Chapter 12

"I cant believe that just happened." Kurt plopped himself down on the couch. "This is the best, most comfortable couch I ever picked out." He moaned as he laid his head back

Blaine was making all kinds of noises in the kitchen. "I love it too!" He yelled from the kitchen. Kurt could hear drawers opening and closing and cabinet doors closing, but didnt feel like turning around to look.

"Our place is coming together. Now we just need to get everything moved in. I feel like we never have time to pack our stuff up and move it."

"Itll get done eventually." Blaine was ever the optimist. "We just have to do little bits on the weekends." Blaine was opening and closing drawers. Then there was silence.

Kurt stopped talking to listen. He didnt hear anything. "Blaine? Blaine, what are you doing?"

"This." Blaines voice was close and in his hands he had two champagne flutes and a bottle of champagne.

"Awww. Baby." Kurt smiled adoringly at Blaine. "How? Where did you get the champagne? I know it wasnt here when we left." Kurt stood to meet Blaine halfway.

"Grandmother had it sent over when she saw that your outfit was in the show. She has good connections. The doorman brought it up here and put it in the fridge, Im sure for a very nice tip." Blaine kissed Kurt gently on the lips.

They made their way back to the couch. "I wish we had the window seats. Tonight would have been a perfect night to sit at the window and look out into the sky."

"Dont worry. Well have time to do that. We have the rest of our lives to do that." Blaine poured to champagne flutes and handed one to Kurt. "To the amazing Kurt Hummel-Anderson, the next designer that will take New York and the fashion world by storm"

Kurt stopped Blaine from going further. "And to Blaine Hummel-Anderson, who kicked ass in the symposium by slam dunking his topic and earning kudos from the highest legal, political and literary people in the country."

They clinked glasses and sipped. "We do have a bit to celebrate." Blaine had been feeling pretty high of himself after the symposium. He had been approached one on one by the mayor of New York City and then by and attorney for the US District and a political writer. They all had positive comments and praise for him.

"We do." Kurt answered. "Im sorry we didnt celebrate your achievement Blaine. I feel like this whole night overshadowed your big day."

"That was nothing compared to what youve done."

"Youre so wrong. They are taking your ideas and will discuss ways to make it happen. It could someday be something legislated in Congress. Its ground-breaking Blaine. That doesnt happen every day." Kurt held Blaine so much higher than himself. "Literary impact on our government has always been big. The written and spoken word. Think about what the world would be like without people protesting or speaking out about what they believe. People would be sitting around mindfully waiting for someone else to make decisions for them. You.. You, Blaine, give them a voice."

"Youre the only one that thinks that Kurt." Blaine was always so humble.

"No. The symposium proved that you have a political mind. You made an impression on people. They listened to what you had to say and then they wanted to meet you. Youre intelligent, well read and gay. Youre perfect Blaine." Kurt held Blaine by his shoulder so that he understood the magnitude. "I just made a pretty cool outfit that most people cant afford and will be out of style next season."

"I love you so much, husband." Blaine kissed him softly. "Can we just say that we both did fantastic things this week?"

Kurt pretended to think about it. "If you really think so."

"I do." Blaine stood from the couch and reached for Kurts champagne glass, then held his hand out for Kurt to stand. "Up, up, Buttercup."

"Youre too cute for your own good, you know that?" Kurt took his hand and let Blaine lead him to the open floor by the window that would soon occupy chairs and a low table.

"I do. Im corny just for you." He put the glasses down and grabbed the remote control, not even glancing around, and flipped the home theater on. "Can I have this dance?"

Kurt broke into the widest of grins. "Id love to." Blaine wrapped Kurts arms around his neck before placing his arms around Kurts waist. Kurt laid his head down on Blaine shoulder, kissing his neck and breathing in all that was Blaine. "I love you."

"I love you too. This may be the calmest we get. School starts next week and we still have moving to do. Its going to get hectic really fast." Blaine rubbed circles into Kurts hips with his thumbs. "I just want to make the most of this weekend before were so busy we cant breathe."

"We have to move some things. I have essentials that we need to get moved in." Kurt knew that they had to start getting things going between the calm and the storm that would soon come.

"Youre right. Lets make a plan to move most of our clothes and get some kitchen items moved so that I dont have to go digging through every cabinet or drawer for the things I need. Then we spend the rest of the weekend on us."

Kurt lifted his head up. "Then its decided. Well move a few things then spend the rest of the weekend on us. Not just making love in bed, but doing all the things we like to do." Blaine wiggled his thick eyebrows. "In bed and out of bed, Sweetheart." Kurt giggled. "You can be such a child sometimes."

"But you love me for it."

"I do."

"Cuddling is good. I like cuddling." Blaine nuzzled into Kurts hair in the morning hours.

"You are basically a big cuddle whore, but I do like it. I like when I get to be the small spoon." Kurt glanced at the clock to find it was still early.

"I like being behind you, so I can do this." Blaine was snarky as he started to thrust his erection against Kurts butt.

"Mmmm. You can do more than that you know." Kurt sighed.

"I dont want you to be sore baby. We went pretty hard last night and I felt like we made love for hours." Blaine snuggled even closer, pulling Kurt to him.

"It was great. It was a long time. The champagne helped with that." Kurt turned his head to capture Blaines mouth as best he could from that angle. "I suppose if youre too tired."

"Nonsense, no such thing." Blaine glanced at the clock and smiled because it was early still.

"Then fuck me Blaine. Just slide on it. I want it." Kurt whined in desperation.

Blaine reached behind him for the lube and slicked himself up. He rubbed his cock up and down Kurts crack pushing as he did. He knew that it would slip in fairly easily. Kurt was so relaxed right now and probably still stretched open from fucking last night. He found Kurts hole and pressed in slowly until he was bottomed out. "Fuck Kurt. Is that okay."

"So okay Blaine." Kurt moaned. "You need to move. I want to feel you baby."

"You want me to fuck you harder?" Blaine whispered.

"Always. I want to feel you for days. I want to know that I belong to you, Blaine." Kurt loved sex with Blaine. It was always perfect. Always what he needed. Hard, gentle, long, lazy.. Whatever. He and Blaine talked during sex to make sure that each one was getting what they needed. He needed to feel owned. "Caleb looked so hot in my outfit, but I had you holding on to me. You are the love of my life. Caleb wanted me. He cant have me, ever."

Blaine was actually shocked to hear Kurt say that Caleb looked hot in his outfit, though he was right. Caleb was a very good looking man and a model. Kurt designed that outfit for someone like Caleb. Blaine was short. It would never look like that on him. Nothing that high fashion would look like that on him. Before he even knew it he was fucking so hard into Kurt. Kurt was moaning high and loudly. "Blaine.. fuck.. oh God..So perfect. You are the fucking. Best. Lover." Kurt grunted as Blaine pushed in hard and fast. He hadnt realized he let Calebs good looks get to him.

He slowed, because he felt like he was a little too rough. Kurt was pushed all the way up with his head hitting the headboard with every thrust. "Are you okay sweetheart?"

"GOD... Yes. Whyd you stop." Kurt innocently looked at Blaine.

"I was worried I was too rough."

Kurt just smiled. "I said I wanted to feel it for days. Youre just keeping your promise."

Blaine frowned. "I dont want to hurt you. I just.. got.. uh.. nevermind."

"I know you got fired up. why do you think I said it. Youre never too rough Blaine. I wanted it hard and rough." Blaines confused look caused Kurt to stutter out his explanation. "I.. I just wanted.. to.. you know.. I wanted to get you a little jealous.. to get you thinking in that pretty head of yours.. I kind of knew you would get angry, so I said those things."

Blaine was still inside Kurt, deep inside. He shifted, causing Kurt to whine as he felt Blaines cock brush over his prostate in the movement. "You want me to hurt you?"

"No. no. No, I wanted you to be angry and heated so you would fuck me hard.. I guess.." Kurt tried to pull Blaine down, but Blaine just pulled out and sat down next to Kurt looking sad and hurt. Kurt rolled over so that he could look at Blaine. "Wait Blaine. Listen to me and if you still want to be mad, Ill understand. I know you love me and I love you so very much. I think sometimes I want it rough and hard and you want to do it, but are always afraid youll hurt me. I just want you to know that you wont hurt me. I would tell you if it hurt. You know that right?" Blaine just nodded. "Maybe Im kinkier than I thought, but I just wanted it rough and I wanted you to be present when I sit down tomorrow and the next day. I want to feel you and smile about what we do and that I belong to you. I hate Caleb so much and I know a lot of people probably think hes hot and he is a model, but I dont really think hes hot. Hes vile and rude. Hes repulsive to me."

"Hes got a great body." Blaine responded.

"Hes got a stupid head. You know how I feel about stupidity." Kurt nudged Blaine with his shoulder. Blaine looked up to see Kurt smiling at him. "I happen to like dark curly haired men that are ridiculously smart. Do you know of one?"

Blaine giggled. "I dont know what I do to have you love me. I just dont know."

"Thats the thing, I just love you. No explanations. Youre my perfect match, the love of my life, the yin to my yang."

Blaine laughed louder. "Now I know why. Youre completely deranged."

"If it means that I get you for the rest of my life then, YES, Im deranged." Kurt moved to straddle Blaine. "Now, I think I have to work on getting you hard again so you can fuck me hard.. and I dont want you to hold back."

"Anything you want, baby."

"Oh, I want." Kurt sunk down Blaine body and took him in his mouth sucking Blaine hard again.

Blaine took Kurt by the hips and forcefully put him on his hands and knees. It was owning and a little rough and Kurt gasped at the surprise as his cock got even harder. Blaine took Kurts hands and put them on the headboard. "You want it hard?" Kurt nodded. "You want me to own you?" Kurt closed his eyes and nodded with a smile. Blaine spread Kurts knees apart and then his ass cheeks before he rubbed his thumb over Kurts hole. Kurt never expected the smack of Blaines palm on his ass, hard. He yelped. "Good?" Kurt gulped.

"So good. Again." Kurt loved the burn where Blaines hand landed. Blaine pulled his hand back again slapping the same spot that now had a red handprint on it. "Oh fuck.. yes." Blaine pushed his cock hard and fast. So hard that Kurts knees actually left the bed. "Ohhh."

Blaine went to work thrusting hard and fast. He pulled out completely a few times to find Kurt pushing his ass back to look for Blaines cock. Kurts face was actually desperate as Blaine fucked him hard and fucked him raw. Blaine finally started to grunt as he raced toward his orgasm. Sweat dripped down his chest and his hair was sweaty. "I fucking love you baby." He screamed as he fucked into Kurt one last time, coming hard. Blaine could barely catch his breath as he fell forward on Kurts back. "Oh shit."

Kurt was breathless. "What?"

"I forgot to-. Do you need me to-" Blaine looked guilty and sad.

Kurt laughed. Blaine could feel his laugh around his softening dick. "You did your job. I didnt even touch myself. I came a few seconds after you."

Blaine pulled out lying down and pulling Kurt with him flush against his chest. "Im sorry I didnt pay attention. I kind of got lost in your beautiful ass and the sounds that you were making. You sounded-"

"Like I loved it?" Blaine nodded. "I did. Its just what I wanted and what I needed."

"Are you sore?"

"Yep. And my ass stings."

"Sorry."

"Dont be. I feel like Im in heaven." Kurt kissed Blaines scruffy chin.

"I love you so much, Kurt."

"I love you more."

They fell into a contented sleep and didnt wake until afternoon.

"Why am I carrying everything? Blaine asked as he huffed loudly putting down an armful of hanging clothes.

"Im carrying stuff." Kurt said very matter of factly.

"Youre carrying a small box of your moisturizers while I carry your entire closet down here." Blaine put his hands on his hips. "Can I get some help mister? I know what youre packing in those arms." Blaine reached out to squeeze at Kurts arms.

Kurt huffed. "Fine. Ill help with the kitchen stuff. Im just kind of sore. You know?" He batted his eyes knowingly at Blaine.

"You are the master of getting out of doing stuff." Blaine smiled because it was Kurts forte to somehow get everyone else to do the hard stuff for him. However, Blaine did fuck him sore last night and this morning. "I know youre sore. Just help like youve been doing. Ill carry the heavy stuff."

A few hours later, most of the closet was moved and about half of the kitchen was moved. "Can we be done?" Kurt whined.

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt. "Yes." He glanced at his watch. "That took longer than expected. Its already dinner time. What do you want to do?"

"Anywhere with cushiony chairs."

Blaine frowned. "I knew I shouldnt have done that."

"Its okay. I like it. Though it is very uncomfortable to sit. Why do you think Ive been standing most of the day?"

"I hate that I hurt you baby."

"You didnt hurt me. Quit saying that." Kurt held Blaines face in his hands. "Cmon. Japanese sounds good. We can get sushi and chill."

"Sounds good to me. Should I see if my Grandmother and mom are still here?" Blaine asked as Kurt moved to get ready to go.

"They left."

"How do you know?"

"Your mom and grandmother texted me." Kurt said with a flip of his head.

"Huh? Weird." Blaine was mystified that they didnt text him.

"They text me all the time sweetie. They like talking to me more than you."

"I cant believe that you talk to my mom and grandmother more than I do." Blaine was still hung up on this.

"Let it go." Kurt said as they both waited for the food to come.

"Hey Kurt?" A familiar voice from behind him cut in.

Kurt turned to find Caleb in the restaurant standing just behind him. "Caleb. Hello." Kurt responded flatly.

"I just want you to know how people raved about that outfit you created. It was unbelievable the people that came up to me. Media and designers wanted to see the outfit and photograph it. It was the hit of the show." Caleb seemed to be honest and really excited about it.

"Thank you. I got a lot of compliments on it too. We didnt stay too long after the show." Kurt tried to smile, but Caleb really created anger in him.

Caleb noticed how Blaine and Kurt were looking at him. "Id like to apologize to you and to Blaine. I know I acted like a jerk. I sometimes forget that Im a real person. When Im modeling a lot, I think I have to keep a certain persona. As a model, you cant let anyone get to you. You have to be confident and portray the object of control. Thats how you make it in the business. Always in control, always in the spotlight. Its about confidence as much as looks and body, you know."

Kurt was floored. First, because Caleb was trying to make an excuse, but second because this Caleb seemed like a totally different guy than the guy that he was the night before and the guy at the fittings. "Id like to believe you Caleb, but I guess Ive been burned too many times to take a chance."

"Kurt, I think Caleb has a point and he did apologize." Blaine was always genuinely nice. He always tried to see the good in people. Why would this be any different. Kurt was surprised at how Blaine responded. Blaine was furious, but Blaine is Blaine. Trusting and sweet. The world loved Blaine and Blaine loved the world.

"I know Blaine. Some of the things he said were unforgiveable. I just cant get past it. How can you just say, okay.... Things are cool." Kurt was clearly angry at this point. The waitress came with their food and sensed the tension. She quickly delivered the plates and moved on.

"I think everyone deserves a second chance, Kurt."

Kurt was defeated. Blaine would forever be a voice of reason in this crazy world. "Okay. I get it." He wasnt sure if he was saying that to Blaine or to Caleb at this point.

"Well, I should get going. Your food is here. Im still waiting for a table. Its nice to have a table even when you eat alone." Caleb glanced at the sushi bar area where there were single seats.

"What, no big date?" Kurt chuckled. Blaine gave him an angry look. Kurt knew he was patronizing. "Im sorry. That was rude. Well, I hope you get a table soon. We do need to get to our meals."

"Would you like to join us, Caleb?" Kurts jaw dropped as Blaine looked at him with a tip of his head. "I think it would be nice to really get to know you. The real you. There must be a real person under all of this outward act that you put on."

Caleb smiled at Blaine and then turned to Kurt. "That might not be the best idea."

Kurt shook his head in disbelief, but offered the seat. "No. Blaines right. I think you have a lot of apologizing to do and this would be a start."

"We will probably see a lot of each other since Marc Jacobs wants me to model more for them. After the hit with your outfit, they want me to wear their look. Apparently, I have the right look for the clothes line they are coming out with. I might be looking up for you too, so youll probably be fitting me for more outfits Kurt. I think we should try to start over." Caleb looked innocent enough, but Kurt wasnt going to buy it so easily.

Blaine smiled and motioned to the seat. "Have a seat. If were really going to start over, we should start from the beginning." Blaine offered his hand to Caleb. "Hi, my name is Blaine Hummel-Anderson and this is my husband Kurt."

Caleb chuckled at the formality of it all, but went along with it. "Very pleased to meet you Blaine." He turned to Kurt with an extended hand. "And you too Kurt."

Kurt shook with a very strained smile. "Pleasure..."