Chapter 17 – Flighty

"Kurt the car is here and my grandparents are waiting!" Blaine was yelling at the top of his lungs. "You've packed and repacked 3 times this week. It's time to stop! You will look great in anything you packed. They are all fashionable and you look fabulous in every piece. Now, let's go unless you want to arrive at 4 AM!:

"Blaine, you can't rush this. I will be right down. You can take the suitcase and bag that's down there already. That is a definite. I need to make sure I have everything."

Blaine groaned and carried his suitcase, which he felt was a reasonable size and Kurt's monster size suitcase out to the waiting car. "Granddad, don't even ask."

"How long is Kurt planning on staying? He's worse than your grandmother." Jack laughed because he already knew that Kurt was a fashionista. "If he doesn't get a move on it, we'll be arriving at 4 AM instead of 1 or 2 AM. I'm an old man Blaine."

"I know Granddad, sorry." Blaine ran back in and bumped right into Kurt knocking him on his butt. "Oh Baby, sorry." He helped Kurt up and dusted off his butt.

"Blaine, I'm not sure what exactly you are dusting off of my ass, but I can assure you there is no dirt in this home." Blaine kept his hand there. "So, I can only assume that you want to touch my ass or you want to spank me."

Blaine eyes grew dark at the thought. "Well.. now."

"Oh for crying out loud. You need to stop thinking about sex all the time. Your Grandparents are going to be on that plane with us."

"They're old and they sleep heavy."

"Blaine Anderson, I am not going to attempt to have sex with you in a plane with your Grandparents sitting across from us."

Blaine just smiled. "I am high off the big win tonight. The adrenaline is pumping through my system and you are so hot and I love you. Plus there are other places on the jet that we can go."

"None of that is going to work. We need to be proper around them." Kurt shook his head with a smile because Blaine was too cute with his pleading honey eyes boring into his soul. Blaine knew he wanted it too.

"I know you were excited about it. You know you want to."

"Who wouldn't be excited about it? Picture this, I have the most gorgeous man with me in a private jet at night. The jet is set up like a very nice room with plush seats and TV. It's dim and we have it all to ourselves." Kurt was smiling with his eyes closing gently and Blaine cooed at the visual. "I picture you with your clothes off and I'm touching you just like you like it and your hands move lower on me. Then I feel you take hold of me and, mmmm, it's so good because you rub your thumb right on that sensitive spot and ….. Then I see an old couple that looks like Jack and Ellen watching us."

Blaine cringed with the visual in his head. "Oh my God, Kurt. You ruined it!" Blaine was shaking his head trying to get the idea, the picture, all of it out of his head. "I hate you so much right now."

"You love me and you'll thank me for putting that visual in your head. I know they love us, but I don't think they ever want to see us like that." Kurt paused. "Come to think of it, I wonder what it all looks like as an outsider." Kurt had that look that he was in deep thought.

Blaine was horrified. He could see the gears in Kurt's head turning. "NO! Let's go."

"NO What?"

"We are not taping ourselves. ABSOLUTELY NOT! NO! NEVER! DON'T DARE EVER THINK ABOUT IT AGAIN!" Blaine grabbed Kurt's last suitcase and they headed out the door. Blaine ran back one last time to check that the condo was locked and ran back to the car and jumped in.

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Jack had his computer out reading news and checking emails. He looked up from his computer to see Ellen and the boys just talking. Blaine's hand clutched Kurt's and he was tracing circles on Kurt's knuckles. He couldn't help but remember what it was like to be Blaine, young and in love. Jack knew that this was real. Blaine had the Anderson capacity to love and that capacity was far reaching when the right person was there. Kurt was the right person. He knew when to push Blaine and when to back off. Blaine was a lovesick fool, but that was okay too. Kurt would be sensible for both of them. Gay aside, he loved them both. "Jack, are you okay?"

Startled he looked up to see concern in their eyes. "Yes. I'm fine. Just looking at you three. It makes me happy to see all of you together." He closed his laptop up. "So what's the story with this Adam's kid? He was really pissing me off."

"He doesn't want me in the locker room. He just doesn't get it Granddad and I'm sure a lot of people don't understand. It's no different for us than straight people. I'm not attracted to every guy and I'm certainly not trying to look at every guy just as he isn't trying to get with every girl." Blaine was clearly upset about it. "He's just a big idiot."

"Burt tells me that he could get a full ride if he plays it right. I might say that he's not playing it right. Does he realize who you are?"

"No, of course not. I didn't tell anyone. I don't want a bunch of people being nice to me because of who you are."

Ellen looked at Jack and then at Kurt. There was silence. "Blaine sweetheart. I have a confession to make. Your Grandfather was getting very angry about the coverage that boy wasn't giving you and he kind of said something about ruining his career. Some young lady in front of Kurt asked what he meant."

"Jenna? She said she's in your English class." Kurt offered the information.

"Yeah. She's in my work group." Blaine was less than thrilled. "So that's when you told her?" He looked to Kurt for an answer. Kurt just looked at Ellen.

"No Honey, I told them but didn't tell them what team we own." Ellen looked very sorry, but she knew he couldn't be mad. He didn't tell anyone not to say anything.

"OH, you told her we owned a team?"

"I'm sorry honey. I didn't know."

"It's okay Grandmother. I figured it would get out eventually."

Kurt understood that Blaine wanted to be low profile, but it was a hard thing to do knowing who his family was. "Let's go watch some TV, Okay? All that really matters is us, right?"

Blaine was bothered and didn't know what to expect when he returned to school, but Kurt was right. Nothing mattered more than Kurt and him getting married. Kurt was everything to him. "Good idea. You've never seen this part of the jet anyway."

Jack looked shocked. "How has he not seen that part?"

"Well, Granddad, the last time we were on the jet was Italy. He slept most of the way and because I didn't want to carry him all the way in, we just stayed here. Remember? It was a short flight."

Kurt remembered why he was asleep. The trauma of what happened in Italy recently gone from his memory, but always sat back there in moments of weakness. "Well, lead on. Don't keep me in suspense. It must be fabulous."

"Hey you two. Don't forget that there is an old man and woman up here. We don't want to be jaded by our Grandson and future husband." The look on Kurt's face must have been priceless because Jack let out the loudest belly laugh while Ellen just chuckled softly to herself.

Blaine pulled Kurt just a bit faster to their destination. "Oh my God. Do you think he heard us? I can't believe he just warned us not to have sex back here."

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hands and pushed him gently on the oval shaped couch lining the back of the jet. He crossed the small compartment to retrieve the remote control turning the TV on. "I don't think he heard us talking about it. I think he just knows what teenage boys think about because he was a teenage boy once before."

Blaine's face scrunched up because while he was horrified that his grandfather just warned them not to have sex for fear they might see, but also turned on a bit with just the thought that they could possibly still do this. "There is a door Kurt." Blaine winked.

"I know this look. Blaine, you are going to be the death of me, you know that right?"

"Kuuuurrrrttttiiiee. I just want to do it once. Come on. Just close the door. They wouldn't dare come in here without knocking. Maybe he was just wanted us to close the door." Blaine was hopeful that Kurt would fall for this. "Pleeeaassssse."

"Begging does not become you. Neither does calling me Kurtie. I swear, if you ever call me that again, I am going to leave you." Kurt shook his head, but smiled as he pulled Blaine back to the couch. He laid down pulling Blaine on top of him wrapping his arms tightly around Blaine. "You're acting like a child you know. You can wait for three days when we fly back and no one will be back here with us. At least no family members."

"Mr. Anderson and Mr. Hummel?" Blaine didn't even bother to get off of Kurt. He merely turned his head to address the woman in the doorway.

"Yes, Diane."

Kurt was stunned at how Blaine didn't react to things like this. Kurt couldn't get used to it himself. "Your Grandmother asked that I bring you both a blanket and some coffee." She carried a tray of coffee and blankets in and set them on the coffee table. "Also, it's nice to see you again Mr. Anderson. Mr. Hummel, I look forward to getting to know you."

"Uh.. yes. Me too." Kurt was so uncomfortable with be addressed so formally.

"Would you like me to close the door? Your Grandmother and Grandfather have decided to nap until we land."

"How much longer until we land, Diane." Blaine sounded like himself but more formal. It was weird how he could change into this commanding presence.

"Just over 1 hour. We got to a late start and we have to travel a little south to avoid turbulence. Jeremy will announce when we get closer. If you need anything, press the call button. Do you need me to show you where?"

"No, thank you. Oh, Diane, can you bring me my messenger bag on the end table out there."

"Certainly. Be right back." She returned and brought it into them. Blaine was still lying on top of Kurt and he was kissing him gently on the lips. Kurt barely noticed her return. He was mesmerized by this Blaine.

"Thank you Diane." Blaine called out never leaving the gaze of his future husband.

Kurt sighed. "I don't know how I will ever get used to the Blaine Anderson rich guy."

"You won't have to. This is not our life unless you want it to be and we don't even have to decide that now." Blaine kissed Kurt applying more pressure to his lips now that the door was closed. "I'm pretty sure, my Grandparents sent her in to let us know that they would be asleep."

'Ughh. You know I hate to ever say no to you when it comes to sex."

"Awww, Baby. It's not sex. It's me making love to your beautiful soft and sexy body." Blaine ground his hips into Kurt and received a drawn out sigh in return. Kurt's eyes were so telling. Blaine knew when Kurt was ready, when he was mad, when he was happy and when he wanted something. Right now, Kurt's gently closing of his eyes told Blaine that he wanted him. "I know you want me."

Kurt opened his eyes. "You were unbelievable today on the field. You looked so sure of yourself on the field and it was hot. Then you had to go and score three touchdowns. It was so exciting to hear the stands out there cheering for you."

"I didn't do it for them. I did all that for you. I did it to make you proud of me, to make you want me, but even more so, to show you what you did for me."

"I don't understand."

"Kurt, you made me strong and confident like that. I did all that because you made me feel like I could do anything." Blaine moved down kissing and licking at Kurt's neck before moving to his ear. "Now I want to get rid of all this adrenaline by making you feel good."

Blaine pulled at Kurt's Henley, untucking it from his pants, so that he could snake his hand under to feel his chest. He brushed his hand over Kurt's nipples causing them to harden at his touch. Kurt closed his eyes and took in the feel of his lovers' hands as he hardened just beneath him. Kurt bit his lower lip holding in a whimper as he felt Blaine press on his cock feeling the firmness aching to come out. "Blaine, please do something now that you started this."

"Tell me what you want me to do."

"Anything, just please don't torture me."

Blaine grinned at the desperation that he could create in Kurt immediately. He was always able to do this and there was a nice feeling of power that he got from it. He could control all the pleasure in the man, yes man, beneath him. The more amazing part is that Kurt let him control. He watched Kurt melt before his eyes, anticipating any movement from Blaine and letting out a breath of relief when Blaine did something to alleviate is growing need to be touched. Just a touch could give Blaine all he wanted to see in Kurt. "I love you, Kurt. Do you want me to suck you?"

"Please."

"You know I like doing it."

"Please."

"I like being inside of you just a little bit more, but I love the taste of you on my tongue. It's like you were created to please me." Blaine was being horrible right now, but he was enjoying the melting, begging Kurt beneath him. His Kurt. His Kurt to have and hold forever. How Blaine looked forward to doing this or something every night with his love. "Love, look at me and tell me what to do."

Kurt's eyes were heavy with need, but he forced them open to look at the love of his life. "Suck me. Please Blaine. It hurts, please."

"You're begging. BUT…. I think I might be able to help you with that request."

"You are so mean Blaine Anderson, making me beg like that." Kurt smiled because this was a game and he knew he would get what he wanted in any case. He would have Blaine's full lips stretched around his aching cock. Blaine thought he was in control, but Kurt had just as much control to get Blaine to do what he wanted.

Blaine scooted himself down, pushing Kurt's shirt up so that he could kiss and lick his way to Kurt's cock. His hand moved to the familiar button and zipper that housed his prize. "You have got to get a few pairs of pants that are not skin tight Kurt. It just makes it harder for me."

"Well, I wouldn't want anyone to think I was easy."

"I'm pretty sure I'm the only one getting in these pants. Maybe a pair of sweatpants?"

"Blaine Anderson, are you high? Where has my fianc� gone? You must be someone else to suggest that I wear sweatpants."

"Baby, I'm just complaining because I want in these pants right now, but instead I have to deal with peeling these pants off so I can get to your gorgeous cock." All this while he peeled Kurt's pants off and grabbed a blanket for them to cover up with as needed.

"But sweatpants? Really Blaine. AAaahhh." Kurt's toes curled as Blaine took hold of his cock and pumped gently while licking the tip gathering the precum on his tongue and swirling it around his head.

"Forgiven?"

"Uuunngghh… you know you are." Kurt looked down to see Blaine taking in his head and looking up at him. Kurt loved to see Blaine like this and his eyes were so loving, his hands so sure and firm and his mouth so talented. "Fuck, Blaine."

"OH? I thought we weren't going to do that until the flight home."

"Yes.. No.. I mean. Fuck."

"Yes or no Kurt?" Blaine was teasing Kurt when he knew full well that he could not respond in this state.

"You are an asshole." Just at that moment, Blaine took him completely in his mouth and began sucking fast and hard. "Oh.. Fuck Blaine. That is incredible." Kurt could feel it coming quickly and if he could think, he would be embarrassed, but since he couldn't think at all. All he could feel was Blaine's hot mouth and his tongue pressing on his cock with just the right firmness and his hands fondling his balls at the moment. Kurt's toes were curling and his breathing was erratic. Blaine knew it was close too. In a matter of minutes, Kurt went from refusing Blaine to coming down his throat barely able to control himself or his bodily reactions. He came full force down Blaine's throat as he arched his back off the couch and reached for Blaine's hands. He needed something to hold onto so badly. He felt desperation until he felt one of Blaine's hands take his. He couldn't control his moans or the coiling in his stomach. Kurt had tears in the corner of his eyes from coming so hard. "Oh Shit."

"Kurt, are you okay?" Kurt was a shivering mess as Blaine moved up to squeeze in between Kurt and the couch back. "Kurt, I'm going to get worried if you don't open your eyes soon and speak to me. Talk to me Baby? I just need to know that I didn't hurt you."

Kurt was still breathing very hard. Blaine tried to comfort and calm him by rubbing gently on his stomach. He opened his eyes to find Blaine with a concerned look on his face. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For that being so quick." Kurt looked truly embarrassed.

"What? Why are you sorry? That was incredible. I don't think I have ever seen you that desperate to come before. I mean every. You were so beautiful when you came. I saw you reaching for me and just your body's reaction to everything. It was all so incredible." Blaine laughed a little. "It actually made me feel like some expert." Blaine caressed the side of Kurt's face and ran his fingers through the front of his hair. "I love you so much."

"I love you too. More than you know."

"No.. I know. I know because I love you just as much as you love me."

"I –I should do something for you." Kurt started to move his hand toward Blaine's pants.

Blaine caught his hand and brought them to his lips. "uh-uh. Let's just watch TV and drink our coffee and relax. I just want to hold you right now."

"But Blaine."

"No. I'm fine. We have all kinds of time in our life for you to make it up to me." Blaine held firm to his decision and when he got this way, Kurt knew to back off and wait for another time. It didn't make him feel less guilty, but a fight was not going to fix it.

"Okay."

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One o'clock in the morning found the boys dragging Kurt's small bag while the driver carried the rest in. "Ganddad, we're definitely going to turn in as soon as we find our pajamas. We've got appointments at 1:00 and 3:00 tomorrow. Kurt has Pratt at 1:00 and I have Columbia at 1:00. Then we both are going to NYU. After that, we are going to look at places for the wedding."

"We can talk in the morning. Get some sleep, both of you."

"Goodnight." Blaine went into the room only to find Kurt in the bed clothes on. He hadn't even bothered to turn the bed down. "Oh Baby. C'mon. Let's get you more comfortable. Okay?"

Kurt batted Blaine's hand away. "Too tired. Sleep."

Blaine dug into Kurt's bag looking for one of Kurt's tee shirts and found it quickly. "Baby. I'll get you changed." Reluctantly, Kurt sat up long enough for Blaine to pull off his shirt and put another shirt on.

Kurt smiled with his eyes still closed. "Soft.. Like it." Blaine laughed as he undid Kurt's pants and removed them. He grabbed a blanket from the closet and covered Kurt up. He could sleep in his boxers like they did most nights anyway. Blaine removed his clothes to his boxers and tucked himself in behind Kurt wrapping his arms around his taller half. Blaine signed into the back of Kurt's neck and closed his eyes. "Love you Blaine." Kurt must have at least known that Blaine was there to mumble those all too important words.

"Sweet Dreams."