Chapter 69 - When You Believe

Even if it wasn't plan, Kurt had nailed his assignment from Dr. Stewart and he had a renewed sense of self-esteem that he hadn't had since returning to McKinley before Nationals last year. Kurt seemed happy and content with how things turned out with Paul. He was certain that Paul was just a neglected kid that was misdiagnosed. "So my dad called me from DC today."

"What did he say?" Blaine seemed curious if the requests that Kurt had were even doable.

"He was able to get Paul transferred sooner and made arrangements to have him delivered to a high security rehabilitation center. He's going to be confined to one building, but he'll get the help he needs and finish his sentence." Kurt fiddled with his sleeve a little. Waiting for glee to start was like watching the people at a debutante ball. Everyone walked in as if everything was about them. That's what really made them work as a group.

Blaine didn't look at the people coming in, he was focused on Kurt. "Are you alright? Is that what you wanted?"

Kurt reached for Blaine's hand. "Yeah. It's exactly what I wanted." A calm came over both of them. Blaine felt the confidence emanating off of Kurt. It was in the air. It was palpable.

"So, Finn asked me if I wanted to go out with the guys to go to the batting cages and the video game place. Then we were going to get some dinner." Blaine looked hopeful. "I know you don't really like doing that kind of stuff." This was the something he was going to do for himself. He was going to go out and have fun and not worry about Kurt. He was going to have fun with his friends and enjoy himself.

"Blaine, you don't need my approval to do things you want to do. Go." Kurt giggled because he knew he had this type of power over Blaine, though he never demanded it. "I'm going to spend the evening going through the wedding stuff and call Jack to make sure he's getting his license to marry us. I can tie up some loose ends with Ellen and Catherine."

"You can call her mom and grandmother. They will be soon enough." Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt on the cheek causing him to blush. "Thanks. I love you." Blaine's face covered in a content smile because one, he was going out with the guys and two, he could still make Kurt blush. Sometimes it was the simple stuff that made him happy.

Mr. Shue entered slapping a stack of papers down on the piano. "Finally. We need to get moving on regionals", Kurt whispered to Blaine.

"This weeks theme is 'number one' and we'll be singing songs about being on top or something inspiring." Mr. Shue ignored the groans of disapproval he always got when he announced the theme.

Kurt raised his hand. "Mr. Shue, how is this going to help us for regionals that's in a few weeks?" There were agreeing nods in the room.

"Well guys. As I see it, we need some confidence if we're going to beat our competition this year. If we sing songs to remind us that we're number one, we can remember how good we are and be proud when we get up on that stage and win. We need to psych out our opponents with our confidence."

Kurt looked a Blaine with knowing eyes and whispered. "At least it's not Journey."

"Instead of each of you picking groups, I'm going to pair you up. I want to shake things up. Make you a little vulnerable so you can find the number one inside of yourself." Kurt groaned as he leaned his head on Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine started to move his hand up to the back of Kurt's head. "You touch my hair Anderson, you die."

Blaine quickly moved his hand away laughing. "You can be such a prima donna. You know that?"

Kurt tilted his head up and batted his eyelashes. "Yeah. That's why you love me so much."

"I do." Blaine kissed him on the nose.

"Blaine, Kurt. Break it up, come on guys. We're still in school." Mr. Shue was trying to keep everyone moving along. "Kurt, your singing with Santana. Come on. Grab a list before you break out into your pairs. "

Kurt groaned. "Mr. Shue. This is so stupid. Santana's going to threaten me with razor blades and I'll end up doing that does absolutely nothing for me, but everything for her."

"Hey lady lips. Chill. We're going to kill this thing." Santana grabbed one of the lists and then Kurt, pulling him into the hallway. "I want to win whatever stupid prize Shue is putting out there, so get your pretty little ass out here so we can start picking a song."

"Santana. That's offensive."

"What is?" Santana knew. She was just playing dumb.

"First, calling me lady lips and then commenting on my ass. Do you realize how degrading all of that is?"

"Oh, pull your panties up. You love when I call you lady lips because that means your lips are soft and supple which means that Blaine will get all hot and bothered when he kisses you. As far as your ass is concerned, you are so the screaming bottom. Blaine is all over that pretty ass of yours and you know it, so get over yourself." Santana started flipping through the list of music.

Kurt sighed and threw his hands down. Sadly, he and Blaine were not the most discreet on the trip and were proud of their sexuality. It wasn't like the flaunted it, but they weren't quiet about it at all. "Fine, but it doesn't make what you say less offensive."

She was scanning the list for the perfect song for her, just as Kurt said. "Park that ass over here." She sat down and patted the floor next to her. Kurt didn't feel like arguing his point so he rolled his eyes and sat down next to her to look at the paper.

They chatted about almost every song on the paper, but then Kurt had an idea. "Wait a minute. I have an idea."

Santana smiled, "I know that look. That's the Kurt Hummel Diva look. I like it. Spill twink."

"Santana, still offensive." He pulled out his phone and tapped his You Tube app. "I got it." She waited while he tapped a song into it and waited for it to come up. Kurt had the brightest smile on his face. "We are going to be the two ultimate diva's that ever lived." He held it up to her and she smiled.

"We are so winning."

Blaine was paired with Rachel who was immediately threatened by Blaine's talent though she never showed it before. Finn had to break them up and let Rachel know that he was going out with the guys. Rachel thought he was choosing Blaine's side.

"Rachel, you can go with me to order the invitations, okay?" Kurt took her hand. "Come on. They just want a guys night out. We can deal with that right?"

Rachel was still angry, but nodded her head. She could have girl's night out with Kurt. Nevermind that he wasn't a girl, he was the most stylish and hip boy in her opinion. Besides, Kurt had a plan.

"I love you, baby." Blaine pulled Kurt into him unexpectedly and Kurt almost toppled on top of him. "Whoa.. Sorry." Blaine kissed him softly on the lips. "Are you sure, it's okay?"

"Go have fun. Keep the boys out of trouble and don't get drunk."

"We're not drinking, we're going to that sports place to hit some balls and then back to your house to play xbox." Blaine's lips lingered so close he could smell Kurt's coffee and his facial cream.

"You mean my dad's house. Last I checked this was my house." Kurt glanced around. "Well, your house."

Blaine stayed very close and looked into Kurt's eyes. "Our house." Kurt nodded because it was really Blaine's. "I want to hear you say it Kurt. This is our house."

"Kurt closed his eyes and leaned his head down to Blaine's shoulder turning his head into Blaine's shoulder. It surely smelled like home right there. Kurt could smell all of Blaine. He could smell a hint of his body wash and cologne and just Blaine. He sighed and whispered, "Fine. Our house. Yours and my house. Are you happy?"

"I am. You make me happy." Blaine tilted his head onto Kurt's. "I won't be too late, okay?"

"Do you care what I pick out for the invitations?"

"The things we've talked about are all fine. Are you going to go to that place where you dad get's his stuff done?"

Kurt smiled, "Yeah. Hey.. Maybe I'll see you at my Dad's later."

"I would really like that."

"We are not sleeping over there though. I want you all to myself later." Kurt kissed Blaine hard causing Blaine to let out the tiniest moan. Kurt didn't stop though. He kiss Blaine for the next minute or so and when he finally parted, Blaine was breathless.

"I think I agree. I want you to myself later too." Blaine winked.

"Where are we going for the invitations Kurt."

"We're going to the printer my dad uses, but first I need to make one stop." Kurt pulled into the printer that he had a run in a little over a week ago.

Rachel was immediately worried. "Why are we here Kurt? We should go somewhere else."

"Don't worry Rachel. I'm here to say a few things then we'll be on our way to spending an enormous amount of money on invitations and napkins and maybe we'll even get those little boxes that people can take wedding cake home in." Kurt confidence was unshaken. He accepted everything that had happened with Paul. It was empowering to feel like he was a bigger person for helping his attacker get help.

He walked briskly to the front door with Rachel scurrying to keep up. The older man at the counter was the same man. "Can I help you?"

"Do you remember me?"

"You look very familiar." He didn't quite remember.

"Well, I'll refresh your memory. I was in here about a week and a half ago with this young lady and two more. You were trying some awful pick up lines."

"OH.. I remember you."

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm the fag. You remember right?"

"Yes I do. And the offer still stands little lady." Rachel cringed at his gaze upon her.

Kurt stood in front of her. "You own this place." The man recognized that it wasn't a question.

"Of course."

"Good, because it'll be so satisfying when I put you out of business faster than you can learn how to be a real man."

"You fucking fag."

"Call me what you want, but I want you to know who put you out of business when it happens. My name is Kurt Hummel and my father is Congressman Hummel. Heard of him?" The man shrugged. "Pity. He's representative to the United States House of Representatives for this district. If you were smart, you'd have read up on him."

"He can't do anything to me." The man started to look a little worried, but kept his cool.

"Think what you want, but the man I'm marrying hates you too. His dad is a lawyer." Kurt smiled his big closed mouth smile as he witnessed the man's face turn to a frown. "Not just any lawyer. He's one of the top three in the country."

"So."

"Well, just to add a little more worry to you sir." Kurt was almost singing the words and Rachel continued to stand behind him. She was no longer worried. She was in awe at how Kurt seemed so in control of himself now. "My future husbands grandfather is an international lawyer. You know what those are right? He just so happens to be the best in the world. Yes... you heard me right. Even better though is that he owns a little football team. Sorry, a little NFL football team called the New England Patriots." Kurt saw the regret and fear in the man's eyes. "So, do you get that I'm bigger than you'll ever be. Do you understand how much money you just lost by treating me the way you did. You and your ignorance probably lost a thousand bucks easily."

The man was no longer talking. "I see a cat's got your tongue. I'm glad. That way I don't have to listen to your sickening voice and neither does my friend." Kurt started to close the conversation. "I'd just like to say how much fun it's been not doing business with you. I wish you and your business here a short and unprofitable life. Have a nice day." Kurt finally did turn and walk out the door.

When he was finally behind the wheel, Rachel finally said something. "Kurt, THAT WAS AWESOME!" She squealed hugging him. Kurt couldn't help but laugh about it.

"He looked like he was going to pee his pants."

They both laughed and smiled and sang music to the radio all the way to the printers.

Altogether, Kurt bought the perfect invitations, he bought cocktail napkins and little boxes to put mints on the tables. He ended up getting ribbons with their names on it and cake boxes so that people could bring cake home. Instead of meeting Blaine at his dads, he decided to go home and practice the song that he and Santana were going to sing. He pulled out Blaine's laptop and went into the loft where all the music stuff was. He hit play and started to sing. He was well into the third line of the song when Blaine came home, but he didn't hear him.

Blaine immediately heard the sweet soprano range coming from the loft.

"...Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill...Who knows what miracle you can achieve. When you believe somehow you will. You will when you believe..."

Blaine made it to the top of the steps where he could see into the loft area. Kurt was standing looking away from him. He was gorgeous and when he sang, Blaine could feel a light twitching as his pants as they grew just a bit tighter when Kurt hit that high note. He was amazing. Blaine didn't want him to stop so he stood there still knowing that Kurt didn't hear him come home. Blaine knew the song from Prince of Egypt. He started to think about why Kurt would be singing a song that was meant for a duet, but then it hit him. He and Santana must be doing this for their duet. Blaine knew in that moment that he was going to lose no matter what they sang. He smiled at that, because frankly, listening to Kurt in this higher range was better than listening to anyone else sing.

"...They don't always happen when you ask and it's easy to give in to your fear, ohh
But when you? re blinded by your pain, can't see your way safe through the rain. Thought of a still resilient voice says love is very near...There can be miracles when you believe. Though hope is frail it's hard to kill..." Blaine didn't even hear anything until the ending. "You will when you believe."

Blaine smiled and started to clap loudly. Kurt turned startled. "Hey, I didn't know you were home. How long have you been standing there?"

"Oh, I don't know. Almost the whole song and you were amazing." Blaine was already standing in front of Kurt with his hands on his slender hips. Without even realizing he was doing it, his thumbs rubbed and squeezed at those beautiful alabaster hips hiding under Kurt's black skin tight pants. Kurt was already putty in his arms.

"Do you really think it sounds amazing?" Kurt was already speaking in breathy tones.

"Everything about you is amazing." Blaine growled into his ear as he pushed toward where he thought the couch was. They ended up against the wall and the railing. It was a little spot that Blaine always thought he'd fill with another guitar, but just hadn't gotten around to buying. Kurt was literally boxed in with the couch on one side, the railing overlooking the great room on the other side, the wall behind him and Blaine in front of him. There was something exciting about being trapped by someone you loved that loved you back. Because he was in love with the person that trapped him here. Paul flashed through his mind for one passing second and Blaine must have noticed.

"Oh my God Kurt." He backed away. "I'm so sorry. I can't believe I did that to you." The horror on Blaine's face showed that he knew what he did.

"Blaine, no. I wanted it. I love you."

"But I did to you what he-."

Kurt interrupted immediately. "No you didn't. He took from me. I wasn't a willing participant. This is totally different. I want this. I really want this."

"I can't believe..."

"Stop. Help me make a good memory. Right now, Blaine." Kurt tilted Blaine's head up to him. "Make me happy. Please continue so that everything that happened can be cleared with good things. Together, we wash it all away."

Blaine smiled a little at Kurt's begging face. "Well, I ruined it, though."

Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and pushed it flat against his half hard cock. "You didn't ruin it." Kurt smiled back at Blaine as he pulled him back to the little cubby against the wall. I want you to take control. Do it Blaine. I love you and I trust you. It will always be perfect with you."

At that, Blaine pushed Kurt up against the wall. He pressed his body hard against Kurt's as he tugged at Kurt's shirt. "What are you wearing. I can't get it off." Blaine growled lowly in Kurt's ear.

Kurt didn't even say anything. He just pushed Blaine away and started to remove his shirt never taking his eyes off of Blaine. He smirked because he figured, why stop there. He stripped himself down to his boxers and leaned back against the wall. "Better?" He held his hands out for Blaine.

"I love it when you do just what you feel like. It makes you so powerful. You have no idea the power you have over me." Blaine licked the shell of Kurt's ear and them sucked on the skin just behind it. Kurt's head rolled back as much as he could to allow better access. Kurt liked it when Blaine sucked there.

Blaine started to move to his shoulder and then his chest pinching at Kurt's already erect nipples. Kurt had enough and grabbed Blaine's tee shirt from the back and lifted it over his head. "I need you naked Blaine." Blaine giggled as he pulled his own pants off and kicked them aside.

Kurt started to grab at his back and moved his hands around to rub his chest. Blaine took Kurt's wrists in his hands. He looked for trust in Kurt's eyes and he found more than that. He found full out want and need. Blaine raised both hands over his head and pinned them to the wall, holding his wrists tight as he kissed Kurt's neck softly. "Love you, baby. Love you so much."

Kurt was breathing heavily and started thrusting looking for Blaine. He needed so much more than this. Blaine felt it and started to thrust back at him, their cocks meeting. Blaine moaned at the feel of Kurt's hard cock against his. They were separated by only a thing sheet of fabric. "Want more Blaine. Need more." He whined for more.

"I'll give you more Kurt. Promise."

Kurt mewled in thanks. In a swift movement, Blaine pulled Kurt's arms down and turned him facing the wall pushing gently. Kurt moaned when he felt Blaine's cock against his ass. "Fuck. Kurt, you're so beautiful." He moved away for a minute and Kurt glanced down to see Blaine fishing around for his pants.

"What are you doing Blaine?" Kurt was annoyed at the loss of contact.

Blaine found the pocket and pulled out the bottle of lube. "I'm making sure we don't need to stop, baby."

"Thank God." Kurt sighed.

Blaine returned quickly to Kurt and back to kissing his neck and his back. Occasionally, he would reach around to stroke Kurt's cock through his boxers. Kurt could barely contain his need. Blaine could feel it in every breath that Kurt took and every touch to his overheated skin. He trailed his hands slowly down Kurt's back and tucked his fingers into his boxers pulling at the waistband and finally pushing them down. Kurt stepped out with one foot and tossed the offensive clothing off with his foot. It flew in the air and landed on the stairs.

Blaine looked over the railing and smirked as he grabbed for the lube coating his fingers generously. "I'm going to fuck you up against this wall, Kurt." Blaine smirked, but in all honesty, Kurt was too far gone to even notice it.

"Yes, fuck me baby. I want you to fuck me right here." Kurt's chest was still pressed to the wall as Blaine trailed his hands down to his ass. Blaine tapped Kurt's thighs first the left and then the right. Kurt spread himself wider with each tap. "Oh God, Blaine."

Kurt's head was turned to the side with his arms against the wall, Blaine's hands long gone from pinning him there. Kurt pushed his butt away from the wall to help with Blaine's access to his tight puckered hold that was ready and waiting to me taken. Kurt was truly enjoying the lack of control over the situation. He was lost in all of Blaine's touches, his breath and his movements. Blaine giggled at how laid out Kurt was for him. He trailed his fingers down Kurt's crack and gently spread his cheeks so that his hand and fingers could access the prize.

Slowly, Blaine rubbed his slick fingers over Kurt's hole. Kurt's only reaction was to push his ass towards Blaine. He wanted Blaine inside of him. "I need to prepare you a little Kurt. The last thing I want to do is hurt you at all." Blaine needed this to be a good or even awesome memory. He slipped the first finger in hissing at the tightness. Kurt let out a deep breath as Blaine started to push his finger in more. "Fuck, you feel so good." Blaine moaned at the feel of his muscles tightening as he pushed a second finger in to join the first one.

Kurt moaned loudly as his hand went to the railing while the other stayed at the wall, supporting his head. "Fuck me already."

Blaine didn't have to be asked twice as he pushed his boxers down and grabbing the lube again coating his cock. Kurt, in the meantime was so impatient bobbing his ass up and down wanting more. With Kurt's legs spread to accommodate him, Blaine was actually the perfect height for this. Hi rubbed down Kurt's back with one hand as the other guided his cock to Kurt's hold. Blaine pressed slowly in as he heard Kurt hiss at the intrusion. "OOOoooohhhh. Yessssss."

To Blaine, it sounded like relief, not pain. "You okay?"

"Better than okay. You can move any time you're ready." Blaine started to move. It was beautiful. He could watch himself fuck Kurt more effectively in this position. He wrapped his arms around Kurt's chest as he pushed Kurt's head and upper body against the wall. His cock was so slicked up that he was moving quickly and freely inside Kurt. Blaine mirrored Kurt's almost spread eagle pose, placing his hand on top of Kurt's on the railing and twining his fingers into the hand on the wall. They would have to clean the lube off the wall later.

Blaine thrust in with deep penetrating strokes. Kurt felt way too good in this angle. He almost felt bad because he could hear Kurt's shoulder tap against the wall lightly with every mind boggling thrust into Kurt's tight hot heat. He couldn't possibly stop when Kurt was moaning without regard for the neighbors that owned the condo next door or when he started screaming louder for Blaine to fuck him hard.

The light layer of sweat was covering both their bodies as Blaine punished him with every thrust. All he could hear Kurt yell, "Fuck. You're perfect. Unghhh. God, I love you. Unghh. Oh, yes. There! Right there!"

Blaine knew what that meant. He pounded that spot many times before. He knew that Kurt knew what he wanted when it came to sex and that's what he wanted. He wanted Blaine to be relentless on his prostate. It's what gave him so much pleasure that he couldn't breathe sometimes. "I love you, Kurt. I love making you feel good." Blaine moved his hands to Kurt's hips so that he could pull Kurt's ass towards him as he impaled him over and over again in swift deep thrusts. Blaine and Kurt were breathing heavily and their skin glistening with lube and sweat.

Blaine pushed in hard, while pulling Kurt toward him.

"Oh fuck, Blaine. So good!" Kurt liked it. Blaine wrapped an arm around his waist and took Kurt's cock in his fist as he pounded hard. Kurt couldn't help but grunt with every thrust until he was whining. "I'm going to come."

"Come for me, baby."

Then Blaine felt the tight squeeze around his cock as he felt Kurt's come on his fist. It was enough to push Blaine into an erratic hip thrust as he moaned loudly. The only word that Blaine could formulate in that moment was 'Kurt', which he yelled out as he came.

Blaine fell forward pushing Kurt into the wall as they started the recovery process from unbelievable sex. Blaine's body was pressed flush against Kurt's with his hands on his chest as they rested against the wall. Blaine was still inside Kurt, but knew that would be over very soon as he quickly softened. He could feel his own come starting to drip out, but they were both still in the moment. Blaine kissed Kurt's neck softly as Kurt hummed. "Fantastic. You were incredible."

Blaine nuzzled the back of Kurt's neck. "I hope I wasn't too rough."

"Honey. I wanted it rough. That made it fun and you know what?"

"What?" Blaine slipped out of Kurt mostly soft as Kurt turned around to lean his back against the wall.

"I'm kind of liking you pounding me up against the wall. However, the neighbors are probably not too happy with us right now." Kurt couldn't hold in a giggle. Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes and knew everything was perfect.

"They'll have to get over it." Blaine kissed Kurt on the lips, slow and gently as their lips molded together. After about five minutes of making out, Blaine pulled away to the biggest smile on Kurt. It was teeth and all and it wasn't often he saw such a big smile that it made him smile too. "What's with the smile?"

"Nothing. I'm just really, really happy."

"I'm happy too."

"I had an amazing night."

"Me too."

"Let's get cleaned up before we have to clean the entire carpet of your come. It's dripping and.."

Blaine grabbed his tee shirt and wiped. "Blaine, why would you do that?" Kurt shrieked scaring Blaine just a little.

"I wanted to clean you off." Blaine answered innocently.

"By killing fashion?" Kurt realized how kind the gesture was so he backed off as quickly as hi got on him.

"I do anything for you."

"I love you so much, Blaine."

"The feeling is completely mutual."

"Let's get in the shower so I can tell you all about the printers and our invitations and all the other stuff I got." Kurt smiled brightly. He couldn't wait to tell Blaine the entire story.