A strong whiff of sleep and raspberry shampoo filled Blaine's nostrils as he put his niece in her bed. He made sure Mr Whiskers was safely tugged under her arm and put a kiss to her forehead before he left the room, the door open enough to let a beam of light stream into the room from the hall.

"Are you gonna explain to me what the hell is going on?" Blaine snarled the second he entered the kitchen.

Kurt had been to the bedroom to put on a pair of pajama pants, which was good, because Blaine wasn't planning on letting himself be distracted by milky thighs and legs the length of the Nile. Kurt and Sebastian, however, were now sitting at opposite sides of the dining table, appearing as if they had been the quarreling lovers of the night.

Sebastian had a glass of half-drunken whiskey in front of him, Kurt had his hands in his lap. Neither of them looked at the other, like they had been threatened to look away. The moment Blaine entered the kitchen and stopped in the middle of the room to address his brother-in-law both guys rushed to stare at him.

"Of course. I promise that tomorrow I'll figure out a way to make other arrangements. I just... I didn't want to be alone, and I wanted to make sure Marilyn would feel at home when she noticed we weren't... at home," Sebastian explained thickly.

Blaine took a step forward and sat down himself. Not next to Kurt, not next to Sebastian. This was not going to be about the threeway-drama that had previously been between them. Even though Blaine already knew that all problems between Sebastian and Cooper took root in him.

"I was – I honestly don't know what happened, really. We had been out, and... it had actually been a while since we fought, so I was thinking that maybe things were starting to be okay between us. Which was stupid of me. I just felt so guilty all the time. So I told him – and I shouldn't have..." Sebastian told, tears brimming his eyes and his voice quivering.

Blaine's eyes were itching with sleep. He could feel a wet stain on his underwear from pre-come induced by his closeness with Kurt only minutes earlier. He was still horny and half-hard, not too horny, but still enough to be ready to jump Kurt the moment they had Sebastian sorted out for the night. Suddenly it seemed like a good idea to simply knock him out and deal with the problem in the morning.

"What did you tell him?" Kurt asked. His voice was indifferent, cleared of emotion, and his face as well.

"I uhm – about my breakdown. Before the wedding. I told him that it wasn't anymore than nerves, but he -"

"What did he say?" Blaine asked with clenched jaw. This wasn't going to be pretty. This would be the final straw that ticked off his brother enough to end up in a mental institution. Blaine had been anticipating this moment for years.

"He left the living room. We had already put Marilyn to bed, thank god. He didn't even look at me, he just walked out."

Sebastian looked away. He squeezed his lips to a thin line and wiped a drop of condensation off his glass before he looked back to Blaine, not even acknowledging Kurt's presence. Then he cleared his throat, but when he spoke again his voice was, if possible, even more shaky.

"He came back. After a short moment. He just said 'It was always him, right? I was just a consolation prize.' But that's not true! I have always loved him. I do love him. I tried to tell him, but he just... I used to be in love with you, Blaine. So, so much. But that's over. I just want him – and Marilyn. And I want us to be a family!"

Desperation filled his voice, tension filled the kitchen. Yet, what was strongest to Blaine was the begging in his eyes. The frustration and despair. Sebastian really did love Cooper.

"He wouldn't hear it. He... he told me to leave. I begged him to believe me. But he just said that he couldn't look at me. He was crying. I don't think I've ever seen him cry before. But I – I said I couldn't leave Marilyn. She's my baby! He didn't want to let me take her – but I... I packed her stuff while he was crying in our bedroom. It was a lousy move, but – I couldn't just leave her," he said, tears now streaming down his cheeks and his voice heavy.

"What if he wouldn't ever let me see her again?!" He cried.

This was surely a crappy ending to a crappy day. Blaine rubbed his hands down his face and groaned. Why was it so damn hard to be allowed to fuck his boyfriend and then go to sleep?

"I was the reason he wanted you to leave and then you come running to me. What the hell kind of logic is that?" Blaine grunted through his teeth.

"I know it was stupid. But I didn't know where else to go. I wanted Marilyn to feel safe, and I knew that you would be up now. I'm sorry," Sebastian whined.

"I wasn't. I was in bed, about to fuck my boyfriend!"

"Blaine!" Kurt burst out, shock in his voice. Up until now he had been so quiet that Blaine was starting to consider whether to check his breathing.

Of course Blaine knew it wasn't Kurt's thing to involve others in what they did in the bedroom, but he honestly didn't care at the moment – he really just needed to get back to bed and sleep the day away.

Sebastian looked embarrassed. His eyes were red and swollen and his lower lip looked like he had been chewing intensely on it for the past hour.

"I'm sorry. I can leave and just come back for Marilyn tomorrow, then. I'll find a hotel. Please, just don't make me drag her out of bed again -" he pleaded and got to his feet. Blaine wasn't sure he had ever seen anyone look so defeated.

"Of course you're not leaving! Marilyn's bed is big enough for both of you," Kurt declared and rolled his eyes as he stood up.

"I don't want to be a bother, and if Blaine doesn't -" Sebastian started.

"If Blaine has a problem he can discuss that with me. Right now I just wanna sleep. We'll figure the rest out in the morning," Kurt objected. For some reason he suddenly was back to seeming exhausted.

"Blaine, go find him some blankets, will you?" Kurt sighed and took away Sebastian's glass. He let the rest of the amber liquid run into the sink where he rinsed the glass briefly before putting it in the dishwasher.

Sebastian looked just as confused as Blaine felt, but as Kurt started walking towards the door Blaine got up. Sebastian was right behind him. Kurt disappeared to the master bathroom while Sebastian picked up a bag of toiletries from his suitcase and went to the guest bathroom. Blaine listened to the water run in both ends of the apartment as he went through the cupboard of sheets and blankets.

At least all shit happened in one day instead of spread over the entire weekend, Blaine thought and snorted to himself as he went to the living room to wait for Sebastian.

"I honestly don't care much for what happens between you and my brother. You've both fucked it up. With his insane jealousy and your idiotic way of giving him reason to be jealous – especially considering how much he hates me and blames me for everything wrong in his life," Blaine growled and shoved a pile of blankets into Sebastian's arms when he returned to the living room to get his suitcase.

"He doesn't hate you, Blaine. He envies you. You're the one everyone wants and the one who has everything. You always had everything he wanted; guys, grades, career, he thinks you look better than him, all of it," Sebastian objected as fully as he could in his hazed mind of fatigue.

"Shut up. I don't give a shit. All I care about is Marilyn. If you screw anything up for her I will sue both of your asses until I can legally adopt her and neither of you will ever see her again. The same if I ever find out you've tried anything to ruin my thing with Kurt," Blaine snapped and walked around Sebastian, heading for the bedroom where Kurt had turned off the lights.

"I won't. She means everything to me. And Cooper. And I want you to be happy. With Kurt," Sebastian mumbled behind him.

Blaine didn't turn to reply. He simply pushed the door closed and headed directly for his bed. He found Kurt curled up, like a cat in a beam of sunshine. When Blaine slipped under the covers Kurt moved to make room for him, lying uncomfortably long way from Blaine. He slid over the mattress, slipping his arm around Kurt so the boy slowly turned around to melt into his arms.

"I know you don't feel anything for him, Blaine. And I don't think he feels anything for you. But I think he's so afraid that he might still be in love with you that he doesn't know what to do about himself anymore," Kurt whispered and pressed his cheek against Blaine's shoulder.

"I don't know. I don't give a fuck," Blaine mumbled and stroked his free hand over Kurt's hair and down his cheek, making Kurt squeeze his grip around Blaine's waist a little tighter.

"I just think he's confused and scared, that's all," Kurt stated through a yawn.

"Can we not talk anymore about their fucking problems? I think we've had enough of our own today" Blaine groaned. He unwillingly thought back on how he had been asked one intruding question after another by some ignorant fool of a cop who couldn't be much older than him, but still treated him like he was some 50 year old lurking around playgrounds.

Kurt drew a heavy sigh and adjusted himself to a more comfortable position. He had lost the t-shirt and pjs again, back to his underwear, and for a brief moment Blaine came to the horrifying thought that if the police decided to dig into their relationship they would want Kurt's medical folders and find his secret. The realization was far-stretched, Blaine knew that it was just his brain muddling around in its sleepy state, but he felt a strong sense of need to protect Kurt, nonetheless. He couldn't have him go through that.

"By the way – that was very sexy what you did there," Blaine muttered through the dark, hoping to take his mind off horrible scenarios of Kurt's deepest secret being put on display for an investigation.

"You're so damn hot when you're sassy and boss me around," he hummed and buried his nose in Kurt's hair. The sound of fabrics when they moved was loud through the dark and the silence laying over the rest of the apartment.

"Blaine, we're not having sex now! Not with Marilyn and Sebastian here – I still can't believe you told him," Kurt whined.

"I hate to break it to you, but it's not like he thinks we're saving ourselves. Let me remind you that when we first met he thought all we ever did was fuck," Blaine grumped.

"It was. Sort of. But that's not how things are anymore. I don't want people to think that," Kurt sighed.

"Of course I won't let anyone think that. I love you – I don't care who knows it," Blaine grunted and kissed Kurt's ear roughly, making the boy in his arms giggle lightly.

"I know, Blaine. I love you so much," he said and Blaine could hear that he was smiling.

"Now sleep, Doll-face. First thing in the morning we'll get that clown out of here. I believe I promised you something."

Kurt's plea from earlier ran down his spine as he prepared himself to go to sleep:

"Make love to me."

xXx

Light was prickling over his eyelids and his bed felt uncomfortably empty. He turned to lie on his front, mindlessly roaming his arm around the sheets, but when no warm body was found he groaned and opened his eyes to find Kurt gone from the bed.

After a moment of shaking himself back to reality Blaine forced himself to sit up. He took a look around the room for some indication of where Kurt had gone, but when he found Kurt's phone still on the nightstand he guessed that he couldn't be far away. Blaine fell back down and pulled the sheets as far up as he could without getting choked.

"Uncle Blaaaiiine..." A giggly, little voice sounded as he was poked in the ribs by tiny fingers with sharp nails.

"Looking for trouble?" He asked, keeping his eyes safely shut.

"No more sleeeep," the girl chimed, her voice resembling bells being tickled.

He opened one eye and raised his eyebrow, caught her off guard and her hands flew to her face with a squeaky laugh. He quickly opened both eyes and grabbed around her to pull her into the bed with him, tickling her until she was squirming like a fish on the beach.

"Can I cuddle here with you? Daddy Sebastian and Prince Kurt are boring," the girl told and rolled her eyes in a way Blaine was pretty sure she had adopted from him.

"I always wanna cuddle you, bunny-girl," he assured her and tugged the comforter around her, folding his arms around the girl.

"Did you sleep nice?" He asked, hoping to coax out of her if she had seen or heard anything from her parents' nightly activities.

"Mhm-hm. Daddy Sebastian slept in my bed with me. That's silly. He has his own bed with Papa Cooper," she sighed in a very 'grown ups are so stupid'-kind of way.

"But he told me we were visiting you, and that made me happy. I like visiting you," she grinned.

Blaine brushed a hand over her hair and kissed her temple. They stayed in bed for half an hour more, Marilyn falling in and out of sleep as she was curled up in Blaine's arms.

"I don't like it when my daddies fight. They think I'm asleep, but really I'm not. Papa Cooper misses you, but he doesn't wanna tell anyone. Daddy Sebastian just misses Papa," Marilyn suddenly mumbled.

That was harsh. Always so damn straight forward about everything. It was hard for Blaine to hear her say those words. This was the first time in her life Blaine had heard her sound sad and it broke his heart to pieces.

"I know it's no fun, bunny. Sometimes grown ups fight, but that's just when they love each other and really wanna find a way to work things out," Blaine tried explaining best possible.

It felt awkward. He knew nothing of love or marriage. He didn't even know about cheating, because he had never had anyone he could cheat on, or who could cheat on him. He didn't know about long term relationships or living with someone, either. He had no words of consolation to offer her.

"But... you and Kurt never fight. You love each other, right?" She pointed out, confounded and pondering.

"We fight. But in a different way..." Blaine said, and suddenly he felt very stupid.

"We love each other very much. But there's a difference between having loved each other for as long as your daddies have and for as long as your uncle Blaine and I have," Kurt suddenly said.

Blaine hadn't even noticed him coming into the room. He smiled and crawled over the mattress so he could fold his arm around Blaine's waist and rest his chin on his shoulder, allowing him to still see Marilyn.

He had put the pjs from the night before back on and looked like he had been awake for a long time. It didn't take long for Blaine to be worried – after his little sidestep with Sebastian before the wedding it was no secret that Kurt's views on Sebastian was very strained. He was really not ready to pull gay-claws out of anyone's ass at the moment.

"I don't understand grown-ups. I don't get why anyone has to fight. I love you, uncle Blaine, we never fight," the girl said, sounding very exhausted from spending the morning on such heavy subjects.

"That's because your uncle let you get away with anything," Kurt chuckled. Blaine grinned and nodded. It was true; he would let her get away with murder if needed.

"I say we stop being so serious and get up now. If your daddy doesn't have any other plans for you I wanna take you two shopping," Blaine grinned and clenched his niece tight, her chuckles making the entire bed vibrate.

She managed to twist herself out of his grip and ran out of the bedroom, surely knowing the grown-ups would need a moment to deal with important issues.

"She knows more than they think," Blaine sighed and turned to curl up around Kurt. He lifted his shirt and started kissing over the pale chest under him, Kurt lolling his head back to the pillow.

"I know. They always do. And she's smart," Kurt agreed and gasped as Blaine caught a nipple between his teeth. Kurt ran his fingers through Blaine's curls and smiled when the man looked up at him. Big, brown orbs and lips locked around his pink nub.

"I love you, but you really can't do that right now," Kurt groaned and took a hard grip on Blaine's dark locks as Blaine let a hand run over Kurt's stomach and into his underwear.

"But you're so soft," Blaine objected and let his fingers further down Kurt's smooth mound to find his slit, his temple now resting on Kurt's shoulder to keep eye contact. He pressed the tip of his middle finger lightly down, immediately finding the tiny bundle of nerves he knew exactly how to work.

"God! Blaine... please... no," Kurt whimpered softly, but his hips jerked upwards – surging for the touch Blaine was offering him.

"You're so beautiful like this," Blaine smiled and let his hand a little deeper into the purple boxers. Kurt wasn't wet, but he was definitely getting there. Blaine could feel the sure tell-tale as he pressed his fingertips lightly against his hole, just to tease.

"Blaine... no," Kurt moaned, his ass moving down the bed, inviting Blaine to push in.

However, Blaine slowly dragged his hand out of the boy's underwear and pressed a kiss to his solar plexus before pulling down his shirt.

"Jesus Christ, you tease!" Kurt groaned and pulled out the elastic of his underwear to make it swipe against his perfectly horizontal pelvis.

"Hey, you said no – I'm just granting your wish," Blaine laughed and sat up. He placed a wet kiss on Kurt's forehead and jumped out of the bed to look for something to wear.

"Ugh, fine! But this isn't over!" Kurt said heavily and got up himself.

"I'll wait for your comeback, sir -" Blaine chuckled and pulled on a pair of sweats.

xXx

The apartment was quiet. Blaine hadn't got to take Marilyn and Kurt out for shopping because Kurt had to go home to give his dad an explanation of what had happened in Columbus the previous day. Marilyn was in her room playing around with her dolls and Blaine had decided to do some work while Sebastian made phone call after phone call.

Around lunch Blaine asked Sebastian if he wanted anything and they sat down together in the kitchen to have something Blaine cooked up from what he found around the fridge and cupboards. Neither said a word or looked at each other anymore than when they cast a brief glance across the table.

It wasn't until they were done eating and Blaine started cleaning the table some sort of contact happened.

"I talked to Kurt this morning. While Marilyn was in bed with you," Sebastian said.

Blaine turned around and stared at him, stopped mid-motion in rinsing off a plate.

"What did you talk about?" He asked, completely blank to what he should expect.

Sebastian sat down on his chair and ran his fingers through his hair. He took a deep breath and looked back to Blaine with a confused expression.

"He asked me about us. Cooper and me. About our relationship, how it has been with you and with Marilyn and all... he suggested that – he said that he thinks I should try counseling. Like – talk Cooper into doing couples-therapy or something," he told.

It took a little while before Blaine grasped what it was Sebastian was saying. He squeezed the bridge of his nose with two fingers and chewed on his lip before walking over to sit down next to Sebastian.

"That's... actually a really good idea. You've both got major issues. Both individually and together. I think that could be really good for you," Blaine said with an approving nod.

"Kurt told me that he believes me. That I don't feel anything for you anymore. I mean... on some level I will always feel for you Blaine. Love you, deep down. But it's not like that anymore," Sebastian said. He looked slightly embarrassed, but also as if he was tired of the same drill over and over again with them.

"To me it doesn't matter how you feel about me. I couldn't care less. Nothing will happen between us again. We fucked many years ago when we were in school, and you couldn't stick to the rules so you fucked it up. That is history. We would never have worked as a couple anyway," Blaine snorted.

"You kept saying you weren't meant for relationships."

"I wasn't!" Blaine retorted.

"Look at you know. I don't think I've ever seen anyone as in love as you when you look at Kurt. It's almost scary. What makes it beautiful is that he looks at you the same way," Sebastian said, a sadness spreading in his eyes.

"I want that feeling back. I – I wanna have that with Cooper again. I miss that time when he... was in love with me, and didn't just want to... possess me. Own me. Like I was a thing. When he would tell me that he loved me and would cancel work for me. Or just the simple things as when he would come home late after having worked overtime and would just... kiss me and tell me he missed me while he was away. I miss him so much," Sebastian confessed. His voice cracked and he pressed his knuckles to his mouth, biting them as tears welled up in his eyes.

"I don't know how things got this screwed up. We just got married – we're supposed to be happy and overcome with love," he cried and hid his face in his hands.

To say that Blaine was uncomfortable was putting it very mildly. He hated when people cried. He didn't cry himself, and when Kurt cried he did the only thing he knew how to: kissed him and held him until his tears stopped. But that wasn't an option for Sebastian, and Blaine really didn't want to do that.

"Just... if you go home and try to talk to him. About the therapy thing – I'll take care of Marilyn as long as you need. Don't worry about that. Just go home and work it out. He's probably messed up himself," Blaine tried awkwardly.

He shifted a bit on his chair, listening to the way Sebastian tried strangling his sobs in his hands. He felt sick. There was no reasonable explanation to why he always ended up with overly emotional people when emotions were so far from anything he would even bother to tolerate.

"Yeah. I – I guess I'll try and do that. I don't want us to be one of those couples that ends up talking through lawyers and hates each other," Sebastian groaned and dried his eyes. His voice had turned rasp and his eyes were back to red and swollen like the night before.

"It's not too late," Blaine said.

"Daddy? Why are you crying?" Marilyn asked as she showed up next to Sebastian.

She let a hand up to brush down his arm. Sebastian squeezed his lips close to not start crying again. With a swift motion he grabbed his daughter and pulled her into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and started stroking his hair.

"It's okay, baby. I'm just tired," he said bravely, forcing his voice as steady as he possibly could manage.

"Just go take a nap, daddy. Maybe you won't be this sad anymore then," she offered and squeezed her arms a little tighter before falling down in his lap.

"Yeah. I probably should try that. I just have to go home to Papa Cooper for a bit. You can stay here with uncle Blaine, right?" Sebastian said. Marilyn stared up at him for a moment, searching his eyes before she nodded firmly.

"Mhm. I love staying with uncle Blaine. He promised to take me and Kurt shopping," she said with a weak smile at her dad. She stretched as far as she could and put a kiss to his cheek before she crawled down and moved over to stand between Blaine's knees where she leaned into his chest.

"Say hi to Papa Cooper for me. Be happy."

"Of course, sweetheart."

Sebastian closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened again he stood up and shot Blaine a vague smile before he turned around and left the kitchen. Marilyn turned around and folded her arms around Blaine's waist with a humming.

"Daddy Sebastian is sad. I don't like it when he's sad," she muttered.

"He'll be happy again, bunny. Soon," Blaine assured her with a hand down her hair.

xXx

After a few hours of Blaine's favorite stores in Columbus he took Kurt and Marilyn for dinner. They didn't mention the troubles between Sebastian and Cooper at all, and it seemed like Marilyn didn't think about it either. After they were done eating they walked by a playground where she played around while Kurt and Blaine sat on the bench to watch her.

"I told my dad about last night. He got angry. He's gonna talk to Mr Schue on Monday. But he also said that he thinks we should go to the police in Lima to explain them everything so we can get this insanity stopped once and for all," Kurt explained.

"Yeah. We could do that. I just... I don't want you to go through all kinds of shit, you know. Last night I – I couldn't stop thinking that... if we end up in a big investigation they will want your medical records, and they will probably have you examined by one of their own doctors and -" He trailed off. He could see on Kurt's face that he knew exactly where he was going.

Kurt started fidgeting with his fingers in his lap and shifted in his seat. For a moment he just stared at his hands, but then he looked up at Blaine. He was pale but his eyes were firm.

"If that's what I have to do that is what I will do to be with you. No one will know but them, and as soon as this is over I won't have to see them ever again. I'll do it. Just – please go with me if it comes to this. Blaine, I can't do that alone," Kurt begged and moved a little closer to Blaine on the wooden bench.

"I'll go with you wherever you want. I won't let anyone touch you, Doll-face," Blaine promised and wrapped his arm around Kurt's shoulder to pull him close and kiss his hair.

They sat in silence for a while. The few kids on the playground were laughing and squealing as they swung around on monkeybars and the carousel. Nannies and moms looked relieved to have a moment's freedom, and dads were proudly throwing balls and Frisbees with their sons.

When twilight started lowering over them Kurt shuffled closer to Blaine, resting his head on his collarbone. The parents started calling their kids back and left the square. Blaine was well aware they should get Marilyn back as well, but he didn't want to pull her back to the reality of her parents' marriage cracking around her.

"Did you really mean that? Do you wanna adopt her if something happens?" Kurt suddenly asked.

It took a moment for Blaine to realize what it was he was asking. He had completely forgotten all about what he had said to Sebastian. His brain had felt like mush and he wasn't even sure he had been properly awake when he said it.

"Sure. If they end up fucking her up I'll do whatever it takes to keep her safe. I want her to have a good life," Blaine shrugged.

"But... that would mean you would have a kid, Blaine. That's a lot of responsibility. It's not like when she comes by to visit you every other weekend. It means that you can't just rush off to New York from one second to the next. You wouldn't be able to stay in the office all night to work. It would be the end of fancy furniture being safe. You can't bring a kid to a last-minute photoshoot. No more loud sex whenever you feel like it," Kurt explained.

"You would be a dad."

"I wouldn't be a dad. I'm not her dad. I will never be. The most important thing to me is that she won't be ruined by their crap. I won't have her growing up in a broken home with only one parent," Blaine said firmly. It shouldn't be so hard to understand.

Apparently it was, because Kurt rushed to sit up and stare at him with disbelief painted on his face.

"I grew up with only my dad. My mom died when I was little. My dad didn't date or even try to. It wasn't until I introduced him to Carole he allowed himself to focus on something other than me and his work. My dad was a good dad – the best dad in the world," Kurt snapped acidly.

"I never said..."

"Blaine, I understand you wanna protect her. But you can't just make a statement like that without thinking it through. I love her, you know I do – but please, just take some time to think what this will mean for you. What consequences it will have. And... if you adopted her she would still only have one parent – or guardian," Kurt said, back to soft.

"You don't want kids? I don't want kids, so that's not gonna be an issue for us," Blaine declared.

"I... I never considered that. I mean – I never thought I would find anyone who would want me. I never thought I'd... until I met you. And then – I don't know if I want kids. I'm only 16," Kurt responded, confused.

"I... yes. You're only 16. Let's not discuss this now. This is not about me wanting to be her dad. This is only about me wanting to make sure she has a good upbringing. Maybe they'll work it out and this won't even be necessary, so let's just quit and discuss it if it comes up," Blaine groaned.

"Alright. Okay. I really hope they work it out. Sebastian is really crushed. He loves Cooper so much. Not that I understand, but I think they used to be happy," Kurt sighed.

"I don't know. I never really payed much attention to their happiness. I just want him out of my apartment," Blaine said.

They were surprised by Marilyn coming to them, rubbing her eye with her fist and her face taken over by a yawn. It only took them a moment to get up and walk back towards the car. The girl fell asleep on the way back to Blaine's place and Blaine carried her upstairs where he washed her briefly and helped her into her pajamas so she could get early to bed.

Blaine coiled up between Kurt's legs on the couch, swelling in the feeling of Kurt caressing his hair and back. They watched mindless TV and Blaine brushed his fingertips lightly over Kurt's lower arm and kissed his wrist and hand every now and then.

"I think you would be a great dad, baby. You're perfect with her," Kurt whispered out of nowhere and kissed the top of Blaine's head.

"That's only because I know she isn't mine," Blaine muttered back and sucked the tip of Kurt's thumb into his mouth. He let his lips slide off and kissed the pad lightly.

"You're full of shit," Kurt said softly and squeezed his knees a little tighter around Blaine's hips.