Blaine pedaled slowly as he exited the park on his Colony bike. The locals waved at him—one guy held up a RideBMX magazine and wished him the best of luck. Blaine smiled at them as he rode by, but he was beat from such a long day.

School ended up being longer than your typical seven hour day. The band had rehearsal afterwards which meant two extra hours with his classmates and Mr. Riley. Blaine didn't mind Mr. Riley much but he would've loved to leave school at 2ish with the rest of his friends. That didn't happen. Thanks to the fact that a couple of the kids couldn't get their parts right, the entire band had to suffer. It sucked.

Afterwards, he drove Nick and Jeff to the airport for their flight to New York. He was happy his friends were getting to fly to the Big Apple and finally meet Brooklyn—Nick had been talking about the moment ever since he got his head out of his ass regarding the little girl, and Blaine was happy for him. As if the day wasn't long enough, Uncle Don called his cell phone.

That meant it was time to practice. It also meant that the Friday was extended even longer, and Blaine had to deal with Donnie timing his routine and making sure it was picture perfect probably 20 times in a row before they were done.

Blaine wasn't one to complain, but that was before Kurt Hummel came along. Now, he still loved BMX and was just as passionate about it, but he didn't want to put in as much time. More time away from Kurt meant less time with Kurt. Add school and music on top of that and this school year was proving to get longer and longer. It was like everything was a Kurtblock. Call him whipped or whatever you like, that's just the way it was.

He rode across the boardwalk and people parted as always. A girl in a bikini smiled as she watched him and Blaine started to pedal faster, standing up and popping the bike into the air. He rode it down the railing before landing backwards on the ground. A kid watched in awe as he lifted his legs and spun the bike around forward and sat back down. Blaine winked at him before he rode off, whistling and making his way towards the beach house. It was eight in the evening, but at least Kurt would be there waiting for him.  Kurt always made a shitty day better.

…

“Cooper is winning!”

“How?!” Kurt asked, laughing as he danced along to the video game. “It's not fair. This is my first time playing.”

Cooper smirked as he got all the dance moves perfect. Mikey giggled, cuddling his Iron Man Build-a-Bear close to him. “You're doing good, Kurtie.”

“Just not as good as me,” Cooper teased. He started to sing along to ‘What Does the Fox Say?'  as they played Just Dance 2014. “Your fur is red. So beautiful…”

Kurt laughed as he tried to follow the movement. “Really? Couldn't we have picked a better song?”

The sound of the keys at the door made Mikey perk up. He turned back and smiled as he saw Blaine walk in. “Blaine!” With a shout, he jumped off the couch and ran towards his older cousin. Blaine smiled, catching the little ball of energy and tossing him into the air.

“My favorite Munchkin. What's shaking?”

Mikey threw his arm over Blaine's shoulder and with a smile he pointed to Kurt and Cooper playing Just Dance in the living room. “Cooper is beating Kurt at ‘What Does the Fox Say?‘  They just did Get Lucky together and Kurtie did so good.”

Kurt did the fox dance after trying to push Cooper so he'd mess up. Cooper laughed but didn't falter. “You're such a cheater.”

“Mikey is just saying that because he wants me to feel better.”

Blaine shook his head at his brother who had practically memorized the choreography. He walked over to the couch with his little cousin, plopping him down. “Hey beautiful.”

Kurt paused the game and turned around to kiss him. Cooper took a deep breath.

“Your boyfriend is such a cheater.”

Kurt smiled and pulled back, looking up and down at Blaine. “You look exhausted, honey. Is everything ok?”

Blaine nodded, blushing a little at how cute Kurt looked with his snapback cap on backwards. “I'm good. I'm sweaty.”

Kurt smirked. “I noticed, stinky.”

“Yeah,” Cooper teased with a smile. “Mom made some spaghetti and meatballs and mixed veggies. Go clean up and get something to eat.”

Blaine smiled when Kurt kissed him again before nodding to his older brother. “I'll do that. Kick his butt, babe.”

Kurt winked. “I got this.”

Mikey smiled and cheered when they unpaused the game, clapping for the both of them. He couldn't choose in between Cooper and Kurt. Blaine tiredly walked upstairs and went into his mother's room first, kissing the sleeping woman on the cheek. She opened her eyes and smiled.

“Hello you.”

Blaine climbed over her and lay down on the bed. “I know I smell like bicycle. I just wanted to check up on you.”

Clarissa laughed. “You've smelled like bicycle since you were 6, Blaine.”

He smiled.

“I haven't been feeling my best. Super exhausted.”

Blaine stared at her for a moment. “Just tiredness?”

Clarissa nodded. “I think I started having contractions today but it was a few. They stopped.”

Blaine listened to her.

“Melody wasn't moving all day today and that made me a little worried,” she began. “I told that boyfriend of yours and he came into the kitchen while I was cooking and started to help. Sang Popular from Wicked and next thing you know, the little girl is doing that dance… what is it you and Mikey made that video of? The Harlem Shake?”

Blaine laughed and nodded. “Yeah.”

“Kurt's convinced she's a Broadway Star.”

Blaine rolled his eyes. “All of your grandchildren that come from him and I will be Broadway Stars if you leave it up to Kurt to tell you.”

She laughed and nodded. “That's a lovely young man you have there. Don't you dare mess it up.”

Blaine kissed her cheek. “You and that rock head man you married didn't raise no fool,” he said with a smile, watching his mother close her eyes. “Get some rest.” He rubbed her belly and kissed over the shirt she wore. “Love you Melody.”

Clarissa smiled. “Goodnight, Blaine.”

“Goodnight.” He got up and tiredly made his way out the room, preparing for his shower. He hoped he wouldn't fall asleep under the spray of the water, because it'd been that type of day.

…

Kurt looked up from his sketch book at Mikey and Cooper dancing and smiled to himself. The two were way too rambunctious for their own good, especially Michael. He had to sleepover with Kurt and Blaine and lord only knows what time he'd be going to sleep.

“Let's do Macklemore next,” Mikey said after, his words, ‘dusting Cooper with the floor'. Kurt laughed and shook his head. “Can't Hold Us is my favorite,” the boy continued.

Cooper brushed back his dark hair and did some stretches. “Yeah, yeah. I'm going to kick your butt like I did Kurt.”

“You play this game way more than I ever have,” Kurt said defensively. Cooper laughed and dodged the pillow Kurt threw his way.

“I'll avenge you!”

Kurt smiled at Mikey. “Avenge me and you get a kiss on each cheek.”

“Bribery never works!” Cooper said.

“Yes it does,” Mikey answered.

Kurt laughed and stood up, taking his book with him. “I'm going to go check on Blaine. He's been missing for a while.”

Cooper and Mikey grunted acknowledgment as they battled it out on the dance floor, and Kurt made his way up the steps. Diesel hopped onto the sofa and took the warm spot, getting comfortable.

Upstairs, Kurt knocked twice on his boyfriend's bedroom door before opening. He did his best not to laugh at the sight before him as he turned the Raiders hat forward on his head. “Are you alive, honey?”

Blaine was face down on the bed—purple towel still wrapped around his waist. He'd barely dried off properly. Kurt shook his head as Blaine gave him a grunt as an answer. He walked over, put his pencil and pad on the dresser besides Blaine's trophies, and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Long day, huh handsome?”

Blaine nodded, closing his eyes. “Too long. Not enough you.”

Kurt frowned and laid down next to him. “Look at me baby.”

Blaine turned his head but otherwise remained still. Kurt smiled at him.

“Why didn't you let me help? I would've dropped Nick and Jeff off at the airport and then joined you at the skate park.”

Blaine took a deep breath and then propped himself up on his elbows. Kurt was sexy wearing his snap back and he really wanted to kiss him. “Mikey wanted to spend time with you for so long now. He did great on his report card and I promised he'd be able to spend time with us if he did. Besides, it wasn't a big deal. I'm just extra tired from waking up earlier today to work out and what not.”

Kurt looked at him and smiled. “I'll go make you a plate, babe. Relax for me, will ya?”

Blaine nodded. “Alright. Thank you, beautiful. I love you.”

Kurt sat up and placed his hand on the small of Blaine's back, rubbing gingerly. He bent over and kissed the boy in the hair. “Afterwards, I'll give you a nice long massage. I'll help you to unwind.” He moved his hand up Blaine's back and then down again, stopping right at the towel. Blaine bit his lip; eyes closed. “Is that ok?”

He nodded. “It's great.”

Kurt smiled and stood up, removing the hat and placing it on Blaine's dresser as he went. Blaine took a deep breath and smiled to himself as he started to get excited. “I've got the best, hottest boyfriend in the world to be honest.”

Kurt returned downstairs and smiled at the two still battling. Cooper turned around and looked at him, and Diesel followed when he noticed Kurt was going to the kitchen. “How's he doing?”

“Exhausted,” Kurt answered. He walked over to the island and smiled down at Diesel. “What's the matter boy?”

Diesel barked and sat at his feet to watch him.

Cooper tickled Mikey before continuing to dance and Mikey cackled, backtracking away. “If you win this match, I'll take you out to see a movie and get some Coldstone ice cream!”

Mikey smiled. “Really? Even though it's late?”

Kurt turned around with a questioning look while he dried his hands. Aunt Pam would kick Cooper's ass. “Yeah, CJ. Even though it's late?”

Cooper smiled and danced, purposely messing up on the video game so that Mikey would win. “I figured I could give you and the little bro some alone time?” Cooper hinted. “I mean, Mikey and I can go chill while you two relax. Unless you want us both to stay here—”

“A movie and ice cream sound fun,” Kurt said quickly. He'd be lying if he said seeing Blaine lying on the bed like that damp and in only a towel wasn't doing things to him down south… “Thank you. What're you two going to see?”

“Let's see X-Men again!” Mikey shouted, moving his hips and sliding back and forth across the living room. “Please?”

Cooper laughed at Kurt before paying attention to the game again. “You gotta beat me first.”

“I'm winning,” Mikey answered casually. Diesel stared at Kurt placing a piece of garlic bread on the plate before going to warm it up. He smiled down at the huge dog and shook his head at how much he'd grown since his father bought him. “I'm not giving you any ‘ghetti, Diesel.” He got the puppy dog eyes and continued to shake his head no, though he did blow a kiss.

“Aw man,” Cooper bent over, out of breath. “Mikey kicked my butt.”

Kurt cheered and jumped up and down a couple times. He watched Mikey stand up on the couch and take a couple bows before suavely combing his fingers through his blond afro.

“That was all for you, cutie.”

Kurt winked and laughed. “I believe I owe you a couple kisses…”

“I believe you do.”

Cooper shook his head as he grabbed his wallet and keys. “Make it quick, munchkin. I want to have you back in the house by midnight.”

Mikey jumped down from the couch and Cooper picked up his phone to call his girlfriend. “I'm going to see if Jasmine can join us. Get ready, ok?”

Mikey nodded. “Can I bring Iron Bear?”

Cooper smiled. “Of course.”

Kurt stopped the microwave before walking into the living room and picking his little friend up. He kissed each cheek and gave him a high five. “You're my hero.”

Mikey blushed.

“Do you need me to help you tie your shoes?”

“I can do it,” Mikey told him. Kurt smiled and put him down before going to get Blaine's food and an orange flavored Gatorade.

“Both of you have fun and make sure your cousin behaves, ok?”

Mikey nodded as he reached underneath the coffee table for his Adidas. “I will!”

 Kurt smiled at him and whispered a thank you to Cooper when he came back inside. He went upstairs and returned to his boyfriend's bedroom, smiling when he noticed Blaine had rolled over onto his back now.

“Hey there. Your brother is taking Mikey out for a couple hours.”

“He is?” Blaine asked, sitting up a bit. He thanked his boyfriend for the plate as he accepted it. “You even got me a Yoplait?”

Kurt laughed. “What makes you think that's for you?”

Blaine smirked. “I'm not too exhausted to kick your sexy ass. Why'd you take the hat off? I liked it.”

Kurt smiled as he watched his boyfriend start to eat. “Did you? I don't know.”

Blaine blew off another bite and then put it in his mouth. He looked at Kurt as the teen pulled off his red t-shirt. “You looked cute in it.”

Kurt smirked. “Cute?”

Blaine nodded. “Maybe a wee bit hot.”

Kurt walked back over to the dresser and put it on. “Just a wee bit?” He was left in his yoga shorts and the cap, and Kurt could see him staring through the reflection of the mirror. Blaine's eyes were on his hip piercings. He smiled and turned around to face him.

“You really like them, huh?”

Blaine blushed when he was caught looking before he forked at a meatball. “They're sexy. I like them, yeah.”

Kurt smiled and walked over. “What do you want to do tonight while the boys are out?”

Blaine chewed his food carefully. He had a laundry list of an answer for that but they didn't own the sex toys or the time necessary. “A m-massage does sound nice.”

Kurt hummed and slid closer. He looked down at the slit in the towel and started to rub up Blaine's thigh. “I'd love to give you one. Nice and slow. Full body. You know Santana gave me massage oils for my birthday, remember?”

Blaine nodded. “We have a couple bottles here, right?”

Kurt smiled. “We do.” He trailed his hand higher. “I can warm them now while you eat.”

Blaine took another large bite before putting the plate back down on his tray. “I think I'm not that hungry anymore. I can finish this up later.”

Kurt laughed as he stood up. “Finish eating, baby. And drink something, too. Your uncle is more than likely going to give you a lot to do this weekend as well.”

Blaine sat back in his towel, watching as Kurt walked through his room. Kurt bent over and his ass in those yoga shorts looked so pretty. Blaine took a deep breath, ignoring the tent in his towel as Kurt picked up a couple bottles from inside some of the boxes near his boyfriend's closet. “Hm. This pineapple one smells good…”

Blaine licked his lips. Kurt smiled at him and turned around, and Blaine's eyes slowly went down his chest and to the piercings as he walked over. “I'll be right back. Give me a kiss before I go.”

Blaine nodded and Kurt turned the cap backwards, biting his boyfriend's bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. He pulled away just before Blaine moaned and motioned out of the room. “Eat a little more for me. I'll be right back.”

“Okay.”

Blaine watched him leave. He looked down at his cock standing tall against the towel and shook his head before picking up the plate. It was embarrassing how quick he ate his food. It was almost as if the spirit of Jeff had taken him over. Blaine chewed the last of his vegetables and put the plate back down before opening his Gatorade. He checked the time. Hopefully Cooper wouldn't be back with Mikey until around 11:30. He made note to text him just in case.

Blaine snuck down the hall to his mom's room. She was still asleep on her side; The Golden Girls playing softly on her television. Blaine closed the door and went back to his room, putting the tray aside on his sofa next to his guitar and books, then fixing his bed a little. He didn't know why because they'd no doubt be messing it up in a matter of minutes, but he did it anyway.

From Nick:

We've boarded and we're moving safely. My boyfriend is watching a movie while trying not to freak out. David says he loves you and he'll see you Sunday. Be good, you hear? And get some rest. You looked so exhausted, man. Love you.

Blaine read the message and sat down on the bed to reply.

…

From Blaine:

I don't know if I'll be good tonight... xD. Travel safely. I love you too, and I love Jeff, and I love David. Kiss him for me. Send me a text when you guys land.

Nick smiled at the message. He considered kissing David for Blaine but the boy was asleep across the aisle. The last thing he wanted was for David to wake up while he was hovering over him; lips on his cheek. He'd definitely get kicked in the nuts. Nick looked at Jeff after pocketing his phone.

“Are you ok, blondie?”

Jeff nodded. He focused on the movie playing instead of the fact that they were flying. “I'm great because I'm with you.”

Nick laughed and put his hand on Jeff's thigh. “You're a cornball and I love it.”

I love you, Jeff thought. He cleared his throat instead and leant his head against his boyfriend's. “You better. So, take my mind off of… this. What're we doing when we land? I want to walk around Broadway. Maybe try to see what gay bars are open.”

Nick chuckled. “Oh please, Jeffrey. Like they'd let us in.”

He laughed. “You never know. We're cute.”

Nick turned to face him and smiled. He closed his eyes when Jeff leant in close, and met him halfway to kiss him back— their lips moving easily and soft to the touch. Jeff pulled back first and took a deep breath.

“Every time you do that, I feel a little bit better.”

Nick looked him in the eyes. Jeff smiled at him. “Maybe I should do it again, then.”

“Yeah. Maybe you should, shorty.”

Nick stared a bit longer before closing the distance. They pressed their mouths against one another's and Jeff trailed his hand down Nick's chest, tangling it in his shirt. They breathed into it and Nick parted his lips when Jeff's tongue wanted to touch his own. They moved closer until they heard someone walk by, and each pulled away. It was the stewardess, but she didn't seem to be fazed.

Jeff smiled, almost blushing. He sat back in his seat and stared at the movie screen. Nick hadn't noticed how high his hand had gotten in his boyfriend's lap, but he stared down at it as he moved it higher. Jeff looked down and bit his lip. He watched as Nick popped his button and undid the zipper a little before slowly sliding his hand inside.

“May I?”

Jeff slid his pillow from beneath his head and put it in his lap as he nodded. He stared up at the movie and Nick only continued to stare at him as he slid his hand into the boy's boxers. Jeff's breathing caught at the feeling; Nick's hand was warm but confident, and it felt great as he touched him. Nick slowly began to stroke him until Jeff's eyes rolled back. He looked up at the lights. “God.”

Nick continued to watch him as he jerked from the base higher; his thumb pressing against the vein. Jeff was growing harder in his hand. He smiled at the small hip thrusts the boy gave. “Should I go faster or is this okay?” he asked softly.

Jeff shook his head no. “J-Just like this…”

Nick smiled and looked up at the screen too. He bit his lip and continued to slowly stroke Jeff as they watched the film, slow enough to feel every inch but firm enough to make Jeff's hips snap into it. When his boyfriend's hand snuck into his track pants, he let his eyes drift closed and thrust into it, too. “Baby…”

…

“You can take the towel off, baby,” Kurt whispered. He had the door locked, music playing softly in case they were to get vocal, and the warm massage oil next to him. “Unless you want me to take it off for you?”

Blaine nodded as he lay on his chest. Please don't cum before this is over, he thought to himself. “Yeah. Please?”

Kurt smiled and lowered the towel from his boyfriend's waist. He bit his lip at the sight of Blaine's ass as he thought about kissing every inch of the skin. “I bet you're as tight as the day I first fucked you. You always are…”

Blaine rested his chin on his folded arms. “I'd love for you to find out.”

Kurt tossed the towel away and sat down on his boyfriend's thighs. He pulled off the ring Blaine gave him and put it on Blaine's hand instead. “Maybe I will in a little while.”

Blaine took a deep breath. “I hope so,” he said mostly to himself.

Kurt picked up the massage oil and dripped it along Blaine's tanned back. Blaine closed his eyes at the feeling. He'd barely been touched and already tension was disappearing, just being around Kurt. A couple seconds later, he had gentle hands rubbing up and down his back in diagonals, meeting at the base of his spine and pressing in. He felt the tension leaving every time that Kurt smoothly rubbed across his back bones and shoulders, and he relaxed tenfold when his boyfriend rubbed circles in his neck. “That feel so freaking good, Kurt.”

Kurt smiled. He rubbed over Blaine's ribs and down to the small of his waist, moving in small patterns on his lower back. “Is it ok if I talk to you? It won't be anything stressful, I promise.”

Blaine quickly nodded. He bit his lip as Kurt's hands returned to his shoulders and the teen started to kiss the back of his neck. Words couldn't explain how good it felt. “Your voice is the least stressful thing. If anything it'll help me feel better.” Blaine groaned, biting his lip. “I'll listen to whatever is on your mind, just do not stop doing that.”

Kurt smiled and sat back up. He spent another few minutes working out kinks in his boyfriend's shoulders and lower back before saying a word. Blaine had practically melted at his touch and Kurt thought to himself that he should do this more often. It'd keep his hard working boyfriend relaxed. “I've been thinking about where I wanted to tattoo your name.”

Blaine opened his eyes at that. When he did so, Kurt's hands slid over his ass and then back up, and Blaine subconsciously grinded against the mattress in response. He sighed. “Where have you been considering, and are you sure?”

Kurt smiled at him as he moved back down to Blaine's ass. He massaged it softly, spreading the cheeks apart before sliding off of Blaine's legs and rubbing the back of his thighs, as well. Blaine was beginning to moan. “My left hand ring finger… I wanted to write ‘Blaine' on the inside of it. But high enough so that when we get our wedding bands one day it wouldn't cover it.”

Blaine smiled at the thought. “I like that.” He bit his lip when Kurt spread his legs and poured more oil into his palm, rubbing up and down the inside of his thighs. “I like that too… I'm so horny right now…”

Kurt licked his lips as he looked at Blaine's body. “I am too. I'll be done in another ten minutes and we can fix that...”

Blaine nodded. Kurt's hands went down his legs, over the back of his shins and then back up to the inside his thighs. He shivered at the contact and a little moan slipped from his wet lips. His boyfriend grabbed his ass and massaged, even slipping his finger down his crack and over the hole a couple times. It was hard not to beg at that point, but Blaine ended up biting down on his fist.

“I had a thought that your next tattoo would be on your neck,” Kurt continued.

Blaine rolled his hips into the bed, his eyes rolling back at how good it felt. “Oh? What would it be?”

“My lips,” Kurt answered. “On that spot I love to kiss. Right below your ear.”

Blaine groaned. He was about to reply when Kurt told him to roll over. Once he did as he was told, he could see Kurt smirking at the trail of precome that was going down the length of his dick. “That's doable. Since we're on the subject, I want us to get something that matches, too. Maybe we can get June 4th of this year just below our collarbone, in Roman numerals. Or…” Blaine trailed off when Kurt started to rub hot oil onto his own chest. He stared. “Fuck you're so sexy.”

Kurt looked down at himself, hands circling his abs. He poured more into his palm for Blaine now and peeked down to his boyfriend. As he returned to his previous position sitting on top of Blaine's thighs, he started to massage from his abdomen up to his shoulders. He smiled at the boy's current tattoo and thumbed over his nipples. “You're even sexier. I can't believe I don't do this more often. I love your body.”

Blaine bit his lip and watched Kurt's hands on his chest. His cock was getting harder and harder. “What was I saying?”

Kurt laughed and it was the cutest thing ever. Blaine stared at him with the hat on low and hoped that Kurt wouldn't take it off when he fucked him. “You said maybe our anniversary date in Roman numerals or…”

“Oh.” Blaine smiled. “Or matching Gemini tattoos. You could get one twin… oh—” Blaine's eyes rolled back as Kurt stroked him twice, slow and long, and then went back to rubbing over his abdomen with a smile on his face. “Shit,” Blaine said. “I-I could get the other…”

Kurt leant down and braced one hand on the bed as the other moved from Blaine's hip up to his shoulder. He smiled and kissed along the boy's jaw. “Both of those sound doable to me.”

Blaine nodded. Kurt wrapped his oil slicked hand around his cock again and Blaine inadvertently thrust up. “Shit, Kurt.”

“And you look doable to me…”

Blaine smiled when Kurt pulled away from the kiss. “You know what would help me unwind?”

Kurt smiled down at him as he stroked Blaine a little slower. “I'm all ears, Anderson.”

Blaine licked his lips and looked up at the ceiling. Kurt had his entire body feeling as if he was in heaven. “If you just took your time and fucked me, nice and slow like this, I'd feel 100% in the morning.”

Kurt smiled at that answer. He sat up straight and rubbed some more of the oil into his chest. “You're probably right…”

Blaine stared at him; hands beneath his curly hair.

“I've been thinking about doing you all day…”

“Yeah?” Blaine bit his lip. “Tell me more.”

Kurt looked into his eyes and licked his lips. “You wore those pants to school today and your ass…” he trailed off as he thought about it. “It looked perfect. You know I love being inside you.”

Blaine reached forward and lowered Kurt's pants. Kurt smiled at him as he stood up and shimmied out of them. As they hit the floor, he grabbed his cock and stroked it slowly before pulling the hat low over his eyes. “Bend your legs, honey.”

Blaine bended them at the knee and slid forward, reaching out for a pillow to slide beneath him. He watched Kurt pick up the bottle of lube and squirt some into his hand. Blaine started to play with his cock. “Are you stretching me first?”

Kurt nodded as he approached.

Blaine smiled. “I'd rather you be rough, you know…”

Kurt got down on his knees in front of the bed and kissed the inside of his boyfriend's thigh. “I know how you like it but you're going to be training for the next few weeks. I'm not letting you convince me to fuck you harder than you need to be fucked.”

Blaine rolled his eyes. He was about to dispute when Kurt kissed his nuts and made him forget where the hell he was. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of two fingers sliding inside him, gently at first, and then fucking his hole a minute later. “I'd love to see you resist me beg for it harder in a little while.”

Kurt slid in a third finger and smiled. He knew it would be hard. “Shush. Just relax.” He began to stretch those three fingers as he moved in deeper and Blaine held his breath as he let his boyfriend prep him. “Just let me work, Mr. BMX.”

…

Nick stared out the window as they flew over the country. His cheeks were still red and he was still trembling a bit. Jeff smiled at him as he returned his pillow behind his head and leant back in the seat.

“You weren't this shy a minute ago.”

Nick laughed a little before licking his lips. “I'm not being shy, Jeff.”

“Ok.” Jeff smiled and took his hand before closing his eyes. He exhaled hard and put one of his earbuds in. Nick turned away from the window and looked at him.

“I never really thanked you for coming along.”

Jeff's opened his eyes to look at him. “Are you for real?”

Nick nodded, cradling the boy's hand in his. “I am. Even if you were going to show up anyway I still want you to know I'm grateful.”

“Even if you were still with Naomi and I was still your dumb friend wondering ‘what if', I'd still be right here by your side.” Jeff moved over and kissed him on the lips. “You have to know that...”

“I know and that's why I'm thanking you, I guess. Not sure what I did to deserve it.”

Jeff sat back and paused his music.

“We never really talked about it, you know. I mean in depth.”

Jeff looked at him. “About…?”

“How you feel about me having Brooklyn… I assume if we stay together you know that we're going to have to deal with Ashleigh and whatever guy she's with… I can't explain it.”

“You're saying that because Brooklyn is a part of your life, so is her mother and whoever she dates,” Jeff said calmly. “I don't care about that. I have respect for your baby mama as long as she respects that you're Brook's dad, and that I'm with you.” Jeff winced at the turbulence, squeezing Nick's hand tighter. “As long as that happens, you have nothing to worry about.”

Nick rubbed his boyfriend's hand with his thumb. “I appreciate that, blondie. What're your ideas of your future family anyway?”

Jeff smiled and closed his eyes again. “Are you hinting that you've thought of a family with me or are you just curious?”

“Do I have to hint?” Nick looked at him. “You should know I've thought of it. Unless you think I think we're just messing around and are a joke otherwise…”

“Will you two shut up?” David said from across the aisle. Jeff opened his eyes and looked over at his friend, smiling.

“Go back to sleep, D.”

“I was trying to, thank you very much.”

Nick laughed. “Just answer the question.”

“I don't know,” Jeff shrugged. “I always thought about getting married one day. Didn't dwell much on kids. I always considered myself a ‘fun uncle'.”

They looked up at the screen and Nick shook his head. “Fun uncle probably won't cut it…”

“I just never thought I'd be a dad anytime soon so I didn't think about it much, that's all. Victoria knew that and she was cool with it. ” Jeff turned his head and met Nick's eyes. “What about you?”

Nick shrugged a little. “I wanted to be married and have little ones running around. I want to be better than my father was, that's for sure. I want to be better than he is.”

Jeff nodded and held his hand. “You will be, shorty. I have no doubt.”

Nick stared at him for a moment. He wondered just how ready his boyfriend would be when it came to dealing with him and his young daughter when they moved to New York in a matter of months, really. “Thank you.”

Jeff put the other earbud in Nick's ear and moved in close, hitting play.

“You would be listening to some booty shaking music,” Nick teased. Jeff laughed, throwing his leg over his boyfriend's thigh.

“If you're talking shit about my music, that means we're losing time that we could be making out…”

Nick smirked as he leaned in close. They kissed while smiling and he played in blond hair when they deepened it.

Flying wasn't so bad.

…

Kurt looked at the time before he lined up at Blaine's entrance. They still had plenty, and that was amazing.

He stared at Blaine's parted lips and bit his own as he slowly pushed forward. Blaine's ass was so tight like it always was—it felt like home. It was all his and it felt like the hole was made specifically for Kurt to fuck open at his leisure. He gripped the rider's waist as he slid in slowly, taking deep breaths as he did so. The heat surrounding him was a lot to take in. Blaine looked up at him in the Raiders cap and watched Kurt's muscles flex as he gripped him. He was certain Kurt had no idea how hot he looked right now—probably ever.

“I'm ready for you.”

Kurt smiled at him as he slowly slid out and back in. “I may have to turn you over in a minute. My legs are going weak already.”

Blaine smiled proudly and made his boyfriend laugh. He folded his arms beneath his head. “You're the one who wanted to stand up—oh fuck,” Blaine's smile dropped as his eyes rolled back. “Oh …there…”

Kurt held Blaine's legs around him as he moved in, scratching down his thighs and hitting the spot again. “That's why I wanted to stand up.” He stared at Blaine's parted lips and thrust in again, adoring the tight heat. “Talk to me. Does it feel good?”

Blaine tried not to pull his hair as Kurt fucked his prostate over and over again. He was moving painfully slow too, but got deeper each time—so deep his legs were tightening around the slim, pale waist. “That's exactly w-what I need baby.”

Kurt smiled at him. He slid Blaine back on the bed and moved in deeper, watching as Blaine took his dick. “Tell me what you want and I promise I'll give it to you.”

“Kurt…” Blaine gasped, pulling at the covers when Kurt slid him forward and thrust in. “Fuck—Just don't fucking stop baby, please…”

Kurt spread both of his legs by the ankles. He started to move in slower, and began missing where Blaine needed him altogether. Blaine groaned into his forearm before forcing his eyes open.

“Kurt… don't play with me. I need you.”

“How and where…? I want you to say it.”

Blaine leant up on his elbows; abdomen muscles clenching. His cock lay hard against his thigh. “Faster and deeper. It's yours, Kurt. Fuck me like you know it's yours.”

Kurt bit his lip, and the image of him with the hat low over his eyes and that sexy smirk on his face broke Blaine. When he bent over Blaine and propped both hands on either side of him, thrusting in hard and making the clapping noise as Blaine's ass hit his hips, Kurt promised he'd give him just what he wanted.

He fucked him like he was his, because he was.

Blaine complained when Kurt slapped his hand away from his cock. He wanted to cum right now. “Kurt…”

“Hold on,” Kurt told him, hitting his spot over and over and drawing closer to his orgasm. “I'm… fuck, say my name again.”

Blaine stared at Kurt's lips and smiled as he was fucked. The bedsprings creaked and items on his night table tremored. He pulled at the bill of the cap so that his boyfriend was right above him. “It's all yours, Kurt…” They stopped for a moment to kiss—Blaine lifting the hat a bit and Kurt pulling away after sucking on his boyfriend's tongue. Blaine licked his lips as Kurt started to move faster—a sign that he was close. It was hard for Blaine to think straight but he moaned a bit and got it out. “K-Kurt…. Fuck me, Kurt—”

“Shit,” Kurt squeezed Blaine's ass as he slid in and out. He felt the coiling in his gut and pulled out quickly, jerking off against his boyfriend's thigh and moaning Blaine's name. He struggled for air as his body started to shake and Blaine smiled, watching him stroke himself to completion.

Fucking. Hot.

“I… know this was supposed to be for you. I didn't forget.”

Blaine laughed as he looked down at his neglected cock. “You sure?”

Kurt smirked and took a few quick breaths. “Yes I'm sure. I just needed to…” he played in the cum on his boyfriend's thigh and smiled. “I told you I'd been thinking about you all day. I got selfish.”

Blaine licked his lips and lay back down. He watched Kurt take the pillow from beneath his hips and lifted his head as he put it under there instead. “What're you doing?”

Kurt smiled as he started to rub Blaine's chest again. “I'm going to kiss your cock, maybe suck the head a little bit, and then I'm going to ride you.”

Blaine's eyes went wide as Kurt lowered his head in between his legs. He watched his boyfriend start to kiss his length of his cock and cursed to himself as he sucked around the tip of it. Kurt's phone began to ring and Blaine literally told it to shut up, making Kurt laugh before the boy licked up and down the shaft. First he did it in circles, then in long swipes, and finally in teasing zigzags.

“Focus on my tongue. Ignore everything else. Ok, daddy?”

Blaine nodded hard. Kurt sat up and crawled over his body. He started to finger himself once he had lube on his hands and Kurt stared at Blaine staring back.

“Would you rather cum inside me or should I swallow?”

Blaine watched Kurt riding his fingers and looked back up at him. Kurt tipped the hat up a little and smiled.

“An answer tonight would be appreciated.”

“Uh.” Blaine licked his lips and looked at Kurt's cock soft against his thigh. “I-Inside you.”

“Alright,” Kurt settled over Blaine's cock and slid down. He bit his lip and looked up at the ceiling. Blaine held onto the edge of his bed. He was about to tell Kurt to stretch some more when the boy forced himself all the way down the length of his dick. Blaine cursed aloud over the sound of the music playing and threw his head back, and Kurt moaned right along with him. “Fuck, oh yes…” he smiled and played with his nipples. “I can't wait to feel you tomorrow…”

Blaine took deep breaths. If he didn't, he was afraid he'd die. This would be an awkward death to explain to their families. Kurt dragged his hands up his chest and pulled at the brim of his cap. He pulled it low over his eyes again and smiled down at Blaine as he danced on top of him, grinding his ass slowly as he rode the thick cock. Blaine reached for his waist and stared at the boy's hip piercings as he squeezed Kurt's ass, controlling the way he bounced as he rode him. “You are the sexiest thing I'll ever lay eyes on. You're so beautiful.”

Kurt bit his lip, still smiling. He bounced up and down until Blaine made contact with that familiar spot, starting to ride faster. “Do you love me, daddy?”

“Fuck,” Blaine's leg started to cramp as he struggled not to thrust up. “Fucking fuck. I love you more than l-life. You know that— oh shit.”

Kurt continued to hold the brim of the hat as he worked his ass back. “I love you too. I love riding you.”

Blaine smacked his ass and watched Kurt for a reaction. It earned him an encouraging smirk, and Kurt lowered his hands to Blaine's biceps and clutched them as he worked his hips. “I could ride you all night, daddy.”

Blaine shook his head. “I-I don't think I can last all night.”

Kurt stopped to giggle, but the sound turned into a long string of moans when Blaine thrust up twice. “Shit…”

“You're so tight, love…”

“You're so big,” Kurt answered, turning the cap around and planting himself firmly by holding onto Blaine's chest. He smiled down at his name tattooed there. “I love you, Blaine. I love how you fuck me—how you own me.”

Blaine took a deep breath as Kurt continued to ride him. He watched the boy sliding up and down his dick and shook his head. It was beginning to be too much. “Kurt…”

Kurt worked his ass over Blaine's cock as if he was a dancer. He had sweat running from his sideburns and dripping down onto his boyfriend's abs. Blaine's thumbs ran over the piercings as he worked his hips up, hitting Kurt's spot.

“Yes, daddy?”

Blaine smiled. “Fuck. You're going to make me kick my little cousin out later on for round three, aren't you?”

Kurt laugh-moan-whined. “Mm… We can go down to the c-couch i-if it comes to … that. Damn daddy, do that again.”

Blaine thrust up once more and closed his eyes as Kurt took his time riding him. “I'm going to cum….”

Kurt brushed over his nipples as he bounced a little faster, then slowed down again. “Cum for me, daddy. Please?”

Blaine broke at the ‘please'. He dug his nails into Kurt's waist like always and thrust up ten more times without stopping before his legs began to shake. He reached his climax with the most emphatic song of Kurt's name he'd ever sung. He climaxed hard. Shit went black. He thought he couldn't breathe. The music went silent. Kurt kept dancing on top of him and all Blaine could hear were his soft moans. That was the only thing worth hearing right about now. He collapsed against the bed and took a few, long breaths. Slowly, things started to restore to normal.

Kurt leaned over and kissed him. He didn't pull off yet, too busy sliding his tongue between Blaine's accepting lips. They stayed like that for a while, kissing softly and sweetly and sharing each other's space until Kurt's mouth was tired. His ass and thighs were sore, anyway.

“Why don't we own a plug?”

Blaine opened his eyes and stared up at his boyfriend. He watched Kurt remove the cap from his head and toss it over to the couch. “I don't know. We need lots of things. A cock ring, too.”

Kurt smiled. “And handcuffs…”

“For you,” Blaine said quickly. He smiled when Kurt laughed. “I'm not letting you restrain me. I don't trust you.”

Kurt laughed. “Well fuck you too.”

Blaine rolled them over and kissed Kurt's cheek slowly as he pulled out. “I love you, amore. You're my world. You know that?”

Kurt blushed and nodded. “I love you too, handsome. You're fucking everything.” He giggled at his boyfriend pinching his side. “For always.”

Blaine slowly kissed his lips. They moaned before pulling away and stayed like that, forehead to forehead. Blaine knew he'd spend the rest of his life wondering what he did to deserve Kurt Hummel. He didn't know if he was worthy.

“Thank you for the massage and for making sure I feel better. You always make my days a thousand times better.”

Kurt smiled as he wrapped his arms around the boy's muscular shoulders. “Even when I'm being a naggy, pestering troll?”

Blaine nodded. “Even then.”

Kurt laughed and Blaine kissed his bottom lip.

“I'm going to get a damp cloth and when I come back, we can share that Yoplait.”

“You're so beautiful,” Kurt said dramatically. “I'll put on Netflix. Hurry back. And check on your mom.”

Blaine smiled at him as he pulled on a pair of boxer-briefs and then shorts. “We need to talk about how you're trying to brainwash my little sister into being a Broadway Star when I keep telling you she'll be the first girl BMX rider to win in all her divisions.”

Kurt made a face and shook his head no. “Just… no. No.”

Blaine laughed and turned away. He quickly jogged out of the room in pursuit of the bathroom and hurried to get a damp cloth. After he'd wiped his abdomen off and checked on his mom, he went back towards his bedroom. When he returned, Kurt had the remote pointed at the large screen TV and the music silenced. Blaine smiled and locked the door behind them once more.

“We should watch something rated R because once Mikey gets back it'll be all Nickelodeon slash Cartoon Network slash Disney Channel stuff.”

Blaine smiled and walked over to him. “Have I told you I love you lately?”

Kurt nodded. “Maybe a minute ago, but I wouldn't be opposed to hearing it again if you have another left in you.”

Blaine smirked when Kurt jumped at the cold temperature of the rag. He got the bitch face and had to dodge the pillow his boyfriend tossed. “Sorry! It's a long walk from the bathroom.”

“You used cold water on purpose,” Kurt accused.

“I couldn't wait to get back to you.”

His boyfriend smiled. “I love that I fell in love with the corniest, cheesiest, most romantic 17 year-old on this earth.”

Blaine smiled. “That's hardly true.”

“I love you, Blaine Anderson.”

“And I love you, my handsome prince.”

“See what I mean?”

Blaine laughed and sat down next to him. “Open the Yoplait and let's get this party started.”

Kurt snorted and did as requested. “So, less than a week until your uncle's honorary dinner. We'll be walking the red carpet. How excited are we?”

Blaine pulled Kurt into him. “I don't know about you, but I'm pumped. It's going to be a lot of fun, babe.”

Kurt smiled. “It's on Thursday. I gotta say I'm confused about why you aren't a tad bit nervous to be showing me off to the press.”

Blaine fed Kurt a little bit of the yogurt before kissing him. “There's nothing to be nervous about. I don't give a crap about people who have a problem with us. I have nothing to hide, either. You're my life.”

Kurt fed Blaine a little and smiled as the boy seductively tongued the spoon and winked. “I don't think you know how much you mean to me, Blaine.”

Blaine leant in to kiss him again. “Ditto, Kurt.”

…

Boom Clap
The sound of my heart
The beat goes on and on and on and on and
Boom Clap
You make me feel good
Come on to me come on to me now
Boom Clap
The sound of my heart
The beat goes on and on and—

Kurt inhaled as he stretched sleepily. Blaine rolled on top of him to reach the alarm clock and turn it off. He forced himself to open his eyes and look up at his boyfriend, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the light entering his bedroom. “Mm. What time is it?”

Blaine stretched before dropping his head to Kurt's chest. That was hands down the best sleep he'd gotten in quite some time. He tiredly moved between his boyfriend's legs, burying his face in Kurt's neck and mumbling an answer as the boy started to play in his curls. “Six AM.”

Kurt smiled as he stroked through the long curls. Blaine was such a puppy at times. “Ok. Why in the hell is your alarm going off at 6 on a Saturday.”

Blaine moved in closer as Kurt cuddled him. “I need to begin training soon.”

Kurt groaned, stretching a little more. He turned to look at the clock and shook his head. “This early, baby? You've got all of Saturday…”

Blaine didn't answer. It was probably because he was falling back to sleep. Kurt watched his hand as it untangled the boy's dark curls. He smiled at the tan line on his ring finger.

“Give me my ring back.”

“Mm,” Blaine groaned, picking his head up and looking at his boyfriend. “Let's go back to sleep.”

“I thought you needed to get up, lovie?” Kurt asked softly. He smiled at the kisses he received across his chin and lips a few seconds later. “Wait until I brush my teeth—mmph—” Kurt laughed, pulling back and smiling at Blaine. “Seriously. I don't want to mess up your routine, B.”

Blaine lay back down and kissed his boyfriend's chest. “I know. I'll get up in a minute. You feel really good.”

“Now I know why you're so tired, though.” Kurt turned and looked at the clock. “Your day is starting super early, baby.”

Blaine hummed and wrapped his arms around him a bit tighter. Kurt felt so warm. He could probably stay in this spot for the entire day. “I'm not used to the whole competing during school thing but I'm working on it.”

Kurt rubbed at his shoulders. “Maybe I can get up with you? We can work out together. That cheesecake from the bakery by Pace has been going straight to my thighs.”

Blaine smiled and shook his head no. “I want you to get some rest, baby.”

“Good morning!”

Kurt and Blaine both turned to the source of the sound and were shocked to see Mikey there with his Iron Bear and a very awake smile on his face. Kurt's eyes went wide and he smiled back.

Oh yeah. Mikey definitely spent the night with them watching a SpongeBob Square Pants marathon. How could he forget?

“Heeyyy cutie!” Kurt nudged at his boyfriend to roll from on top of him and Blaine sighed as he moved over. “Did we wake you?”

Mikey shook his head no. “The alarm did.”

Blaine dragged a hand down his face. “Go back to sleep, munchkin. We'll do something fun later so you'll want to be well rested, ok?” He yawned after talking and landed on top of his little cousin, kissing his forehead. “Go to sleep.”

Kurt smiled and sat up. “Any requests for breakfast?”

Blaine smiled at him. “Kurt, you don't have to get up. Get some rest. Stay with Mikey.”

Kurt rolled his eyes and got out of bed. “I guess I'll surprise you then.”

Blaine watched his boyfriend walk off. Kurt was wearing one of his Los Angeles Lakers shirts and a dark pair of pajama pants. He smiled after a kiss was blown his way and the door was closed. Mikey pulled his Build-a-Bear closer to him and looked at his cousin.

“Mikey,” Blaine began. “If your future guy or girl offers to make you breakfast the morning after and wakes up early so that you don't have to be alone, you hold on to him or her. Got it?”

Mikey stared at him, wide eyed and curious. “The morning after what?”

Blaine rolled off of him and got comfortable in bed. “Don't worry about that. That's a conversation for later. Just take heed of what I'm saying.”

Mikey looked into Blaine's eyes. “Can you repeat it?”

Blaine laughed. “Of course, fart face. When you have someone special and they get up the next morning—early on a Saturday to make you breakfast and spend time with you, then that is the most obvious sign that they care for you. Now go back to sleep.”

Mikey nodded ok and tried to close his eyes. “Make sure Kurtie saves me some food.”

Blaine laughed. “Alright greedy.”

…

The surprise was Belgian waffles with fresh berries and bacon. Blaine took his time eating while trying to convince Kurt he didn't need to go out with him. It wasn't working, though. Kurt was just as stubborn if not more so.

“Why can't I come?”

Blaine smiled as he fed Kurt a strawberry. He watched juice run across his lips and sighed happily as Kurt licked it up. Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine's one track mind and smiled “Pay attention.”

“I never said you couldn't come. I just don't understand why you'd want to. I don't even want to go.” Blaine rubbed the fruit against Kurt's bottom lip; eyes glued to Kurt's tongue as he started to suck the tip of the berry. “Yeah… I'd much rather stay in bed with you.”

Kurt smiled as he moved over and took a seat on his lap. He slid the ring from Blaine's hand and returned it to his own as Blaine ate the next bite. “Maybe I want to spend time with you, and maybe if we work out together it won't be such a drag.”

Blaine nodded. “Maybe. Or, maybe I'm going to think about kissing you the entire time and I'll get nothing done…”

“I'll make sure you do,” Kurt answered. He kissed him slowly and licked his lips at the sweet taste from the berries. “Finish eating. I'm going to shower and find something to put on.”

Blaine nodded as his boyfriend stood up. He smiled. “Wear something comfortable.”

“Uh huh.”

Blaine smiled as he watched him walk away. “And you're lucky my cousin was in the room because I was totally going to have you screaming this morning…”

“Eat your food.”

Blaine laughed and went back to his breakfast.

…

Justin stared up at the ceiling of his hotel room—the hotel room he happened to share with his best friend. He had just landed in New York that morning and wasn't as beat from his flight as Nick, Jeff, and David were. They'd come all the way from California while he was in Ohio. The distance was a lot shorter. Even with that, he couldn't help but feel annoyed. Nick and Jeff had each other and they were probably in their hotel room smooching or doing boyfriend things. David was on the phone with the girl he liked… Dani. She was cool but she wasn't Justin. And Quinn was asleep so Justin couldn't be all lovey dovey like they were being. Plus his friends were giving him the excuse that they didn't want to go out because it was too early. They were such dweebs.

“Kurt and Blaine would go out with me if they came,” Justin mumbled beneath his breath. It was still loud enough for David to hear. “We'd all go have fun and leave you losers here.”

David pulled the phone away from his ear and rolled over on the hotel bed. He smirked at Justin. “Kurt and Blaine would definitely be doing it right now if they were here. A hotel room to themselves? Please.”

Justin turned away from him and faced the wall.

“I'll call you back, beautiful,” David said into the phone. He smiled and started to laugh and Justin rolled his eyes. “Ok. Get some more sleep. Bye.”

“Get some more sleep,” Justin mimicked. “Bye.”

“You're a hater.”

Justin sat up on the bed and looked across the room at his best friend. “I'm just saying I haven't seen you assholes in a while. Everyone is all in love and I'm in New York ready to go out and see some shit.”

David smiled. “You do know you spend most of your time in Ohio for a chick, right? Don't judge us…”

Justin laughed. “Kurt's friends are cool and Quinn and I are getting serious. But when I'm with you guys she gives me space.” He trailed off. “And she isn't just a chick.”

David stood up and yawned.

“Put some pants on, David. Jesus.”

“I'll go somewhere with you if you stop being so cranky. Call Nick and Jeff and see if they're hungry.”

Justin shook his head. “I tried. I'm not getting an answer. They're rude little shits.”

David smiled as he walked over to his backpack. “Pretty much.”

Knock. Knock.

Justin jumped off of the bed and ran through the hotel room. He slid to a stop in front of the door and looked through the peep hole. Jeff stood there fully dressed and Justin swung the door open, obviously shocked by that.

“Hey. Can't answer your phone, huh?”

Jeff smiled and walked in. “It was turned off. Sorry, Jus.”

“I don't want your ‘sorry', Jeff. I want to be able to trust you.”

“He's on his period,” David said, pulling a pair of jeans on. “What's up? We're about to leave for food. Where's Nick?”

“On the phone with his mom. I gave them some space.” Jeff leant against the wall and watched David put on a Henley. “There's a diner two blocks over. Bunch of fast food places around. You know I scoped the place.”

Justin went over to his sneakers and glanced back at his friend. “You ok?”

Jeff nodded. “Yeah. I'm good.”

Justin and David shared a quick look, and Jeff smiled when he noticed.

“I'm fine, guys. Don't do that.”

David nodded and walked forward, fastening his belt. “We're just checking. You can talk to us if need be.”

“I'm good,” Jeff repeated. He pulled a lollipop out his pocket and removed the wrapper, shoving it into his mouth. Justin walked over and tucked his wallet in his back pocket.

“Alright then. Let's go get your boyfriend.”

Jeff took a deep breath and walked out with him. They waited in the hall for pretty boy David and sarcastically cheered when he'd finally come out.

David led the way. “Fuck you both.”

…

Kurt took his time and bent over at the waist as he stretched. He smiled to himself as he touched each foot, knowing that Blaine was watching from behind him. The “Wow” he heard in response was confirmation enough.

He sat down on the pavement and turned to look at his boyfriend. Blaine's eyes were locked on him as he did his torso stretching. He licked his lips as Kurt spread his legs and touched his right Adidas shoe.

“You like what you see, Mr. BMX?”

Blaine nodded a bit. “I love what I see.”

Kurt bit his lip and did the same stretch on the other leg. “Care to offer me some help?”

Blaine walked over after grabbing his ankles and stretching out his legs. He jumped up and down a couple times to get loose before sitting down across from Kurt on the track. “How can I help?”

Kurt smiled at him as he scooted forward and placed both of his legs over Blaine's. “I just need a little assistance in this area,” he said, rubbing up and down his thighs. Blaine stared and nodded. “I'll lay back. I need you to make my foot touch the ground beside my head.”

Blaine watched Kurt put his hood on before falling back against the pavement. He had his hoodie unzipped and no shirt on beneath it which meant that they were matching. Kurt smiled at him as he stretched his arms out on both sides of him. “C'mon.”

“Ok,” Blaine said. He moved in close against his boyfriend's body and held his left leg up in the air, slowly pushing it towards Kurt. Kurt's leg bent easily. The boy bit his lip and closed his eyes as Blaine leant over him, effortlessly taking his ankle and pushing it all the way back to Kurt's head. “My, you're flexible.”

Kurt smiled and stared up at Blaine. “You should know that.”

Blaine swallowed as he thought about thrusting against his boyfriend's ass. He really considered it. But, he told himself he'd focus. “This is why I wasn't going to let you come. It's 7 in the morning and we're in the middle of the park with your legs in the air.”

Kurt laughed as Blaine dropped his leg and picked up the other one. “I don't see the harm in this. You're only helping me stretch, daddy.”

“Don't start,” Blaine said with a smile. He bit his lip at the sound of Kurt's laughter as he helped his boyfriend stretch, shaking his head at how much of a turn on it was. “I can't stand you sometimes.”

“You love me.” Kurt watched Blaine stand up and remove his hoodie. He waited a moment before doing the same. “What do you want to do tonight? The guys are all in New York and everyone else will be at that dumb dance at the school tonight. The rest of Long Beach will be here at your old school for Homecoming, right?”

Blaine took Kurt's sweater and put it on the bleachers with the rest of their things. “I've been meaning to ask you why we aren't going to the dance tonight.”

Kurt looked over at him as he fixed the drawstring on his track pants. “For real? Do you even want to go to the Fall Dance? I know I don't.”

“I guess that's what I find weird,” Blaine said. Kurt stretched his legs and twisted at the waist as he listened. “This is one of those Pace things I thought for sure you would be all over.”

Kurt smirked and started to jog off. “Then why didn't you ask me?”

Blaine shrugged as he started jogging beside him. “I don't know.”

“Because you didn't want to go either.”

“Why don't you want to go?” Blaine questioned.

Kurt sighed as they ran together around the track. “I used to like the idea of dances and dressing up and getting a limo and all of that. You can imagine me loving it right? I lived to play dress up as a kid.”

Blaine nodded.

Kurt hesitated. “…I don't even want to say anything because you're definitely going to be upset, baby.”

“Is this something that happened recently? Does it have anything to do with that asshole Liam?”

“Oh goodness,” Kurt laughed as they started to speed up. Blaine looked over at him, waiting for a reply. “No. Hell no. It goes back to Ohio. McKinley of course.”

Blaine was silent as he awaited the rest. Nobody else was on the track with them, and it was probably because they were at JFK High's park, Blaine's old school. If they'd gone to their local park, there'd be tons of people running already. Kurt was nervous about coming here because of homophobes but Blaine wasn't going to let anything happen to him. C'mon now.

“When I was 15, I was elected Queen at one of the dances as a cruel joke organized by my peers. Dave Karofsky was King.”

Blaine smiled and shook his head as they continued to run. “Wow, Kurt. Please tell me you're fucking kidding. Please tell me.”

Kurt shook his head. “I don't care for dances much anymore because of it. I mean, I'd be willing to go to prom with you for sure. Senior prom I wouldn't pass up for anything.” They turned, about to complete their first lap. “But all these in between dances—”

“You mean to tell me none of your friends did anything about that?”

Kurt could tell this was going to be a thing. “This was something I needed to deal with on my own.”

“No.” Blaine shook his head and continued, “You don't need to deal with anything like that on your own.”

Kurt smiled. “Same thing I thought about you not telling me about Preliminaries on November 9th…”

“Oh gosh.” Blaine heard his boyfriend laughing as they started to speed up. “That's entirely different Kurt and you know that. I'm being serious.”

“I'm sorry,” Kurt answered, still smiling. “You get way too serious about old shit which is why I try not to bring it up…”

Blaine shook his head again.

“Are you mad at me now?”

“No,” Blaine said. “I'm just mad I didn't find you again sooner.”

Kurt felt the sweat starting to form over his chest and tried not to complain. Sweating wasn't his thing. But, being with Blaine was. “Babe, I'm just happy that you found me again when you did. It could've been at 30. We could've had kids and horrible marriages.”

Blaine made a sad face. “Don't even play like that.”

“Well,” Kurt inhaled and exhaled, trying to keep an even pace. “How many laps are we doing?”

“Don't worry about that. You wanted to come so you're going to be sweaty and icky by the time we get back home.”

Kurt nodded, keeping in time with his boyfriend who seemed perfectly fine. “Ok. Can we have shower sex?”

Blaine smiled at him. “Only if my mom goes out or something. She's not cool like you're dad. I'll get grounded.”

Kurt scoffed. “Cool like my dad, he says.”

“He is. So you were asking what we're going to do. I say we go to that dance.”

“No.”

“Well what about the Homecoming game here? I can show you off to the assholes here.”

“Definitely not,” Kurt said seriously.

Blaine smiled. “I can't wait until Thursday when I'm showing you off on the red carpet and you can't tell me no because you're afraid.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “We can take Mikey out somewhere.”

Blaine nodded. “Before his soccer practice. That sounds fun.”

Kurt smiled at the thought of being a soccer dad. “Yeah. What about our tattoos? Can people get two in a day? I want the Roman numerals and your name.”

Blaine hummed as they rounded the track once more. He went over to their water bottles and Kurt slowed down, watching as Blaine quickly got them and ran back over. “Speaking of your dad,” Kurt thanked him for the water and they took off as Blaine resumed, “what is he going to think about you having tattoos? You were on punishment for like two weeks for your piercings, remember?”

Kurt sighed. “I don't know. I told him I was going to get something soon and he laughed for two minutes and then asked me to pass the mashed potatoes.”

Blaine laughed. “So are you just going to do it?”

“Yeah,” Kurt said obviously. “He can't say I didn't warm him.”

“You're such a bad boy,” Blaine said, shaking his head. “Let's make a bet. I feel like beating you in a race.”

Kurt laughed and turned to face him. He stopped running and mussed his sweaty hair. “What's the bet?”

“If I win,” Blaine placed his hands on his waist and looked around, thinking. “Hm. If I win, you get ‘Mr. BMX' tattooed on your lower back.”

Kurt laughed. “No. No way. If my dad saw that he's killing the both of us.”

Blaine rolled his eyes. “Fine. If I win, I get one of my fantasies fulfilled.”

Kurt licked his lips and looked around the track. He smiled. “What's this fantasy?”

Blaine smiled and took a long drink from his water bottle. He rolled his neck and looked at Kurt. “I want to get freaky at school.”

Kurt laughed and turned away. “Oh my god.”

“If you win, you get whatever you want.”

Kurt paced back and forth.

“And don't make me do your math homework or ask for Yoplait. Give me a challenge.”

“Hm,” he began stretching again and Blaine smirked. “Let's see. If I win, you have to sing somewhere. In public.”

Blaine bit his lip at that and looked away. “You suck.”

Kurt smiled. “You did it once before at our audition and you were incredible. So what's the big deal?”

Blaine shook his head. “You know I'm not—”

“I guess you better win,” Kurt said. They looked at each other for a moment and Kurt smirked before taking off down the track. Blaine smiled and shook his head as he ran after him.

“I can't believe you're such a fucking cheater.”

Kurt laughed at how large of a lead he had. He noticed the maintenance people walking in, probably going to get the field ready for the Homecoming game later. He sped up and even though he didn't know how long this race would be and when they were going to stop, he set the guidelines. “First person around the track wins, by the way!”

Blaine started to slow down purposely. He smiled at the view. Kurt was a fast little shit, that was for sure, and his ass looked incredibly edible right now. He wondered how Kurt would taste bent over a desk at Pace. It was hard not to get hard, but he ignored those thoughts and shook his head.

Kurt smirked as he started to speed up over the track. He could hear Blaine's footsteps closing in and he started to run faster, looking back over his shoulder and cursing to himself at how fast he was. “You're not winning this…”

Blaine smiled as he ran even faster. He was a couple feet behind Kurt who was slowing down at his point and he smirked as he caught up a few seconds later. “I thought you could beat me. I gave you a head start,” he said, slightly out of breath. “Well, you took a head start, cheater.”

Kurt tried to run a bit faster when he saw the finish line. Blaine was taunting him at this point. “I hate you.”

Blaine laughed as he grabbed Kurt by the waist, tackling him over to the grass. They both stumbled down and rolled around a bit, struggling for breath. Kurt sprawled out on the grass and looked up at the sky. “Oh… my god… I can't remember the last time I actually exercised.”

Blaine landed face down and smiled as his back raised and fell with each breath. “How'd you get so fast? I thought you said you were a kicker, not a running back.”

Kurt closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. “Why would you make me fall on the grass? I was going to win.”

“Ha.”

Kurt rolled over and looked around the empty park. “I was. And my ass is sore, too.”

Blaine smiled. “You have no chill.”

They sat there quietly for a while longer. Eventually, Blaine stood up and stretched. “I'm about to go win this. Be right back—“

“Oh no you don't,” Kurt got up and laughed as Blaine took off, already a few yards from the finish line. “Cheater!”

Blaine jumped up and down and started to dance. He started it off with his Dougie and then started air humping, and by the time Kurt made it over to him, he was doing the Schmoney dance. Kurt laughed and kicked at him, totally missing.

“You're no fair.”

Blaine pulled him close by the waist. “You know two could play that game. Don't know why you try it.”

At last,
my love has come along…

Kurt rolled his eyes. “I would've won fairly. That's why you cheated. And you changed your ringtone to my song? That's very adorable, honey bun.”

Blaine smiled. “So are you. It's Cooper, hold on.”

Kurt nodded, sitting down on the grass and stretching his legs. Blaine watched Kurt do those stretches and bit his lip as he answered the phone. “Damn. I mean hello?”

“Blaine? How close are you?”

Blaine heard the alarm in his brother's voice and his smile dropped. “What's wrong?”

Kurt looked up at him.

“Are you close by? I'm about to drive mom to the hospital. She's bleeding.”

Blaine froze and it was easy for Kurt to see how worried his boyfriend looked. He stood up and walked over to him. “Cooper—”

“I know it's really easy to freak out right now Blaine but I need you to be strong, ok? She's in a bit of pain and I'm getting her to the car now. Mikey is here waiting for Aunt Pam but I don't want to leave him alone.”

“I'm on my way now,” Blaine told him. Cooper hung up and Kurt watched his boyfriend pocket his phone.

“Babe?”

“I don't know what's wrong,” Blaine said in a panicked voice. Kurt quickly got to his feet when his boyfriend started to cry.

“Blaine, baby,” he wrapped his arms tight around him, “talk to me, please.”

Blaine tightened his hold on the boy's lower back. “It's my mom. Cooper's rushing her to the ER now. He says she's bleeding and… and…”

“Baby,” Kurt pulled away and wiped Blaine's face. “I'm going to get our things. Stay here.”

“I don't want to be alone,” Blaine said, shaking his head no. Kurt felt his heart break as he pretended to be strong. He nodded and took his hand. “Alright, beautiful. It's going to be ok, alright?”

Blaine was quiet. He dried his eyes and shook his head. “We gotta get back to Mikey.”

Kurt nodded and moved quicker. His heart was breaking little by little.

…

The taxi came to a stop on E 72nd Street. Nick thanked their driver and all of the guys got out. They looked around the Upper East Side neighborhood and Justin whistled when he laid eyes on the luxury apartment buildings.

“It looks like little Brooklyn will be raised with a silver spoon in her mouth…”

Jeff stepped up onto the curb, still looking up at the fancy building. “Not much of a surprise there. Her mother was too…”

Nick waited to see if David had any commentary to add to the situation, but the oldest only stepped onto the sidewalk and turned to look at him. “Are you ready? We'll wait with you if you need a minute.”

Nick shook his head after taking a deep breath. His boyfriend offered him an encouraging smile and so did Justin and David. “I'm ready. It's now or never.”

Jeff reached out and grabbed his hand. “Come on, pops. You've got a little girl in there waiting to meet her awesome, BMX racer of a dad.”

Justin smiled and led the way. “She's gotta meet her cool, overprotective uncles, too.”

Nick laughed along with them, though there was no denying it was forced. He was still nervous about a lot of things, especially falling in love with this little girl and then having to leave. He tried his best to push all doubt and negative thoughts to the back of his mind as they entered the building.

The doorman didn't give them a problem at all. He seemed to be expecting Nick—not the others so much—but he let them go up to the 7th floor and gave the Buchanans a warning call.

They stepped off of the elevator and Nick held onto Jeff's hand tightly as the gang made their way to condo 71. David shook his head when Justin told him he had Quinn stored in his phone as ‘My Cinnamon Apple' and laughed. They reached the door and turned back to look at Nick.

“You knock.”

Nick closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. He gave a shaky smile to his friends and rang the bell twice before adding a couple knocks for good measure.

It was quiet at first, but after a moment a “Hold on!” could be heard from behind the door. Nick's heart was hammering in his chest. That was definitely the voice of Ashleigh, the mother of his daughter, and on the other side of that door was his little girl. Justin got giddy and started clapping.

“We're going to meet Brooklyn! This is so exciting.”

Nick nodded. Jeff smiled and pinched him in his side.

“Well don't look so frightened, Nicholas,” Jeff teased. “You'll scare her.”

Nick's eyes went wide in horror. “Fuck. What if she's seriously afraid of me?”

David dropped his head. “Dude, shut up.”

Jeff laughed at his boyfriend and shook his head.

The door was opened a second later and a beautiful blonde with green eyes smiled. Then her face dropped when she saw all four boys standing there. “Um. Did you bring all of Legacy with you, Nick?”

David smiled. “Well Blaine isn't here but, yeah, pretty much.”

“Hey,” Nick said nervously. “I'm sorry I should've warned you the guys were coming. Moral support and all.”

Ashleigh smiled at him and opened the door wider to let them in. “A warning would've been splendid but the more, the merrier. Welcome.”

Inside was pretty much a palace as expected. Everything looked too perfect. Justin walked in first and his mouth dropped as he glanced around.

“Jeesh.”

“You look good, Nick. Besides the fact that you look as if you'll puke, you look good.” She smiled. “More mature.”

He smiled and shrugged. “I've been growing this stubble for five months now.”

She laughed and gestured for the rest of the guys to enter. “Leave your sneakers here at the door unless you want my mom to kill all of you.” She turned around and went towards the living room. “I'm going to put something on for you guys and then I'll go get Brook. She fell asleep like an hour ago.”

Nick stepped in last and looked around the condo. As he toed out of his sneakers, he shook his head and wondered how much this place was worth. Ashleigh had always been the super-rich chick in town when she lived in Long Beach and she behaved as such— which was why she and Blaine never got along. Unless they were banging, of course. Justin turned into the true freeloader he was as he entered the living room behind her.

“Your TV is huge. Got any snacks?”

Ashleigh laughed and gestured to the kitchen. “I do. I'll hook you guys up after I get Brook.”

David walked over after with his hands in the pockets of his sweater. “Thanks, Ash.”

“No problem.”

Jeff looked at Nick and smiled softly. “So far so good. Do you want to go sit down?”

Nick nodded and walked with him. They took their place on the sofa and got comfortable. Justin turned to ESPN and checked the score of a college football game playing.

“USC is up.”

David grunted.

Small talk continued, but Nick wasn't part of it. His palms were sweaty and his feet were rapping against the hardwood floor. He was a mixture between excited and nervous and anxious and another indescribable feeling that made him a little tense. Jeff looked over at him and squeezed his hand.

“Deep breaths, shorty.”

Ashleigh returned to the room, cradling the four month old in her arms. Brooklyn's eyes were blinking open and closed and she had one hand balled up in a fist. Ashleigh smiled down at her as she walked over to the sofa.

“Here she is.” 

Justin and David whipped their heads around first, followed by Jeff who smiled widely at the little brunette in her mother's arms. Nick took a deep breath, and before long Ashleigh was standing in front of him with the little girl. He stared at her for a while and felt his heart beating against his ribcage.

“Brooklyn Esther Buchanan. All 15 pounds of her.”

“She's beautiful!” David squealed, hugging Justin's arm as Justin tried not to cry. Jeff looked at the little girl with adoring eyes as Nick smiled and started to laugh a little.

“Wow. Wow… she's…”

“She's got your nose, and your smile, and does that same ridiculous face you do when you're thinking about something,” Ashleigh finished for him.

Nick stared at his sleeping daughter before looking up at Ashleigh. “What face?”

Jeff mimicked it perfectly and Ashleigh laughed.

“That one.”

Nick smiled.

“Would you like to hold her? She's waking up,” Ashleigh sat down on the arm of the couch and kissed Brooklyn on her balled up hand. “If you guys go cleanup we can pass her down the line.”

Justin and David hopped up first and ran into the kitchen. Ashleigh smiled at them.

“They're adorable.”

Nick couldn't stop staring at Brooklyn. She really did look like him. It was weird. And she was starting to open her eyes. They were greener than Ashleigh's. As she started to wake up, she fidgeted a little and made an annoyed face. Nick laughed.

“She's perfect,” Jeff whispered, in awe of the little life before him. Ashleigh looked at him and smiled.

“Wake up at 4 in the morning because she wants to eat and play ‘how loud can I coo?' and tell me that.”

Jeff laughed, and Nick offered a smile. “I've stared at the pictures you sent me every day and they just don't do her justice,” he told her. “It's incredible.”

Jeff smiled as he stood up and looked between the two. “I'm going to wash my hands. Come on, babe.”

Ashleigh looked at her baby's father and raised an eyebrow. Babe? she thought.

Nick nodded and stood up to follow. David and Justin were walking back into the room with cleaned hands and smiling as Ashleigh watched Nick and Jeff walk off. They looked at her and raised their eyebrow.

“Everything ok?” David questioned.

She nodded as Brooklyn started to fuss, adjusting the little girl in her arms. “Yeah… how long has that been going on?”

Justin turned around and saw the couple talking as they washed their hands. “Oh, Niff? They've been at it on and off for a while now but they just got serious a few months back.”

David took a seat and looked up at the TV. “It was surprising, but it wasn't.”

She hummed acknowledgment before looking down at Brooklyn and smiling. “Hi baby girl!”

Nick walked back over with Jeff and Ashleigh laughed at the excitement in both of their eyes. It was good to see Nick not freaking out or pale like he looked when she opened the door. She moved aside and let them take their seats and Nick smiled when he got eye contact from his baby.

“Say ‘hi dad!'” Ashleigh handed the little girl over to Nick and smiled when the teen accepted her. She watched him awkwardly hold the girl in the air and smile, and it was such a new dad thing to do she couldn't help the laugh. “Don't worry, she has a fresh diaper on Nick. You can hold her.”

David laughed.

“Hi.” Nick sat her Brooklyn on his lap and could feel the tears welling up in his eyes. “It's your father. I'm so happy to finally be meeting you, Brooklyn. You're an angel.”

She looked away from him and down at the watch on his wrist, reaching for it. Nick smiled. He pulled her closer and held her with one arm and let her grip his thumb with the other. Jeff watched the two of them and took a couple pictures. “She loves you, shorty.”

Brooklyn smiled at him when he started to speak again. “You have so many people to meet,” he told her. “You've got a big family between your mom and me. We've got so many people that love you.”

Ashleigh smiled at them. “Whenever she fusses, I put on one of your BMX races. The one where you lose to David.”

David smiled and Justin laughed. Nick smirked at Ashleigh.

“Brooklyn loves that one.”

Brooklyn started to kick her feet and then got distracted by Jeff. He smiled at her and waved hello.

“That's daddy's idiot boyfriend,” Nick told her. “Isn't he goofy looking?”

Brooklyn smiled and everyone laughed. Jeff made a funny face and Brooklyn loved it, still holding onto her dad's thumb.

Ashleigh couldn't help but smile. This was what she wanted for the both of them, especially Brooklyn. It wouldn't be fair of her to keep Nick out of her daughter's life and vice versa. “Can I trust you guys with her while I go get some snacks?”

Justin nodded. “I want to hold her next.”

“I'm next actually,” David argued. Ashleigh shook her head and smiled as she went towards the kitchen.

…

Later that day, Ashleigh had pulled Nick aside as he fed Brooklyn. The girl's eyes were slowly closing as she helped her dad hold the bottle, and Nick was completely lost in the action. Ashleigh smiled at him.

“I'm happy you're moving to New York after you're done at Pace, Nick.”

Nick nodded. “Getting on that plane tomorrow is going to be so hard.” He kissed her forehead. “Just thinking of saying goodbye. It sucks.”

Ashleigh nodded. “It's hard saying goodbye to her when I have to leave for school in the morning, so I know what you mean.”

Nick looked up at her. “Blaine told me you were seeing some asshole after he saw you two. Where is he?”

She rolled her green eyes and sat down on her bed. “We broke up a couple months back. It was messy. He's a jerk.”

Nick frowned. “Sorry to hear that.”

Ashleigh shrugged.

“But if he's that much of a jerk, I'm happy he's not around my daughter.”

Brooklyn finished the bottle and started stretching and kicking in Nick's arms. He laughed and Ashleigh stood up to throw the burp towel over his shoulder. “You can burp her if you'd like.”

Nick nodded and stood her up. “Do I just…?”

“Pat her back here like this,” she demonstrated. Nick nodded and started to do it. Ashleigh watched the two of them together and smiled sadly.

“I had no idea you and Naomi weren't a thing anymore. I expected her to show up with you and chew me out for what we did.”

Nick shook his head no. “I broke her heart pretty bad with the whole me and Jeff thing. She doesn't talk to me much. We were together for basically all of high school, so it sucks, but it is what it is.”

Ashleigh nodded, smiling at Brooklyn's babbling as Nick burped her. “Yeah. So you and Jeff… that's not like some phase? That's the real deal?”

Nick smiled. “I like him.”

She nodded. “What's in the water in Long Beach? First Blaine and now you?”

Nick laughed. “I've been told I'm his shadow. He goes gaga for a boy, I go gaga for a boy. He does you, I do you.”

Ashleigh shook her head. “That's not what I'm implying.”

“I know,” he said quickly. “It's been said, though. I am my own person, believe it or not.”

Ashleigh smiled. “He and his boyfriend are cute. I was on his Facebook recently and it's literally 90% of him and Kurt—it's Kurt, right? God, Kurt's hot. Those eyes.” She got lost for a while and Nick stared at her, amused. “Anyway, it's literally 90% pictures of them. Them on the beach, them on a motorcycle, them at Layla's, them at Pace. I never in my life thought Blaine would settle down.”

Nick smiled. “I can guarantee you if Kurt didn't move to Ohio, Blaine would still be the idiot he was when you and him were doing whatever it was you two were doing.”

Ashleigh shook her head. “Not my proudest moment.”

“I'm sure neither was what we did but—“ Brooklyn burped and Nick stopped to laugh. “Woah.”

“She burps like you too.”

Nick smiled. “That's daddy's little girl!” He sat her on his lap and she got distracted by his watch again. “But we got her from it.”

Ashleigh nodded.

“I wish I would've known.”

“I wish I would've told you instead of letting my parents drag me away from Cali.” She ran her hand through her blonde locks. “Not much I can do now.”

He looked at her. “Where are your parents anyway?”

“They're at my grandmother's place. They'll probably be here soon so you should consider leaving in a bit.”

Nick looked at her and shook his head no. “Why would I do that? I am entitled to see her just as much as they are, really.”

“It's not that,” Ashleigh went back to take her seat on the bed and looked across the room at Nick. He stared at her curiously. “My father thought that when you got here he'd be able to talk you into… I don't even want to say it.” She finished lamely with a forced smile and collapsed onto the bed.

Nick felt his phone vibrate and ignored it for the time being. “Tell me, Ash.”

The girl shook her head. “He wanted us to be a … family. I told him that we only messed around once at a party and we basically used one another but he thinks that you should be in Ashleigh's life regardless of that and that you should be with me. He's a dickwad.”

Nick looked down at Brooklyn.

“It's more for his reputation than it is about us or even Brook. He doesn't want me to look like a slut.”

“You're not a slut.”

Ashleigh laughed as she sat back up. “I'm hardly wholesome.”

Nick shook his head. Brooklyn started to fidget and he stood her up again. “He wouldn't want me near her if he knew I was with Jeff, huh?”

The girl shrugged at that. “Probably not, but it isn't really up to him.”

“Let's be real,” Nick said. “You were pregnant and he ripped you away from California so that Brooklyn wouldn't have to be around me. If he knew I was with a guy—”

“That doesn't matter. You are with a guy. We aren't together. That's the way it is.”

Nick shook his head. “If I was single, would you even be interested? We barely know one another.”

Ashleigh stood up and walked over to them. She knelt on the floor beside the two of them, and Brooklyn stopped pulling at her dad's cheek when she saw her mom; a wide smile spreading on her face. Nick stared at Ashleigh.

“Would it matter?”

Ashleigh sighed. “Nick—”

“I want to know.”

“If you came here alone, yes, I'd probably ask you how you felt about it. About trying. When you moved here. But you have a boyfriend and he seems a bit overwhelmed by the whole baby thing but I looked at him once and could tell he loves you. I don't know much about Jeff… we never even spoke before today, but I respect that you have a relationship and a life.”

Nick smiled. “I don't think he loves me. It hasn't been that long.”

Ashleigh kissed Brooklyn's hand. “I'll let you try your hand at changing her in a minute.”

“Can we stop changing the conversation?” Nick asked. She dropped her head to his shoulder.

“What is it that you want me to say?”

Nick stopped for a moment. He took a deep breath. Brooklyn started to drool a little and he wiped it with the bib. “I don't know. I'm sorry.”

Ashleigh stood up and ruffled his brown hair. “We can all take a walk to the park. It's a nice day out. Your friends are probably restless. And I just don't want to be here when my parents get back.”

Nick nodded. “Yeah.” He watched Ashleigh walk off and get the changing station ready as he looked down at Brooklyn. She had her fists clutched in her bib and smiled up at him. Nick brushed back her dark curls with his hand and took a deep breath. “Yeah.”

…

Blaine was tense as he stared at the receptionist from across the waiting room. Kurt rubbed up and down his arm. He was listening to Don on the phone with his brother in Texas and trying to calm his boyfriend.

Cooper leant against the wall staring down at his phone. He let his head hit the wall and closed his eyes. Kurt watched him for a while before laying his head on Blaine's shoulder. His boyfriend had been quiet for the past two hours.

“Can I get you something to eat?” Kurt asked him softly. He still rubbed up and down Blaine's arm.

Blaine shook his head no and looked down at the floor. “I'm ok.”

“She's in surgery now,” Don whispered into the phone. “She started bleeding this morning and the doctors say it is placenta previa or something of the sort, so they're doing a caesarian section now.” He went quiet and Kurt watched the man pace, obviously concerned for his older sister and niece on the way. “She was 36 weeks along, yeah. The baby will be a preemie but we're at one of the best neonatal units in So Cal. They're both going to pull through this.”

Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He knew his boyfriend was afraid of not only losing his little sister but of losing Clarissa as well. He squeezed his hand and looked up at Blaine. “I'm going to run to the deli. Give me a kiss.”

Blaine looked away from Cooper and to his boyfriend. He cupped the boy's face and kissed him softly. Kurt smiled and pecked his lips again.

“It's going to be fine, alright? I'll be right back.”

Blaine nodded to him and watched him walk away. He noticed CJ go to follow him and sat back in his seat, hoping with everything he had that this would really be ok.

Cooper jogged towards the exit to catch up with Kurt. The hospital was busy on this Saturday afternoon. “Wait up. I'll come with.”

Kurt slowed down and they walked in time with one another. “I've never seen him like this.”

Cooper patted his shoulder. “After losing our dad and Ariel we're just a little on edge. Blaine has never been one to handle his fears well.” They stepped outside and Cooper followed Kurt. “He liked to be in control of things.”

Kurt walked towards the deli and looked back at Cooper. “I have no doubt that your mom and your sister are going to be alright.”

Cooper smiled. “Yeah. It'd be great to have your faith right about now.”

…

Don went to sit next to Blaine and wrapped an arm around him. “Where'd Team Blue Eyes run off to?”

Blaine smiled a little and rubbed tiredly at his eyes. “Kurt went to get us all food, I'm certain. Cooper went to tag along. Probably didn't want to cry in front of me.”

Don looked at his nephew. “Why would he cry? Your mom is going to pull through this. Melody will too.”

Blaine stared at the tiled floor as nurses walked back and forth. “She's coming so early, though. And mom is a little older. I just don't want anything to happen.”

Don gripped his shoulder and pulled him closer. “Do you remember Mikey was almost two months premature when he was born? He was so small—look at the size of my hand,” Don said, and Blaine looked down. “I could basically hold him like that. I often joke with Pam that he wanted to be older than Ariel even though he was due in November.”

Blaine smiled.

“He spent a couple months here before he could come home but look at him now. Skinny as ever, but he's tall and strong. Healthy. I know this is scary but it isn't the end of the world.”

Blaine nodded to him. “You're right.”

“You know your mom is strong. She's dealt with a lot but nothing has beat her. I'm sure your little sister will be the same way.”

Kurt and Cooper walked in carrying coffee and a bag of sandwiches. Blaine smiled up at his boyfriend and Don stood up to thank him.

“Thanks for this and for being here,” Don told him. Kurt handed him a coffee and smiled. He sat down next to Blaine again and was shocked to see his boyfriend smiling.

“Hey there, cutie,” Kurt sang. Blaine reached for his hand right away.

Cooper sat on the other side of Blaine and gave the teen half of his turkey and cheddar. Don grabbed a roast beef from the bag.

“Hey beautiful,” Blaine accepted the cup and smiled. “Are you still trying to morph me into a coffee drinker?”

Kurt smiled. “It's a white caramel hot chocolate. Sounded like something you'd be into. If not, there's a sports drink in there.”

Blaine leant in and Kurt got the hint, meeting him halfway. He smiled at the small kiss planted on his cheek. “What was that for?”

Blaine took a sip of the drink and shrugged. “Because you love me.”

Kurt blushed. “For always, Castor.” His phone buzzed and he reached into his pocket for it. Nick had finally replied to his text.

From Nick:

*Pic attached*

Legacy's first baby!

From Nick:

I was soooo going to curse you both out for not coming with me, but it's a good thing you didn't. As happy as I am to be here with Brook, I'm upset that I can't be there with you for Blaine and Mrs. Anderson. Call me as soon as you guys get news.

Kurt smiled at the picture and showed Blaine, Cooper, and Don. “Brooklyn got a group picture with her dad and the guys.”

Blaine laughed as he unwrapped his sandwich, taking Kurt's phone. “Oh my god, look at them. Justin looks like he's crying.”

Cooper smiled. “Shit she looks like Nick. Wow.”

“Doesn't she?” Kurt asked with a smile.

Don laughed. “Send that to my email. I need to hang it in the shop.”

“Send it to me too,” Blaine said. “Can't believe my best friend has a kid.”

Kurt smiled as he took the phone back to send the picture out. “Can't believe you were this close to raising her.”

Blaine and Cooper laughed. Don stood up because he saw the doctor approaching, and the other three guys turned. The doctor was the same one from the appointment Blaine had went to with his mother a few months back and even though he hated hospitals and being in this environment, he was happy to see a familiar face.

“How's she doing?” Don rushed out. He stared at the man who started to smile.

“Clarissa is doing great. She's recovering now. Melody came out kicking and screaming at close to 5 pounds which is great for a late preterm birth. We're monitoring her in a Level I nursery because she was born before 37 weeks and we just want to monitor her heart rate and lungs and make sure everything is ok with her organs, but as of right now she's making a lot of noise to let us know she's fine,” he said with a smile.

Blaine couldn't help his grin as Kurt wrapped his arms around him. Cooper lowered his head in a silent thank you and Blaine turned to squeeze the shit out of his boyfriend. Don thanked the man.

“When can we go see her?”

“As soon as mom wakes up, we'll let you guys go in. She's exhausted during recovery. As for Melody, she's upstairs in the nursery. We're hoping that we can let her go home in less than a week which would be excellent. Follow me and you can come meet her.”

Kurt stood up quickly and excitedly. Blaine handed his half sandwich to Cooper who put it in the bag and followed the doctor.

They arrived on the second in front of the window and Dr. Smith turned to them. He smiled at Blaine. “We can let visitors in two at a time. She's small and being monitored so she's wearing a few wires right now. Nothing to be afraid of, ok?”

Blaine nodded.

Kurt nudged him forward a bit. “Go with Cooper. Say hello to your sister.”

Don laughed as he looked through the glass. “That's her, isn't it? Brown curly afro…”

Dr. Smith laughed. “That's her.”

Blaine smiled as he looked inside. He turned to Cooper. “Come on.”

Cooper smiled at Kurt and gestured in side. “I'll be right back. You can come in after, ok?”

Kurt nodded to him and watched the Anderbros follow the older man into the room. They walked over to the incubator and a nurse approached, smiling and saying hello as she adjusted something on Melody's machine. Dr. Smith said something to them with a smile and walked off, and Kurt smiled as he watched Blaine stare down at his sister and start yapping away a mile a minute.

Don took out his phone and patted Kurt on the back. “I have to let my wife and son know that she's here so they can stop calling me every 7 minutes. Excuse me.”

Kurt laughed and took the bag from Don. “No problem.”

“First things first,” Cooper said, looking down at the little girl. “No boys until you're 35.”

Blaine watched her close her eyes and looked at his big brother. “Is she sassing us already?”

“Sure looks like it.”

“I guess I'm going to be chaperoning your prom,” Blaine said nonchalantly. “These boys are not to be trusted.”

The nurse glanced over at them and laughed.

“And don't think just because Blaine is moving to New York that he won't be able to keep an eye on you,” Cooper warned. “We have eyes everywhere.”

“Everywhere,” Blaine repeated.

“And Mikey will kick somebody's ass if it comes down to it.”

“So will Neil.”

Cooper looked at Blaine. “Are they… are they even a thing?”

Blaine shrugged. “You know, they've got the whole best friend thing going on right now but one day, probably.”

Cooper nodded and looked back down at his sister who yawned, obviously bored by this. “Neil too! We've got our eyes on you.”

Blaine wrapped his arm around Cooper and looked down at their little sister. “In all seriousness, you have an older sister who's an angel now, and she's looking out for you too.”

Cooper smiled. “Yup. And we love you. We're going to be there regardless. Good times and bad.”

Blaine smiled.

“You scared us out there today Melody. You gave us a real scare.” Cooper looked down through the incubator and took a deep breath. “Don't do that again, please.”

Blaine watched her finger move a little and smiled. “She's pointing, CJ! She's fucking pointing!”

Cooper threw both arms in the air and then pointed at his little sister. “That's my girl!”

Blaine nodded proudly, wiping away a tear.

“I'll be back with more threats in a minute, I have to let you meet your brother-in-law Kurt,” Cooper told Melody. He ruffled his brother's hair before about facing.

Blaine turned around. He saw Kurt smile at him and wink. Cooper walked out of the room after saying goodbye to the nurse and she damn near melted. Blaine rolled his eyes at her. Thirst game strong.

Kurt handed the bag over to Cooper who said “she pointed” and practically skipped over to Blaine and Melody. He was so excited to finally meet her. He smiled and said hello as he looked into the incubator. Melody's eyes opened.

“You look so much like your mother, Melody.”

The baby smiled a little and Kurt grinned at Blaine.

“Did you see that? I sang Wicked songs to her like every other day. She knows my voice.”

Blaine scoffed. “She was smiling the entire time Cooper and I talked to her too.”

Kurt laughed. “Liar.”

Blaine nodded. “Ok I am,” he smiled at Kurt who laughed more. “But only because we said she can't date until thirty something. No one would smile at that.”

Kurt laughed and looked down at her. “I'm going to take Diesel to my place for a few weeks until Melody and your mom are situated. That ok?”

Blaine nodded. “He's going to be excited to meet her.”

Kurt smiled. “He is.”

They held hands and looked down at her as she slowly fell asleep. Blaine smiled and turned to Kurt.

“I can't wait until little Zayn Luke Harry Calum Niall Sheeran gets here.”

Kurt laughed and kissed his cheek.

…

The weekend was a lot less exciting after the birth of Melody, but that was in no way a bad thing. Blaine was grateful for the peace. He leant against his best friend's Hummer on the beach and listened to Nick ramble on and on about Brooklyn and watched his boyfriend play with Justin and Mikey near the shore. He was so proud of Nick. He was proud of all of them. They'd come a long way.

“Next time you go visit Brooklyn, I'm so coming.”

Nick smiled. “She's adorable. I was scared out of my mind at first but after holding her, it felt natural.”

Blaine nodded and hopped down off the Hummer when a Miguel song began to play. He looked down at his sneakers to make sure they weren't getting ruined by the sand. “I bought her some Jordans just like these.”

Nick rolled his eyes. “You would buy her purple sneakers.”

“She and Melody can match.”

“Do you know when she's coming home yet?”

Blaine smiled. “Mom comes home tomorrow. Melody comes home on Saturday as of now. They want to keep her a week to be certain.” He rubbed the nape of his neck as he continued. “Cooper and I visited her this morning and sang the entirety of Duran Duran's Rio album to her. She said she'd rather stay in the hospital.”

Nick laughed and leant against his truck. “She just had surgery and you two put her through that? Not nice.”

Blaine smirked as he looked across the beach at David with Dani and Hunter. “We're good sons.”

“Meh.”

Blaine smiled. “So would you like to tell me what's bothering you?”

Nick shook his head and sighed. “I wouldn't say something is bothering me but I had a talk with Ash yesterday and it's still ringing in my head.”

Blaine rolled his eyes.

“She's not the same girl, Blaine. She's mature. There's none of that petty stuff you and her used to deal with.”

“What did she say?”

“She thought I was still with Naomi and said that her dad was going to try and convince me to be with her instead. To raise our daughter together.”

Blaine nodded. “Ok. And?”

Nick shook his head. “That's it. I didn't see her dad. We left for the park with the guys. It was nice, you know—”

“If you're about to tell me you considered leaving Jeff for this chick I swear I'll punch you in the face.”

“It's not that.” Nick took a deep breath. “Jeff and I are the real deal. I know that. It's just… imagining raising Brook with her mom may've flashed through my head. Jeff doesn't even want a family.”

Blaine walked away.

“Really, bro?”

“You're an idiot.” Blaine turned around. “If that little girl was mine, I'd tell Ashleigh to shake hands with Kurt and get used to him being around because he isn't going anywhere—”

“Well I'm not you and Jeff isn't Kurt,” Nick said. Blaine rolled his eyes and turned away, walking over to Justin and his boyfriend. “And I didn't say I was going to, I said the thought crossed my mind. I don't even know Jeff and I are going to last.”

Blaine turned around. “Dude. You fucked Ashleigh once.”

“I know that.”

“You were drunk.”

“I know that too.”

“And 16 years old,” Blaine continued. “I'm thrilled for you that Brooklyn was a result because I know that you love her, and I know Ashleigh does, but is it worth throwing away everything else you have to play mommy and daddy? Don't you think you can be a good father without ruining something good in your life? Jeff cares about you.”

Kurt turned back after catching the Frisbee. He fixed the strap of his tank top and raised an eyebrow. “Everything ok, boys?”

Nick nodded to him. Blaine turned and walked over. “Hey baby.”

Kurt smiled at him and then looked over at Nick. He tossed the Frisbee and Mikey and Justin watched Diesel run for it. “What's up?”

Blaine kissed his cheek. “There's like an hour and a half left of visiting hours. The guys want to go see my mom and Melody.”

Kurt nodded and smiled. “Sounds like a plan. My dad should still be there with Don and Pam.” He smiled at Diesel jumping on Justin before looking back to Blaine. “Sure that's all?”

Nick walked over. “I'm going to go pick Jeff up from his place. Meet you guys there.”

Blaine nodded to him. “See you there.” He watched him walk away and kissed Kurt again. “C'mon beautiful. Let's get out of here.”

Kurt took his hand and walked with him.

…

Thursday evening had finally rolled around. It'd been a long week of classes and dance rehearsals and visiting Melody and basically a long week of everything. They'd gotten their report cards and applied for colleges and were pretty much swamped with all that was going on. Add to that the weight of Blaine having to do an interview with the local newspaper as well as get ready for Preliminaries and you had a very tired couple in Klaine. Yet, they were preparing to attend Uncle Don's dinner tonight in Los Angeles, thrown for him by RideBMX Magazine. It was sure to be the icing on the cake.

Kurt stared at himself in the mirror with a soft smile as he fixed his blue tie. He knew that he should be nervous—maybe the nerves would kick in later. For right now, he was excited that he'd get to experience this, and to share this night with the boy who loved him. He was excited to be going to a Red Carpet event in Pasadena and to get a taste of what it might be like for him one day—being in the public eye and being photographed with Blaine. Being a power couple. That was also scary because being in the public eye in this world meant being subjected to ridicule. Kurt wasn't sure how Blaine would take to that.

There was a knock on his bedroom door as Kurt fastened his bracelet. He called for his dad to come in and Burt opened the door.

Burt whistled. “You look handsome, young man. Almost as good as me when I was your age.”

Kurt smiled and looked up at the man in the reflection. “Thank you. I know I'll never get there but if only.”

Burt laughed. “Well at least you've accepted it. Are you ready for this?”

Kurt straightened out the designer suit he wore and took a deep breath. “You should probably be asking my boyfriend that. He's the one who's out to make a public declaration of love tonight.” Kurt focused on himself and fixed his hair one last time. “I don't know why he thinks he needs to. Nothing but mean and malicious people are out there, anyway.”

Burt leant against the doorframe. “You told him he didn't need to do this?”

Kurt nodded as he looked down at his products, beginning to put them away. “I have. Multiple times.”

“Why?”

Kurt turned to look at his dad for a moment before looking back down at his work. “For one, if there are negative reactions, which there will be, he'll probably take it hard. And I don't mean take it hard as in want to break up with me for a girl,” he said, closing his hair spray. “I mean retaliate against the ignoramuses who say something. Then he'd be in the spotlight for that instead of something positive like all of his hard work.”

Burt nodded at that. “So you won't take any negative responses to heart?”

Kurt smiled. “I think I'm used to negativity more than he is. I'm not immune from it but I'm used to bouncing back from it, don't you think?”

Burt looked at his son as Kurt turned to face him. He smiled softly. “Come here. Let me straighten that knot.”

Kurt looked down at it and walked over—his Ferragamos clicking against the floor of his bedroom. “It's straight, dad.”

“It's as straight as you,” Burt reached for it as Kurt laughed and started to adjust it. He smiled at his son and took a step back. “That's a lot better.”

Kurt smoothed the tie down his chest and smiled up at his father. “Even though it looks the exact same, thank you.”

Burt cupped his son's face. “I'm proud of who you are today and the man you're quickly becoming. It's happening much too fast for me, but I'm so proud of you.”

Kurt rolled his eyes away and looked down the hall. “Don't make me cry dad. I swear.”

Burt laughed and wiped at his own eyes, and Kurt stared at him. “I'm sorry. I'll let you get back to it, but I want you to go out there tonight, walk down that carpet with your boyfriend and stand proud. I don't care what anyone says to you, you're a beautiful, strong, brilliant young man. You hear me?”

Kurt nodded, taking his father's hand from his cheek and smiling a bit. “I'll make you proud, pops.”

“Your mother would've loved this,” Burt said. It came out gentle like a whisper. “I know she's smiling right now. Because of you and that knuckle head of yours.”

Kurt began to laugh and looked down. He turned around and went back to the dresser, grabbing his keys. “And because of you, dad.”

Burt watched him. The doorbell rang and he took a deep breath, wiping his face again. “I'm going to get that.”

Kurt nodded to him. “I'll be down in a minute.”

Burt went down the steps and walked over to the door. He looked out the peephole and smiled to himself before opening it. Blaine stood on his front porch looking incredibly handsome in a suit and tie that matched Kurt's, only a purple color instead, and a bouquet of lavender roses in his hand.

“Good evening, Mr. Hummel.”

Burt raised an eyebrow. “You and I both know you have a key to my house, Blaine.”

Blaine smiled. “I know. Somehow this felt more… right.” He slid a hand into his pocket as Burt noticed the dark town car in front of his home. “We missed a dance on Saturday night and I didn't get to do all of this so I figured, why not tonight?”

Burt nodded. “Come in.” He turned around and shouted upstairs. “BLAINE IS HERE.”

Kurt came a few seconds later, slowly making his way down the steps. Blaine stepped in and watched him, and the closer he got, the wider Blaine smiled.

Kurt's heart skipped a beat when he saw him. He didn't know how it was possible for someone to look so good but Blaine accomplished it. His hair was curly but had a little gel to hold it in place. His eyes were glowing. The suit fit him like it was tailor made. He looked like a true professional, way beyond his 17 years. Kurt took a deep breath and smiled.

“Blaine. You look amazing.”

Blaine kept his eyes locked on Kurt's. “You are incredible.”

Burt watched the two of them and smiled from his recliner. Such cornballs.

“Are those for me?” Kurt asked when he was close enough to kiss Blaine. He did so, on the cheek. Blaine blushed and nodded.

“They damn sure aren't for him.”

“I heard that,” Burt said.

Kurt laughed and accepted the roses, smelling them and smiling as he and Blaine looked at one another. He could feel Blaine drinking him in and it honestly made his body heat up.

“You remember the purple rose? A sign of enchantment. An exciting way to say I love you and that I'm eager to grow our relationship,” Blaine said softly. Kurt smiled at him. His cheeks were burning red. Blaine continued. “Eleven roses assure the recipient that they are truly, deeply loved. I wanted you to know that no matter what happens tonight, you can bet on that, beautiful.”

Burt smiled and looked away from the two of them. Kurt took the opportunity to close the small distance between him and his date and kiss him on the lips. You wouldn't know the two had seen each other in school a few hours ago. Blaine placed his hand on Kurt's hip and parted his lips right as Burt cleared his throat.

“Traffic is going to be a killer if you don't get a move on it, fellas.”

Blaine pulled back and smiled at his boyfriend. He licked his lips as Kurt wordlessly gestured to the kitchen and walked off, probably to grab a vase and some water for the roses. Blaine stood there and smiled before opening the door.

“Goodnight, Mr. Hummel.”

Burt nodded to him. “Have fun tonight.”

Blaine smiled. “You have fun babysitting Mikey.”

Burt laughed. “We're going to have a blast with Amber.”

Kurt came out of the kitchen and kissed his father goodbye on the forehead. “You and Amber behave yourself around my Mikey.”

Burt smirked. “No promises.”

Kurt went to join Blaine and the two walked outside; Kurt stopping when he noticed the town car waiting in front of his home.

“Did—Did you get us a driver?”

Blaine smiled and took his hand. “Guilty. I didn't want to be in the limo with my uncle and aunt, and also Cooper and Jasmine. I hired my own guy.”

Kurt smiled and shook his head. “This is amazing.”

The driver got out and rushed to open the backdoor for them. Kurt thanked him and Blaine did as well as they slid into the back.

“Oh my god.” Kurt picked up the bottle of champagne on ice and laughed as he faced Blaine. His boyfriend was turning the station on the satellite radio. The partition was rolled up as soon as the driver got back into the vehicle and Kurt shook his head.

“Good ol' Ed Sheeran,” Blaine said, smiling as he sat back. “See the flames inside my eyes. It burns so bright I wanna feel your love…”

“I can't believe you.”

“I'm not sure why not,” Blaine teased. He grabbed a couple glasses and passed one to Kurt. “We should toast to us.”

Kurt removed the cork as they pulled away from the Hummel residence. “I'll drink to that. But only one glass.”

Blaine laughed and nodded. “One glass.”

…

The ride wasn't very long, thankfully. They spent the duration of it talking about pretty much everything in between their kissing and trying not to mess up their suits. Kurt looked out the window when they pulled up and took a deep breath at all the reporters and photographers. He saw a slew of fans and shook his head, smiling.

“This is insane, Blaine.”

Blaine smiled. “Yeah, it is.”

The partition lowered and the driver looked through the rearview. “Is here ok, Mr. Anderson?”

Blaine nodded. “Here is perfect. Thank you.”

“I'll get your door.”

Blaine smiled and then looked back at his boyfriend. “Are you ready to be photographed and interrogated?”

Kurt looked a little pale and Blaine kissed his hand, calming him down. “As ready as I'll ever be. I hope my hair is ok.”

“You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen,” Blaine whispered in his ear.

And there Kurt was, thinking how quickly things had changed, He was perfectly fine an hour ago, or so he thought. Now, he was as nervous as he'd ever been.

The driver opened the door and Blaine stepped out. People shouted for him and he did a quick wave before turning back to face Kurt still inside the car. He smiled and held out his hand.

“Come on, Pollux.”

Kurt felt that tonight, Blaine was definitely Pollux. He took his boyfriend's hand and swallowed hard, allowing him to help him out of the vehicle. Blaine told the driver when to expect them and the man nodded, going to find parking. He turned to Kurt and smiled as he approached the red carpet.

Paparazzi were flashing. Kurt felt as if he was floating forward. He wasn't even sure he had legs. There were people screaming and cheering and girls asking Blaine for selfies but security kept a clear path. Blaine nodded hello to the media after signing a few autographs, and he laced his fingers with Kurt's. He smiled that toothy smile to his boyfriend and leaned in to kiss his cheek before they stepped onto the carpet together.

“Blaine Anderson! Over here!”

Blaine stepped back, close to the wall and pulled Kurt so that he was to the left of him. Kurt was a bit overwhelmed by the cameras and the yelling, but he smiled as Blaine's hand slid around his waist. The two of them posed for the photographers and everyone seemed to eat it up.

“Blaine! Is this your boyfriend you've spoken about? What's his name?”

The woman who worked on moving stars along the carpet urged them to move down a bit. Blaine nodded to her and Kurt tried to hide his nerves and not bust his face open at the same time as they moved. “This is my boyfriend,” he told them. “His name is Kurt Hummel.”

“Kurt! How long have you been together?”

Kurt smiled as Blaine said “Here we go,” into his ear and laughed lightly. “Going on five months now,” he answered. More flashes went off and more people shouted questions. Blaine looked at Kurt and smiled.

“See? Not so bad, right? A little chaotic but manageable.”

Kurt nodded as Blaine leant over to kiss him quickly. The cameras caught every moment, including the love struck look of adoration on Blaine's face as Kurt pulled away. “I'm going to step aside and let them get some pictures of you alone.”

Blaine nodded. “Don't be afraid to say ‘no comment' if a jerk tries to interview you. Got it?”

Kurt nodded. He stepped aside and smiled when he saw Justin further down the carpet doing interviews. He turned and watched Blaine pose for the cameras; hands in his pockets—the epitome of sexy sophistication. Kurt honestly could do him right there if it was socially acceptable. He waited for the event coordinator to escort him down the carpet and she came after a moment, placing a hand on his back.

“You and Blaine look very handsome tonight. I hope you're enjoying the pandemonium.”

Kurt smiled a little. “Thank you. It'll be something to get used to.”

The two stopped when interviewers began to shout for Kurt. She gestured for him to go over and then walked away. Kurt seriously considered running off to find Justin but slowly approached; a smile on his face.

“Hello everyone,” he began.

“Kurt Hummel, are you close with the man of the hour, Mr. Kinsella?”

Kurt smiled at the ESPN reporter and nodded. “Donald babysat me back in Ohio when I was in first and second grade and I returned the favor by working for him when I moved here to Cali. He's a great man. He and my father were very close and are now too, and I'm lucky to know him.”

“Is that how you met Blaine?” another reporter asked.

Kurt nodded as cameras pointed at his face. “It is, and the rest is history you could say.”

“Were you a big fan of the sport?” the first man questioned. Kurt shook his head no.

“Definitely not,” he joked, and the crowd laughed. “The farthest thing from it. But now I'm a bit of a go-hard. I've got reason, now.”

“When did Blaine come out to you? Has he always been gay?”

Kurt declined to answer. “I'm going to move along for the next person,” he said. The reporters shouted for one more but Kurt didn't want to say anything to get his boyfriend bad publicity. He smiled and walked off towards Justin who was standing at the entrance of the building as one of the announcers for that evening was interviewed next. Blaine jogged to catch up to him and snuck his hand in Kurt's.

“Hey!” Kurt knew he was flushed and probably looked scared as hell. “That was an experience.”

Blaine smiled. “I was asked three times if I thought I'd come in top 10 at Recon. Apparently people think I'm washed up.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Bullshit.” They reached the entrance and poked Justin.

“Move it, Palmers. We're trying to get inside,” Blaine said with a smile. He knew who was with Justin and couldn't wait to see the look on Kurt's face.

Justin turned around with a grin. Kurt tried not to moan because this motherfucker in a suit looks like a fine piece of ass but Justin only stepped to the side.

Kurt's eyes went wide and he squealed. “Oh my god!”

Quinn and Santana squealed louder as they practically jumped on him. Blaine laughed and sheltered Kurt so he wouldn't fall, and old guys glared at them as they went inside the banquet hall. “Surprise!” Justin said.

“What the—what are you two doing here?”

Santana laughed as she let Kurt go and fixed her extremely too tight dress. “Well Quinn is Justin's date for the evening. I'm here because she didn't want to fly alone and I heard there would be free food. Voila motherfucker, say free food three times and I appear.”

Blaine smiled as Quinn and Kurt still hugged. His boyfriend definitely had tears in his eyes. “Let's move this reunion inside, huh?”

Justin nodded, holding the door open and pulling Santana in. Kurt walked into the lobby and started jumping up and down with Quinn. Blaine laughed as he followed them.

“Why didn't you two tell me you were coming? Is it just you two?”

Quinn nodded. “It is. We skipped class to be here and see you, and meet Blaine's uncle and that beautiful little sister of his he's been yapping about on Facebook.”

Santana pinched Blaine's cheeks and he smiled.

“We also miss Mr. Hummel,” Quinn continued.

Justin fixed his bowtie and smiled. “She misses me too.”

Blaine laughed. “Hey, this calls for a beach party tonight. I'll call the guys.”

Kurt grinned and hugged Santana again. She laughed and tried to push him off. “Anderson, get him, please.”

Blaine smirked. “Justin, would you and your lady like to accompany me to our table?”

“I sure would. M'lady?” He held out his hand and Quinn gladly accepted it, laughing when Justin kissed it lightly. Blaine walked off with the two of them and Santana cursed at them in Spanish as Kurt squeezed her tightly, not even trying to let go.

…

Somewhere between Don's speech and the hosts serving dessert, Justin, Kurt, Blaine, Santana, and Quinn snuck away from their table one at a time. Cooper and Jasmine warned them that if they were to get caught, they wouldn't bail them out, but Blaine ignored them and went off anyway.

They ended up walking around the large building and going to different rooms. One was hosting a dinner rehearsal for someone's wedding. Kurt and Blaine fought in the hallway after Blaine locked him in the room with 150 strangers. Santana got a good crack out of that one.

They found an empty room at the end of the building that looked like it held the same amount of people. Santana took off her heels and walked over to the stage, taking a seat. She was followed by Justin who was out of his blazer at this point and had his bowtie undone. Quinn walked over and sat on his lap.

“Where are you two staying?” Kurt asked. He smiled when Blaine poked his butt and swatted the boy's hand away.

“We're staying at David and Jus's place,” Quinn told him. “We'll be back to the drab Ohio on Sunday, though.”

Kurt smiled. “So we've got the entire weekend to hang out. We're going to do everything Long Beach has to offer.”

Blaine took a seat at one of the tables. “We can rent surfboards or jet skis. It'll be fun.”

Santana clapped. “I brought five bathing suits because I couldn't decide.”

“Same,” Quinn laughed. “I'm totally getting a beach home when I'm rich. Somewhere to spend the summers.”

Kurt sat next to Blaine and smiled at the boy on his phone. “Don't tell me you're checking for articles again.”

“Did you see us on the red carpet?” Blaine asked. “We looked fucking hot. I look like sex in a suit and you look like a million blow jobs. We're so fucking hot.”

Santana rolled her eyes as they laughed. “You two are polar opposites.”

Justin smirked. “Opposites attract. Can we get out of here? I'll tell the guys to get their asses to the beach. The girls and I can pick up David from UCLA on the way back to Long Beach.”

Santana smirked. “Good ol' creepy David.”

“Don't worry,” Justin said, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend. “He has Dani now. That should keep you safe.”

“Is Dani hot?” Santana asked.

Cough. “You're with Brittany.” Cough. Kurt cleared his throat. “I need to get that checked out.”

Blaine laughed and sat back. “Ah. Kurt's so funny.”

Quinn stood up and smiled at Santana running to sit on Kurt's lap and mess up his hair. She rolled her eyes when the two started to fuss with one another, and then Blaine started to fuss and pull Santana off his lap so that he could sit there instead.

“Mine,” he growled.

Santana kicked Kurt in the shin before scurrying off. “Come on, you guys. Back to Long Beach we go.”

Blaine let Justin pull him up and then pulled Kurt up. “Back to Long Beach!” he repeated.

…

And Kurt and Blaine fucked all the way back to Long Beach.

Kurt wondered if the driver could hear him. He wondered if the car shook when they were stopped at red lights and if his clothes were unbearably wrinkled with the way Blaine was manhandling him.

He started up in Blaine's lap, facing forward and getting fucked with his face against the partition. Then he faced Blaine and let him fuck him slowly as they looked into each other's eyes, moaning and saying the sexiest little things as Blaine thrust up harder.

Kurt came when he was on his back with his legs crammed into the air. His feet were everywhere, pretty much, and Blaine looked incredible wearing nothing but his tie and his pants around his knees as he moved in and out of him. Kurt swore he never saw his boyfriend's eyes that dark with lust. He got owned and he loved every minute of it.

By the time they got back to Long Beach, Kurt had to get dressed in the back of the town car and deal with the stickiness of champagne on his chest and cum on his abs. Blaine licked up a lot of it but the rest would have to come off in the shower. Regardless of what internet trolls and homophobes watching the sports networks or reading the magazines would say, Kurt knew they were at home being haters while he was in the back of a luxury car getting his brains fucked out.

Clear winner here, folks.

Blaine fastened his belt and quickly reached into his wallet for a tip for the driver. He looked over himself and smiled. Kurt laughed when he noticed him as he did his buttons.

“I love you, Blaine.”

The rider licked his lips and winked. “I love you, too. Let's go party.”