Carson smiled to himself as he emerged from Kurt's bedroom, having just finished getting dressed following a nice, long shower. He'd needed one. He and Kurt had had quite the adventurous night. Actually, the past couple of nights, and the entire weekend so far, had all been pretty adventurous, ever since Carson had discovered the joy of blowjobs. Specifically, giving them to Kurt. The first time he'd done it, the night of their first real date, he'd been on such a high already from such a romantic evening, and then from receiving his first-ever blowjob from Kurt, that he was pretty much on autopilot and just did what came to him naturally. He'd had no idea what he was doing, of course, having never done it before, although he had done a bit of research on the internet just in case this moment ever came. Now that it had, he'd just gone for it, and to his pleasant surprise, Kurt hadn't seemed to mind what he was doing. In fact, he'd seemed to be enjoying it. He was making all these absolutely delicious noises, and Carson had felt pretty damn powerful, knowing that he was the one causing them.

"Did I...you know...do ok?" Carson had asked him the next morning as they lay in bed together, cuddling as close to one another as possible.

"You mean, when you...?" Kurt asked, trailing off at the end of the question, but Carson knew what he meant.

"Yeah," he said. "I mean, I'd never done it before, and I just...just wanted to make sure it was good for you."

Kurt smiled, taking Carson's hand in his own and entwining their fingers together. "Sweetie, you were wonderful. No complaints."

"None?" asked Carson, smiling back.

"None," confirmed Kurt. "Actually, I'm not really...you know...accustomed to receiving, so the fact that you did it at all...I just...I hope you know how much I love you."

Carson was completely taken aback at these words, turning them over in his mind as he tried to process them. What did he mean he wasn't used to receiving?

"What do you mean?" he asked, not really wanting to know details, but unable to push the slowly brewing anger away. "Didn't Braxton ever...?"

Kurt shook his head, snuggling closer to Carson, if that was even possible, and suddenly looking shy. "Nope. Well, I mean, a few times, but he didn't really like doing it. He always complained about it, so I always just found it easier not to have him do it at all."

The anger inside Carson turned into a rolling boil in a matter of seconds. That fucker was constantly trying to push Kurt into shit he didn't want to do, and he couldn't fucking be assed to reciprocate without bitching about it? Fuck, he's so lucky that he's a plane ride away from here, because I would go kick his bowtie wearing ass right the fuck now if I could.

"Asshole," he muttered angrily, and Kurt let go of his hand to softly stroke Carson's cheek.

"It's ok, Carsey," he said quietly. "It's in the past and it's no longer an issue, so let's not dwell on it, ok? We're together now, and that's all that matters to me." Carson leaned his face in close to Kurt's and kissed him softly, hoping Kurt could feel in it how much he was loved and cherished. The tiny part of his mind that had been worrying since all this began that he was more of a rebound fling to Kurt than anything else grew even tinier, and he swore to himself right then that he would make it his mission to give Kurt as much pleasure as he possibly could.

He really does love me. I can feel it. Just as much as I love him. Or maybe not. I don't think he COULD love me as much as I love him. I love him so much that this would be pretty impossible. But, you know. You know what I mean.

He thought it was pretty safe to say now that he was addicted to Kurt's dick, because he seriously could not get enough of having it in his mouth and watching Kurt's face as his twin came undone. Obviously he really loved when Kurt did it to him, too, but he enjoyed doing it to Kurt even more. They'd spent most of the weekend in the apartment going to town on each other, and not strictly in the bedroom, either. They did it wherever they happened to be at the time, and if that turned out to be on the couch, or in the bathtub, or up against the door, or a wall, then, well...why bother moving to the bedroom? And now, as Carson emerged from the room and took in the adorable, heartwarming sight of Kurt stirring cookie batter and placing lumps of it on a baking sheet, he realized that the kitchen was one place that they had, as of yet, not christened.

"Morning, beautiful," he said, walking up behind Kurt and wrapping his arms around his waist, dipping his head to nuzzle softly between Kurt's neck and shoulder. He placed a kiss there, and he heard Kurt let out a happy sigh.

"Mmm, morning, Carsey," replied Kurt, turning his head to catch Carson's lips in a kiss.

"What kind of cookies are they?" asked Carson, looking down at Kurt's full baking sheet.

"Chocolate chip," answered Kurt. "Because they're your favorite." Carson grinned against his neck and kissed the skin again.

"You're adorable," he mumbled, continuing to kiss him as Kurt took the baking sheet and placed it carefully into the oven before setting the timer.

"Well, you know. I try."

"How long do we have?" asked Carson between kisses. "Before the cookies are done. How many minutes?"

"About ten," answered Kurt, gasping as Carson started experimentally sucking on his neck (something he had been reluctant to do at first, but which he was quickly discovering was one of his favorite things). He slowly slid his hands up Kurt's stomach, stopping at his chest and gently massaging him through the thin fabric of his T-shirt.

"Can I?" he whispered in Kurt's ear. Kurt shivered under his hands and nodded.

"Think you can make it before the timer goes off?" he quipped as Carson turned him around and backed him against the kitchen wall, dropping to his knees in front of him and hooking his fingers into the waistband of Kurt's pajama bottoms.

"Challenge accepted," replied Carson cheekily as he pulled the pajamas down, letting them bunch at Kurt's knees. He took Kurt's half hard dick in his hand and gave it a couple of strokes before leaning in and wrapping his lips delicately around the tip, darting his tongue out to tease just a little. He was slowly but surely becoming much more confident in his technique, and he had a pretty good idea by now what Kurt liked. And teasing drove Kurt wild. He circled his tongue around for a bit, looking up occasionally to see how Kurt was reacting. Kurt was looking down at him, his eyes locked intently on him as he bit his lip in pleasure, and Carson decided he'd teased enough. He wanted to hear Kurt making those noises he liked so much, so he took as much of Kurt's length in his mouth as he could fit, not stopping until he felt the tip hitting the back of his throat. It had taken him a lot of practice to be able to do that without gagging, and he'd been so embarrassed the first few times he'd had to pull off and wait to stop choking, but Kurt had been very patient and reassuring.

"You don't have to do it," he'd said on more than one occasion. "It takes a while to get the hang of it."

Well, screw that. Carson was no quitter. By now, thanks to much practice and perseverance, he was able to keep Kurt in his mouth for almost ten whole seconds at a time (he'd timed it), and he was damn proud of himself. He started sucking around Kurt, his hand encircling the root of his dick to cover what he couldn't fit in his mouth and stroking teasingly the way he had discovered drove Kurt nuts, trying to elicit the sounds he was longing to hear. It worked, for Kurt was gasping and letting out sexy little whines, and every noise he made was going straight to Carson's own dick. He ignored that, wanting to focus solely on Kurt, because Kurt was beautiful, and Kurt was perfect, and Kurt deserved everything that Carson could possibly give him.

"I love you," Kurt whispered between gasps, letting one hand rest in Carson's hair, and Carson stroked lovingly at Kurt's thigh with his free hand, slowly pulling off of him and letting his tongue drag teasingly down the length. He traced a vein with his tongue, looking up into Kurt's lust-blown eyes, and it hit him again just how much he loved this man and would happily do absolutely anything for him. He snuck a glance over to the timer on the oven, which indicated there were now six minutes left until the cookies would be finished baking. Time to up the ante.

He slid his mouth down Kurt again, beginning to bob his head back and forth, and sucked as hard as he dared. Kurt let out a moan and his fingers tightened in Carson's hair, pulling slightly and causing a swooping sensation in Carson's stomach that traveled straight to his already half-hard dick, making it stiffen even further. Apparently, he had a thing for having his hair pulled and they would definitely have to explore that more. He moaned around Kurt's dick, and Kurt seemed to take the hint, pulling a little more on the fistful of Carson's hair he had a hold of.

"God, Carson, your mouth...I can't..." Kurt gasped as Carson alternated between hard sucks and teasing licks across throbbing veins. He would happily have stayed on his knees forever doing this, but all too soon he heard Kurt's gasps growing louder and more frequent, and Kurt was pulling on his hair again, urgently this time.

"C-carson," he panted, moaning as Carson gave him a particularly hard suck. "Carson, I'm gonna...let me just..." He pulled gently out of Carson's mouth, but Carson shook his head, taking him back in his hand and looking up at him.

"No...can...I want to try..." he said, not sure how to ask. Somehow "Can I swallow your come?" didn't seem like it would roll naturally off his tongue. Luckily, Kurt knew what he meant, and his eyes widened in shock.

"But, you...you've never..." Kurt babbled in protest as Carson took him back in his mouth and sucked, increasing the speed of the bobbing of his head. He looked up in time to see Kurt throwing his head back in pleasure, and soon enough, he felt Kurt swelling and throbbing, just before Kurt moaned loudly and a rush of warmth flooded his mouth. It only momentarily took him by surprise, but Carson quickly regained his wits and closed his eyes in order to savor the new sensation. Kurt tasted sweet, better than he'd been expecting, actually, and he found he didn't have any trouble swallowing down everything Kurt gave him. He kept his mouth on him, gently sucking him through his orgasm as he worked the root of his dick with his hand.

I can't fucking believe that Billy had the opportunity to do this all the time and never wanted to. What an idiot. Not that I would have wanted him to, though.

"Carson," Kurt said breathily as he brought one hand up to Carson's face, stroking his cheek gently with his thumb. Carson pulled off of Kurt's softening dick, giving him a few more licks to clean him off and placing a soft kiss to the tip before resting his head against Kurt's warm thigh for just a second to regain his breathing.

"I love you," they said at the exact same time, and Carson laughed and kissed Kurt's hip.

"You taste awesome," he said as he pulled Kurt's pants back up and put them back into place, patting him affectionately on the ass before standing back up. He found himself being ambushed by Kurt's lips almost as soon as he was standing upright as Kurt kissed him deeply, running his tongue tantalizingly across Carson's bottom lip.

"You're hard," he said, clearly able to feel Carson pressing against him. Carson shifted and shrugged.

"It's not important," he said. "It's on its way down."

"But-" Kurt protested, but his words were cut off by the sound of the oven timer.

"Cookies!" exclaimed Carson gleefully as Kurt smiled and rolled his eyes. He watched as Kurt opened the oven and took out the cookies, removing them from the baking sheet and placing them on a cooling rack.

"Fine," said Kurt as he spooned more cookie batter onto the now empty tray. "But later I'm going to return that amazing favor you just did for me."

"Whatever you want, baby," answered Carson with a smile as he darted his tongue out to taste his lips. "And by the way, I think I've discovered my new favorite flavor."

"You're gross."

"No, I mean it," said Carson, grinning now. "I had no idea swallowing would be that...hot."

Kurt blushed, putting the new batch of cookies into the oven and resetting the timer. "Come on, Carsey. You don't have to pretend it's the best thing ever just because it's mine, you know. You can be honest with me."

"Kurt, I am being honest," Carson insisted. "Your, um...your come tastes wonderful." God, that's a sentence I never thought would ever leave my mouth. It's true, though.

"How does it compare to this?" asked Kurt, taking one of the cooled cookies off the rack and gently shoving it into Carson's mouth. Carson closed his eyes and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully.

"They taste the same to me," he said with a sly grin. Kurt raised his eyebrows and swatted him playfully on the arm.

"What am I going to do with you?" he asked lovingly, sitting with his chin in one hand as he fed Carson bits of cookie with the other.

"Love me?" asked Carson. Kurt's smile grew bigger as he leaned over to kiss Carson on the forehead.

"Already do, love. Already do."

The remainder of that weekend, Kurt decided, was the most perfect weekend he'd ever spent in his entire life. The rest of Sunday, after their morning escapade in the kitchen, was spent just hanging out together, polishing off every last cookie Kurt had made, cuddling on the couch watching TV...and letting their hands and mouths wander wherever they felt like it. Kurt wasn't sure why Carson seemed to love giving head so much, but he certainly wasn't going to complain. It was nice, actually, after so much time spent with Blaine, who never took the time to really care about Kurt's pleasure, to be with somebody who seemed to care about nothing but Kurt's pleasure.

"I just really like making you feel good," Carson said as they took a small recuperation break in the middle of the afternoon, Carson propped up against the wall while Kurt rested his back against his chest. "You deserve everything, Kurt. Just...just everything, and I want to give you everything, and I...I just..."

Kurt smiled and took one of Carson's hands in his own, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss it. "You're the best boyfriend I could have ever asked for, Carsey."

"Really?" asked Carson. Kurt leaned his head back as Carson looked down, their eyes meeting.

"Really," he said. Carson leaned down further to kiss him then, and Kurt seriously felt like the luckiest guy in the world in that moment.

"Now, where else in this apartment haven't we...um...blessed?" asked Kurt thoughtfully, looking around for inspiration.

"I don't know," answered Carson with a shrug. "I think we've pretty much covered everywhere except maybe Trollberry's bed." Kurt looked toward Rachel's privacy curtain, an idea forming in his mind as he felt an evil smile spreading across his face.

"Kurt?" asked Carson as Kurt stood up and grabbed his hands. "Kurt...Kurt, I was joking! We can't do this stuff in her bed, I have nightmares about what she does in her bed!" Kurt just dragged him into Rachel's room and gently pushed him backwards onto the bed.

"So you're saying you don't want me to do this?" asked Kurt slyly as he got on the bed himself and began crawling toward Carson, who backed up until he was settled against Rachel's many decorative pillows. He knelt and placed one leg on either side of Carson's thighs, straddling him and wrapping his arms around Carson's neck.

"Or this?" he continued, leaning down to kiss him on the lips before traveling his mouth over to catch Carson's earlobe, sucking briefly before nipping at the skin just below with his teeth. Carson shivered beneath him and closed his eyes.

"Kurt..."

"Or this?" said Kurt, beginning to really enjoy himself as he settled his lips on Carson's neck and sucked hard, wanting to form the biggest hickey of his kissing career, not that Carson wasn't already a human game of Connect the Dots from all their activity in the past week.

"Well," Carson said, gasping at the contact, "I...ah...I suppose it would...would...oh...it would pay her back for being such a blight on my high school life." Kurt grinned and gave him a playful bite, laving his tongue over the abused skin afterwards and resting his hands in Carson's hair. Across the apartment, he could hear his text message ringtone going off and groaned.

Fuck, Blaine, give it UP. I'm so not ready to talk to you yet, and even when I do it's gonna be to say goodbye, nothing more.

"That's Beetlejuice, isn't it?" said Carson in an irritated tone. Kurt shrugged.

"Probably," he said. "I'm ignoring it, like I've done for the nine million other messages and phone calls from him." He grabbed Carson's shoulders and rolled them over on the bed so that Carson was now clumsily settled on top of him, one thigh between Kurt's legs. "All I care about right now is that I have the hottest man in the world on top of me," he added, placing one hand on the back of Carson's head and pulling him down into a kiss.

"Mmmph," Carson murmured against his lips, and he shifted so that their groins were touching just right, causing Kurt to moan into his mouth at the sudden friction. This was perfect. He shivered in delight at the feeling when their bare chests touched and trailed his hands down Carson's back, resting them on his pajama-clad ass and squeezing.

"Ah," Carson moaned, rolling his hips on top of Kurt, and Kurt's eyes practically rolled back in his head as their half hard erections slid against each other at a perfect angle. This had to be what paradise felt like.

"Love you," Carson murmured, and Kurt felt a swooping in his belly at the words, just as he always did now whenever he heard them. Carson really did love him. He could feel just how much, and it was overwhelming. He had no idea what came over him in that moment, but he suddenly really wanted to express his love for Carson in the most physically intimate way possible.

"Carson," he said between gasps as Carson found his favorite spot on his neck and sucked. "Carson, I...ah..."

"Mmm, what is it, baby?" Carson asked softly between kisses and sucks. Kurt bit his lip and tried to retain composure long enough to gather the necessary brain function to form words, which was a pretty difficult task, considering most of his blood was flowing to places besides his brain at the moment.

"I..." Kurt began, suddenly feeling shy. Come on, Kurt, just say it. Say "I want you to make love to me."

He'd just gathered up the courage to say the words when he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps out in the hallway outside the apartment.

"Shhh," he said, pushing at Carson's shoulders. Carson stopped kissing his neck and looked at him curiously.

"Kurt? What's wrong?"

"Shhh," Kurt repeated, placing one hand over Carson's mouth and listening intently. The footsteps were coming closer to the apartment door. He knew those footsteps. There was only one person in the building who wore heels and would be walking outside the door.

"Fuck," he whispered.

"Kurt?" asked Carson.

"Kurt?" came Rachel's voice from the hallway. "Kurt, you home?"

"Fuck!" hissed Carson, rolling off of Kurt as if he were on fire as the sound of Rachel's key in the lock resounded in the air.

"Under the bed!" whispered Kurt in a panic. "Get under the bed!" Carson did as he was told, diving under the bed as Kurt looked around frantically for his shirt. Fuck, fuck, fuck, where is it, where is it...

"Kurt, the door is stuck! Are you in there?" asked Rachel as she rattled on the door. Oh, thank fuck, thought Kurt as he finally located his shirt on the living room floor.

"I'm coming, Rachel!" he called, trying to sound like hadn't just been making out with his brother on her bed as he slid the door open.

"Thank god, I was afraid I'd have to wait out in the hallway all night," said Rachel, breezing right past him without even a glance. She headed straight for her room, and Kurt glanced nervously at the bed, where Carson was probably having a heart attack as he lay beneath it.

"Why's my bed all rumpled?" she asked, and Kurt swore his heart skipped several beats as he started stammering, trying to come up with an answer.

"Uh...um...there...there was a...um...there was a mouse," he said, relief flooding through him as he made up a lie on the spot. "Big one. Had to chase it all around the apartment with the broom, and I climbed up on your bed so it wouldn't touch me." Rachel looked at him suspiciously.

"Did you catch it?" she asked.

"Catch what?" asked Kurt.

"The mouse," she replied, rolling her eyes as she sat down on her bed. Kurt heard a faint snort coming from under the bed and quickly coughed to cover up the noise.

"Oh! Yeah. The...the mouse. Yeah. Totally caught it. Threw it back outside. Where it can roam free. Roam free with all its little mouse buddies," Kurt babbled, wondering how the hell he was going to get Carson out of Rachel's room without her noticing. "Mickey...Minnie...Mighty...Speedy...Jerry..."

Rachel unzipped the large duffel bag she had been carrying in her hand and started removing items from it, placing them onto the bed as she cleared her throat. "Well, good, because I'm home now. Brody's mysteriously busy this week, and anyway I'm kind of sick of waiting for your brother to leave. No offense."

"None taken," said Kurt, trying desperately not to keep looking at the bed. He had to distract Rachel somehow. "Um..."

"Do we have any tea?" she asked suddenly, getting up from the bed and heading toward the kitchen. Kurt let out a sigh of relief as he followed her, catching a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of Carson quietly sneaking out from under the bed.

"Uh, I'm not sure," he said, sitting down at the table while she rummaged through the cupboards. "Maybe not. I don't remember seeing any."

"Hmm," Rachel mused. "You should buy some next time you go out. There's a NYADA new student mixer going on this week, and if I'm going to sing, I'll need to prepare my voice as much as possible beforehand...what's that?"

"What's what?" asked Kurt.

"That thing on your neck...is that...Kurt Hummel, is that a hickey?" Rachel asked with a gasp. Kurt felt himself grow about seventeen shades paler than he already was and swallowed hard.

"No," he said.

"Yes it is!" Rachel squealed, peering closely at Kurt's neck despite his efforts to duck away from her sight. "Have you been seeing someone? You and Blaine have only been broken up for a little over a week! Who is it? And does Carson know, because I can't wait to see his reaction if he doesn't. He's going to flip, and not in a good way." She sounded a little too happy about that, Kurt thought, although he was relieved as hell that at least she didn't suspect the hickey came from Carson.

"It's not a hickey," Kurt lied. "And I haven't been seeing anyone. I just broke up with Blaine, ok? This is just...I have really sensitive skin, and I guess I used the wrong soap this week. I have to switch. No big deal." Rachel gave him a suspicious look just as Carson emerged from Kurt's bedroom, looking casual like he'd been hanging out in there the entire time. He was wearing one of his hoodies zipped all the way up, probably to hide his own hickeys.

"Trollberry, how nice to see you again!" he said brightly as he took a seat at the table beside Kurt. "Things get boring over at clown school? I see they let you keep the makeup, though. That was nice of them. Although, you'd probably already paid for it, so. You know. Whatever."

Rachel glared at him. "You're still here? Are you ever planning on going home, or should we start charging you rent?"

Carson gave her a cheesy grin. "Of course I am, Trollberry. I have classes in the fall, you know."

"Ok, you are not staying here until the fall," said Rachel, crossing her arms across her chest. "You're a nightmare."

"Looking in the mirror again, are we?" asked Carson sweetly.

"Enough, guys!" Kurt exclaimed, feeling a migraine forming at the thought of the two of them bickering with each other for the foreseeable future. "Carson, please be nice, ok? And Rachel, Carson is my brother and I've really missed him, so I want to spend as much time as possible with him before...before he has to go," he said, trailing off a bit as he realized what he'd just said. What were they going to do about their relationship after the summer?

Carson sighed and crossed his own arms. "Fine. I can be nice if she can." Rachel rolled her eyes.

"Whatever," she mumbled.

"Great," said Kurt, squeezing Carson's hand. "Let's all try to get along, ok?"

"He better keep out of my things," said Rachel irritably.

"Oh, please. Like I would want to touch anything of yours with my bare skin. I might catch Trollitis, or whatever nasty disease your species are carriers of," retorted Carson, seemingly ignoring the fact that he and Kurt had just been making out, shirtless, on Rachel's bed not ten minutes ago. And would have been going a LOT further if I had been able to ask before Rachel cockblocked us, thought Kurt bitterly. A little advance warning would have been awesome.

"You are such an ass," said Rachel.

"You look like one," replied Carson, unruffled.

"Guys!" said Kurt, exasperated. This was going to be one very long summer. He could feel it in his bones. If they can just manage not to murder each other, we can probably survive. I hope.

Easier said than done. Before Rachel had been home for two hours, she and Carson were already at each other's throats. Although, in Carson's defense, Kurt thought that Rachel had sort of started it.

"Kurt, be a dear and bring me some hot water and lemon," she said as they all sat in the living room watching TV, Kurt resting comfortably with his head in Carson's lap. Before Kurt could answer, Carson turned to look at her as though she had just sprung a second head.

"Excuse you? You have two hands and you're not an invalid. Why don't you get your own goddamn water?" he said irritably. "Is he your servant or something and I just didn't get the memo?"

"Excuse you, but Kurt doesn't usually have a problem doing me favors," said Rachel haughtily, looking to Kurt for confirmation. "Right, Kurt?"

"Excuse you, Trollberry, but I don't think I even heard you ask or say please," retorted Carson as Kurt opened his mouth and then closed it again. "Do you usually just sit there and order him to do shit like you're some kind of troll princess? Does she?" he repeated, looking down at Kurt.

"Mmm-hmm," said Kurt, snuggling closer to Carson and putting on his best "wounded baby brother" voice to see what would happen. If Carson and Rachel were going to fight anyway, he might as well get some entertainment out of it. "She orders me around all the time. Like Cinderella." Actually, now that he thought about it, Rachel did kind of boss him around a lot. Maybe he'd just never noticed until now because he had always been too distracted by how much he missed Carson. Strange.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Trollberry?" asked Carson.

"I do not!" exclaimed Rachel.

"You're damn right you don't," said Carson fiercely. "My boy...brother is not your servant," he said, stammering a little, and Kurt's heart leaped into his throat. He almost called me his boyfriend, oh god. "And no, he won't be getting you your stupid water. You can just go get it yourself if you want it that bad."

"Augh," Rachel groaned in exasperation as she got up and huffed off to the kitchen. Kurt craned his neck to look up at Carson in disbelief.

"You almost said boyfriend," he said in a whisper.

"I know," Carson whispered back. "Fuck, that was close. I doubt she would have noticed anyway, even if I had said it. She has her head so far up her own ass, she's leaking out of her nostrils."

Kurt snorted. "You're gross."

"Whatever. It's what she gets for coming home with no warning and cockblocking me," Carson muttered. Kurt smiled and made sure Rachel wasn't looking over at them before reaching up to stroke Carson's cheek lovingly.

"I know. I'm sorry," he said, not sure why he was apologizing. "It's going to be a bitch now that she's home. When are we supposed to...you know?"

Carson's eyes grew wide. "Fuuuuuuck, I didn't even think about that!"

The next twenty-four hours severely tested Kurt's patience, because now that Rachel was around, the inability to kiss Carson (let alone do anything else to him) or otherwise act like a couple drove him practically up a wall. It was weird, because for all the years he'd spent not being in a romantic relationship with Carson, he thought it shouldn't be making him as crazy as it was to not be able to do those things.

I mean, I spent nineteen years living with him and sleeping in the same bed and managed to not have daily makeout sessions or pin him down and blow him on a whim. I should be able to handle this. Right? I mean, ok, I have work, so that will take up most of the day, and Rachel has to leave the apartment sometime, doesn't she? Maybe she'll go out tonight or something. God, please.

She didn't, though. According to Carson when Kurt called him during his lunch break, she had stayed home for the entire day and had no plans to go out any time soon.

"I'm dying over here," Carson whined when he picked up the phone. "Trollberry's been singing all fucking day! I had to go out on the fire escape to get any peace and quiet to hear myself think. That's where I am now. I'm scared to go back in."

"Why don't you just go out?" asked Kurt.

"Honestly, I'm kind of curious how long she's going to keep it up," replied Carson. "How's your day going?"

"Slowly," said Kurt with a sigh. "And tonight's going to suck with Rachel home. We can't do anything fun, if you catch my drift."

"Don't remind me," mumbled Carson.

To make things even worse, literally everything Carson did that morning before Kurt left seemed specifically designed by some cruel asshole demon to turn Kurt on. It didn't matter what his twin was doing. Just the sight of him walking from one end of the apartment to the other was enough to make Kurt sweat, and he practically hyperventilated when Carson bent down in the kitchen to pick up a napkin he had accidentally dropped. Carson, god, stop showing off your ass, ok? It's torturing me, because I just really want to touch it, and I can't, and you're being a dick by shoving it all up in my face like this. Carson caught him looking then, and a smile spread across his face as he made a show of standing back up as slowly as possible.

"You're blushing," he mouthed at Kurt after glancing to make sure Rachel wasn't looking.

"Shut up," Kurt mouthed back.

To make a long story very short, Carson's ass had practically been all Kurt thought about the whole day. By the time he got home, he was desperate to just back him up against a wall and suck the air out of his lungs. He was trudging down the hallway toward the apartment door when he felt someone grab his arm and drag him into a nearby alcove. He was prepared to scream bloody murder until he felt soft lips on his own and realized it was just Carson.

"God, I missed you so much," Carson mumbled against his lips, sucking Kurt's bottom lip in between both of his as he pressed him up against the wall with his body.

"Mmm, me too, you have no idea," Kurt whispered, cupping Carson's face with his hands and pressing his tongue up against his lips. Carson opened them immediately, and the desperate hunger inside of Kurt only grew stronger as their tongues slid together delightfully.

"Is she still home?" asked Kurt breathlessly as he broke from the kiss. Carson rolled his eyes and nodded.

"Unfortunately."

"Shit," said Kurt, banging the back of his head against the wall. "It's going to be a long night, isn't it?"

"Yep," replied Carson, nibbling experimentally at the skin on Kurt's jawline. "Very long night. Can't kiss. Can't do anything, unless we wait for Trollberry to go to bed. And I'm pretty sure she's a vampire who requires no sleep and stays up all night plotting ways to be an annoying pain in the ass."

"Better make this last, then," Kurt panted as he planted his lips back on Carson's in a desperate, rough kiss, and he really wished Carson wouldn't moan like that, because the very last thing he needed right now was a raging erection.

Fifteen minutes later, the two of them straightened their clothes and hair, and Kurt made sure his work scarf was arranged just right to avoid showing any of his fresh hickeys before he slid open the door to the apartment and entered, Carson following closely behind.

"Kurt, good, you're home," said Rachel, rushing up to him and grabbing his hand. "Here, sit down. I want you to listen to the four songs I've narrowed my choices down to for that NYADA mixer, because I'm positive that I'll be asked to sing, and of course I want to make an astounding first impression. I want people to remember the name Rachel Berry."

"They'll remember it, alright," mumbled Carson. "It'll be on the posters they post on the door after you leave, with your photo and the words "Do not let this girl on the premises" in bold print on the bottom.

"Anyway," Rachel continued, glaring at Carson. "Kurt, I need for you to listen and tell me if I'm just good, or if I'm brilliant. Ok?"

Kurt gave her a tight smile as he caught a glimpse of Carson peeling a banana out of the corner of his eye. "Yeah, Rachel. Sure," he replied, glaring as Carson swirled his tongue around the tip of the banana with a cheeky grin and a wink. Carson, I'm going to have my revenge on you, I swear to god. He thought he was seriously going to die as he sat through all four songs Rachel had picked, saying all the right compliments in all the right places when all he could really concentrate on was Carson, who was practically fellating that banana like it was his job or something. He was growing more and more uncomfortable in his pants the longer it went on, and he was never more grateful for anything than when Rachel finally stopped singing and he could escape to the bedroom to put on his pajama bottoms and a T-shirt. At least now there was room in his pants.

He tried desperately not to think sexy thoughts as he sat eating dinner, even though Carson was making it difficult just by sitting there breathing across from him. Why does his chest have to heave so much when he breathes? Come on. This is so not even fair. He made a valiant effort, though, and by the time he was settled on the couch with Carson, wrapped together in a blanket watching TV while Rachel sat nearby in her favorite chair, he thought he pretty much had his libido under control.

Unfortunately, Carson chose that moment to be a complete asshole and start rubbing slowly at Kurt's thigh under the blanket.

"Carson," Kurt hissed as he glanced frantically over at Rachel, who was absorbed in what was happening on the screen and, mercifully, wasn't looking over at them. "What are you doing?"

"Shhhh," Carson said with a completely straight face, never turning his attention away from the TV as his fingers inched closer to where Kurt really wanted them and yet didn't at the same time, because hello, Rachel was sitting right there. He considered stopping him, but before he could reach a decision, Carson's hand brushed over his hardening dick, and that pretty much short-circuited his brain. He couldn't stop the moan that escaped his lips at the contact, and he bit his lip to keep it from happening again as Rachel looked over at him curiously.

"You ok, Kurt?" she asked. "You're all red."

"Fine," Kurt squeaked as Carson's fingers enclosed over his clothed dick and squeezed gently. "Just...little warm in heeeeeeere," he said, struggling not to gasp as Carson started massaging him through his pants, his twin's eyes dancing with merriment on his otherwise neutral poker face. Carson, I swear to god, I will murder you and bury you in the backyard the next time I'm in Lima, you little shit...fuck. Every touch of Carson's fingers was like fire, and Kurt was having a very hard time concentrating on keeping his face relaxed, because it felt so damn good.

"Ah," he breathed as Carson circled his finger teasingly over his tip, and Rachel looked over again, frowning.

"Are you sure you're not sick or something, Kurt?" she asked, and to Kurt's horror, got up from her chair, her hand poised as though she were going to feel his forehead.

"Fine!" exclaimed Kurt as Carson's fingers left his dick in a hurry. "Just, um...I...I think I'll go to bed. What about you, Carson?" he asked pointedly as he got up from the couch with the blanket still wrapped around him to hide his boner.

"I guess I'll-" Carson began, but Kurt grabbed his hand and dragged him toward his bedroom, practically shoving him inside and drawing the privacy curtain closed as Rachel looked on curiously.

"I'm going to kill you," Kurt hissed, dropping the blanket to the ground and practically tackling Carson onto the bed, straddling him. "She was looking! What if she had noticed?"

"I know, I'm sorry, I was being a d-" Kurt didn't let Carson finish, just attacked his lips in a rough, bruising kiss as he rolled his hips, grinding down on Carson's as torturously slow as he could while Carson's hands rested on his waist.

"Enjoying this, are we?" whispered Kurt, smiling to himself as he felt Carson harden beneath him, creating some delicious friction, since Kurt's hard-on hadn't wilted any since he fled the living room. Carson nodded eagerly, and Kurt took both of his hands and pinned them above his head as he continued grinding down on him.

"Well, too bad, honey. You don't get to get off until Rachel goes to bed," he whispered, kissing Carson again and gradually decreasing the speed of his hips until they stilled altogether and Carson let out a pathetic whine.

"Kuuuurt," he whimpered, thrusting up and looking for friction. "Come ooooon." Kurt gave him an evil smile.

"This is my revenge for your antics out in the living room," he said before placing his lips in the hollow of Carson's throat and lazily sucking as Carson squirmed and moaned beneath him.

"You might want to stay quiet, hon," Kurt murmured against his skin. Carson bit his lip and closed his eyes, throwing his head back to give Kurt better access to his throat. "Lucky for you," Kurt continued, nipping small bites into the sensitive skin every few words, "Rachel always goes to bed at ten, like clockwork. Says she needs nine hours exactly of sleep to rest her vocal chords." He glanced at the clock beside the bed. "Twenty more minutes, and then the suffering can end for both of us."

Carson groaned and Kurt put his free hand over his mouth. "Uh-uh. Shhhh," he admonished him. He continued lazily kissing and sucking at Carson's neck until there was movement out in the living room and he heard Rachel shuffle into her bedroom and draw her curtain closed. Thank god, I was going to die waiting any longer.

"Play time!" he hissed happily, kissing Carson on the lips once more before hooking his fingers into the hem of his T-shirt and removing it, tossing it carelessly to the floor. He quickly threw off his own shirt and leaned back down to kiss Carson hungrily, his tongue darting out to explore as he snaked one hand onto Carson's chest and gently tweaked one nipple.

"Hrrrng," Carson groaned into his mouth, and Kurt smiled, snaking his way down his twin's body until he reached the top of his pajama pants. He'd settled himself between Carson's legs and was about to pull the pants down when a painful throb between his own legs reminded him that his own dick was still hard. And suddenly, he had an idea.

"Take your pants off," he whispered, sitting up on the bed and starting to remove his own. Carson looked at him in a curious daze for a moment before he obeyed, sliding off his pants and tossing them onto the floor to join their shirts.

"Ok, now scoot down the bed a little," Kurt instructed, patting the bed to illustrate his point. "Lay down on your side, ok?"

"Ok, but what are we doing?" asked Carson as he followed orders, laying down on his side and propping his head up with one hand. "Oh," he whispered in sudden understanding as Kurt situated himself on his own side, maneuvering himself so that his head was facing Carson's dick, exposing his own to Carson's eager eyes. "Oh god," Carson whispered, sucking in a breath.

"Hey, at least this way we both have to be quiet," said Kurt, wasting no time taking Carson's erection in his hand and giving it a few warm-up strokes.

"Kurt, I..." Carson began, trailing off, and Kurt felt his hands gently caressing his thigh. "I don't.."

"We don't have to if you're not comfortable," said Kurt, slowing down the speed of his hand on Carson's length. "We can just take turns if...oh god!" His hand flew to his mouth to keep in the moans as he felt Carson's lips close around the tip of his dick, sucking gently, and he lay there in shock for several seconds before he realized he had Carson's dick still in his hand. He shifted a little and brought his face closer to it, wrapping his lips around it and twirling his tongue around teasingly the way he knew drove Carson wild. Carson moaned, and the vibrations around Kurt's dick almost made him scream.

Thank god there's a dick in my mouth and it wouldn't be loud enough to alert Rachel, Kurt thought as he went to work on Carson. He'd never actually tried doing this before, not even with Blaine, and the sensation of a warm, wet mouth around him was a little bit weird while he was feeling the pleasant weight of a dick on his tongue at the same time. It took a little getting used to, especially because he couldn't fit as much of Carson in his mouth in this position as he usually could. Not to mention that this was seriously testing his multitasking skills. Neither one of them were doing too badly, though, he thought as they went to town on each other. He felt Carson's hand on his ass, stroking gently, and moaned around the erection in his mouth as Carson popped off briefly, sucking one of Kurt's balls into his mouth instead.

"Mmm," Kurt moaned, and he heard Carson gasp out a breath before there was a hand back on his dick and the warmth of his mouth was back to enveloping him. It was overwhelming, so much sensation at either end, and Kurt decided that this was definitely a turn-on.

We're so going to have to practice this some more. I want to get good at this so we can do it all the time, he thought as he gave a particularly hard suck to Carson's length. The sound of Carson's scream of pleasure was extremely audible, even suppressed by Kurt in his mouth, and Kurt froze, horrified as they heard Rachel throwing back her curtain, taking a few cautious footsteps outside her bedroom.

"Kurt?" her voice called out. "Is everything ok in there?"

Shit, shit, shit, what do I do, what do I do, thought Kurt in a panic. Carson had stopped doing anything, either. Kurt was sure if someone could see them right now, the sight would be comical, the two of them laying there stock still with each other's dicks in their mouths, both of their eyes probably wide open in panic. Kurt knew his own were.

"Kurt?" asked Rachel, her footsteps inching closer to their drawn privacy curtain. Kurt worked up all the courage he could muster and removed his mouth from Carson, taking a deep breath and hoping his voice wasn't too hoarse.

"Everything's fine, Rachel!" he called, surprised by how calm he sounded even though he was scared shitless that she was going to come closer and open the curtain, scarring all three of them psychologically for life. "Carson was just...having a nightmare," he finished lamely, and he heard Carson suppress a snort.

"Shhh," he admonished him, feeling the urge to giggle creeping up on him, and he so did not need that right now.

"Oh," said Rachel. "Well, my level of caring suddenly just dropped right down to negative zero."

"Hey, Trollberry, that was a good one!" exclaimed Carson. "You're learning so much from me! I'm...well...not proud, exactly, but...you know."

"Ugh, whatever," muttered Rachel, and Kurt sighed in relief as he heard her footsteps walking back to her own room. He rested his head against Carson's thigh for a second to gather his wits and regain his normal heart rate. He was pretty sure that close call had almost given him a heart attack.

"What the hell is so funny?" he hissed as he heard Carson letting out quiet giggles.

"I'm...haha...I'm sorry," Carson squeaked, his shoulders shaking with laughter as Kurt craned his neck to look at him. "I can't...I..." He buried his face in Kurt's thigh and dissolved into giggles and snorts, and apparently it was contagious, because Kurt suddenly started doing the same and couldn't stop.

"It's not funny," he protested between hiccups. "It...it..." He couldn't finish his sentence without laughing. Carson let out a loud snort.

"If she...can you imagine?" he asked, the bed shaking now with the combined tremors of the both of them having a giggle fit.

"The scars would never heal," said Kurt with a grin as he sat up and wiped the tears out of his eyes. "Oh my god, and what would we have said?"

"I don't know, man," said Carson, his giggles slowly fading away but the grin on his face remaining. "We'd have been so fucking screwed."

"Yeah, and not in the good way," said Kurt, taking several deep breaths to regain his composure. He looked at Carson and then down at his pretty much wilted erection, sneaking a glance between Carson's legs to discover that he wasn't all that hard anymore, either.

"We should probably call this a fail, huh?" he asked, and Carson nodded.

"Yeah," he said sadly. "Too bad. Fucking Rachel." He got up from the bed and reached for their discarded clothes, handing Kurt his as he put his own back on. "Can't sleep naked," he said as he pulled his pajama bottoms up.

"Nope," said Kurt sadly, getting dressed quickly and pulling the bed covers down, sliding between the sheets as Carson climbed in beside him. He held his arms out and Kurt accepted the invitation, letting Carson hold him as he rested his head on his twin's chest.

"We'll have to try that again when we have the place to ourselves," Kurt said with a yawn, and he felt Carson's arms around him tighten protectively.

"Mmm, yes," said Carson, planting a kiss to Kurt's forehead. "It was fun while it lasted."

The buzzing of Kurt's phone broke into his thoughts and he regretfully rolled away from Carson in order to look on the nightstand. A call from Blaine was lighting up the screen."

"Ugh, go awaaaay," Kurt whined, positioning himself back into Carson's arms.

"Billy?" asked Carson, his voice indicating he knew the answer already.

"Yep," muttered Kurt. "But screw him." He cuddled close to Carson and kissed him gently on the chest. "I love you, Carsey."

"Love you too, Kurtsie," answered Carson, kissing the top of Kurt's hair and sighing happily. "Go to sleep."

If the next few days proved anything to Carson, it was that, if it came down to it, he decided he could feasibly be capable of murder. Trying to be in a romantic relationship with Kurt while Rachel was constantly hanging around was a gigantic pain in the ass, and it was really starting to get to him. She was just always there. He and Kurt couldn't even manage to snag a few minutes of privacy to kiss without her being all up in their business. He was honestly surprised that he had made it this long without filling the bathtub and holding her head under the water until the bubbles stopped, especially since he and Kurt hadn't been brave enough to try anything sexual since the night of the failed sixty-nine. If Carson had thought he was sexually frustrated before he and Kurt got together, that was fucking nothing compared to how he felt now that he knew exactly what he was missing. And the fact that he was suffering having to listen to Rachel practice her scales every morning, combined with the fact that his mouth practically watered at the thought of all the blowjobs he could be giving Kurt, was making him even bitchier than normal.

Thankfully, she had finally gone out one night on a date with her new boyfriend, and Kurt had wasted no time before grabbing Carson by the neck of his T-shirt and dragging him into the bedroom. Carson was happily remembering what happened as he slowly opened his eyes the following morning and smiled down at the sleeping Kurt in his arms. It had been all too brief, and hadn't covered any new ground, really, but it had been fun, and Carson had remembered feeling so in love that he thought his heart would break from how full it was. He wanted more than anything to take the final step with Kurt. He wanted to make love to him and show him just how much he worshiped him and cherished him, but he was going to be patient. There was no need to rush that, and he didn't want Kurt to feel pressured at all, especially after all the bullshit with Blaine.

When he's ready, Carson decided. He'll tell me when he's ready, I'm sure. And then...then it will be beautiful. I hope. Knowing my luck, I'll do something wrong and end up disappointing him. He kissed Kurt on the nose, and Kurt wrinkled his face up and let out a small snuffle as he buried his face in Carson's chest.

Angel, he thought fondly, holding him close and enjoying the feel of their skin pressed together. There were certain advantages to hot weather, he decided, and sleeping shirtless was definitely one.

"Mmmph," mumbled Kurt, stirring in Carson's arms, his breath hot against his skin. "Morning."

"Morning," whispered Carson.

"Too early to get up," said Kurt, his voice muffled.

"Then don't."

"Have to. Work."

Carson stroked his arms and looked down at him. "Should I get breakfast then while you shower and stuff?"

"That'd be awesome," murmured Kurt. "You spoil me."

"I enjoy doing it," said Carson as Kurt slowly stretched out and sat up, rubbing his eyes and blinking as he looked around the room. Carson thought he looked his most beautiful when he first woke up in the morning, before he had done any primping, his hair sticking up in all directions and his clothes (just pants at the moment, but still) rumpled from sleep.

"You're beautiful," said Carson, and Kurt snorted.

"Not yet I'm not. I look awful," he said with a yawn. "I'll be beautiful in like thirty minutes."

"Nope," said Carson. "You're beautiful now."

"Like I said," said Kurt, standing up and stretching. "You spoil me." He leaned down to kiss Carson tenderly on the lips, and Carson watched him pull his shirt on and head off toward the bathroom, enjoying the butterflies in his stomach for a minute before he got out of bed himself, stretched, and headed out of the bedroom toward the kitchen. He hoped Rachel was still sleeping. He so did not want to deal with her so early in the morning.

He reached the kitchen and saw, to his dismay, that Rachel must be up after all, because the refrigerator door was open and someone was rooting around in it. Carson steeled himself for another morning of exchanging verbal barbs. Not that he minded, really. He figured it kept his mind sharp.

"If you're looking for a lemon to suck on to achieve that sour look you constantly have on your face, we don't have any," Carson quipped. The person behind the fridge froze in their movements.

"Huh?" said a voice that was decidedly too male to be Rachel's, and the fridge door closed to reveal that it was not, in fact, Rachel behind it, but some guy. Some shirtless guy dressed in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that Carson was sure he would have nightmares about if he focused on them too much.

"Aaaah, what the fuck?" he exclaimed, startled to see a strange guy in the middle of the apartment. "Who the hell are you?"

"Calm down, dude," the guy said, holding his hands up in as a show of peace. "I'm just here for Rachel."

"Brody?" said Rachel as she hurried out of her bedroom in a bathrobe, pulling her hair back with an elastic band as she spoke. "Everything ok...oh. I should have known," she said as her eyes landed on Carson. "I see you've met my roommate's annoying brother."

"Bite me, Trollberry," snapped Carson. "Excuse me for being a little startled when I walk into the kitchen and see the male prostitute you paid for the night rummaging through the fridge."

"He's not a prostitute, you asshole, he's my boyfriend," snapped Rachel, and Carson thought Brody looked just a tad uncomfortable as he watched the exchange happening before him. "Why are you even still here, anyway? You have an apartment in Chicago. Use it."

"What is going on out here?" exclaimed Kurt as he came out of the bathroom. "What's all the yelling? Hi, Brody," he said, addressing the shirtless guy, who waved and nodded.

"You know this guy?" asked Carson.

"Uuuh, yeah? He's been here a bunch of times since we moved here," Kurt said with a shrug. "What's all the yelling about?"

Carson sighed. "It's nothing, Kurtsie. Go take your shower, ok?" He turned his gaze to Brody and narrowed his eyes as he looked him up and down, feeling territorial for some reason now that there was a shirtless guy within feet of Kurt. "And you...put a shirt on, ok? My innocent baby brother is right there."

"I hate your brother, Kurt," said Rachel, and Kurt rolled his eyes, looping his arm through Carson's and guiding him back toward the bedroom.

"Innocent, huh?" asked Kurt, clearly amused as he drew the privacy curtain. "Am I remembering wrong, or were these lips not wrapped around your dick last night?" Carson choked and Kurt raised a saucy eyebrow.

"Yeah, I just...the guy surprised me," he said as Kurt wrapped his arms around him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

"Let's just leave them, ok?" he said, stroking Carson's cheek. "If we leave early enough, we can get breakfast out together before I have to be at work."

"Ok," said Carson, smiling and kissing him back. Kurt patted him on the head before heading back in the direction of the bathroom, and Carson slowly got dressed, looking forward feverishly to spending some time alone with his love.

Carson ended up spending most of the day at the local library reading old copies of People magazine. He wasn't sure if Rachel and Brody were planning to be at home all day, and he definitely didn't want to be there if they were going to be doing more of what they clearly had been doing last night. He wasn't sure he would ever stop vomiting if he had to listen to Rachel Berry having sex. He stopped by the post office on his way home, gathering the mail at Kurt's request, and his heart sank as he discovered a small, square package inside, addressed to Kurt from Blaine. There were heart stickers adorning the outside wrapping, and a happy face with "I Luv U" scrawled beneath it in one corner.

Fucking asshole, Carson thought bitterly as he drove back to the apartment building. What does Kurt have to do to get you to leave him alone? He parked across the street, gathered the mail in one hand and resisting the urge to toss the package in the middle of the road for a car to run over. To his relief, he discovered a completely empty apartment when he slid open the door, tossing the mail onto the kitchen table and flopping sadly onto the couch to sulk for a minute. He always felt down whenever Blaine made his presence known. He allowed himself a few minutes of anger, then busied himself getting something together for dinner for when Kurt got home, deciding on macaroni and cheese, since they were low on groceries again.

"Hi, Carsey," said Kurt cheerfully as he entered the apartment just as Carson was turning the stove off. "How's life?"

"Well, since Rachel isn't home, life is pretty good," answered Carson with a smile as he spooned macaroni into two bowls. "We should enjoy the silence, it may never come again. Mail's on the table," he added, nodding toward the pile, and watching Kurt carefully as his twin picked up the package from Blaine.

"I wish he would stop sending me things," Kurt said with a sigh, his face falling as he carefully handled the package. "You would think the fact that I've been ignoring him since the cheating would give him a clue and let him know that I don't want anything." He tossed the box carelessly back on the table and shook his head. "I'll send it back tomorrow, whatever it is. Now, is that macaroni I smell?"

They ate together on the couch in front of the TV, enjoying the Rachel-free atmosphere, and Carson smiled as Kurt gathered up their bowls when they had finished.

"You spoil me too much, so now I'm doing these dishes, and you will not stop me," he said with a wink, shaking his head as Carson opened his mouth to protest. "Don't want to hear it, baby. Sit. Relax." He carried the bowls into the kitchen and began washing them in the sink while Carson stretched out on the couch, his chin in his hands as he watched and marveled at how much he could love Kurt, even when he thought it was impossible to love him any more than he already did. He was about to suggest watching a movie in the bedroom as Kurt finished drying his hands, when the unmistakable sound of Rachel's footsteps echoed outside in the hallway.

"Oh god, it's her," Kurt groaned, drying his hands quickly and rushing over to Carson, grabbing him by the hand. "Come with me. Take the couch blanket with you." Carson did as instructed and allowed Kurt to lead him out the window to the fire escape. They got there just in time. Carson heard Rachel sliding the door open as he sat down against the railing, wrapping the blanket around himself and holding his arms out for Kurt to join him.

"Don't mind if I do," said Kurt with a smile, settling himself carefully on Carson's lap so that his pants weren't actually touching the concrete and resting his head against Carson's shoulder as Carson wrapped his blanket-clad arms around him. It was cozy, in a way. He looked up at the sky and sighed.

"Look at the stars," he said. Kurt followed his gaze and frowned.

"Um, Carsey? There aren't any stars. I mean, you know...there are, but...they're kind of invisible here in the city," he pointed out.

"Hmmm," Carson mused. "Well, there's a star in my arms right now. That's the important thing. Especially since it's the brightest and most beautiful." A heart melting smile spread across Kurt's face, and Carson's stomach flipped as his twin leaned in to kiss him deeply.

"I never would have pegged you for such a romantic," he whispered.

"I'm full of surprises," said Carson, holding him tighter and kissing him again. Kurt deepened the kiss, sucking slightly on Carson's bottom lip, and Carson shivered even though it wasn't that cold out.

"Believe me, I'm not complaining," said Kurt, reaching up one hand to stroke Carson's cheek. He settled down, resting his head on Carson's chest and letting out a contented sigh, and Carson felt overwhelmed by how fucking lucky he felt right then, holding the man he loved in his arms and feeling on top of the world.

"Carsey?" asked Kurt after several minutes of peaceful silence. "Can...can I ask you something?"

"Hmm?"

"What are we going to do?" asked Kurt in a small voice, and Carson felt his hand reaching for his own, their fingers automatically intertwining.

"What do you mean?" asked Carson, confused.

"I mean...about us. After the summer," said Kurt. "You're going to have to go back to Chicago for school, and I'm going to be here, and I...I don't really want us to be a long distance relationship. I don't want to be away from you for so long. I was sort of thinking...maybe I could move to Chicago with you."

Carson sucked in a breath. He'd known they would have to discuss this eventually, but he had been hoping to put it off for a little bit longer. He didn't like thinking of them being a long distance relationship, either, and the thought of having Kurt with him in Chicago was certainly appealing, but he would feel awful if Kurt gave up New York for him. That much he knew for sure.

"What about Vogue?" he asked.

"What about it?" replied Kurt. "I don't care. I really don't. I just want to be with you."

Carson shook his head. "No...Kurt, no, baby. No. I can't let you do that. Vogue is a wonderful opportunity for you, sweetheart. A very rare opportunity. It could be the ticket to your future, and I won't let you throw that away for me."

"But I don't want to be apart from you," said Kurt sadly. "I'll die if I have to go a whole school year barely seeing you except on the internet."

Carson was silent for a minute, turning over the possibilities in his mind. He didn't want to be away from Kurt for so long, either. He already knew he had a hard time being without him, and that was before they were even dating. It would probably be twice as hard now. And as he thought about it, he wondered if it was really so important for him to get his education at Northwestern, after all. It was just a school, at the end of the day. Schools were plentiful. And maybe what he thought he wanted as a kid wasn't really what he wanted now.

"I'll transfer," he blurted out. Kurt looked up at him, blinking in surprise.

"What?"

"I'll transfer," Carson repeated. "I mean, I can't do it now, but I can do it in the spring."

Kurt shook his head. "Carson, no. Northwestern has been your dream since, like, forever, ok? If you won't let me give up Vogue, I'm not going to let you give up your dream school."

"No, Kurt, listen," Carson protested. "You're more important to me now than Northwestern. Ok? It's just a school. There are schools everywhere. I'm not going to go four years being apart from you. I refuse. I can go to school here, and my education will be just as good. Maybe even better. Ok?"

"But.." Kurt started to say, but Carson brought one finger up to gently press against his lips, silencing him.

"Kurtsie, please. Don't try to talk me out of this, ok, baby? My mind is made up. I can go to school anywhere, but Vogue is a once in a lifetime opportunity for you," he said, feeling more and more confident in his decision the more he thought about it. It was perfect, really.

Kurt sighed. "It's useless to argue with you, and I think you're making a huge mistake, but...ok."

"Ok?" asked Carson, beginning to smile.

"Ok," repeated Kurt, giving him a small smile in return. "But really, are you sure you want to do this? You worked so hard to get into that school, and I'll feel like an ass if you-"

"Kurt," said Carson. "I'm not letting you give up Vogue, ok? What's wrong with NYU?"

"Nothing, I guess," mused Kurt. "So, at most we'll be apart for...what? Six months?"

Carson nodded. "Yeah. Not looking forward to that. But I will call and text you every day. I'll be more obnoxious than when we weren't dating, and I'll worry much more."

Kurt snorted. "Oh god, should I just buy a plastic protection bubble for when we're apart so you can rest your mind?"

"Well, now that you mention it," Carson mused, and Kurt gave him a playful swat on the arm.

"You're too much, Carsey."

"Yeah," agreed Carson, leaning in to kiss him. "But I'm yours, and you're going to be stuck with me for a long time."

"Somehow, I'm ok with that," said Kurt softly, their lips meeting in another soft kiss as the moon rose high in the sky above them.