Kurt lay against Blaine, quiet, feeling his heartbeat ease to a more normal rate and thankful that he hadn't mentioned the tears.

"are you okay?" Blaine leaned over him, smoothing his hair from his forehead as he stared down at Kurt in concern.

The sex warrior had eased from his expression, leaving in his place a sweet and worried look.

"No. I'm dead," he muttered. "Go away until I can think again."

Blaine chuckled at that, moving his hands to Kurt�s hips as he turned him slowly to his belly.

"What are you do…," Kurt gasped as Blaine touched his tender ass, shuddering with a whiplash of pleasure he shouldn't have had the energy to feel.

"You look so beautiful baby" he said kissing one of his ass cheeks "so pink and raw, you make me so hard"

Kurt felt Blaine�s hard cock against one of his calves as his lips left a wet trail from the hollow of his back to his shoulders.

"O. My. God. are you kidding me how in the world is that possible, you just came"

Blaine gave a throaty laugh against his ear. "I've wanted you for more than ten years Kurt, now that I have you; I plan to make up for all the lost time"

"You shouldn't lie to me, Blaine" Kurt sat up slowly looking for his robe feeling self-conscious and angry

"Hey" Blaine grabbed his cheek and forced him to look into his eyes "I have been completely honest with you from the beginning"

"Ten years ago I was an awkward and weird looking teenager and you went running away from me every time we saw each other" Kurt stood up on shaky feet and tied down his robe firmly on his waist

Blaine looked at him intently "and why do you think I did that? I was so hot for you, I felt the need not to be in my own house for fear of losing it and fucking you against the nearest wall, I wanted to tie you to my bed and fuck you while you screamed my name and I wanted to lick that sweet ass, I wanted things that would have made you run away screaming, i felt like a fucking pervert, lusting after my baby sister�s friend"

To say Kurt was shocked would be the understatement of his lifetime

"I … I don't know what to say "

"You don't have to say anything baby, just please understand the fact I won't lie to you, I am not that kind of man and you know it, and next time I hear you say you weren't as stunning at 16 as you are now I will spank your ass so hard my hand will be imprinted there for days"

Kurt smiled slightly at this, only Blaine could flatter you and threaten you at the same time.

"Now come here and take of that robe you are blocking my lovely view" Blaine smiled charmingly and extended a hand for Kurt to take.

"I'm drained." he said as he cuddled against Blaine�s chest. "Can we go to bed?"

"Of course, sweetheart" The next thing he knew, Blaine was picking him up and carrying him to the bedroom.

"Blaine I'm perfectly capable of walking," Kurt insisted, even as he wound his arms around his neck and rested his head on Blaine�s shoulder.

"Yes, and I love the way you walk, hips swaying, ass swinging. Hmm . . ."

Kurt sighed. "Nice to know you watch my ass so closely."

A moment of sweet harmony flowed between them, and satisfaction settled into Blaine's belly as he laughed. "I watch your everything closely, baby. Trust me, it's my pleasure."

When they reached the bedroom Blaine left him carefully in the bed before padding into the bathroom. Seconds later Kurt heard water running and sighed at the wishful thought of a shower.

Kurt was sweaty and weak, and the thought of dragging himself from the bed was only a distant wish.

"Let's get you showered up first, then we can sleep for a while."

Blaine carried him to the shower and Kurt pouted as he set him on his feet beneath the warm spray, but the feel of the water sliding over his exhausted flesh was just too damned good to bitch over it.

"I can bathe on my own you know" Kurt said in a sleepy voice.

"I know, but I want to take care of you now." He pulled Kurt against him once more before soaping a washrag and beginning to wash him gently. "I'll take care of everything."

There was no request in his voice. It was a demand, and Kurt�s lips twitched.

He sighed. "Ella was right about you."

"How's that?"

"When she first met you, she told me you were like one of those storms that come up at sea all of a sudden. Powerful and wild. And I don't know if I can keep up, Blaine."

Blaine turned him, staring down at him with dark, wary eyes.

"I'm not asking you to keep up," he finally said softly. 'Just let me hold you through it. Unlike the storm, Kurt, I know what's precious to me. I promise not to let you drown"

"What if I can't give you what you want?"

A small smile tipped his lips. "I never had a doubt that you could give me exactly what I want and more."

"I'm so tired I won't ever consider getting pissed off at that statement, just take me to bed"

"Not yet, I like you wet" Blaine said sliding a soapy hand along his hip

"You are disgusting"

"And you are a spoilsport, but I still like you"

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It had been nearly three hours since they went to bed, in all that time Blaine hadn't been able to sleep at all, he was just to exited, to buzzed out by the events of that morning, and incredibly captivated by Kurt.

He was simply stunning, his skin pale and perfect like porcelain, but incredibly soft to the touch. His wonderful eyes were closed and framed by long eyelashes and he had a lovely blush on his cheeks, that made him look so innocent and yet sexy as hell.

Blaine was in hell; he was so turned on by Kurt

Of course he had known it would be this way, he had known that once he actually got to have him; he would only want him more.

It was as if Kurt knew his current predicament, because he chose that same moment to lift a long leg over Blaine�s hip making their erections fit together perfectly.

Making use of his legendary control he untangled himself from Kurt slowly and went to balcony to cool down, he didn't wanted to abuse Kurt�s body at least not today, today was all about Kurt about making him feel comfortable and secure around him.

After a few minutes of standing under the cool air, Blaine heard soft steps behind him; he turned around to see Kurt holding a sheet around his body, looking completely ravished.

"Hey baby, did I wake you?"

"It got kind of cold after you left" he said in a sleepy and sexy as hell voice

Blaine went to him and wrapped him in a tight hug "I'm sorry I just couldn't be there anymore"

"Oh" Kurt deflated instantly "that�s ok I mean … you don't have to cuddle me if you don't want to"

Blaine looked at him intently "why do you always have to think the worst of me?"

"But you just said …"

Blaine grabbed him by the hips and sat him on the balcony leaving them at eye level "has it occurred to you that I went off that bed, where I had you wrapped around me like a blanket, because I wanted to give you more time to recover before I take you again? i don't want to abuse that beautiful ass of yours"

"You are such a romantic" Kurt said in a tone dripping with sarcasm

"What can I say, I try" Blaine kissed him lightly on the lips before dragging him to the bedroom

"So, what now" Kurt said looking puzzled

"Now, you go and put on one of those lovely robes I brought for you and go meet me down stairs so I can feed you; ok?"

"Ok" Kurt lifted his face for a kiss, expecting to get a hard and hot one like Blaine was used to give him, but instead he got a sweet peck and a slow caress on his cheek before he went out the door and to the kitchen.

Kurt was screwed, he knew it.

This Blaine the sweet and kind one; the one people only got to see when he was with Rachel will be his down fall.

Kurt might be able to contain his feeling for the strong and domineering Blaine; but this Blaine ….

Before he could even think about what he was doing he had the phone in his hand and was dialing Ella�s number

After a few rings she picked up sounding exhausted

"You better be calling me to tell me you were abducted by aliens otherwise I might never forgive for not answering your dam phone"

"I'm sorry E, is just that, Blaine is here"

"Oh …Please tell me you're going to make the world a favor and let him fuck you? Even though you should probably be aware of the fact that he is a walking time bomb and once he gets a hold of you he won't let go"

Kurt blew out a relieved breath. "Well, at least you didn't call him a walking dick as usually"

Ella laughed, though the sound was quiet, and filled with amusement. "He is a walking hard-on, sweetie, but that can at least be useful."

"I know" Kurt moaned "I slept with him"

"Oh God … no, wait a second. Slept with him as in it was cold and we warmed each other? Because when it comes to you two one can never know"

Kurt whined loudly at this "no, as in he fucked me so hard I kind of passed out for a second"

"Are you ok Kurtsie? I can sense we are not so happy about this. Should I go grab my surgery kit and prepare to chop off Blaine�s dick?"

"What? NO, I'm fine… I think … I...god I don't know"

"Ok, spill it out Hummel what happened"

"I … well …its actually a long story, but mainly we had sex, it was intense, and now he is weird" Kurt let out an exasperated sigh

"Weird how? I mean is he forcing you into something? I can be there in two hours, I'm a doctor; no one will ever know it was us"

Kurt laughed at this "let�s take that as a backup plan"

"You never let me have any fun"

"E, I'm serious here"

"SORRY, how weird are we talking about?

"He gave me a bath, then he stared at me for like an hour, while I was pretending to sleep; and now he�s cooking for me. He�s Rachel Blaining me"

"Oh god you are right. He�s a freak, you should call the police"

"E"

"Come on Kurt what do you want me to say. That seems perfectly normal for me, in fact I'm incredibly jealous; he�s being sweet and kind"

"Exactly"

"I'm sorry I fail to get your point, why the hell are you complaining?"

"This is Blaine we are talking about he is supposed to be domineering and not sweet at all, I mean he promised me a week of sex, not kindness"

"OK… you�ll tell me that whole week story later. Look sweetie, I doubt he promised to be an asshole, and last time I checked dominant men are still men, and if you find a decent one he is going to want to take care of you"

"But this isn't supposed to be like this, he is supposed to be cold and you know bossy"

"Should you be glad he is a decent human being and not a weird fucking machine"

"You don�t get it E, this is going to make everything harder"

"Why?"

"Because when he is like this I can actually believe he cares"

"Of course he cares; come on Kurt use your brain; he is an incredibly sexy man don't you think he can have anyone he wants, but he�s been chasing you for years now. You don't do that just for sex"

"I love him, E. I mean I've tried to denied it but …"

"I know sweetie, but I can't convince you that he feels the same, that is something you should resolve together; but if I were you, I would enjoy this time, make the best out it, make sure he knows I'm worth the wait, and even if in the end we part ways I would at least know that I was brave enough to do something"

"Fuck… I hate being this insecure mess"

"Then don't, come on Hummel live a little, let go of whatever fear you have and have fun, if you don't think this can go further than a week, what can you possibly have to lose. You already love him, either way you are going to get heartbroken, but at least have this week, and make sure it�s memorable, make sure it get�s imprinted on Blaine�s brain. "

"You better have a pitcher of margaritas ready for when I get home"

"And lot�s of Carbs"

"and don't forget Barbra"

"Blasphemy, how can I forget Barbra?"

"I love you, E"

"I know sweetie, are you going to be ok?"

"Honestly I don't know, but you are right, if I go today or tomorrow I will still feel miserable; at least if I stay I will feel miserable for something I enjoyed at the moment"

"Not exactly the cheerful Kurt I know and love, but I'll take it, now go to your man, and make sure he knows how good he�s got it"

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Blaine had a plan for the week.

A simple plan that consisted of just one thing. Showing Kurt how their future could be.

He could only hope Kurt was willing to accept his actions with an open mind…and a nonviolent attitude.

As if he'd conjured him from his thoughts, the Kitchen door opened. Blaine look towards the door, smiling at the sight of him, he looked damned good, as usual. He'd changed into a dark blue robe that seemed almost indecent on him; he looked ready for whatever was to come. Blaine was half tempted to say fuck dinner and get right to dessert, but he had to stick to the plan if he wanted to make sure this week was memorable.

"Come in baby"

"Actually Blaine" he said nervously "I'm leaving"

Blaine�s smile slowly dissolved as he stared at Kurt in confusion. What the hell was he talking about?

"No, you are not…" He faltered, unsure of what to say, dam it he wanted to give him sweet Blaine today. Why did Kurt have to fight him every step of the way.

"Got you." Kurt laughed.

"I'm going to punish later for that"

"It was worth it, you should have seen your face."

"Did it look anything like this?" Blaine narrowed his eyes and frowned.

"No, more like…" Kurt's eyes widened and his mouth fell open as if in stupor.

"I've never looked that way in my life," Blaine protested, though he didn't doubt his interpretation at all.

"Think that."

"No, I know that." Acting quickly, he reached out, grabbed Kurt�s arm, and pulled. When he was flush against his body, Blaine landed one quick, stingy smack to his ass, causing him to cry out in a mixture of amusement and mock outrage. "Brat."

"Bully."

Blaine undulated his hips a bit so Kurt could feel the outline of his cock through his pants. "you shouldn't tempt me baby, after all you don't want me to burn dinner, do you?"

"I like my food a little Cajun."

"There's Cajun and there's the seared taste of Teflon."

"Point taken" Kurt rose on his tiptoes and planted a quick kiss on Blaine; he headed right over to the stove and began to lift the lid off the simmering pot.

"Hey, now," he chastised from behind. "Haven't you heard the old saying that too many cooks spoil the meal?"

"I'm just peeking."

"You want to peek." Blaine picked him up, grinning as he squealed, and sat him down on the tan granite counter next to the built-in stove. "Do it from over here."

"You have to warn a guy when you're going to do something like that."

"Now where's the fun in that?" He shot Kurt a little wink before walking away. He retrieved a wineglass from the cabinet and rinsed it out. After drying it out, he filled it with the same burgundy wine he knew Kurt loved.

When he handed it to him, Kurt took a sip and smiled in appreciation. "My favorite"

"I know"

Kurt looked confused "how could you"

"Come on baby, how many times have we dined together" he said, slightly offended. "I'm supposed to remember things like that."

Kurt was pretty sure he was melting now. DAM YOU BLAINE

He smiled weakly "Thank you"

"And you think I can't be romantic" he grinned widely

Kurt rolled his eyes "I never said that"

"No, you just implied the shit out of it"

"Are you ever going to let me live that down?"

He tilted his head to the side and pondered his question…for all of three seconds. "Maybe in another twenty to thirty years."

"That's a high number?"

"What can I say? I�m good at holding grudges"

His answer seemed to intrigue Kurt. "Are you now?"

"Hmm." Afraid he might say too much, Blaine walked over to the refrigerator. After depositing the vegetables next to him, he retrieved the cutting board and knife and began to prepare the salad.

As he chopped, Kurt filched, munching almost as quickly as Blaine cut. When the warning glares failed to deliver the results he'd been aiming for, he thumped him on the knee. "Hey, leave some for the salad, why don't you?"

"You're no fun. I can't look in the pot; I can't eat my veggies. I don't get to do anything here," he teased good-naturedly.

"That's right. I'm the boss here baby."

"Hmm, I kind of like the sound of that." Pitching his voice high, he blinked his eyelashes madly. "Poor me, what does my kinky boss have in store for me?"

Blaine chuckled wickedly. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"I can't wait to find out."

"Well, dinner is almost ready, so why don't you set the table?" Blaine said in a strained voice.

Kurt laughed and hopped down off the counter. This was fun.

Following his instructions, Kurt gathered the dishes and quickly set the table as he made the final touches to dinner. He brought the serving dishes to the table and opened the lid with a flourish.

"Spaghetti. The one thing I actually know how to cook from scratch."

"Check you out, Anderson." Kurt leaned forward and took a deep breath in. "Smells delicious. I can't wait."

"Then don't. Dig in."

And they did, but during the course of the meal it became increasingly obvious they brought more than their appetite for food to the table. They brought their hunger for conversation with one another. Time ceased to exist as they talked, laughed, and flirted with one another. By the time they decided to leave the table, two hours had passed.

With the two of them working together, the kitchen was cleaned up in no time. Blaine was surprised at how easily they fell into domesticity, it didn't bother him. In fact, he found the thought very satisfying.

He however had one more surprise up his sleeve, refilling their wineglasses he handed them to Kurt.

"Why don't you take these out to the fireplace and pick a movie out of the black leather case on the coffee table? I'll bring the dessert."

"Mmm, dessert." Kurt hummed appreciatively. "What is it?"

"It's a surprise, now scoot."

Kurt eyed him for a moment and headed into the living room. He could hear him fiddling with the gas ignition. Opening the refrigerator, he pulled out the chocolate cake. He knew Kurt was a huge fan of chocolate, and because he'd wanted to make this evening a special one in every way, he'd ordered one for him, instead of trying to make one. He wanted Kurt to spend the night lounging over him, not the toilet.

Blaine turned off the lights in the kitchen and headed toward the warm glow of the living room. The fire was not too large, enough to warm and bathe the room in a subdued light. Kurt was reclining in front of the fire on the couch with his shoes kicked off and the DVD remote in his hand.

He looked so right there, as if he fit into the house as much as he wanted him to fit into his life.

Kurt smiled when he saw him, but when he caught sight of the cake, a moan escaped him.

"Oh God."

"The key to a man's heart – chocolate cake."

"It's not the key, but it's a very good start." He said smiling widely

Blaine handed him the plate and sat down next to him. When the menu for Toy Story popped up, he laughed. Of all the movies in his vast collection, Blaine would have never guessed he'd pick that one.

"What?" he asked in the face of his amusement. "This is a good movie."

"I know. I own it."

"Good point." he took a bite of his cake before speaking again. "You know, this is not exactly how I thought we'd spend the evening."

"Any complaints?"

"Not yet" he smiled.

That wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear, but he�ll take it. It hadn't been his intention for their week together to be strictly about sex.

He wanted to show Kurt that there was more to them than sexual attraction. And from the looks of things, he was getting there.

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Kurt was fighting a lost battle with desire. And hour into the movie the sexual tension was like a smothering blanket between them. As though they had never touched, never been intimate, as though the power of the anticipation for it was suddenly as strong as it had been the day before.

How the fuck could that happen they just had sex for crying out loud.

They were wrapped around each other one of Blaine�s hands sliding slowly almost like a whisper on Kurt�s belly.

Fuck… Kurt was praying for that hand to slid lower and wrap around his cock. He couldn't keep the moan that came out of his lips at the idea.

"What�s wrong baby, do you need something" Blaine said softly at his ear

That fucking bastard why did he had to be so dam sexy.

"Nothing"

"You sure baby" Blaine moved his hand slowly until it rested near the head of Kurt�s hard on

Kurt was sure his lip was bleeding; he couldn't help it, his body was screaming for Blaine to fuck him, the words almost spilling out of his mouth.

Fuck what was wrong with him, when had he become such a horny teenager

Kurt untangled himself from Blaine "I'm going to go upstairs for a second"

"Why?"

"I just need something from the bedroom" he was not going to look at Blaine; if he did Kurt was sure he was going to lose it.

Blaine looked at him intently "should I stop the movie?"

"NO… I won't take long"

He escaped to his bedroom, locked the door clumsily behind him and stood against it, breathing raggedly. He was flushed, heated, his body tingling.

He hated it. .

His fists clenched as he felt his cock grow harder by the second as he remembered the events of this morning, the sound of Blaine�s dark, velvet voice that stroked over his senses as his cock plunged heatedly into his body.

How was he supposed to maintain his control this way?

He pressed his fists to his stomach, fighting the driving, insidious images that pounded at his brain.

His hand raised to his throbbing chest as the ache in his nipples seemed to only grow. He felt his cock leaking cream furiously, spilling the thick essence along his bare flesh.

Sebastian had started his habit of waxing there. It was one of the few things he had taught Kurt that he was thankful for.

Until now

Now, the incredible sensitivity of his skin was a curse. He could feel his come, hot and slick, coating his flesh as they eased from his cock, and it only made him ache more.

He hadn't even touched him sexually and already Kurt could think of nothing but his touch moving over his skin, his hands stroking his cock, spanking him… Kurt whimpered.

Fuck, Kurt tore desperately at his clothes to remove them. He was too hot, too aroused to go to him like this. If he didn't find relief, no matter how minute, he would burn in flames of desire if Blaine so much as brushed against him.

Kurt searched in one of his bags for his slender, slim line vibrator he had purchased years ago and picked up from the bedside table Blaine�s bottle of lube.

The soft, supple latex of his vibrator flexed in his palm as he stretched out on his bed. It wasn't thick or long, nothing compared to Blaine�s cock, but it didn't matter he needed something inside him, needed the pressure and the stretch, the pain.

Kurt prepared his body, leaving his asshole wet and sticky. His dick was swollen, so large and sensitive he gasped as he circled it with the head of the slender dildo. Kurt eased the control switch on the vibration up, shuddering as the device began to hum.

He couldn't still his gasp of breath as he slid it into the hungry opening of his ass. His muscles closed on it, relishing in the hum, but still greedy for more. He pushed it deeper, feeling the sensitive tissue part for the invader.

Kurt writhed on the bed, his eyes clenched tightly closed as the fingers of his other hand gripped one his cock on a tight fist.

He couldn't groan, he told himself. He couldn't cry out his name as he had done since seeing him at the wedding. His mind formed the image. Blaine�s body hard and muscular, his cock thick and long as it pushed inside him.

His control weakened as a small whimper escaped his throat. It wasn't going to be enough.

Oh God, he could feel it, the weakness of his body, the incredible arousal searing his nerve endings.

He would never achieve a climax hard enough to still the raging pain.

"Let me help you, Kurt." The words were like a splash of cold water.