That dinner went easily through only made Blaine more nervous. He had expected troubles already from the beginning, or at least sharp glances or raised eyebrows – but they never came. Even through dessert the atmosphere was light and everyone was chatty. His mom was thrilled to see Kurt again, and as always Kurt was polite and sweet as ever. Blaine lightly held Kurt's hand on the table between them, and when Marilyn came over and requested to sit in Kurt's lap he eagerly welcomed her. It wasn't until people had got up for drinks and mingling it all started – and Blaine had only been waiting with nerves on his sleeves.

He and Kurt were standing by the fireplace, Blaine with a glass of whiskey and Kurt with a glass of water (- they had agreed that alcohol probably wasn't the best idea for Kurt since they would already be on spot from Cooper and Sebastian, and adding alcohol to their list of wrongs was not the way to go). They were talking to Blaine's cousin, Rick, about a new facility he had bought for his chain of gyms when suddenly they were ambushed.

"I'm sorry, Rick, but we would like to have a word with my brother and his... plus one," Cooper said when he and Sebastian approached them.

Since everyone in the family knew about Cooper and Blaine's occasional issues with each other their cousin smiled at Kurt and Blaine, squeezed Kurt's wrist with a "Welcome to the family" under his breath before he continued to the rest of the party.

"Plus one? Since when is a partner referred to as a plus one? I don't recall you ever doing that about your sidekick," Blaine babbled out before he could bite his tongue. He was a bit too eager in emphasizing all the right words, snapping his tongue in dissatisfaction.

"Blaine, it's okay. We get it: you're sick of us asking you to settle down. You have your message across perfectly fine. But please don't use Kurt as a piece in your game. You can't toy with his emotions like that," Sebastian said and Cooper was nodding in agreement next to him. This was clearly planned, twisted and turned between them to get their way.

Blaine was boiling with anger. That was a new low even for them. What if Kurt thought they were right? That he was only using Kurt as a prop to send a message, make a statement. Blaine worked himself up and was just about to throw back in their faces when he was abruptly stopped from an angle he hadn't expected.

"Excuse me? I appreciate your concern – but then again I do not. I can take care of myself perfectly well, thank you very much," Kurt snapped and took a step closer to Blaine whose hand he immediately grasped in his own.

"You don't know him! All of his life he's always been 'All About Blaine'. That's what he does. He's my baby brother and I love him, but he is loose and narcissistic – he doesn't care who goes down, because he has long off shut his feelings away. But it's fine. You're still so young. You can just walk away from him now and you will still have years ahead of you to find someone your own age who will actually have feelings for you as well," Cooper said sympathetically to Kurt, but mostly seeming like he was thinking about Kurt as a silly school girl who had no grip on the world whatsoever.

"I am shocked! Surely it's you who doesn't know him at all. Maybe if you spent a little more time listening to what he has to say and paid a little more attention to his feelings he wouldn't roll his eyes whenever he so much as thinks of you. If anyone here is self-absorbed and narcissistic it's you, trying to force others into adjusting to your norms. But newsflash: I love Blaine, and Blaine loves me back – and I don't give a snap about other guys my age because they're ignorant," Kurt retorted firmly and squeezed Blaine's hand even tighter.

Cooper looked like he had been slapped in the face. Sebastian on the other hand looked slightly impressed. However, all Blaine could do was grin broadly and proudly at Kurt who blushed from this sudden attention. Surely Kurt could stand up for himself, Blaine had always known that.

"You're just a kid. You don't know any better," Cooper started saying, but now Blaine had enough.

"Would you stop calling him a kid? Sebastian was only 14 when you met, and he barely 15 when you started dating, so cut acting all holy about it," Blaine reminded him sharply.

"But there's a difference between five and sixteen years difference, Blaine," Sebastian said, but looked like he wasn't as confident in his case as he used to be.

"You know what? I'm done having this argument with you. I admit that I don't know where this is going, but frankly I don't really care. I just know that I am with Kurt and I... love – Kurt. And you can't change my mind. So let's just stop here. I don't want this to get in the way of me seeing Marilyn, but I don't wanna talk to you about anything as long as you have that attitude. Come on, Kurt -" Blaine exclaimed and led Kurt away, through the room.

Blaine walked to sit on the couch, needing a moment to get calmed back down to earth. Kurt was chewing on his lower lip and playing with the hem of the kilt he was wearing. All night it had made Blaine crazy with the thought of the possibilities this piece of clothing held for them, but right now he could only think about how angry he was. He would never forgive Cooper for crossing the line with Kurt like that.

"Heeeey. Kurt and Uncle Blaine. Do you wanna see my kitten?" Marilyn beamed as she came running over to them with the iPad Blaine had given her.

("Why would you give her an iPad? We told you not to spoil her. She's only 4, Blaine!" Cooper exclaimed and clenched his jaw.

"Because she had fun playing with mine over Thanksgiving. She's not gonna break it and she's not gonna get herself into something bad. She's way smarter than you give her credit for," Blaine sighed in response. He had known this would happen, and he had honestly considered to tell her to let the device stay in her room at his place, but he thought that would just be mean, and then she might as well just have stuck to playing with his.

"You can't just let her get used to rolling around in all of those crazy expensive brands just because you will never have kids yourself. Don't come here and ruin our daughter. We've told you over and over again!"

"I am not ruining her. On the contrary I'm trying to get some culture and creativity into the girl. Lord knows she doesn't get any from you. I put a bunch of books in the kindle app and a lot of coloring and drawing apps in there as well so she can be allowed to express herself. Don't rob her of expressing herself. Don't kill her artistic spirit.")

"Sure, bunny. Come here," Blaine beamed and let all anger and worries rush away to keep them from affecting the girl.

She sat down between them and adjusted herself before she started flipping through an endless stream of pictures of a black and white cat thrown into various adventures involving house plants, blankets and houses made of Lego.

It was nice to listen to her joyful spirit and Blaine felt himself relax slowly as her tales went on. He petted her dark curls running down her back and couldn't help smiling from the sight of Kurt's enthusiasm and engagement in the story of a cat wearing a doll's dress.

After she finished she was yawning and bobbing her head up and down as she tried keeping her eyes open. It was around eight and surely it was soon the time she would normally be put to bed on the weekends. When Blaine's mom noticed she asked if he would take her to sleep in her room – because of course the princess also had her own room at her grandmother's.

There was no need for convincing as Blaine scooped her into his arms and carried her upstairs. Kurt was straight behind him which pleased Blaine very much. They hadn't seen each other since Marilyn was spending the weekend with them, so he was aching to get Kurt closer and alone for just one minute. He had been busy with work and been at a lot of events where Kurt had called him up the next day with pride in his voice after having seen pictures of him on his favorite fashion boards online. Other than that they had communicated through texts and occasional Skype dates that only left the need to actually feel Kurt a lot stronger.

They put her to bed and kissed her goodnight before leaving her room in silence. They quietly closed the door, but when Kurt headed for the stairs Blaine stopped him.

"I'm sorry about them. Downstairs. They're idiots," Blaine apologized.

"It's not your fault. It's fine. You did nothing wrong. Let's just forget about them," Kurt smiled and turned back towards the stairs but Blaine pulled him back.

"Just a moment – I just want you to myself for a bit," he asked and kissed Kurt's upper lip as Kurt's mouth cracked in a grin.

"Mhm, and you can't wait until we leave?" Kurt teased and trapped Blaine's tongue between his lips.

"No. Besides... I'm pretty sure you chose that outfit with the sole purpose of killing me in public," Blaine choked out and felt his pants tighten when Kurt's kilt grazed his fingers.

"Blaine – we're at your mom's party! Behave a little..." Kurt giggled but kissed him nonetheless.

"Alright. Sure. That just means I can save more up for later -"

"You're terrible! Well, aren't you gonna give me a tour of your childhood home? Last time we were here you weren't exactly the president of my fanclub," Kurt grinned and straightened his tie and shirt.

"Hey. I wasn't that bad – and I very much enjoyed our time together. You know, I've never come as hard as you make me," Blaine whispered directly into Kurt's ear before teasing his moist breath over Kurt's earlobe, the boy shivering in his arms. Mission accomplished.

"I don't know about a tour, but I can show you my old room. Will that work for you?" He said and backed away before slowly walking down the hall towards the room he grew up in. He stopped in front of the door at the end of the long carpet and waited for Kurt to join him before he opened the door.

"Wow! That's impressive. The second I move out I'm sure my dad will turn my room into a guestroom or something..." Kurt said when Blaine turned on the lights.

His parents had kept his room like it had been when he moved out. They hadn't touched a thing except for when the maid had been cleaning once a month. Other than that no one had been there except for Blaine if he had to pick something up.

The room wasn't too big. His bed was centered at the back wall with a desk by the window and a dresser on the opposite wall. There was a setup for his TV and stereo and other than that the room was decorated with elegant striped wallpaper, the closet with his old school uniforms and a chair where his old schoolbag was swung as if he had just come from school a few hours ago. A few pictures were on the walls and the blinds were halfway down.

"So this was where you took your fucks back then -" Kurt mused as he walked around the room to take in the details, strolling his fingers over the cotton of the bedspread.

"Here? No – I don't take guys home. I go to their place so I can get out before they get their clothes back on," Blaine blurted out. Force of habit, possibly.

"You took me to your place," Kurt pointed out and looked at a shelf of trophies.

"Yeah. I did. But you were special -"

"Wait – does that mean that... this room is virgin?" Kurt asked, mouth ajar in amusement as he turned on his heel to lock his eyes on Blaine.

"It sure does..." Blaine said awkwardly, not really knowing what to do. Kurt had seen his room, now they could go back downstairs and be polite and social until they could see a chance to get out and go back to his place so they could be naked.

Kurt nodded with a pensive look, but quickly snapped out of it and returned to his original task of exploring Blaine's old bedroom. The room where he hadn't had anymore sex than with his right hand – but a lot of that, should be added. Kurt picked up a picture of Marilyn that was standing on the desk. Blaine had completely forgotten that his mom had put that picture in his old room. It seemed so silly, but when he once in a while had stayed at her house it had felt nice to have some boost from the present when he was trapped in the past.

He walked over next to Kurt and kissed his neck, hoping he could remind him that their purpose was to be allowed to go home as early as possible and that wouldn't happen as long as they were hiding in his old room.

"You know, I really love the way you are with Marilyn. She always makes you so happy. You turn so daddy-like and let go off yourself in a way you don't usually let yourself do. Even with me," Kurt smiled and sat the photo back down before he turned around to face Blaine.

"When you let loose you're sexy, you know that," he whispered and let his screamingly azure eyes flicker between Blaine's, making his throat go dry and his tongue as well.

"So – you think I would be a sexy daddy?" Blaine played along, cocking his chin a little up. Sometimes, especially in times like these, it was a huge trial for him that he and Kurt were the same height – he needed to be taller, able to feel like he was the one in charge, but for some reason Kurt kept challenging his power in all possible ways.

"I always think you're sexy, daddy -" Kurt breathed out with flushed cheeks and the corners of his mouth twitching but he wasn't so much as blinking.

"I think we better go downstairs so we can make up an excuse for why we have to leave early," Blaine declared with a nod and turned to head for the door. When he was there with hand on the doorknob he stopped since he hadn't heard Kurt follow him.

"Are you coming? I wanna fuck you so bad when we get home," he groaned out with a need as his boxers slowly turned tighter.

"Why don't you just fuck me here?" Kurt asked, his voice suddenly different.

When Blaine turned around he nearly lost balance. He really hadn't seen that coming, he had figured that Kurt was just teasing him.

Either way Kurt was sitting on the desk with spread legs, one foot resting on the chair so his long, pale legs with calves covered in black leather of his laced up boots and naked, smooth thighs were completely exposed, while his kilt had slid a little up and was now giving Blaine perfect view of his purple briefs where he was teasing his index finger around the elastic band by his thigh.

"Kurt..."

Stupidly enough that was all Blaine could get out. If this wasn't hotter than any fantasy he had ever made up in this room as a teenager he could just as well go die. It didn't make it any easier to deal with that Kurt was biting his lower lip and sending him smoldering glances filled with lust and challenge.

"Come fuck me... daddy -" Kurt said, his voice low and innocent, new and pure making Blaine's clothes feel way too tight and the temperature way too hot.

Blaine fumbled with his hand behind him to find the key so he could lock the door, but there was nothing to find, so he figured it didn't matter and was across the floor in a few, long steps just as Kurt had eased his finger under the fabric of his underwear and was visibly running his finger up and down his slit, a damp spot on the dark clothing already a clear evidence that this certainly wasn't simple teasing.

He put his hand on Kurt's knee and watched as it slowly slid down the smooth skin of his thigh, towards where his wrist was moving between his legs. He could feel Kurt's eyes locked on him and sense that he was trying to keep his breathing low, but a slight panting still escaped and increased the further down Blaine's hand came.

"Oh – I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you so hard, baby -" Blaine said softly, but abruptly grabbed Kurt's wrist and yanked his hand out of his underwear, causing Kurt to give a tiny whine.

"Sweet baby... that's a bad thing. You don't wanna be bad, do you? Let me teach you what's good," Blaine continued and grabbed around the waistband of Kurt's underwear.

With a knowing grin Kurt hoisted himself off the desk with palms solidly planted on the wood so Blaine could pull down the fabric and let it drop to the rug under his feet. After that it only took seconds before Kurt had Blaine's pants and boxers shoved down around his thighs, his cock bouncing proudly out, hard and needy.

As Blaine crashed his mouth onto Kurt's he could feel Kurt's hand working around him already, purposely letting the tip of his head graze over his folds every now and then. With every stroke of Kurt's tongue around his own Kurt changed the speed of his hand, occasionally letting the tip of his index finger take a stroll down the vein on the underside of his shaft, making Blaine's head swim.

With the thought that people probably was starting to wonder where they were Blaine ran three fingers up and down Kurt's open cunt, wetting his fingers and Kurt's entire sex before plunging two fingers directly into the heat. Kurt squeezed tightly around him with a whimper, his legs still spread wide with a foot resting on the chair and his hand working around his dick, cupping around his head on every other upstroke to warm and wet everything in the cave of his palm.

Blaine kept his fingers crooked and stroking over Kurt's g-spot every time he pumped his fingers in and out of him, making him whine into Blaine's mouth. He could feel that Kurt had to struggle to keep his legs open as all muscles in his body flexed when Blaine let his thumb up to rest on his wet, taut clitoris so it rubbed over it with every movement he made.

"Just fuck me. Come on, Blaine – shit! Before people start looking for us," Kurt groaned against Blaine's face, his wrist angling and making pre-come smear over his arm.

"Not until you tell daddy that you'll be a good boy for him," Blaine grinned, his lips smearing spit and moistening breath over Kurt's smooth cheek. He nearly chuckled from the twitch Kurt did followed by a whine when Blaine thrust his finger extra deep and pressed harder on his clit. He had no idea where this suddenly came from, but he couldn't stop thinking about how hot Kurt had been pretending to be so innocent and sweet – tickling Blaine's knowledge about how dirty and filthy he really could be when he wanted to.

"Seriously? Daddy-kink? Blaine -" Kurt asked, his voice broken and jumping in pitch with the rhythm of Blaine's moving fingers.

"Come on. Are you gonna be a good boy for me? I can just stop -" Blaine threatened and stopped the moving of his fingers and dragged them out, Kurt crying in objection.

"No. No, please. Fuck me, daddy. I'm your good boy. Please just fuck me. I need your cock so bad, daddy -" he moaned, a pool of spit desperately caught on his swollen lower lip and his eyes glassy with frustration and need.

Kurt had stopped moving his hand and was now just holding it tightly around his cock, as he arched his back and let his pussy seek for it. Blaine nearly wished that he had a fucking camera to take a picture of how goddamn hot he looked with a lock of caramel hair escaped down his forehead and his cheeks flushed from his raising pulse – and those words.

Never had he even considered the possibility of having a kink like that, but apparently Kurt flamed up stuff in him that he didn't even knew about himself, because when he had seen him sitting on that desk, mixed with that innocent voice with a hint of a needy moan under the surface he was unsure when it was the last time he had been so hard. It was simply everything about the scenario and he couldn't believe that he had actually considered walking away and let it wait for later.

"Good. My sweet baby. I'll let you have daddy's dick now," Blaine groaned and locked his hand around Kurt's on his cock so they together could guide his head to Kurt's gaping cunt, the heat hitting him hard and addictive before they removed their hands so he could push in.

"Yesss, Blaine – yes," Kurt whined against Blaine's face and locked his arms around his neck.

"So warm and wet, honey..." Blaine cooed and let his lips graze lightly over Kurt's for a chaste kiss, struggling to keep calm and not just let his animalistic needs take over.

He let his one hand around to support on the lower of Kurt's back, sneaking under his shirt that he knew Kurt would be sad about how much it would reek of sweat when they were finished, but he couldn't care less about that stuff at the moment, so he made a mental note to make sure to take Kurt's outfit to the dry-cleaner along with his own. His other hand was sliding from Kurt's knee and down his thigh to Kurt's ass before sliding it back up his leg so he could lift his leg and wrap it around his waist, Kurt groaning from the new angle Blaine's cock reached inside of him, and to know that he had just spread Kurt's juices down his leg made his head spin out of control.

With a new and firm grasp on Kurt's ass cheek Blaine slowly pulled his hips backwards, feeling the way Kurt was already gripping around his shaft, so close to coming that the mere thought of fucking Kurt into orgasm on the desk of his childhood room made his own stomach twirl.

They didn't have time for going slow, so Blaine went directly into thrusting a fast and steady rhythm into Kurt's wet pussy. He could hear the slippery sounds filling the closed space between their pelvises and when he looked down to see his cock flushed and glistening from Kurt's insides, pumping in and out with Kurt's lips following the movements, hugging wetly around him – he nearly lost balance and returned his gaze to Kurt who had thrown his head back.

Heavy breathing interrupted by whimpers and moans fell from Kurt's mouth, his teeth having a desperate grip on his lower lip. Blaine leaned closer, making his shaft barely move out out Kurt as he thrust into him and kissed over his exposed throat.

"You're so fucking good. More, please -" Kurt breathed out in a begging voice as he let his head loll forwards to catch Blaine's mouth, his tongue swirling slippery around in his mouth.

Blaine smiled and pressed his hand a little harder on Kurt's back, loving how Kurt had started to roll his hips on the desk, his inner walls squeezing insistingly for orgasm. His hand on Kurt's ass was slipping over the sweaty skin, so he grabbed hard, his manicured nails digging into the skin of his crack, middle finger teasing over his hole and damn if he didn't just wish that he could just reach a little further and push it in.

"Baby... yes, baby I'm so close – so close," he grunted as his teeth clashed against Kurt's when he realized the heat slicking through his veins with direction of his balls.

"Don't ask, just do it – dammit, Blaine!" Kurt complained and his breathing started hitching the way it always did when he was just at the edge, his finger grasping frustrated around his back for leverage but it was impossible to get a proper hold of the smooth fabric of Blaine's blazer, so he curled his fingers up, his knuckles painful against Blaine's spine.

Blaine's hips were crashing relentlessly against the back of Kurt's thighs, he angled his hips to make his thrust go upwards every time he thrust in and he knew immediately that he had hit right as Kurt's pussy clammed down, vacuuming around his cock and Kurt pressed his face against his neck where a bead of sweat had just rolled from his hairline to the collar of his shirt.

"Yes, yes, yes, don't stop, Blaine -" he mewled against Blaine's salty skin, the sound so broken and sated that the heat was rolling around in his belly, pushing itself towards his crotch.

"God, Kurt... I love you so much. Yes..." Blaine moaned as he differenced his speed, mushing his mouth against Kurt's ear, with the feeling of Kurt's pussy releasing a float of juices around his dick through the tensed muscles inside of him.

It only took him a moment of the feeling of Kurt's juices heating around his shaft and head, Kurt's weak moans into his neck and a few more thrust into his warmth before he came with erratic motions of his hips slipping against Kurt's skin. His knees threatened to betray him as he felt every single pulsing from his balls through his shaft to fill up Kurt, and he couldn't stop a cascade of "oh god, Kurt" streaming from his mouth into Kurt's ear.

His breathing was out of control. Kurt's as well. Kurt's face was still pressed into his neck, and his was still buried in Kurt's hair. After a moment Kurt started ghosting his lips over Blaine's skin before he moved his head up to press a kiss against Blaine's mouth.

"Mhm, I love you too -" Kurt smiled, his voice light from his still heaving lungs.

"Fuck that was good!" Blaine grunted, afraid to move.

Kurt's eyes rolled back in his head before he blinked rapidly a few times, forcing himself to meet Blaine's eyes again. A broad grin was filling his face and his fingers were slowly trying to straightened out on Blaine's back.

"That was... what was that?" Kurt asked with scrunched nose and a raised eyebrow.

"Don't blame me. You started it -"

"Fuck. Oh god... we have nothing to clean up with," Kurt suddenly remembered and squeezed his eyes shut.

"Shit... wait, I have an idea," Blaine declared with a smirk and took a firm grasp of both of Kurt's thighs, holding his legs safely apart.

"What are you gonna do? You're not gonna use clothes. You just can't do that, Blaine," Kurt said scared.

"I thought you knew me better than that. I'm disappointed. Just... relax and enjoy the ride, doll-face." He nudged his nose against Kurt's cheek and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth before he let his hand down to grab around the root of his cock.

Slowly he pulled himself out, doing his best to hold as much of the come safe inside Kurt's pussy, but it was hard with Kurt moaning and squirming on the desk in front of him, but Blaine was quickly on his knees, his hand clasped over Kurt's labia.

"Blaine, what are you do – oooooh, fuck!"

Blaine had removed his hand and licked a broad stripe from Kurt's perineum to his hole and all the way to his clit. He swallowed down the come that had landed on his tongue and let it back out to lick back up Kurt's sex.

Kurt's fingers rushed into his hair with a moan of "Blaine, Blaine!" and Blaine couldn't help grinning from the sound and feeling. He knew Kurt had to be sensitive, but it didn't hold him back from plunging his tongue into his heat where he was still tight and flexed after his orgasm. Blaine sucked around the rim framing his tongue and use his tongue to shovel the come into his mouth.

"I'm gonna come again... Oh shit," Kurt whined as Blaine let his tongue down to tease around Kurt's asshole before letting his mouth back to lock his lips around Kurt's pussy hole and suck with the tip of his tongue teasing lightly around.

"Don't ask, just do it -" Blaine retorted with a crooked smile and nipped at Kurt's clit before he let his hand up so he could massage two fingers against the nub while he let his tongue into his hole, flicking it around the walls, licking and tasting every centimeter inside of him.

"Holy – ugh, so gooood," Kurt cried out and he squirted into Blaine's mouth, Blaine sucking it all up and swallowing it all, a little thicker than usual from being mixed with the rest of Blaine's come, but it only made it so much better, and he eagerly sucked and swallowed and needed it all, feeling like he was drinking up every drop of fluid Kurt's body held.

With a heavy thump Kurt fell backwards on the desk, his fingers sliding out of Blaine's curls and as Blaine made his tongue soft and wide run a last trip up his abused cunt he whimpered from oversensitivity.

Blaine pressed a last kiss to Kurt's clit and to each of his thighs before he fought himself back to his feet. He wouldn't even dare thinking about how messy he had to be looking, but the sight of Kurt boneless and wanton on the desk where he used to do his homework made up for it. His legs were still spread wide, a little bit of come had painted a vague stripe of white down one of his boots and his kilt was rolled to lie thick on his pelvis.

He took a few steps forward to lean down so he could press a kiss to Kurt's lips, and Kurt responded by pressing back, his hands resting mindlessly on Blaine's shoulders – but they were ripped out of the bliss with a knock on the door.

"Blaine? Kurt? Are you in here? You've been gone for over an hour -" Sebastian's voice sounded and Kurt went stiff under his body.

Panicking he pushed Blaine to stand up so he could sit up himself and clear desperation spread in his eyes and over his face that only a minute ago had been relaxed with ecstasy and a vague dopey smile.

"We're... just a minute and we'll be right down. Go away," Blaine called back to him and started to rush his pants back on before he dropped to his knees to find Kurt's underwear. Kurt ripped the fabric out of his hands and had them back on way faster than Blaine could ever have thought possibly.

"Oh come on – it's a family party," Sebastian complained from outside the door.

Kurt was back on the floor, struggling to make his clothes fit properly around his body but Blaine knew that no matter what he said in that situation Kurt would never believe him, so he settled to adjusting his own clothes and check it for stains.

"I think he left. It's okay. Just take it easy. You look just as amazing as always," Blaine cooed and tried brushing his hand down Kurt's arm, but he was way too far caught up in panic to have time for that.

"There's a mirror over there," Blaine smiled and gestured for the wall by the hatstand as he fell to the bed and watched Kurt run to the mirror so he could check his hair and face.

"Do I have any stains?" He asked and twirled around, Blaine having a seriously hard time not checking out his ass instead of looking for stains on the dark fabric.

"It's fine. No one will notice," Blaine assured him as he stood up and searched for a kiss but Kurt backed away.

"God, your breath is reeking."

"Mhm, I can still taste it too. A reminder of how fucking good it was," Blaine grinned and forced his mouth onto Kurt's for a forceful kiss.

"You're hopeless," Kurt chuckled and let their lips meet again before he caught Blaine's hand and they agreed to head for the door.

"Seriously, Blaine? You couldn't keep your dick in your pants for a few hours?" Sebastian asked as they came out in the hall. Apparently he had been waiting for them.

Kurt tensed his grip on Blaine's hand, and Blaine was sure that if he looked Kurt's cheeks would be on fire, so he brushed his thumb soothingly over Kurt's, hoping it could somewhat calm him down.

"Are you checking up on me now, or something?" Blaine sighed heavily and rolled his eyes at his brother-in-law.

"No. I was just going to check on Marilyn and you weren't exactly quiet. You've been gone for a really long time and people are starting to talk," he said firmly, but his features quickly eased up.

"You really are happy with this jackass?" Sebastian asked, directed at Kurt this time, making Kurt's hand twitch a little in Blaine's.

"Yes. I am. A lot. I... I've never been happier. He's really not like you all seem to think he is," Kurt said in earnest, and Blaine simply had to look at him and was thrilled to be met by his starry eyes and a smile.

"I really... love him. It's not all sex and games. Kurt makes me happy," he smiled and leaned a little closer to Kurt.

"Yeah. I am starting to figure that out. It's really good. I'm really happy for you, Blaine. Marilyn told us about your weekend together, and... that didn't seem like just acting to me. I just want you to be happy," Sebastian said and nodded at them before he walked around them and headed for the stairs.

"Why is he so weird?" Kurt asked with a raised eyebrow, watching Sebastian disappear.

"It's... he was in my school. He had a crush on me. Really bad. But that was before he met Cooper. He didn't know we were brothers when they got together, so there really isn't anything there. It's just been... awkward, sometimes," Blaine revealed and shrugged.

It really didn't mean anything. Cooper and Sebastian had been together for so many years and were happy together, they really loved each other, but sometimes nostalgia struck and Sebastian liked to remind Blaine that they had once been close friends and that he really wished that he would get to see him happy with someone one day.

"You had sex with him?" Kurt asked.

"At almost every party before he met Cooper," Blaine replied truthfully.

"Oh – that must have been awkward."

They didn't talk anymore about it. Kurt wasn't mad, or jealous. He didn't even look at Sebastian differently when they returned downstairs. He was just as sweet and polite as always, except that he forced Blaine to drink a lot of soda and eat a lot of cake to get rid of the smell of sex coming from his mouth.

It didn't last long before they said goodnight and drove back to Blaine's apartment in silence. Kurt fell asleep on the way home, and Blaine considered carrying him inside, but he figured it would be a bad idea so he calmly woke him up and supported him on the way up since he was too sleepy to control proper balance.

Blaine innocently helped him strip off his clothes and got him to bed before he finished himself and crawled back to bed next to him, Kurt immediately curling up against his chest with an arm tightly locked around his waist, leaving nothing else for Blaine to do than wrap his arms around his shoulders.

"Did I fulfill any of your teenage fantasies today?" Kurt asked curiously.

"When I was a teenager I didn't have the imagination to make up something as hot as that," Blaine chuckled, thinking back to the nights of him and his hand thinking about ridiculous moviestars instead of real, hot people.

"It was nice... to be in your room and see where you have come from. I feel like I know you a little better now," Kurt said sleepily and they both fell silent.

"We need to explore more of those kinks of yours," Kurt suddenly whispered and pressed a kiss to his collarbone, surprising Blaine since he thought that he was already asleep.

"I could be good with that. I have... a few things I wanna introduce you to," he smiled, mentally dancing a happy dance for Kurt not being completely opposed to the idea of experimenting.

"You're just so damn hot and you always make me so wet – daddy," Kurt whispered directly into his ear, and Blaine cursed far away that he knew that Kurt wouldn't be up for going at it again since he was so tired. He nearly considered going to the bathroom to have a wank before sleeping, but he wasn't sure he even could, regardless of how hard he was again. That round in his old room had left his dick so sensitive it felt skinless.

"You're playing dirty," he groaned instead and pressed his erection against Kurt's hip.

"Kurt?" He said after a while of more silence and he hoped that Kurt wasn't sleeping already, but he didn't want to wake him up if he was.

"Mhm. What's up, babe?" Kurt hummed into his neck.

"You are... everything I dreamed of when I – you know, still believed in love. You have given me that back. Kurt, you are my teenage dream," he whispered, unsure if Kurt would even be able to hear it, and not sure he dared letting him.

"You're my dream too," Kurt hummed, and Blaine could feel that he was smiling against his neck.

"Goodnight, Blaine. I love you so much," Kurt yawned and kissed his jaw before Blaine could hear in his breathing that he definitely was asleep now.

"I love you too, doll-face," he whispered and kissed Kurt's forehead before going to sleep himself.