Chapter 8

"What're you thinking about, beautiful?"

The voice brought Kurt out of his reverie. He smiled softly and turned to his right; automatically feeling safe as Blaine wrapped an arm around him. Everything about being in Blaine's presence helped Kurt feel safe, protected, and loved. It definitely took some getting used to at first; the whole trusting and being happy—not being afraid for once… but there was no questioning that this was completely worth it.

"About us, I guess," Kurt smiled, feeling Blaine kiss his cheek. He placed a hand on the man's thigh as he leant into his side. "I'm happy we could be here together and… I don't know," Blaine kissed his shoulder this time and it elicited a giggle from the New Yorker. "It's just, knowing that we don't have to worry about getting on a plane and leaving… about being apart again. I'm happy."

Blaine looked up after Kurt had spoken and returned the smile tenfold. "Wasn't it worth it? I'm not going to say we were crazy to be afraid, or that it wasn't hard at times, but it was definitely worth it, right?"

Kurt's lips curved as he nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. "You will always be worth it to me."

Blaine moved closer as they both looked out over the city skyline. "Always? You better mean that."

"I do."

They both caught each other's eyes and smiled before looking over the city once more. Kurt sighed. The sight was beautiful and they'd wanted this for so long. They wanted to be in each other's company and focus on a life together, to support each other's dreams and actually have a future.

Kurt and Blaine. Blaine and Kurt.

The two of them against the world.

"You know I think that we should adopt our first baby. A little girl, maybe." Blaine looked up at the sky as he thought about it and Kurt faced him with a smile he couldn't quite hold back. "We can name her Felicity. It literally means 'intense happiness'."

Kurt bit his lip and chuckled a bit at his boyfriend's corniness. "So you're already thinking about kids, huh Anderson?"

Blaine laughed.

"I always did want a little boy who looked like you though. Well not always… kids weren't on the agenda before you and I got together," Kurt corrected. He smiled into the kiss that touched his lips a moment later, reciprocating. "But, once we did, I thought that a son with your unruly hair and beautiful golden eyes, those crazy eyebrows, and even that adorable little mouth twitch you have…"

"Hey! I'm sensitive about my mouth twitch."

Kurt laughed and looked away once more. "I know. But I think that it is the cutest thing and maybe I've been thinking about us having a little Blaine one day."

Blaine smiled when Kurt took his hand. "A little Kurt wouldn't be so bad either. At least we wouldn't have to take his clothes out for school the night before because he'd do it himself…"

"Shut up," Kurt laughed, nudging his boyfriend in the shoulder. Blaine smiled.

"You need a ring around your finger."

There wasn't an answer at first, but after a minute Kurt turned to his left and smiled at the man who was holding him. "I was thinking the same thing. But about you."

"Oh?" Blaine couldn't fight the reddening of his cheeks and looked down at their intertwined fingers. "We should work on that, then…"

"We probably should," Kurt giggled into the string of kisses that were placed along his face and neck. "But first, we can make out for a while…"

….

Kurt's eyes snapped open as the man jumped out of his sleep with a gasp. He felt his heart just about beating out of his chest as he came to his senses. To his right was Blaine lying naked; half of his muscled body covered by the sheets on the hotel bed while half was on top of them. He looked around the dark room that was lit partially by the moonlight outside and sighed, shaking his head at the dream he just had. It couldn't have come to this.

The time on the clock read close to 5 in the morning. Kurt rubbed a hand down his face and took a deep breath. He'd been sleeping for maybe three hours this time. Earlier, Blaine had woken him up by kissing over his entire body, followed by a frottage session where Kurt ended up shaking and moaning Blaine's name throughout the course of it. It seemed that all it took was a touch for him to fall apart at Blaine's hands and Kurt didn't want to admit that.

But now… now we had Kurt waking up in the middle of the night because he had a dream - or a nightmare really - that he and Blaine were happily together, discussing children and practically getting married. This wasn't happening.

This was not what Kurt came here for.

Yet, Blaine was in his every thought. Blaine was slowly becoming the one thing Kurt couldn't go a second without having, and there was so much wrong with that.

Blaine tossed in his sleep, rolling onto his back. There was a small grimace on his face as Kurt looked at him, and he lowered himself to softly kiss the elder on the lips. He heard Blaine make a sound before drifting back to sleep and he pulled away; eyes locked on the running back's peaceful face.

It was then that Kurt realized he was in deep shit.

No, really.

He could see a forever with this guy if his subconscious had anything to say about it.

Kurt was pretty pissed off at his subconscious.

The pale complexioned man got from underneath the sheets and stretched. The cool air hit his body quickly and he shivered, grabbing a bathrobe to throw on, and then reaching for his cell phone. Of course it was late, and everyone would virtually murder him if they received a phone call from him at this time, but he needed to speak to someone.

Anyone would do.

Kurt made his way out into the hallway after stopping in the bathroom. A quick splash of water over his face followed by a look in the mirror at his reflection let him know that he was still rather exhausted and should focus on getting more rest, but his mind wouldn't stop racing after that dream.

That dream was way too real.

But it was also merely a dream. People have dumb, meaningless dreams all the time. It was his mind and maybe even his heart's way of fucking with him during the one time he thought he was safest from all of his feelingsand any real world problems he had to face.

Because apparently his mind and his heart were both jerks.

Their hotel room's hallways were brightly lit but understandably quiet when Kurt exited the room. He was thankful for it resembling a ghost town.

He first dialed Rachel's number. She mumbled something sleepily into the phone as Kurt tried to get her to wake up before he heard soft snores gradually grown into scary snores.

Ok. That didn't work out well.

The second person he dialed was Santana who literally cursed him out in Spanish before hanging up the phone. The only thing she said in English was '5 in the morning'.

So that didn't work out either.

Kurt considered calling Felix next. He got a text from him around midnight saying he'd be going to a club with the girls, but there was also something in there about how Kurt didn't call and how it made him upset. Because of that, Kurt figured that calling at this time only to ask advice on what to do about a guy he was falling for was not a good idea. Felix would probably hate him.

And who knew? He went out last night. Maybe he was with someone. Kurt didn't want to interrupt a potential hookup session.

Who was he kidding though? It was highly unlikely that Felix was with another guy. That'd make Kurt's life a bit too easy.

What the 21 year old did know was calling his brother Finn would be a huge no. Finn would be completely biased and would no doubt force their heads together in a 'now kiss!' gesture. That's not what he needed.

Kurt needed someone who would be reasonable—someone who would help him weigh the pros and the cons of this situation and make a smart decision…someone who wasn't going to tell him only what he wanted to hear or only what he didn't want to hear, but tell him the truth straight down the middle.

Kurt dialed the number and listened to the phone ring.

"You better be dying, son."

Kurt smiled tiredly as he sat on the floor of the hotel's hallway. "Not exactly. I'm just returning your call."

"At this time of the night?"

"Well technically it is the morning time," Kurt swallowed hard and took a deep breath. His father had the 'you've got to be shitting me' tone of voice going on right now and that was never a good thing. "When I first moved away from Ohio, you told me that I could call you for anything, no matter what time it was. I really need to talk, dad."

Burt sighed on the other end, and Kurt could hear his old man sitting up in bed. "What's wrong? Where's your brother?"

"He's…" Kurt closed his eyes and let go of a breath. "Asleep, I assume."

Great way of hiding the fact that Kurt wasn't with Finn but instead in a swanky hotel with a guy he'd been messing around with.

A few seconds passed before his father replied. "Give me a minute to get downstairs so that I don't awake Carole and I'm all yours, bud."

"Thank you," Kurt let his head hit the wall and a sigh of relief left his lips. He was happy that he could get his father to talk to him and that he could vent a little. Hopefully the man would talk some sense into him.

"So I'm glad that you're returning my call. Blaine… Finn's best friend," Kurt perked up a bit when his dad mentioned the name. "He answered the phone when I called you and I thought maybe he forgot to let you know I called."

"Oh," Kurt cleared his throat and rubbed over his stubble. "Yeah, he told me… today was just a busy one and I forgot to get back to you."

"I understand. So what's bothering you? Does your old man have to come out of retirement and help you kick someone's ass?"

Kurt laughed and shook his head. "Hardly that. I can kick ass on my own anyway, you know. But… I've gotten myself into something and I need you to talk me out of it."

Burt was quiet on the other end. Kurt opened his eyes and looked at the wall across from him.

"I… I think I'm falling for someone who it would be terrible to fall for, and he feels the same way."

Still, silence. Kurt waited a while before asking his next question.

"Dad? Are you there?"

"I'm here," Burt said monotonously. "Continue."

Kurt nodded. "Ok. Well, I guess I should just get it out the way and let you know what's been going on."

"That'd be nice if you want my help, kiddo."

"Yeah," Kurt cleared his throat and stood up now, beginning to pace the hall. "Well, when I got here on Saturday, I met someone. He… I don't know if you want to hear all of this, but you need to. I found him very attractive, and he thought the same about me. We um, we started messing around that night at a party the guys threw and have pretty much been messing around since."

Burt sighed and then asked. "Before you continue, are you and Felix one hundred percent done?"

Kurt nodded. "I really think so, dad."

"I don't need you to just 'think so', Kurt. I need you to be sure."

Kurt stopped pacing and thought about Blaine as he nodded. "I'm sure."

"Ok."

He ran a hand through his hair. "Anyway, this guy and I, we not only mess around but we started to hang out too. Really get to know one another, you know? I mean, we don't know each other that well but the chemistry is there and we can talk about anything pretty much. He wants to know more about me and I find myself wanting to know everything about him. It's scary."

"Why is it scary, Kurt?"

"Well," Kurt made an obvious face as if the man could see him. "First off, he lives here in Florida and I cannot afford to start liking him. Not only liking him, but falling for him."

"Why not?"

Kurt stopped walking again. "Well isn't it obvious? He lives in Florida and I live in New York! Why would I want to fall for that guy of all the guys I could fall for?"

"Because sometimes you have to fight for the person that was made for you."

"And who's to say this guy was made for me dad?"

Burt's smile could be heard as he replied. "It's my turn to ask you a few questions."

Kurt leant against the wall and nodded. "Fine."

"Alright. How many guys have you ever spoken to me about? What was it? Justin Timberlake and now this one, right?"

Kurt smiled and shook his head. "I've talked to you about Felix…"

"About how he wanted to meet me if I'm not mistaken. Not that you wanted me to meet him, but he wanted to meet me. You also let me know that you felt that you were too young to be tied down and that he was looking for a commitment. Remember that? Right before you two broke up?"

Kurt hadn't answered him. His mind was still stuck on the fact that his dad paid this close attention to the things he told him. Not that it should be a surprise, but he usually thought everything he told Burt about boys went in one ear and out of the other.

"And now you're telling me that this new kid that you just started to mess around with—something I want to lecture you about but we've already been there when you were a teenager and I trust you listened…" he trailed off and Kurt listened closely, "You and him… or at least you for certain,are starting to feel a little more than you bargained for. You're calling me at 5 am to tell me that you are afraid that you're starting to fall for him because things are less than ideal between the two of you. Forgive me if I'm enjoying this too much, Mr. I Don't Want to Be Tied Down Because I'm Only 21. I'm not stupid, kiddo."

"I know you aren't."

Kurt took a deep breath. He shook his head and Burt resumed.

"I'm going to take a wild guess."

Kurt smiled. "You already know who it is."

"Mhm," Burt sounded proud of himself. "So Blaine feels the same way for you?"

"Well we basically just met and jumped into everything, I won't lie about that. But I want to tell you why that happened."

Burt hummed.

Kurt started to pace again. "You won't want to hear this but we're both… playboys. I think that's a majority of my concern. It's half that and half the fact that we have distance to work through. But all in all, we did act instinctively and jump in bed first. Then we realized… maybe I should speak for myself… I realized that I was attracted to him not only physically but, I adore his personality. I love the relationship we can have outside of everything else. It's so easy to talk to him and it feels like we've been friends for a really long time."

Once again, Kurt's father had taken the 'remain quiet' route.

"And even when he and I fight about something, which believe it or not has happened—"

"Oh, that's not hard to believe," Burt cut him off. "Part of the realization that you actually want to be with someone comes after the first make up, I think. At least it did for me."

It was now Kurt's turn to remain quiet. He looked down at the slippers his feet were in as his father continued.

"At first, everything is great, right? You're happy and he's happy. It's a walk in the park. But then something happens and the two of you pretty much hate one another. You're doing stupid things to tick the other off even more because pushing them away would be a lot easier than facing your problems. God forbid the grown up thing is done, right?"

Kurt nodded, still quiet.

"But along the way you realize that fighting and purposely ticking that person off sucks. You see them smile and you remember how amazing it felt when you were the cause of that. Maybe they say your name and you remember how great it is hearing it come from their lips. Suddenly the fighting is really, incredibly, extremely stupid and you just want things to go back to normal; back to when you and him were a team and when you were both happy."

"Can I say something?"

Burt stopped talking and then there was a confident "Sure," that came through the line. Kurt cleared his throat.

"I just want to say that I called you hoping you'd tell me that I was foolish for wanting the things that I want."

Burt laughed. "Is that so? I'm just the bearer of bad news in your eyes? I figured you called your old man because you wanted someone who would be honest with you…"

Kurt shook his head no and leant against the door. "I don't know what I'm doing, dad. It sucks. You know… he's amazing. He's best friends with Finn who loves the idea of us together. He's got a great head on his shoulders. He knows what he wants from life and a career and he even is into the things I'm into."

"And the only problem is the distance?"

"That's not the only problem, dad."

"So distance and what else? Is it the commitment thing?"

Kurt rubbed at the nape of his neck. "I've been thinking. He and I could decide that we'd love to try being together. It could work too. Maybe over the summer he'd come to NYC with Finn and we could all spend our time together. And then comes August when he goes back to Florida and I go back to being busy in my senior year of NYADA and then what happens? I'm shit out of luck because I'm in love with a boy who's going to leave and who knows what else will happen."

"There's not much to talk about Kurt. You already know what the options are."

Kurt closed his eyes to fight the tears threatening to fall and he even got mad at himself for starting to cry in the first place. Why was he even crying? He didn't want to cry over boys and he didn't want to be in situations like these. He hated being afraid.

"Obviously, you can either – I just burnt my tongue on the coffee I'm drinking. It's much too early to be trying to think straight so if something I say doesn't make sense, let me know."

Kurt forced a smile and nodded. "Ok."

"You can either tell yourself and Anderson no, and that you two aren't going to work out because you're too afraid to actually try and prove yourself wrong. You can then go the rest of your life sleeping with random guys and trying to make it work with a couple of them because you're secretly looking for what you have with this kid but you'll never find it—"

"How do you know that?"

"Or," Burt continued, obviously not a fan of being interrupted. "You can actually try and make it work with a guy who you seem to like, who also seems to like you, and who your family thinks is a decent kid. You can deny yourself the minute pleasure you get from messing around with other guys and actually fight for the relationship you two could have. You can spend your life with him knowing that you two could face just about anything because you faced almost a year apart but stayed strong for one another's sake—"

"Again," Kurt cut him off. "How do you know that? Tell me how you know we won't fail at this?"

"I don't know Kurt. Nobody knows that they won't be entirely successful. Even the most arrogant of people have a hint of doubt in their mind, regardless of what they say. But when you find someone who makes you question everything you believe in and even think about changing your ways… when you have to call your father at 5 in the morning because you're thinking about doing something as crazy as spending your life with this guy, then maybe you need to be a grown up and take that leap of faith, Kurt. The worst that can happen is a broken heart."

"The worst that can happen is a broken heart and ruined friendships. I can't be responsible for something happening between Finn and Blaine."

Burt hummed. "You have a point there. But at the end of the day, nothing I say or don't say will change the fact that the decision is yours and Blaine's. It isn't Finn's, or Blaine's family's, or anyone else's. I've told you how I felt," Burt stopped and sipped on his coffee, and Kurt let go of a long breath. "Either you're willing to take a chance for someone who obviously means something to you, or you don't. Maybe if your gut is telling you not to, you'll follow that. Whatever you decide, make sure that you're happy. And never let fear paralyze you or shape the rest of your life, Kurt."

Kurt nodded though his head was spinning. "Yeah."

"Now go back to sleep. And maybe don't have sex with the guy until you know what's going on in your head? Part of me wants to beat his ass but then I remember you're all adults. I'll just stay out of this one."

The junior laughed. "I appreciate that, dad."

"Goodnight—"

"I love you. I don't want you to ever forget that."

Burt was quiet for a moment but Kurt could hear his dad chuckle a little. "If you two do decide to see each other this summer, I think you should visit your old man here in Ohio. I could use another chat with Anderson."

Kurt laughed and nodded. "Goodnight… well good morning, dad."

"I love you son."

They hung up and Kurt shook his head at the entirety of the conversation. He wasn't expecting his dad to be as Team Blaine as he was but at the same time, he should've known that his father would try and talk some sense into his head. Everyone had been trying to do that for the past week. And maybe it wasn't that he was Team Blaine, but that he was on board with his son being happy and changing his ways.

One thing was for sure: another chat with Blaine was definitely on the agenda.

What Kurt wasn't expecting to hear when he entered the hotel room was Blaine's voice. He was certain that it this hour, he'd still be fast asleep, especially since they did have a couple rounds last night. It had been a long day entirely.

But there it was, as dreamy as always, Blaine's voice.

And he seemed to be in conversation with someone as well.

Kurt hated to eavesdrop, but he couldn't help it. Not when the words that left his mouth had left his mouth.

"I dreamt that he and I were… well there was a ring on my finger. Left hand ring finger… he'd obviously proposed. And I was the happiest man on earth. I know for certain we lived in New York but I had a place in Pennsylvania… I played for the Steelers. And he was visiting… I remember the dream as clear as day."

Kurt stopped and caught his breath.

"I don't know… he wasn't in bed when I woke up but, I'm just going crazy. I can't tell him because he gets freaked out about a… an 'us'… I mean he isn't totally against the idea but realistically speaking it would be hard and that's what's turning him off."

Blaine turned the lamp on and pulled on his boxers. Kurt wasn't sure with whom Blaine was having the phone conversation but he assumed it was someone he was close to. Maybe not his dad, but someone as close as family. He stayed out of sight and continued to listen.

"No. I can't do that… I am listening to you, bro, it's just that Kurt leaves tomorrow and I cannot jeopardize our time together—" he went quiet and Kurt thought he could hear some more shifting. He decided that this invasion of privacy wasn't cool and that if Blaine was snooping on his conversation with his father, he'd no doubt get upset with him. So, he walked back towards the door.

….

"You know that I love you, Squirt. I love you so much that I answered your call at this time of the morning so that you could tell me that you're falling for a guy you're banging—"

"We aren't only banging, Cooper. It's hard to explain—"

"No, I understand little brother, trust me. I'm not judging you at all, okay?"

Blaine sighed. "He's… I can't stop thinking about him and I really don't want to. What am I going to do?"

He pulled his pajama pants up and sighed as Cooper hummed a bit in response.

"The first step would be to tell him, maybe? I'm not very experienced in this area, Blainers. My playboy days ended in high school when I met your sister-in-law and you know—"

Slam.

Blaine turned back and saw Kurt walking into the room. He cleared his throat and interrupted his brother, "I'll call you later? Kurt's here."

Kurt untied the belt around his bathrobe and gave Blaine a small smile. It was returned as the elder hung up his cell phone and sat back on the bed.

"Where'd you run off to?"

Kurt approached the bed and took a quick breath, placing his phone back on the charger. "I um, well I wanted to return my dad's call… I was up and all."

Blaine licked his lips, holding his arms out. "Come here, baby."

Taking a deeper breath this time, Kurt slowly crawled onto the bed and hesitantly lay next to Blaine, allowing the man to wrap him in his arms. He equally hated and loved how perfect it felt when Blaine held him like this.

"You know you could've woken me up if you needed to talk, right? I wouldn't mind."

Kurt nodded against the man's chest. "I know, and I adore that about you. But I don't know if this conversation would've been something to come to you with, you know? It was… I won't say personal because I think I can come to you with personal things but… I just really needed to talk to my dad."

Blaine reached over and turned the lamp off before running his fingers through Kurt's hair. "Did the chat help? With Mr. Hummel."

Kurt nodded as he tried to ignore the fact that Blaine had a dream similar to his. He kissed the man's chest and looked up, smiling softly when their eyes met. "I'm sorry that I wasn't here when you woke up. You were on the phone too… is everything ok?"

Blaine nodded quickly, hoping that the beautiful man wouldn't have the opportunity to worry. "Everything is ok… I just woke up from a really crazy dream and I needed to wrap my head around it, I guess."

Kurt licked his lips, resting his chin on Blaine's warm skin before moving up his body so that they were eye level. He could feel the running back's heart beating against his hand as he started to stroke his chest. "Anything you want to talk about?"

"Well," Blaine smiled; his hand sliding down to Kurt's waist. "I had a dream about us, maybe a couple years after we graduated college. It was…" as he trailed off, he could feel Kurt watching him. "I don't know. Perfect."

Kurt listened and swallowed hard. "C-Can you tell me what it was like?"

Blaine nodded. "Yeah. Don't get mad at me, ok? I don't want you to think I'm trying to force you to be with me after you leave or anything."

Kurt forced a smile and nodded. "I know that you wouldn't."

After a moment of staring in each other's eyes, Blaine began to answer. "We were together and happy…engaged…" he shook his head and rolled on top of Kurt as the man tried not to show any emotion. "I woke up right after you told me you loved me and I had this ridiculously cheesy smile on my face. You weren't here, though, and that made me a little sad."

Kurt didn't reply.

"I called my brother because it was a little weird, you know? That I'd dream about us being happily ever after, I guess?"

"Why is it weird?" Kurt asked. His voice never trembled, though he felt like it should've.

"Well," Blaine licked his lips before kissing Kurt's softly. "Let's be real here. I'm going to keep this conversation completely honest and genuine. We both deserve that much."

The blue eyed man nodded at him.

"This week has had its share of ups and downs. That's for sure. We've done everything from had drunk sex, to sober sex, to kinky sex, to strip teases, to waking up in the middle of the night for sex—"

"Lots of sex," Kurt said with a laugh. "There was a lot of sex, I get it."

Blaine smiled as he was kissed. "There was. But then there was also times where we had our disagreements, and times where we spent time together just talking or enjoying each other's company. You were my date to a random wedding and I loved the way we danced. We sang. We've stayed up watching movies or watching musicals and when I first saw you at the parking lot… when we spoke for the first time, I didn't think I'd be lying next to you all these days later reminiscing about how fucking incredible it is when we spend time together, like this… you know?"

Kurt nodded.

"I never thought I'd be waking up because I dreamt about us having a future together. I wasn't entirely sure I wanted a future with anyone, Kurt. But here we are and you're just… everything, darling. Despite the fact that I'm going to have to say goodbye to you tomorrow, I couldn't be more grateful to have you in my life, no matter how large or how small your role is."

"If I leave tomorrow and that's it? If I leave and find someone new back home, and we go on to be together and happy?"

Blaine looked away for a minute and rolled back over to his side of the bed. The room was quiet for a while.

"What if I leave and then you find the one that is really meant for you?"

"I'm not sure what to say to that, really," Blaine felt Kurt's fingers curling with his and let the man take his hand. "I mean, if you were happy then I could get over it. Eventually, right?"

Kurt didn't answer.

"And if I met someone then, cool. Life is full of what ifs, though. And I don't know if I want to waste my time wondering about them. I'd rather live my life—"

"I dreamt about you too, Blaine."

Blaine turned to his left and saw Kurt staring up at the ceiling.

"About the both of us. And that's why I went to call my dad. Well, I tried to call my friends first but they were asleep and they probably wouldn't have helped much."

"What was your dream like?" Blaine asked softly. His hand tightened around Kurt's.

"We were in NYC and I remember saying that we were finally together. No more having to be apart. We talked about adoption and children in general and it was pretty disgusting how cute it was," Kurt joked. Blaine laughed; still looking at the side of the man's profile. "But I know for sure that I was genuinely happy. I just felt so loved. We were planning out lives together and… it just felt so right."

"How freaky is it that we'd both dream about forever?"

"Really freaky."

Blaine turned away from him and took a deep breath. "I won't manipulate you and make you feel as if a dream means that we absolutely have to try being together, because that wouldn't be right."

Kurt turned this time. "You don't think that's what it means?"

He shrugged. "It could mean anything. We went to sleep thinking about how happy we are together so our subconscious obviously played on that visual."

Kurt hummed.

"What did your dad tell you?"

"He thinks that I should give this a shot because you're the first guy I've ever talked to him about."

Blaine smiled and moved a bit closer. "What did you say?"

Kurt laughed at the man and nudged him away a bit. "Personal space, Anderson."

"Tell me," Blaine sat up now, excited. "I should probably be freaking out because I definitely spoke to him yesterday and told him that we were sleeping in separate beds and I answered your phone by accident, but I don't know. I'm on a high right now."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "That's going to come back to bite you in the ass if we do end up dating."

"It'd be worth it if we ended up together so I don't care." Blaine looked at the New Yorker as he started to take off the bathrobe. "Now tell me… I won't interrupt you again."

Kurt nodded this time, though he doubted that was likely. "So I told him that I was falling for you and that we started off messing around—"

"Kurt! Why would you tell him that—"

"What happened to no more interruptions?" Kurt smirked. "And don't worry, he didn't freak. We're grownups, ok?"

Blaine mumbled. "You're still his son."

"Anyway," the man slid beneath the sheets and Blaine followed his lead, "I said that my feelings were… new, and that I wasn't exactly used to feeling this way. I was hoping he'd talk me out of it to be honest with you. I don't want either of us to end up hurting."

Blaine nodded. "I can understand that. Did he?"

Kurt shook his head no as Blaine moved in closer. "He didn't. He said that the fact that you're making me want to change my attitude about relationships is something to think about. Anyone that makes me want to grow up and maybe… settle down… especially if he's someone that being with would be hard…"

"That it'd be something to think about?" Blaine finished after Kurt trailed off. His friend nodded.

"Yeah. He also said to stop having sex with you until we know what we're doing."

Blaine smiled, laying his head on the pillow. "That would be smart but I don't know if I could do that…"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Typical Blaine Anderson."

"I would hold out in a heartbeat for you, though. If you asked it of me I would."

Kurt closed his eyes and Blaine's lips touched his cheek a few seconds after.

"I would," he repeated. "I know it isn't easy to hear but you're important to me and I know that I would do it for you. And even though you aren't entirely sure, you'd do it for me."

Kurt nodded, trying not to get emotional. "I would."

Blaine trailed his hands down Kurt's side again. "Well if you want to sleep on it some more, we can. And I swear I won't make you talk about it until you're ready. I know what we agreed upon coming into this and even though we'd be the hottest couple on earth, I won't force anything."

Kurt laughed, opening his eyes and stealing another kiss. "Go back to sleep. And try not to dream about me, huh handsome?"

Blaine deepened the kiss before Kurt pulled back and he nodded. "I won't make any promises."

Kurt hid his smile in Blaine's chest as the man wrapped his arms around him. It was only a few minutes later that he fell asleep, despite the hundred and one kisses his friend was placing all over him.

….

"I don't think I want to wait for Kurt and Blaine before leaving for the beach. I mean think about it… they probably will get distracted doing whatever it is they do and we won't get there until late. It is a drive to Miami, after all. I'll miss all of the hot chicks that are there at this time of day because they'll have left for a party at a club and then—"

Ring. Ring.

Puck looked over at Finn as he stopped talking to reach for his phone. "It's still kinda early, man. They probably had a long night. Is that them?"

Finn's face froze as he looked at the phone. Puck raised an eyebrow.

"Dude?"

"I'm going to take this in the other room…" Finn got up from Thomas' bed and quickly left. Puck made a weird face as he wondered if everything was okay before deciding that he was too lazy to go and find out.

"Hello?"

Finn opened the door to the second floor bathroom and closed it behind him. He waited for a reply that finally came after a quick breath and a shaky laugh.

"Hi Finn. I…I don't mean to disturb you during your break. You're probably busy having fun and all."

Finn closed his eyes at the sound of the voice. "No, it's fine. I'm just hanging out with Puck and we're… you know. Being us," he finished lamely with a laugh.

"Oh? Tell him I said hello then," Rachel spoke quickly before clearing her throat. "Like I said, I don't want to hold you long. I was just wondering if you heard from Kurt? He called me around 5 in the morning and I don't remember if we actually spoke at all, I was so tired. I've been trying to call him back and make sure everything was ok but I haven't gotten an answer."

Finn checked the time on his watch. "Well he's with Blaine so, you know. Blaine's my friend and they're really into each other—"

"That doesn't bother you? I mean didn't he come to Florida to see you after all?"

Finn thought for a moment. "I miss you, Rachel."

She responded almost immediately. "I miss you too, Finn. So much… I—"

"And I wouldn't say it bothers me that he and Blaine are hitting it off. I'm happy for the both of them. They seem happy."

Rachel hummed. "I'm happy to hear that. I hope it works out."

Finn smiled, walking over to the mirror. "Yeah. He and I will be in New York pretty soon for our friend's birthday weekend and you can meet him. Blaine's a really good guy. Flawed and all like the rest of us but he cares about Kurt and if he was anything less than a decent guy, I guarantee you I wouldn't let him near my brother. Hell, Kurt wouldn't let him near him—"

"I just want you to know I met someone."

Finn stopped talking midsentence at the interruption. He felt his heart drop as Rachel remained quiet as well, and he assumed she was waiting for him to say something. Only he couldn't find the words at all.

"I'm sorry. I thought I should let you know before you came here and… I don't know… expected something more than what would happen—"

"Why'd you tell me you missed me?" Finn sounded hurt but tried his best to mask his voice. "You don't have to lie—"

"I miss you. I miss you every day, you have to know that. But we both made the decision to split and it's not fair that I be all alone here while you date girls and have your fun, is it? I am friends with you on Facebook. I see what's going on."

"Nothing is going on, Rachel. You're always going to be the girl I love and you know that."

Rachel was silent.

"I gotta go—"

"Don't… Do not hang up with me on a sour note, please Finn. I was only telling you about Brody and I because I didn't want you to come here and expect… I don't know."

Brody. Finn rolled his eyes. "Expect us to have a chance?"

"We hardly talk! If I hadn't called you today, we'd still be somewhat communicating through your stepbrother and you know that."

"Did you really call to ask me about Kurt or did you want to tell me you were seeing someone new?"

Rachel scoffed. "Finn. Don't be like this."

"I'm not being like anything, Rachel. I'm a bit upset but I'll get over it. I promise."

The girl said another apology. "I… I'll try to get in contact with him one more time but just let me know if you hear anything, okay? Please?"

Finn nodded, looking away from the mirror. "Alright. Don't worry though; I'm sure he's fine."

"Goodbye, Finn."

The man shook his head and hung up the phone. He left the bathroom and a freshman waiting outside rushed in afterwards, still doing the pee-pee dance. Finn thought about it as he walked back to his friend's room. As bad as it sucked, his ex did have a point. He'd been living his life since the two separated and while he still thought about Rachel more than he cared to admit, it wasn't fair to her that he got upset when she moved on too.

"What the hell was that about, man? Was it Kurt?"

Finn shook his head no to Puck as he dialed his brother's phone number. "It was Rachel."

Puck smiled. "Ooooh?"

Finn sat back on Tommy's bed, ignoring his friend. "Don't get too excited," he put the phone to his ear as it rang.

….

Kurt's ankles rested on Blaine's shoulders as the man cried out. Loudly.

Ok, so they were supposed to try and go the rest of the time without having sex. And they had pretty much agreed to try going without having sex at least.

They didn't actually succeed though.

Blaine held Kurt by the thighs as he moved in deeper. One too many times had his eyes met Kurt's as they were fucking—Kurt flat on the table's surface and Blaine standing between his legs, switching between moving at a slow pace and then a quicker one where Kurt shouted his name.

There was one too many times where their eyes found each other's and they didn't seem intent on looking away. Blaine kept moving and eventually, Kurt's eyes rolled back, the man reaching for anything he could possibly grab hold to as he was fucked like it was Blaine's job.

"Your phone is r-ringing again," Blaine said, biting his lip afterwards and slowing down again.

Kurt shook his head no, trying to find the words to speak. The only problem was he couldn't focus on mere words right now. Right now, he could only think about how good it would feel if Blaine could do this to him every fucking night.

And every fucking morning.

Every fucking afternoon.

Forever.

"I guess that means you don't want to answer it," Blaine pushed Kurt's legs back and watched as the man took his cock. "This is beautiful, baby. So beautiful."

"B-Blaine…" Kurt gripped the edge of the table. "Shit… you're gonna make me cum…"

Blaine heard his phone ringing across the room now but made no effort to stop what he was doing. "We have to checkout by 12 so you really should cum for me, Kurt. We have plans—"

"Fuck our plans," Kurt moaned; eyes meeting Blaine's again and staying there. "Fuck me, Blaine Anderson."

"Damn," Blaine licked his lips as he moved forward as deep as he could, "You're really gonna make me transfer universities aren't you?"

Kurt laughed before it turned into a drawn out song of Blaine's name.

"I know it's funny but," Blaine closed his eyes and his nails scratched down Kurt's thighs, "I would do it in a heartbeat."

"Because the sex is good?" Kurt bit his lip, watching Blaine's face as it contorted.

"The sex is better than good, Kurt," Blaine started to speed up once more and smiled as Kurt's eyes rolled back. "I'd do it because I want to be with you."

"Shit, shit… shit!" Kurt gasped and leant up on his elbows, watching Blaine screw him. "Baby please…"

The phone went off again and Blaine sighed, pulling out. "It's probably important—"

"If you don't get over here and fuck me like our lives depend on it—"

Blaine smiled and fixed the condom before going over to his phone. "What're you gonna do?"

Kurt watched him walk away and licked his lips. "I'll finish without you… I swear I will," he wrapped his hand around his leaking cock and Blaine looked back, eyes darkening.

"Don't do that, beautiful. You know I'll take care of you…"

"Then come over here and fuck me, Blaine Anderson."

Blaine smiled and looked at his ringing phone. He shook his head and turned back to Kurt, walking over and he licked his lips. "Bend over the table, Kurt Hummel."

….

"Neither of them are answering."

"They're obviously busy," Thomas' girlfriend told Finn. "Didn't Blaine say they'd meet us there? Don't worry… let's just head out now."

"But what if something is wrong? Rachel made me worry…"

Puck shook his head. "Dude, I'm sure they're ok. Ok? Let's get going."

Tommy shrugged as Finn looked at him. "I'm pretty sure we have nothing to worry about, man. Kurt would've called you earlier. Rachel is all the way in NYC, what could she do?"

"Exactly," Puck chimed in. "Don't stress it. Now," he grabbed his flip flops and smiled, "I would like to meet half naked women in Miami and you're kind of preventing that, Finnigan…"

Finn sighed and stood up. Hopefully his friends were right and he wouldn't be in Miami when he got a call saying otherwise.

….

"Ah… baby," Kurt licked his lips as he came into Blaine's fist; his body still shaking as he bent over the table, his face sweaty on the hard surface. "That was incredible."

Blaine gasped as he started to move slower, his orgasm causing his entire body to stiffen. "It… yeah… it was fantastic."

Kurt smiled to himself as he felt Blaine continue to move, slower and slower until not at all. After a minute or so, he pulled out, saying something to himself as he took off the condom.

"I wish we didn't have to move."

Blaine ran a hand through his hair and agreed. "It's late. They're going to charge my card."

Kurt lifted his head and looked around the hotel suite. "I'm sorry… you know you can't start kissing my neck and expect me not to want you to fuck me over a table, right?"

Blaine smiled and started to walk away. "I'm not blaming you at all. Let's get in the shower and take our rental tuxes back so we can get out of here."

Kurt winced as he stood up and started to walk towards their things. "So tell me what there is to do in Miami? I don't want to just lay on the beach and burn."

Blaine smiled. "I'm going to give you one of those sun screen sensual body rubs, I promise."

Kurt grinned and grabbed a towel. "I'll repay the favor."

"And," Blaine checked his phone and noticed Finn and Thomas had been calling him nonstop, as well as a call from his father. "We can ride with dolphins and I intend to beat you in beach football since you cheated when we went to the lake…"

"You just suck," Kurt stated obviously. "But I'll give you a rematch, I guess."

"And you can kiss me, and we can share ice cream and talk about our feelings."

"I love that idea," Kurt giggled as Blaine wrapped his arms around him. "You're such a 17 year old girl. I'm not sure if that's a compliment so don't smile too hard."

"Mm," Blaine kissed his neck, "just go start the shower and I'll meet you after I call these dummies back. How's that sound?"

Kurt turned around in his arms and grinned. "Sounds like a plan, Blaine. Don't keep me waiting."

"Never," they shared a quick kiss before Kurt was pulling away. Blaine bit his lip and shook his head at the teasing smile on his friend's lips before he disappeared into the bathroom.

There was the happiness that came from spending time with family, and being a part of a fraternity with guys you were best friends with. There was the happiness that came with scoring a game winning touchdown. There was the happiness that came from writing a new song to perform with your band and seeing people love it.

Then there was the happiness that came from being with Kurt Hummel. That happiness was unmatched.

….

Blaine Anderson learned a lot about Kurt Hummel during their drive down to Miami. One could learn a lot about someone over the course of a 4 hour drive.

The first thing Blaine learned was Kurt did not enjoy spending over an hour in the car.

He got restless pretty fast and did his share of complaining. There was also mention of road head that never came because Kurt was a huge fucking tease- some things never changed- but all in all, the ride was entertaining to say the least.

When they were about a third of the way into the drive, Kurt started opening up about his time in high school. He told Blaine about the crushes on straight boys, and the bullying, and how he wasn't looking forward to coming out of the closet because he thought his dad would be disappointed. He told Blaine all about his mother, and how he loved Glee club, and about his first boyfriend. He even opened up about his first time with said boyfriend and how the relationship really shaped who he was today.

Blaine found himself talking too, even though it was something he normally didn't do. Well, he normally didn't kiss boys or find himself dreaming about a future with them either, so it was safe to say his relationship with Kurt was one of firsts in its own.

"So I want you to tell me about what happened with James."

Blaine smiled as they drove on the freeway. "You love bringing this guy up…"

"It's because," Kurt reapplied his lip balm as Blaine rubbed along the man's thigh. "I know that after I leave, he's going to be the one that I worry about the most. A blind man could see how he feels about you even if you don't feel the same, babe."

Blaine shrugged. "He doesn't matter."

Kurt turned his head and faced Blaine. "Tell me what happened with you two. I gather that you used to like him?"

Blaine sighed when he realized they were getting into this story. "Alright. Well, you know how it is. A hot, smart, older guy who it turns out has parents who know my parents. It seemed like a good idea at first. I entertained the idea of a relationship with him…"

"Only he wasn't interested?" Kurt questioned curiously.

Blaine nodded. "He wasn't interested in ways that I was. I'd go to parties and would see him with other guys… and I think he liked the attention I'd give him, you know? The crazy young 'kid' as they'd call me, pursuing him. Pretty soon it went from me trying to prove that I'd be a good boyfriend, which he wasn't trying to hear by the way, to me trying to prove that I could screw him better than the older guys he was into just so he'd give me a chance."

Kurt started to play with Blaine's fingers as the hand moved along his thigh. "So that's how the whole friends with benefits thing started? Because you were trying to prove yourself to him?"

Blaine hummed acknowledgement. "We were never exclusive with our messing around like you and I. He still met up with other guys and even dated. So, I decided that I'd do the same. And my celebrity around U of F flourished. I started to get more time on the field for the football team and we started winning. I joined the fraternity. He graduated while I was finishing sophomore year, but started going for his Masters here too." Blaine drove to the exit and took Kurt's hand in his. "That's when he started wanting more… getting clingier and saying our parents would love the idea of us together. I don't know if it's because he's hitting his mid-twenties and his parents are annoying him, or if it's because I decided I was going to focus on Blaine and live my life."

Kurt rested his head back and smiled. "If he's smart, it's because he knows you're a great catch. I mean besides your fancy car and your fancy football skills, you're an amazing guy. Sweet, handsome, loyal…"

"I'm ok, Kurt. I'm sure there are better guys out there for you—"

"Better by what measures?" Kurt questioned.

Blaine glanced over at him. "Well… you know. Someone who hasn't slept around or who doesn't live far and doesn't travel all the time… someone who'd have the time to be next to you—"

"You may not have the cleanest past, but neither do I. And maybe you'll be on the road a lot, but that means it'll be that much more worth it when you get home."

"So are we planning our future?" Blaine asked with a sarcastic smile. Kurt smirked and closed his eyes.

"You wish."

"I do."

"If we continue to be friends when I leave, I should probably tell my ex about you."

Blaine licked his lips as they approached Miami. The skyline was beautiful and he could hear Kurt gasp as he noticed it. "You could always let me speak to him…"

"No," Kurt smiled as he observed the city. "Not happening. It's beautiful here…"

"Tell me about how you met him."

Kurt bit his lip. "I approached him at my friend's show. Santana… she did a performance at a lounge one night and I went."

"The Latina?" Blaine asked as he continued to drive.

Kurt told him yes. "She's an amazing vocalist and has her own set. I should take you to a show when you come for Tommy's birthday."

Blaine nodded. "So you went up to him…"

"Yeah… he was unlike anything I'd ever seen. Green eyes, brilliant smile, tall and tan—Felix commanded the room without even trying. I thought he was gorgeous."

Blaine felt a pang of jealousy and tried not to react. "He sounds pretty amazing. So where did it go wrong?"

"I don't know if it ever went right, baby. Like, you and I may have started off backwards, but no matter how we began our journey I'm pretty sure we'd always feels the way we do now." Kurt smiled when he saw a sign for Miami Beach. "With Felix, I always wanted us to be able to work but it just never did. We were together for a good amount of time, too. It's not like I didn't give it time. But eventually the only thing that worked was sex. For me, at least."

"Because he's in love," Blaine finished for him.

Kurt nodded. "He's in love and wants to…"

"Build a future with you."

Kurt nodded after Blaine completed his thought once again.

Blaine smoothed back his gelled hair. "I can't blame him, Kurt."

"You're beautiful," Kurt said absently. "Now let's focus on enjoying the beach. And don't forget you promised to rub me down with sunscreen."

Blaine bit his lip. "Damn right I did."

….

The first hour went by much too fast.

Right as they started making out on their beach towel—after Blaine had taken his time putting suntan lotion all over Kurt, Finn had come over with his pouty face. Blaine knew that to be the Rachel pout specifically, so the good Lord only knew how long this would take.

Blaine spent his time playing around with the guys in his frat. Oh, and Puckerman.

And Puckerman always tended to tackle him a bit too hard.

He caught the ball and started to run against the sand, ignoring the girls who clapped loudly and cheered him on, not at all knowing they were really wasting their time.

"What can you tell me about this Brody guy anyway?"

Kurt shrugged as he took a sip of his strawberry daiquiri. "I only met him once and he seemed to be an ok guy, Finn. But he doesn't matter. We both know that. So how about you quit wasting your time moping around and get out there and enjoy yourself? Rachel is in love with you and that's never going to change."

"What if she moves on, Kurt? What if this guy helps her realize that I was just her high school boyfriend and he's an awesome New York guy who can give her what I can't?"

Kurt looked across the beach and saw Blaine zip past most of his frat brothers and some other random guys there were playing with, scoring a touchdown. He smiled. "What is it that you can't give her?"

Finn sighed and rubbed his face. "I can't give her my time right now. I can't take her out, or kiss her every night. I can't hug her or be there for her when she needs me to maybe pick her up because it's raining and she doesn't feel like taking the stupid subway. I can't take her on a date just because… I can't come home to her every night or even help her study for a final, or make it to all of her shows… there's so much I'm missing out on and there's even more that Brody can do just because he's sharing her air! I feel so helpless and I know that we may be in love, but what if love isn't enough, Kurt? Do you know how many couples who are in love end up failing?"

Kurt turned to face his brother as he took in everything he said.

"I don't even want to go to New York now. I don't want to go there and see her with someone else. I don't care how stupid that makes me sound. I know that I hook up with girls but… it means nothing. She's with someone."

Kurt remained quiet as he faced forward. His eyes followed Blaine across the beach and he immediately felt his heart start to sink. Earlier in the car, he tried convincing Blaine that they'd be fine while they were apart, but now Finn had pretty much echoed what Blaine said and made it a million times scarier. Now, Kurt didn't feel bad for only himself, he felt like asking Blaine to be his boyfriend would be selfish of him. He'd be robbing Blaine of the chance to have someone who could do everything Finn had listed and more. It wasn't fair of him.

"Why are you so quiet?"

Kurt looked up and shook his head. "I'm sorry. I was just thinking about everything you said."

His brother sighed and flapped his arms almost comically. Kurt put a hand on his back.

"There's only a year left, right?"

Finn smiled sadly and looked off. "I know I'm being a Debbie Downer but, so much can go wrong in a year." He stood up and his head hit the umbrella they were standing underneath. "Ouch."

Kurt took another sip of his drink before sitting back. He couldn't help but consider what was said. Suddenly, his fears were coming back into play. It wasn't that he didn't think Blaine was worth the try, and he didn't question whether or not Blaine would put up the effort, but why even waste their time?

His eyes found Blaine on the sand and he took a deep breath. Maybe he should call his father for another pep talk because he was sure he needed it.

….

"Finn! Get your ass over here, we need a better quarterback," Puck shoved Thomas and Blaine smirked as he tossed the football over. His team was kicking their ass and if they had a chance at all, it'd be because Finn was playing.

"You ok?" Tommy asked the taller man. Finn nodded.

"I'll be fine. Just help me to take my mind off of… her…"

A girl walking by smiled. "I'd love to."

Finn turned to her and forced a smile as Blaine shook his head.

"C'mon Hudson. Let's focus on the game, shall we?"

"You're going down," Puck smirked at Blaine as his team set up. Blaine rolled his eyes and got into a defensive position after he winked at Kurt. The man seemed a little tense but waved back.

"That's your boyfriend?" one of Blaine's random teammates asked. The guy mentioned being on spring break from school in North Carolina and it was very clear that he was gay if his wandering eyes were any indication.

Blaine nodded. "You could say that."

Finn tossed the ball to one of the seniors in their fraternity who was quickly tackled. Blaine stopped running as the guy caught up with him.

"He's hot and all, but I feel like I should give you my number. As a just in case…"

Puck looked up when he caught wind of the conversation. Blaine shook his head no.

"I'm good. We're both good. Thank you for the offer though…"

The guy, Martin, smiled. "You sure?" he bit his lip as his eyes scanned over Blaine's chest and down a bit lower. Blaine nodded.

"I'm sure."

Martin went back to focusing on the game and Blaine shook his head, trying to pay attention as well. He backpedaled in the sand and tried to intercept the ball, but one of the guys pushed him before he could.

Blaine winced as he sat up on the sand and Puck laughed loudly.

"Stick to running, short man."

"Let me help you," Martin held a hand out and Blaine spit sand from his mouth as he took it. What he wasn't expecting was for the blonde to start brushing sand from his arms and back, but once he noticed, he quickly stepped back.

"I can handle it myself, man. Thank you."

Martin shrugged. "Just trying to help."

When Blaine cleaned himself off, he turned and noticed that Kurt was watching the entire thing. He shook his head at the situation he'd so gracefully gotten himself into and started to walk off. "I'm subbing out, guys."

"Oh come on!" Finn shouted over the music that one of the beachgoers started to play, "It was a little push man!"

"Is he running off to his boyfriend?" Tommy sang, making his girlfriend roll her eyes.

Blaine ignored them as he walked over to Kurt. He continued to brush sand from himself and smiled when he finally reached their beach towel. "Hey."

"I see you took a nice spill over there…" Kurt finished his drink and moved over so that Blaine could sit beside him. "And that you made a friend?"

Blaine looked at him and smiled. "I don't know that guy but he's really… friendly."

Kurt nodded, feigning disinterest. "I noticed."

"So what are you reading? Why don't you come and play with us? I want an excuse for you to bend over in front of me…"

"Is that why you love this sport so much?" Kurt asked with a smirk.

Blaine only smiled. "Let's go play."

"No, I wouldn't want to get in between you and your friend…"

Blaine rolled his eyes. "I don't know that guy… he just comes on strong."

"That's what I'm going to have to deal with when I'm gone, you know. Knowing that guys are going to be all over you and—"

"Don't even finish that sentence."

Kurt looked up and found Blaine's eyes before returning them to his page. "They're going to be all over you, and when you say you have a boyfriend out of state, they'll tell you that they'll be able to give you things that I can't and you're going to miss having your cock sucked—"

"Fine," Blaine lay down on the beach towel and looked at the top of the umbrella. "Fine. If you don't want to be boyfriends when you leave, just say that. But I'd still like us to enjoy our time—"

"So you're fine with that? If I didn't want us to try when spring break is over you'd just be ok with it? No argument?"

Blaine smiled. "What the hell did you and Finn talk about that's causing you to give me the cold shoulder? Part of me wants to know and the other part of me wants to kiss you until you forget all about it."

Kurt put his book down and shook his head. "We talked about him and Rachel. Rachel is dating a new guy."

Blaine opened his eyes at the news and looked at Kurt. "Oh."

"And… I don't want to tell everything we spoke about but… it made me think about things. And then seeing him flirting with you, I'm sure he comes a dime a dozen. And they probably get hotter and hotter—"

"They're not you."

"So what?" Kurt shrugged. "I'm not saying I don't trust you but—"

"Then what are you saying?" Blaine asked quickly. Kurt sighed.

"Forget it."

"No." Blaine pulled Kurt down on top of him before rolling over so that the younger was underneath. "I'm not going to forget it. We're going to talk about it and we're going to make this right, because if you don't you won't make your flight. I'm not letting you anywhere near an airport until we fix whatever is bothering you."

Kurt took a deep breath as he looked into Blaine's eyes. "What if you realize that I'm not able to be what you need because I'm so far away? What if you need to be held or kissed, or you just want to go on a date but you can't because I live in fucking New York City? What if you meet someone who wants to give you all of that?"

Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes as he ran his fingers through the man's styled hair. "What if you realize the same about me?"

Kurt sighed. "I don't know, Blaine. I don't know."

Blaine nodded and sat up again.

"I really want to say that I'll be fine but—"

"But you don't know." Blaine finished for him. He smiled but Kurt could tell it was forced and more sad than anything. "I'm sorry…"

"Don't apologize, please," Kurt sat up too and quickly kissed Blaine's lips. "Please don't. You mean so much to me and I'm just… I hate failing and I hate being afraid."

Blaine sighed and cupped his face. "I don't want you to feel that way. I'm not asking anything of you, okay? This is… we're going to continue to talk this through until we know what we want, okay? But I care about you so much and I need you in my life in some aspect, so don't tune me out now. Not because of Finn and Rachel or that guy who doesn't understand the word 'no'."

Kurt smiled. "I'm sorry for… always being a pussy."

Blaine smirked. "You could never be a pussy and that's one of the things I adore about you, babe—ow!"

"Shut up," Kurt laughed as he nudged Blaine away. "And maybe kiss me…"

"Earn it."

Kurt rolled his eyes and pushed Blaine down, getting on top of him. "Don't make me knee your nuts in again…"

….

They found a seafood place to eat at around 7 that day. Their plans for the night included some crazy party and Blaine knew for sure that meant they'd be too wasted to drive back to campus that night. You know, as was originally planned.

Kurt laughed at something Thomas' girlfriend said as Blaine nibbled at his ear. Puck shook his head at the two of them. This was pretty much how the day had gone. Kurt and Blaine were just about all over each other and everyone was over it.

"You two gonna get a room or…?"

Blaine smirked as he looked at Wes. "Probably. I don't think we'll be going to any parties tonight. I was thinking a movie and then a hotel room…"

Finn smiled as Kurt turned to listen.

"It's cute that you tell everyone else our plans before you tell me."

"He's also told me that he thinks you two are going to get together for real for real," Wes winked at Kurt as Blaine rolled his eyes. The table laughed.

"That's the last time I tell you anything." He blushed as Kurt kissed his cheek.

"Enough about these lovebirds," Puck stole a crab leg from Finn's plate, "Are we going to go to Disneyworld before Kurt gets on his plane tomorrow?"

Blaine frowned. That would've been a lot of fun.

Finn scratched his jaw. "I don't think we'll have time. Unless he stays an extra day…"

"That would cost so much money, Finn." Kurt shook his head no. "There's no way."

Blaine pouted some more. "I could pay—"

"No," Kurt smiled and turned to face him. "Not happening. There will be a next time, right?"

Blaine smiled now.

"You both are disgusting," Thomas said as his girlfriend fed him. Blaine made a face.

The group finished eating before one of seniors got someone to take a group photo. Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt, a bright smile on both of their faces as Finn made bunny ears with his fingers behind their heads. Afterwards, Blaine took Kurt for a walk on the beach where they kissed before taking a picture of their own, just the two of them.

It was quickly made the lock screen for both of the men.

….

The movies turned out to be a lot of fun.

Like… a lot.

It was a cliché comedy flick, maybe, but Blaine got a hand job and a blow job. There were people around but he and Kurt were in the back row, so it was fine.

Besides that, the movie was actually enjoyable. The two shared a tub of popcorn, Sour Patch Kids, and diet coke. They held hands and laughed into kisses, and didn't talk about tomorrow at all.

Nope. Neither of the men was looking forward to that.

When the movie ended, Kurt thought about paying for them to see another, but Blaine told him he wasn't letting the man spend another dime. When Kurt brought up how much Blaine had been spending, he changed the conversation to something else.

They walked along the beach again. It was still as beautiful at night, seeing the city lit up, but thankfully it was a lot quieter. Kurt assumed that people were out clubbing, and it was fine by him. He wanted to spend some more time with just Blaine. Just the two of them. Saying goodbye wasn't going to be fun and there was nothing like being held by Blaine to make him forget about that.

"We should go for a swim."

Kurt smiled and shook his head no. "I don't want to freeze."

"I'll help you warm up, I promise…" Blaine wrapped his arms around the man in his hooded sweatshirt. "You know I would."

"I know but, still." Kurt opened his eyes. "Tell me what you're thinking about, honey."

Blaine shook his head no. "I don't want to make you sad."

"Even if it's sad, I still want to hear it. I always want to pick your mind, Blaine."

It was quiet and Blaine licked his lips. "I'm just wishing on stars."

Kurt sat up and kissed him. "For?"

"You," Blaine said softly. "For you to have every happiness because that's exactly what you deserve. No matter what or who brings it your way."

Kurt looked at him. "Tell me about the theater program here."

Blaine smiled and shook his head no. "You're not changing your life around for me, Kurt Hummel."

"If I can't change my life around then you can't joke about going to school in NYC."

"Who says I'm joking, baby?"

Kurt shook his head. "You know what I mean, Blaine. And if you're wishing for me to have happiness then you're literally wishing for me to have you. And that could happen if you let me know about the theater program here."

"You just got the lead in Company at your school. You're making strides at NYADA. Don't throw the opportunities you have there in NYC away for a boy, Kurt."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "He's not just a boy, Blaine. He's the boy."

"How do you know that?"

Suddenly, the question that Kurt asked his father was being posed at him. He looked Blaine in the eyes and wondered the answer. He'd been expecting someone to give him the answer when he'd already known it himself.

"I know because," Kurt rubbed a thumb over Blaine's cheek, "my heart doesn't do the thing it does when I'm with anyone else but you."

Blaine smiled, shaking his head. "What's the thing?"

Kurt nodded, kissing the corner of his lips. "The thing… it skips a beat, and then speeds up… and that's when you're looking at me like you are now."

Blaine kept his eyes locked on Kurt.

"And then, you lean in and you kiss me and I can't explain the butterflies I feel in my stomach. I can't explain the way you make my body tingle or the way the hairs on my neck start to stand…"

"I fucking love kissing you, Kurt Hummel."

Kurt bit his lip. "You're probably the best kisser on earth. I'm almost sure of it."

Blaine made a funny face. "Better than Justin Timberlake?"

Kurt nodded. "I mean he's okay but… he's no you."

Blaine smiled.

"Besides all of that, though," Kurt straddled the man's thighs. "I can't remember feeling this safe. I feel really safe when I'm with you, and cared for… like you'd take care of me and protect me."

The elder nodded.

"I also feel afraid, if that makes any sense." Kurt leant down; their lips touching before he slid his tongue against the elder's. Blaine took a deep breath, about to deepen it because he really, really needed Kurt right now. But his friend was pulling away.

"I feel afraid to mess this up, and afraid that you'll lose interest," Kurt trailed his index finger down the center of Blaine's chest, his eyes on his movements. "I'm afraid that we won't make it because what I want more than anything is for you and me to make it. I want this to work."

"Do me a favor, beautiful."

Kurt looked up and smiled. "Anything for you."

Blaine slid his hands down to Kurt's waist. "Don't be afraid. Just trust me."

Kurt nodded as the two focused on one another; neither wanting to break eye contact.

"And trust that you're strong enough, too. We both have made it through a lot. This is nothing." Blaine told him. "If we want it as bad as we say we do, and I know we do, we're going to make it."

Kurt cupped Blaine's cheek as he nodded. "We're going to make it."

Blaine kissed his wrist and sat up, making sure the man didn't fall over as he did so. "Ok. It's your last night here in Florida. We're in the beautiful Miami. We can do anything you want. What will it be?"

Kurt smiled and leant in, kissing him sweetly. "I want to wish on stars with you. And some more kissing?"

Blaine smiled and kissed him again. "Definitely some more kissing."