that Kurt's brain just turned itself completely off as he closed his eyes and allowed himself to enjoy it. His grip on Carson's ass tightened and he pressed down as he thrust up, intensifying the friction. Embarrassingly quickly, he could feel the tight heat in his stomach coiling toward critical mass.

"Mmmph...oh god," he moaned, not wanting to come so soon but knowing he was powerless to stop it. With a loud whine, he let go and came hard, his dick twitching in his pants as he felt them filling up with wetness. Carson gazed at him in wonder, his hands running tenderly up and down Kurt's arms as Kurt came down from his high.

"You ok?" he asked softly. Kurt bit his lip and nodded. He felt Carson still hard against him and whined at the sensitivity, sitting up and pulling Carson in for a sweet kiss before trailing one hand down his twin's chest and stomach, stopping at the top of his pants. He quickly worked the button and pulled the zipper down, snaking his hand inside and into Carson's underwear and taking hold of his dick. He briefly marveled at how good Carson felt in his hand, and decided he was definitely going to want to touch him more later, when he could take his time and really look. And taste.

For now, though, he just wanted to get Carson off, so he began earnestly working his hand up and down the shaft, twisting his wrist as best he could on every upstroke to stimulate the head, and using the pre-come that had gathered at the tip for lubrication. Carson's eyes had shot open wide and he was letting out tiny little gasps as he looked at Kurt with his mouth open.

"Kurt, I..." he tried to say, words failing him as his eyes closed and Kurt's ministrations increased. His hands flew up to Kurt's shoulders, gripping them desperately.

"Let go, Carsey," said Kurt gently as he continued working him with his hand. "Let go, baby. Let me see you." Carson took several short, panting breaths and then arched, throwing his head back as he came with a moan. His dick pulsated and shot wet warmth all over Kurt's hand, and if Kurt hadn't already come, he would have become hard again just from that, and the way Carson was shuddering through the aftershocks of his orgasm as he came down.

They just looked at each other for a minute, Kurt's hand still enclosed around Carson's softening dick, and Carson shakily leaned his face in to kiss Kurt lightly on the lips.

"Love you," he whispered. Kurt smiled and nibbled a little on his bottom lip.

"Love you, too," he answered.

Later that night, after the picnic (and them) had been cleaned up and they were cuddled up in Kurt's bed watching Titanic on Kurt's laptop, Carson let out a sigh and hugged Kurt a little bit closer.

"Something on your mind?" asked Kurt.

"You mean, besides what we did out in the living room?" asked Carson.

"Mmm, that was fun," said Kurt, tracing his hand lazily across Carson's stomach.

"Yeah, it was," agreed Carson. "I just...sometimes I still think this has to be a dream. You know?"

Kurt nodded. "I know. I...I understand. It's hard to believe, but it's real."

Carson sighed again. "I just never thought I would be this lucky."

Kurt smiled and kissed his chest. "Actually, I'm the lucky one, baby." He leaned his head up and kissed Carson deeply, pouring all the passion he felt in his heart into the kiss. He wanted Carson to feel as loved and cherished as he felt.

They never did finish watching Titanic. Making out was a much more appealing option.

Carson didn't have time to plan anything romantic the next day after Kurt left for work, because he had exhausted all the clean clothes he had packed and desperately needed to do laundry. He spent several hours in a local laundromat, dropping off Kurt's soiled pants from the night before for dry-cleaning while he was at it. The girl behind the counter gave him an amused look, and he gave her bitch face, silently daring her to say anything. She didn't.

It was early afternoon by the time he got back to the apartment with his clean laundry, and he was just hanging up his hoodies in Kurt's closet when he heard a knocking on the door.

"Kurt?" he heard a familiar voice calling from behind it. "Kurt, I forgot my key. Are you home?" Carson groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. God, not Trollberry. I'm not sure I have the strength.

He crossed the apartment and slid the door open, thoroughly enjoying the disappointed look on Rachel's face when she was greeted with him instead of Kurt.

"Oh," she said deflatedly. "You're still here."

"Yep," said Carson cheerfully as she stepped into the apartment. "My visit has been extended. Indefinitely."

"But you are going home at some point, correct?" she asked as she disappeared into her bedroom behind her privacy curtain.

"Eventually," he said with a shrug. He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms thoughtfully as he watched her fill a bag with some clothes and various bottles and tubes from her dresser.

The fuck is she wearing? he thought, as he looked in horror at her outfit. I'm nauseated from those short shorts, and god, I definitely NEVER needed to see that much of her boobs hanging out ever again. That outfit Kurt made her wear in the tenth grade was more than enough.

"So, what's up with this?" he asked.

"What's up with what?" she asked absentmindedly as she tossed things into her bag.

"Your outfit," Carson replied. "Your whole new look in general. What do they call that in the fashion world? Streetwalker Chic?"

Rachel stiffened and turned around, glaring at him. "Charming as ever, Carson," she said, giving him a sarcastic smile. "I'll have you know that your own brother was responsible for my makeover, and I think I trust his taste in clothes a little more than yours."

Kurtsie, I love you, but the world did NOT need to see this much of Rachel Berry's bare skin.

"Hmm. What's with the makeup, though?" asked Carson. "Do you perhaps work as a birthday party clown on the side? I have to say, Trollberry, I approve of this career change. I think you really have a shot at it. Best of luck to you," he finished with a cheeky grin.

"Ugh," Rachel groaned, zipping her bag shut and slinging it over her shoulder as she narrowed her eyes at him. "Screw this. I'm going to stay with Brody for a little while longer. Tell Kurt I'll be back when you're gone," she said huffily.

"Have fun!" Carson called cheerfully, waving at her as she rolled her eyes and walked out of the apartment, sliding the door shut behind her.

Thank god," he thought in relief after the door shut. I did NOT want her ass hanging around. I...well...what with Kurt and I, and all... Long story short, he was extremely grateful that Rachel wasn't going to be around to be a cockblock.

He left to go into the city then, not wanting to be late meeting Kurt after his work day ended, and arrived right on time, walking into Kurt's office just as his brother was tossing something into the trash. A huge bouquet of flowers sat on his desk, which he was looking at with extreme distaste.

"What are those?" Carson asked, his stomach doing a nervous flip as he indicated the flowers.

Kurt sighed. "They...they're from Blaine," he said quickly, looking uncomfortably from Carson to the flowers and back again. "I've been ignoring his calls and texts, so I guess now he's stepped up to tangible gift items."

Carson felt a surge of anger radiating through his body as he glared at the flowers. "Asshole," he muttered. "I bet he's been texting. Probably trying to convince you that it wasn't really cheating and he just tripped and landed ass first on some strange guy's dick."

Kurt gave him a small smile and got up from his desk, wrapping Carson up in a hug. "It's ok, Carsey," he whispered reassuringly. "They're just flowers. Come on, let's go home and spend some quality time together," he said with a wink. Carson felt himself blushing as all sorts of visions danced through his head. He wanted so badly to kiss him, but knew that he couldn't. Not the way he wanted. Not in public. So he settled for raising his eyebrows and tapping Kurt lightly on the tip of the nose.

"Sounds like a plan," he answered, placing one arm around Kurt's shoulder and leading him away. They arrived home just as it was beginning to get dark, and Kurt let out a tired little sigh as they entered the apartment.

"You ok?" asked Carson, concerned. "You must be exhausted."

"I'm a little bit tired," said Kurt with a shrug. "I think maybe I'll take a bath before I eat anything."

"Ok," agreed Carson. "I was thinking maybe pizza."

"Pizza would be heaven," groaned Kurt happily. "Pepperoni, please? Rachel never lets me get it when we order pizza together."

"Sure," said Carson. "Oh, speaking of Trollberry, she was here today. She said to tell you she's staying with Brady for a while longer."

"Brody," Kurt corrected him. "And that works. I love her, but..." he trailed off, looking shyly at Carson. "You know. Us."

Carson nodded. "Exactly," he said with a smile. "Want me to run your bath for you?"

Kurt shook his head in protest. "No, that's ok, Carsey. You don't have to."

"I want to, Kurtsie," said Carson with a smile, reaching out to stroke Kurt's cheek lovingly. He leaned in and caught Kurt's lips in a deep kiss, shivering as Kurt ran his tongue across his bottom lip delightfully. "I'll have it ready in a minute."

Kurt smiled. "Ok," he agreed. He headed off to the bedroom while Carson went into the bathroom, taking a towel from the little shelf above the toilet and placing it on the edge of the tub. He turned the water on, letting the hot run for a minute before adding a little bit of cold. Just a little bit, because he knew Kurt liked it almost scalding. He'd never understood that particular preference, but whatever Kurt wanted he would get. He added a sprinkle of the bubble bath from the box in the tub and watched as the tub filled with water and satisfying suds.

"You really spoil me, you know," said Kurt from behind him, and Carson turned around to see him standing there clad in nothing but a bathrobe. He swallowed and started playing with his hands nervously.

"Yeah, well..." he said, feeling himself blushing again from the tips of his toes to the roots of his hair. "I...I enjoy spoiling you. I've waited so long just for the opportunity to spoil you and show you how much I love you."

Kurt smiled and kissed him before stepping back and untying the waist of his robe, letting it fall from his shoulders and pool at his feet, leaving him completely naked and standing there in front of Carson, who sucked in a breath and tried not to faint.

Oh fuck, he's so gorgeous, he thought as he took in Kurt's form, knowing that his mouth was hanging open and not quite remembering how to close it. Oh god, I just...I can't...he looks even better than I imagined, and...oh dear god, his dick...it's beautiful...everything is beautiful...I... He lost all train of thought as Kurt stepped forward again and kissed him, his nude body pressed to Carson's clothed one, and Carson almost fainted dead away. It took him almost a full minute to realize that Kurt had stepped away again, and the next time he turned around, he was greeted by an eyeful of Kurt's gorgeous bare ass as his twin stepped into the bathtub gingerly and settled down, letting out a happy sigh.

"Mmm," Kurt murmured. "This is nice."

Carson couldn't answer him. He was too busy staring while trying not to look like he was blatantly staring. Unfortunately, he wasn't very good at it.

"Enjoying the view?" Kurt asked seductively, and Carson's brain was really having a hard time coming up with words, because God, Kurt, you can't just talk like that, ok? it does stuff to me, and...and...fuck, what was I even just saying?

"Would you like to join me?" asked Kurt, biting his lip in a really appealing way, and that was the precise moment Carson's brain short circuited.

"I...I...I..." he stammered. "I don't...don't need to...you...bath...pizza..."

Kurt laughed. "You're so adorable when you try to pretend you don't want to strip off those damn clothes and come join me," he said, his voice getting lower and rougher as he neared the end of that sentence. Carson felt his heart rate climbing, probably to a dangerous level, as he swallowed and tried to summon up the brainpower to do...something. Anything. Don't just stand there, Carson, you look like a jackass.

"I...can I?" he asked, almost in a whisper, and Kurt smiled and nodded eagerly.

"I want you in here, Carsey," he said with his signature pout, and that was it. Carson, after all, could never resist the pout. He shakily started removing his clothes as quickly as he could, and Kurt's eyes widened in delight as he stood there in front of him, finally nude.

"Wow," said Kurt breathily. "Yeah, you need to get in here. Like, yesterday." Carson walked slowly up to the bathtub and took a deep breath before carefully climbing in, settling himself in Kurt's lap so that his back was pressed up against his chest. He could feel Kurt's dick underneath him and shivered as Kurt wrapped his arms around him.

"There we go," he murmured in Carson's ear, placing little kisses there and darting his tongue out to swipe at the sensitive spot below. "How do you feel?"

"Like I'm dying," answered Carson, his eyes closed as Kurt started sucking lazily at his neck. At the rate they were going, he was going to be one giant hickey by the end of the week. He said a silent prayer of thanks that Rachel hadn't seemed to notice anything when she was there today, and Fuck, Carson, stop thinking about Trollberry while Kurt is doing things with his tongue...oh god, keep doing that, Kurt.

"Shhh," soothed Kurt, his hands now sliding up and down the slippery skin of Carson's chest. "Relax, baby. You're tense." He lightly tweaked one of Carson's nipples as he caught his earlobe between his teeth, and Carson couldn't stop himself from moaning as he felt his dick stiffening. One of Kurt's hands stayed on his chest while the other traveled lower, and if Carson felt like he was dying before, that was nothing compared to how he felt when Kurt's hand lightly brushed against his growing hardness.

"Kurt," he breathed.

"Do you want me to touch you, Carsey?" Kurt whispered in his ear. "Can I make you feel good?"

Carson's breath hitched as he nodded. "Y...yes." He felt Kurt hardening, his dick pressing into the small of his back as his hand gently encircled Carson's erection. Carson moaned as a wave of pleasure rippled through his body, the warm water doing nothing to help his elevating temperature.

"You're so hot, Carson," Kurt said softly, and Carson didn't know whether he meant literally or figuratively, but either way worked for him. He didn't really care, because Kurt's hand was stroking him slowly, almost agonizingly so, and it was both extremely pleasurable and extremely torturous at the same time. It was good, so good, and yet not nearly enough.

"Kuuuurt," he moaned as his twin continued touching him tantalizingly. "Kurt, I...please..."

"What do you need, baby?" asked Kurt in a soothing voice. "Tell me."

Carson bit his lip. "I need...need you...please...ah...fuck!" he cried out as Kurt sped up his hand, finally providing Carson with the friction he was now desperate for, made all the more intense by the addition of the hot water they were in. He tried to stop himself from bucking up into Kurt's hand and was woefully unsuccessful.

"It's ok, Carsey," said Kurt. "It's ok. Go ahead. Fuck my hand, sweetheart." Just the sound of Kurt swearing while doing that made Carson let out a moan that he was sure could be heard all the way in Manhattan. He leaned back and rested his head on Kurt's chest as the warm water and bubbles bobbed around them and Kurt continued working him over. He could feel a pleasant orgasm building steadily in the lower half of his body.

"Kurt...Kurt...oh god, shit," Carson panted, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He could feel Kurt's dick throbbing against him, and fuck, that was so hot, and he suddenly really wanted to be facing Kurt when he came. He gently batted Kurt's hand away and maneuvered himself so that he was kneeling between Kurt's legs, facing him, and Kurt gave him a brief questioning look before Carson took his own dick and Kurt's in his fist and started stroking them together.

"Ooooh," Kurt moaned, throwing his head back as Carson took over the stroking. "Oh god, Carson...yes.."

Encouraged, Carson experimented with the speed of his stroking until he saw Kurt's face take on a wild look and his breath started coming out in short, gaspy breaths.

"Oh shit...like that, Carson. Like that, don't stop...don't stop...ah.."

Carson had no intention of stopping. Not when his hand was causing Kurt to make all those gorgeous noises. He performed half a dozen more strokes before he felt Kurt tense up beneath him, his face contorting in pleasure as he pulsed and came in Carson's hand with a whine. The sight was enough for Carson, and he followed Kurt over the edge with two more pumps of his hand, spilling over his own fist and Kurt's dick and stomach. He sat there with both of their softening dicks still in his hand, gasping and trying to wrap his brain around what he'd just done. Kurt looked at him, his eyes blown black with arousal, his cheeks pink and his lips a tantalizing red, and let out a small breath.

"God," he breathed. Carson leaned in, unable to resist those lips, and gave him a hard, passionate kiss.

"You're gorgeous when you come," he said. "Just...I can't even take it, Kurt. You're just beautiful." Kurt's bottom lip quivered as if he were going to cry, but he didn't. He just reached up a hand to stroke at Carson's cheek.

"Shhh," he said. "Don't...let's just...come here." He pulled Carson against him, and Carson rested his head on Kurt's chest, the water splashing gently up around them as he listened to the beating of Kurt's heart. Surely, he thought, this is what heaven would feel like. If there was a heaven. I'm so in love with this man, I can't even handle it. I wish I could be a giant cliché and shout it from the rooftops. Fucking society, though.

"I want to take you out," he blurted out later that night, as he and Kurt snuggled together in bed, preparing to go to sleep after gorging themselves on all the pepperoni pizza they could stand.

"Out?" asked Kurt.

"Yes," replied Carson. "Like...on a date. A real one. I just...you're my boyfriend now, and I want to take you out on a date and treat you like my boyfriend. I know that we can't...you know...exactly be out and proud in public, but I just...you deserve everything in life, Kurt. Including a boyfriend who's proud of you and worships you and takes you out. I want to be that for you, Kurtsie. I want to give you that."

Kurt's lips curled into an affectionate smile. "Oh, Carsey. You do give me that. I've never been more spoiled in my entire life."

"Well, you deserve it," Carson repeated. "I've waited my entire life for you, and now that I have you, I want to treat you like the prince you are."

Kurt leaned in and kissed him softly. "I'd love to go out on a date with you, Carsey," he said, his smile growing bigger.

"Good," said Carson, smiling back. "Um...how about tomorrow night? It's Friday, so..."

Kurt nodded. "Great. Where should we go?"

Carson shrugged. "I...um...actually, I don't know. But I'll think of something." He kissed Kurt on the forehead and turned out the bedside lamp. "In the meantime, let's go to sleep. I know how particular you are about your beauty rest. Even though you don't need it. You're naturally beautiful and make everybody else in the world look like rotting zombies."

Kurt snorted. "I love you, you weirdo."

"I love you, too," replied Carson. "But I wasn't kidding."

Carson spent much of the next day trying to figure out where he and Kurt could go for a date that was within their very limited budget. Everything in New York was so expensive, not to mention that nothing felt right, or special enough. Then again, he reminded himself, not very much would be special enough to be worthy of Kurt. Kurt was one in a million.

If only I could, like...rearrange the stars in the sky to spell out his name, or something. God, listen to me. Did I really just say that? Who am I? See? This is what love does to me. Or...at least...this is what being in love with KURT does to me.

He'd almost given up on finding a suitable idea for a date when he remembered that he'd passed by a quaint little cafe/bakery in a nearby neighborhood the other day while he was out buying groceries. Maybe that would work. Kurt had an insatiable sweet tooth. Not surprising, really, since he was so sweet himself. Plus, he usually loved little places like that. He always had. And it would be relatively inexpensive. Carson pictured the two of them in a cozy little booth, sharing a dessert and having eyes only for each other, as if the whole world had melted away but them. He almost shivered in delight at the thought.

He was practically bouncing around in excitement when Kurt got through with work that day, so eager was he to begin their evening. He'd made pasta for dinner for them to eat beforehand, since he wasn't going into the city to meet Kurt at his office (Kurt had insisted that he didn't need to do that and could stop, and Carson had reluctantly agreed, so long as Kurt called him frequently to let him know he was still breathing). He was just putting the finishing touches on the sauce when the door slid open and Kurt walked in.

"Kurtsie!" exclaimed Carson happily as Kurt crossed over to him and gave him a kiss. "Mmm, I missed you. How was work?"

"Exhausting, but satisfying," said Kurt with a smile. "God, that smells delicious," he said, indicating the pasta.

"It's just about ready," said Carson, stirring a pinch of pepper into the sauce. "About five more minutes."

"Awesome. I'm going to go change my clothes, then," said Kurt. "I want to look handsome for our date."

Carson smiled. "Ok." He busied himself arranging pasta into two plates and had everything beautifully set, if he did say so himself, by the time Kurt emerged from the bedroom, dressed in one of his "better" outfits (to Carson, they were all his better outfits...Kurt looked gorgeous in everything and anything).

"How do I look?" asked Kurt, doing a dramatic little spin for effect.

"Beautiful," said Carson with a smile. "Breathtakingly beautiful. As always." Kurt blushed and kissed him quickly.

"Your chair, baby," said Carson, pulling out Kurt's chair and gesturing for him to sit, which Kurt did. He sat himself across from Kurt and was almost literally unable to pry his eyes away from his twin for the entire meal, he was so enamored with him.

"Shall we go?" asked Carson once they had finished eating and the dishes had been placed in the sink to deal with later. "Your chariot awaits."

Kurt wasn't sure what he was expecting a date with Carson to be like, exactly. He wasn't sure it would be all that much different from when they used to go places together before they were dating. Dating. That word still seemed so foreign to Kurt. He still couldn't believe that he and Carson were actually in that type of relationship now. He would seriously have to learn how to get over it, because it was real, and damn it, he wanted to enjoy the fact that it was real.

Carson had insisted on driving them in his rental car instead of walking, because he felt the streets were too dangerous to walk at night, even though it was only seven in the evening and there were plenty of people walking around who would be more than happy to dial 911 if some demented murderer surprised them in an alley and threatened to take away Kurt's virtue.

Carson, needless to say, had not been amused when Kurt had made that particular observation.

They had driven out of their neighborhood and into a slightly larger, slightly less scary one. Carson had parked the car outside a storefront that featured a lit-up neon sign proclaiming it to be called The Rolling Scones. Kurt squealed at the name.

"That's so cute!" he exclaimed.

"I saw this place while I was out grocery shopping the other day," Carson said after he went around to Kurt's side of the car to open the door for him. "I know you're a sucker for sweets, and I didn't know exactly where I should take you, and nothing seemed right, and..."

"Carsey," Kurt said reassuringly, taking his hand and squeezing gently. "It's adorable. Come on, let's go inside. I can hear the sound of sugar and chocolate calling my name. And yours."

Carson grinned and they pushed the door of the café open. Kurt's senses were overwhelmed by the smell of baked goods as they entered. There were countless glass cases inside, containing all sorts of muffins, cakes, pies, and cookies. There was a small ice cream area in the corner, and a dining area with tables and several booths. It was the most precious place Kurt had ever seen.

"I'm getting ice cream," he declared, his decision final as he looked at the tempting tub of chocolate in the frozen case. "What about you?"

Carson laughed. "You're adorable. I'm going to get a muffin."

They ordered their treats and sat down across from each other in a tiny corner booth, hidden away from most of the otherwise empty café. Kurt began licking his ice cream cone, and the way Carson stared and blushed certainly did not escape his attention. He grinned slyly and licked the ice cream slower, twirling his tongue seductively around the tip, and Carson coughed and looked down at his muffin.

"You're teasing me on purpose," he said in a hushed voice.

"Mmm, yep," replied Kurt, licking a long stripe around his ice cream. "Sure am."

"You're evil."

Kurt grinned. "Teasing you like this is fun, though."

Carson smiled as he shoved a chunk of muffin into his mouth. "I'll have my revenge."

Kurt raised one eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"Yep."

"What revenge might this be?" asked Kurt sweetly.

"I...um...you'll see," said Carson, chewing on his muffin thoughtfully and letting Kurt know that he actually had no idea. Kurt smiled and finished his ice cream, giving it several more filthy licks for Carson's benefit before actually eating it.

"You have a little bit of ice cream on the corner of your mouth, Kurtsie," said Carson with a smile as they prepared to get up and throw their trash away. "Here, I'll get it." He reached out his hand to gently swipe at the ice cream on Kurt's mouth, and Kurt had no idea what came over him, but before he could stop himself, he sucked Carson's finger into his mouth and sucked gently at the tip. Carson almost choked as his breath hitched and his eyes grew comically wide.

"God, Kurt," he said breathlessly. Kurt let go of his finger and darted his tongue out to lick at his own bottom lip briefly before giving him a big grin.

"I expect you'll be wanting to step up that revenge," he said as they got up, threw away their trash, and exited the café.

"You can say that again," mumbled Carson, but he was smiling.

They decided to take a little walk before heading back to the car, and Kurt looped his arm through Carson's, snuggling up to him as much as he dared, considering they were on a relatively populated street. Whatever. We're twins. People can't say a damn thing about twins being close to each other.

"Carsey!" he exclaimed excitedly after they had been walking for about five minutes. "Look, there's a park! With swings! And it's empty!" He took Carson's hand and started running toward the swings, hopping onto one the second he reached them. He freaking loved swings. Always had.

"Need a push?" Carson asked, an amused smile on his face as he watched Kurt kick his legs in the air. Kurt nodded.

"Please," he said gesturing behind him. Carson smiled and walked behind him, taking the chains of the swing in his hands and pulling Kurt back several feet before letting go.

"I'm flying!" Kurt said in his best Kate Winslet voice as Carson gently pushed at his back with every backswing, and he heard his twin chuckling behind him.

"You're too much, Kurtsie," he said as he pushed.

"Maybe," said Kurt as he kicked his legs out into the air. "But you love me."

"That I do," replied Carson. "You're too much, but you're all mine." He took hold of the swing's chain on the next backswing, holding Kurt in place. Kurt leaned his head back to face Carson's just in time for their lips to meet in a sweet, gentle kiss.

"People could have seen," Kurt whispered as their lips parted from each other.

"I don't care," Carson whispered back, kissing him again as stars danced behind Kurt's eyes.

They got home an hour later, barely able to keep their hands off each other long enough to get into the apartment. The second the door was closed behind them, Kurt had Carson pressed up against the wall, kissing him like his life depended on it before moving his lips down to kiss, suck, and bite desperately at whatever bit of Carson's neck he could reach, his hands roaming until they found the hem of Carson's T-shirt and pulled it up and off.

"Kurt," Carson panted in between kisses. His hands were also exploring, and Kurt had to laugh at the way his twin was desperately trying to figure out how to remove Kurt's admittedly complicated shirt without snagging it or otherwise ruining it.

"Mmmph...here, let me," Kurt said, breaking his lips away from Carson long enough to expertly remove his shirt and place it neatly on a nearby chair before resuming their activities. "What do you want to do?" he asked in a low voice as he nibbled at Carson's earlobe.

"Oh...I...fuck...whatever you...you want...shit," Carson gasped as Kurt began sucking eagerly where his neck met his shoulder. He couldn't help but go to that spot every time they made out. Carson just tasted really good right there.

"I think..." said Kurt as he sucked and nipped at the sensitive skin. "I think I want to blow you."

"Oh my god," Carson moaned, his hands scrabbling at Kurt's back. "God, please, yes!"

Kurt broke away from him and pulled him toward the bedroom by his hand. "You. Bed. Now," he ordered, pointing to the bed as he began removing his own pants, rather than put Carson through the difficulty of doing it. "Don't take those jeans off yet. I wanna do it." Carson nodded and obeyed, flopping down on the bed on his back and watching Kurt strip with lust-blown eyes. Kurt could see that he was already starting to harden, his erection creating a noticeable bump in the crotch of his jeans. Kurt smiled and crawled onto the bed wearing only his boxer briefs, kneeling down by Carson's side and stroking gently at his cheek.

"I love you," he said, leaning down to kiss him gently. "It's gonna be good, ok?" Carson nodded, his eyes wide and growing wider as Kurt continued where he'd left off when they came in. He kissed down Carson's neck and made his way to his collarbone, placing small kisses and nips with his teeth every few inches. Carson was gasping and stroking gently at Kurt's hair.

"Kurt...my Kurtsie..." he murmured, and Kurt smiled as he kissed his way down his twin's chest, stopping to suck one of his nipples into his mouth.

"Kurt!" Carson cried out, his back arching off the bed as Kurt sucked at the hardened nub, laving his tongue around it when he was through. He turned his attention to the other nipple and did the same thing as Carson whimpered and whined.

"You like that?" asked Kurt, releasing the second nipple and stroking gently at Carson's stomach. "You ok?"

Carson nodded eagerly and Kurt pressed a small kiss to his chest and continued working his way down Carson's torso with his mouth. He didn't forget to nip a mark into the skin every so often, either. Apparently he had a thing for marking. He stopped when he reached the top of Carson's jeans, gently placing the palm of his hand over the growing bulge in the crotch.

"So beautiful, Carsey," he breathed, massaging Carson's hard-on slowly and gently through the fabric of his pants. "Gonna take your pants off now, ok?" Carson nodded, and Kurt bit his lip, eagerly undoing the button and pulling the zipper down. He pulled the pants off in no time, tossing them carelessly behind him and knowing Carson wouldn't care. Carson was really hard now, his dick straining against his underwear, and Kurt's mouth practically watered as he settled himself comfortably between Carson's legs and experimentally dragged his tongue up his length through the fabric, just to see how Carson would react.

He reacted, alright. He gasped in pleasure and grabbed fistfuls of the comforter as Kurt grinned and took that as the go-ahead to continue mouthing him through the briefs.

"Kurt...Kurt Kurt Kurt, fuck.." Carson babbled, whining as Kurt found the head of his clothed dick and twirled his tongue around it. "Kurt, please.."

Kurt rubbed gently at his stomach and caught his eye. "Gonna take your underwear off, now." Carson nodded, and Kurt hooked his fingers into the waistband, gently pulling them down and off and tossing them to join Carson's jeans on the floor. Kurt was now face to face with Carson's very naked, very erect dick, and he was practically beside himself with joy. He couldn't wait to taste it, so he didn't. He leaned down and gave a few gentle kitten licks to the head.

"Oh god," Carson moaned, squirming. "Please..." Kurt licked a long stripe up the underside, from Carson's balls to his tip, before taking the head between his lips and gently sucking the same way he'd sucked on his ice cream cone earlier. Carson was so responsive, moaning his appreciation as Kurt sucked, and Kurt was loving it. Which was kind of surprising, really. He'd never enjoyed giving Blaine blowjobs very much. Probably because they were usually the result of Blaine whining and begging until Kurt sighed and gave in. This, Kurt realized with a start, was the first time he was actually giving someone head because he wanted to, rather than because he was feeling coerced into it.

Not to mention that Carson actually tasted pretty damn good. A little bitter, but not nearly as much as Kurt was used to.

"Kurt, yes," Carson moaned, and Kurt decided he'd teased him enough. There would be other times to tease for longer, but he didn't want to do that tonight. He positioned himself comfortably, took hold of Carson's length with one hand, and slowly lowered his mouth down on it, fitting as much as he could into his mouth at once (which was less than he would have liked...Carson was significantly better endowed than Blaine, which was saying a lot, because Blaine hadn't been exactly small). Carson practically screamed as Kurt sucked around him, using one hand to play with his balls and the other to stroke at the parts of Carson's length he couldn't fit in his mouth.

"Kurt, oh god, I love you," Carson whimpered, his thighs twitching, and Kurt could tell he was trying to restrain himself from bucking up into his mouth. He popped off of him and rubbed his stomach softly.

"It's ok, Carsey," he said, his voice slightly hoarse. "You can thrust a little, just...just be gentle, ok?"

"O..ok," Carson said breathlessly, crying out as Kurt sunk back onto him. He gave short little thrusts into his mouth, clearly trying to follow instructions and be gentle, and Kurt was thoroughly enjoying looking up at him through his eyelashes, meeting his eyes and seeing the effect this was having on him. Carson looked completely blissed out and debauched, his cheeks flushed and his bottom lip swollen from biting it. He looked delicious. Kurt decided to step it up a notch. He maneuvered himself a little and kept sinking down until he felt the tip of Carson's dick entering his throat.

"Kuuuurt!" Carson cried as Kurt used one hand to reach up and stroke his chest and stomach. Kurt moaned around the length in his mouth, and the vibrations seemed to drive Carson absolutely fucking wild, since he started babbling incoherently and his hands flew to Kurt's hair, although, Kurt noticed, he was careful not to pull at it. He kept Carson in his throat as long as he could before pulling off and tracing the bulging, pulsating vein on the underside with his tongue.

"Oh god, oh god.." Carson babbled, his breathing quick and his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Kurt, I'm...I..."

"You close, baby?" asked Kurt, peppering the sides of his dick with small kisses. Carson nodded empathetically, and Kurt smiled. He sunk down on Carson's length again, sucking earnestly when he felt the tip enter his throat, and hummed for good measure. He felt Carson twitch and pulse, and then he was coming hard down Kurt's throat with a shout. Kurt swallowed it all and then pulled off with a pop, his own dick so hard in his underwear now that it was painful. This had to be the hottest thing he'd ever done. Ever. He snaked one hand into his underwear and began stroking himself as he looked up at Carson and gently rubbed his leg with his other hand.

"You ok, Carsey?" he asked as he watched his twin slowly regain his breath and throw one arm over his eyes.

"I...I think I'm dead, actually," replied Carson. "Fuck, Kurt, that...that was...where did you learn...actually, no...I don't want to know." He moved his arm and looked down at Kurt, frowning as he put the pieces together and realized what Kurt's other hand was doing.

"Are you still hard, sweetheart?" he asked softly. Kurt whimpered and nodded, stroking himself faster, desperate to get off. Carson sat up and shook his head.

"No...no, Kurtsie, please...let me," he said, grabbing Kurt's shoulders and gently lowering him onto his back on the bed while he positioned himself between Kurt's legs and pulled his underwear down gingerly.

"Fuck," he said under his breath as he stared at Kurt's erection. Kurt had no time to register what was happening before Carson was taking him into his mouth, clearly unsure what to do, but quickly beginning to get the hang of licking and sucking. Kurt was astonished and not sure what to do himself. He wasn't used to receiving blowjobs. Blaine had only ever given him a few, and they were extremely half-hearted ones at that, which Blaine let it be known he didn't enjoy giving. Carson, though. He was inexperienced, but he obviously wanted to be giving Kurt pleasure, and Kurt felt his stomach glowing pleasantly at the feeling of being loved and cared for. He knew this wasn't going to last very long. Not with how turned on he already was. He could feel himself coming before Carson had even had his mouth on him for thirty seconds.

"Car...Carson," he moaned in warning, and Carson took the hint and pulled off, placing his hand around Kurt and pumping him firmly until Kurt cried out and came, coating his hand and chest. He settled down into the pillows and breathed hard as Carson reached over to the nightstand for the package of wet wipes they had taken to keeping there.

"Kurt," he said quietly after he'd cleaned himself off. "I...fuck, I can't even describe what that was..."

Kurt smiled and held his arms out, wrapping Carson in them as his twin cuddled up to him, their naked bodies pressed up against each other skin to skin for the first time ever. It felt so nice. There was nothing separating their heartbeats from each other as they just held each other and slowly fell asleep. They didn't say their usual "I love yous." They didn't need to. Nothing mattered except that they were together.

Especially not the fifteen missed texts from Blaine that Kurt would wake up to the next morning.