Blaine didn't get much sleep that night. Nor the night after, for that matter. He kept his phone close, but when neither his texts or calls were from Kurt, he ignored them completely.

He finished his entire bottle of wine by himself and followed up with a few glasses of whiskey. When he was so drunk he could hardly walk he went to bed and hoped to sleep. Yet, all he did was twist and turn in his bed, the alcoholic state little by little convincing him that Kurt wasn't coming back.

He didn't try to contact him. He didn't want to bother him since he had said that he needed some time, however frustrating it was to not just call him. In the early hours of the morning Blaine considered driving to Kurt's house and demand that they talked it out, but he managed to convince himself that doing so would only make things worse.

Wednesday he called his boss, accepting the upcoming trip to LA. If he didn't have Kurt waiting for him in Ohio he could just as well go to Ohio. His boss was very excited over him changing his mind, and started making arrangements. Blaine felt miserable.

Thursday morning Blaine got himself together and sent Kurt a text. All it said was "Good luck on the test, Doll-face." He was pretty sure Kurt had said that his biggest test was Thursday, so he only hoped that for once he had done something right.

He didn't get a reply. Not in the morning, not in the afternoon, and not in the evening either. By late night Blaine was ready to pull his hair out by roots.

Instead he showered and dressed up. He went to F&F – alone. He didn't bring his phone. He considered calling Thomas to have someone to talk to, but he convinced himself that if he didn't speak of it, maybe it would be a horrible dream. Nightmare.

The few regulars were staring at him like he was a zombie, but no one addressed him, which he was grateful for. The new bartender, however, was very promiscuous. Blaine sat at the bar and poured down drink after drink as he watched the dancing guys on the floor. A few came home to hit on him, but he didn't pay much attention to anything but his drink.

After an hour he gave up. Everything in there reminded him of Kurt. This was where they met. He put his glass down and headed for the exit, ready to go home and drink himself to sleep. On the way out he was cornered by a hot young guy. He couldn't be anymore than 19.

"Hey. You look pretty down for a guy at a bar with horny dudes swarming around him," the said, strolling his fingers up and down Blaine's arm.

"Nah, just a tough week," Blaine shrugged, but let the guy press his body against Blaine's.

They guy looked up and down Blaine, taking in the sight in front of him as he licked his lips seductively. Blaine couldn't detect the guy's eye color, but his hair was light, the shades shifting with the different colored lights from the dance floor. He was pretty handsome and he clearly knew how to take care of his body – he also knew, very much, that he was hot.

"I have a good idea for how we can brighten your night, handsome," the guy said lowly and bit his lower lip. In a swift motion he had his hand pressed against Blaine's crotch and leaned in to kiss him.

- but Blaine pushed him away.

"You know what? I can't do this. I have a boyfriend. At least, I hope I still have a boyfriend. I shouldn't have come here," Blaine groaned and smoothed his way out of the guy's arms so he could leave.

The moment he came home he went to the shower, scrubbing himself roughly over and over again to get the stench of the guy off. This night he didn't drink, but took a sleeping pill instead. He fell into a dark, heavy sleep, clutching Kurt's pillow to his chest.

xXx

He worked at home again Monday. He didn't even bother changing out of his pajamas. Instead he stayed on the couch, calling people up and writing out reports on his laptop. Whenever people requested Skype meetings he declined with the excuse that he was sick.

Around evening he put his laptop to the coffee table in the midst of reports, notes and look-books. He turned around and had himself a nap, not sure he really felt like he had earned it, considering he hadn't left the apartment since Friday, or talked to anyone who wasn't related to work.

When he woke up he was confused and foggy, so it took him a moment to register that he was on the couch. He sat dozily up and had a look around the living room, when he realized it was the door that had woken him up. He didn't get to put himself together before Kurt was standing in the middle of the living room, staring at him in shock.

"What has happened here?" He burst out, letting his eyes trail over the mess of papers, binders and the coffee cup covering the table. Then he looked back to the mess that was Blaine himself.

"I've worked home the last couple of days, that's all -" he shrugged, still a little groggy.

"It looks like someone threw a bomb in here. And you look like you haven't shaved for days," Kurt exclaimed and nervously shifted the weight on his feet.

He looked stunning. As always. The sun had granted a few caramel stripes in his brown hair and freckles had spread over his nose. His outfit was tight, stonewashed jeans with a navy-striped blouse featuring red buttons from the collar and down the right side of his chest.

"I've... I've been busy," Blaine excused and ran his fingers through his untamed curls. He hadn't even bothered to gel it up since he hadn't planned to see anyone.

"What do you even want here? Are you here to return my key?" Blaine snapped and let his eyebrows run to his hairline.

"What? I – do you want me to return your key?" Kurt asked, looking like he was debating whether to be hurt or offended.

Blaine didn't respond. He wasn't sure what would be the right answer. It felt strange to talk to Kurt like that, but he refused to dissolve into a pathetic mess willing to throw out his self-respect in exchange for begging Kurt to come back to him.

For a moment Kurt looked around the room. It seemed like he was mentally planning the quickest way to tidy up the place, or like he was considering whether it was even worth staying when the place was such a crater.

However, he drew a heavy sigh and crossed the floor to sit down on the couch. He didn't sit close to Blaine like he usually would have done, on the contrary he kept to the other end, sure neither of them could touch the other without moving.

"Blaine, this doesn't work for me -" he said heavily.

"I can't live with you only paying attention to half of the stuff I tell you. Especially something as important to me as those tests. And you need to respect that there are just some things you can get away with. I know that it's really – awkward – for you. But I am still in school, and if I ever wanna get out of there I need to prioritize that. So stuff like you calling me up in the middle of the night or poking at me when I'm revising for important tests doesn't go," Kurt said, sounding like he had rehearsed it over and over again in his mind.

"And – you need to let me fight my own battles sometimes. I know that you just wanna protect me, and I really love that... but one day those jocks will come at me again, or there will be someone else who will come at me, and I don't wanna fight them. I hate violence, even if it's self-defense. You really have to accept that."

Kurt twisted his fingers in his lap. He was avoiding Blaine's eyes, or simply avoiding to look at Blaine in his state of chaos.

"But... this is really important – I can't tolerate you've been treating me at the gym. You have made me feel so humiliated and low. Most times I just wanted to break down and cry. I have been so scared of you whenever we were at the gym. I really think we could have had fun, but you terrified me. I couldn't even recognize you. I know you would never hurt me, but that wasn't you."

He took a deep breath and bit his lower lip. He wasn't done, he was trying to gather himself for what he was about to say next.

"I know you have changed a lot for me, and... I can't ask you to change anymore, because then you wouldn't be you anymore -" Kurt said. His voice was shaky and his eyes glassy. Blaine cut him off when he finally found control of himself.

"I didn't change for you. I changed for me – so I could be with you. But it wasn't like I sat down one day and decided to become another person to please you. It just came naturally. Being with you has made me a better person," Blaine said, his voice rasp from sleep.

"But not good enough. Kurt, I had no idea you felt that way. I am so sorry. I – I would never do anything to make you feel like that. I don't you to think I would ever humiliate you on purpose," Blaine said and felt an itching in his eyes, probably from sleep.

"I know, Blaine. But what really ticked me off was how I constantly tried telling you, but you didn't listen to me. You never do! I can't be with someone who only hears what he wanna hear," Kurt said and went back to biting his lower lip, trying to not let Blaine see how much it was trembling.

"Are you – breaking up with me?" Blaine stuttered, his stomach taking a roll. Suddenly he could feel that he hadn't eaten properly for days.

"What? No! I could not... Blaine, no -" Kurt whined and shuffled over the couch to grab Blaine's hand. Uncertain.

"Unless you wanna break up, of course," he mumbled and pulled his hand back to his lap, but their knees were still against each other, Kurt's touch a burning against Blaine's even though denim and soft cotton was separating them.

"I thought you already had – broken up with me. I didn't wanna bother you with my texts, or call you. And then when I did text you anyway you didn't reply. I thought you weren't coming back to me," Blaine choked out and now he realized that he was crying.

His eyes felt like they were on fire and his entire face was itching. He tried killing a sob, but instead it made him sound like he was dying.

"Blaine, oh... Oh honey, no – of course not. I told you I just needed some time to focus on my tests. I am so sorry. I haven't been near my phone the entire week, I – come here," Kurt cooed and moved closer so he could pull Blaine into his arms.

"I was so scared. I love you so much," Blaine cried into his neck, clinging to Kurt like it was the only way to make him stay.

"I love you too, babe. I could never leave you. I'm your Doll-face, right?" Kurt crooned and smiled into Blaine's hair.

"Always. My Doll-face," Blaine chuckled thickly and moved back so he could grab Kurt's face and press a forceful kiss to his mouth. When Kurt pressed back it was such a relief that he had to strangle another sob, this time resulting in him resembling a wounded animal.

"But you really have to get yourself together. You need to pay attention to other things than what only concerns your own interests. I have been so stressed out lately, and I'm sorry for that, but I really just needed some relief and some place to let it all out. I wanted to do that with you, and I tried, but you just didn't care, and I -" Kurt blabbered as he pulled away from the kiss.

The words were welling out of his mouth like from a waterfall. Clearly he had been wanting to say these for a really long time.

"I know you're doing your best. I just – wanna be able to talk to you," Kurt shrugged and slumped forwards, seeming as exhausted as Blaine felt.

"I promise I'll work on it. I wanna be better. I wanna be there for you," Blaine swore and pulled Kurt back for a kiss, his hands cupping the boy's face.

"Good. I've missed you. I'm sorry I've been away," Kurt said softly between kisses. Blaine happily brushed a hand down Kurt's cheek and put a peck to his lower lip.

"I missed you, too. So much. But it's okay. You're here now, right -" he smiled.

"I am. And I have the next few days off, and no more tests," Kurt grinned as he pressed his torso against Blaine's.

It felt like Kurt had never been gone. The touch of Kurt's lips against Blaine's and the feeling of Kurt's body against his felt like home and falling asleep after months of insomnia. It felt warm and safe – until Kurt moved back to sit a little away again, a grave expression falling over his features.

"There's something I have to say, though. I've been thinking about it for a while, and it's really bothered me, and... I've really put some serious thought into it," he said weakly, his voice insecure.

Blaine felt a chill run down his spine. This couldn't be good. The way Kurt spoke was like some kind of omen was simmering under the surface, waiting to jump out and doom him.

"It's... we've postponed discussing this for so long, but I really think we need to before we get more troubles."

He paused, taking a shaky breath as he bit down on his lower lip and looked at the coffee table and then back to Blaine with wary eyes.

"I wanna go to a doctor. To be tested and checked. So we can go to the police and tell them that there is nothing to worry about. That we are just dating and you aren't abusing me. Ever since that episode at Nationals I have been constantly scared that I would be picked up at school, or you would be picked up again and that they wouldn't let you off so easy this time. I have nightmares about you get thrown in jail, and doctors – probing stuff into me. I just want this fear to go away. Blaine, I'm scared," Kurt said, his voice ending in a whine and his eyes back to glasslike.

"Kurt – I had no idea this bothered you so much. Why haven't you said anything?" Blaine crooned and shuffled over the couch, putting a hand softly on Kurt's thigh.

"I was afraid. Afraid that you would say no. Afraid that you would say yes. Afraid of the doctors. All of them looking at me, seeing that I'm... freaky and weird. Maybe laugh at me after. And – I've taken sex ed classes, all the girls say those tests hurt. And it wouldn't just be the doctors, because my journal would be sent to the police and... they would know about me too – so I wanted to think about it. Think it through before talking to you about it. And I just – it's all I could think about. This is the only way for us to get rid of them," Kurt explained with thick and trembling voice, his hands fumbling around in his lap like he wanted to get up and leave but knew that he couldn't.

"Doll-face, I – I don't know what to say, baby. I know it's scary, but it'll be over quickly. The sooner we get it done, the sooner it's over," Blaine cooed and tried to get Kurt closer to comfort him, but to his surprise Kurt pushed him away and sniffed.

"See! That's one of the reasons I didn't say anything before. You don't know, Blaine! You have a dick. You're a normal man, who looks like a normal man, with normal man-genitalia – I am just a boy who sings like a girl, and talks like a girl and looks like a girl... everywhere! You don't know what that's like, and having an entire crew of people in scrubs or uniforms staring at you the one place where no one knows that you actually are a girl -"

"Kurt! Shut up! You are not a girl! You don't look like a girl, you don't sing like a girl and you don't talk like a girl. You are all guy. I know that for a fact. I've had you for six months. And you're the most guy – man – I have ever been with. I know it sucks, and I would never push you... but if you wanna do this I will support you. If you want me to go with you I will do that, if you want me to hold your hand I will do that, if you want me to stay away I will do that – I will do whatever you want me to do to make you feel comfortable about this. As long as you stop calling yourself a girl," Blaine demanded.

"I'm just really scared," Kurt whimpered and let a tear roll down his cheek.

"Doll-face... come on. For what it's worth I will always protect you as good as I can," Blaine sighed and put his arm around Kurt's shoulders to drag him closer.

For a moment Kurt stayed there; in Blaine's arms with Blaine's thumb brushing over his cheek. He sniffed against Blaine's shoulder and breathed heavily. After a while he put his arms around Blaine's waist and kissed his chin before letting his weight push Blaine to fall on his back on the couch. Kurt followed him andW shuffled to lie on top of him. Kurt ran his fingers down Blaine's unshaven face and kissed his nose.

"Can we stay here for a while? I don't wanna do anything but be with you right now," Kurt pouted and earned Blaine's hands rushing to his ass to squeeze the cheeks lightly with a teasing spark in his eyes.

"We can stay here forever, if you wish," Blaine said and was happy when Kurt moved to his side and kicked his shoes off over the back of the sofa.

They cuddled up, Kurt resting his head on Blaine's chest with their arms around each other. Kurt brushed his thumb over Blaine's chest as Blaine caressed his arm.

It didn't take long before Kurt was snoring lightly into his ear. Blaine took that as an invitation and slowly allowed himself to drift into a deep sleep. The best sleep he had been granted for days.

xXx

When Blaine woke up it was late afternoon. Kurt was holding his hand in a tight grip and his one leg was swung over Blaine's. His nose was nuzzled into the crook of Blaine's neck. When Blaine brushed his hair back from his forehead, putting a kiss to the warm skin, Kurt hummed and pressed his lips against Blaine's pulse point.

Everything was back to normal.

Blaine mumbled a dozy 'hey' against Kurt's temple as a cold hand snuck under his shirt. Gooseflesh spread around Blaine's torso and a shiver ran down his spine from the feeling of Kurt's hand back against his skin.

With a little smile Kurt turned his head and caught Blaine's mouth. He expected a sweet and innocent wake-up-kiss, but Kurt's lips were moving determinedly against his and it wasn't long before Kurt's tongue was smoothing its way into his mouth.

To Blaine's surprise Kurt's fingers ran down his stomach, down to the waistband of his pajamas. Expertly he had his hand down Blaine's pants , cupping his hardening cock while their mouths were still locked. He slowly moved his hand, knowing exactly what amount of pressure to add to get Blaine hard.

Kurt was rubbing his crotch against Blaine's hip, the zipper from his jeans painfully digging into Blaine's skin through the thin cotton of his pjs, but he didn't want to stop because god he was horny for Kurt.

In a smooth motion Kurt was lying on top of Blaine, rutting his clothed crotch against Blaine's with a knee on each side of his hips. His mouth was still working against Blaine's and his hand had left Blaine's pants to run under his shirt, squeezing his right nipple with his fingertips.

Suddenly Kurt was moving down his body, pushing his shirt up so he could grasp the pink nub between his teeth. Blaine moaned loudly and shoved his fingers into Kurt's hair. Kurt kept kissing around his chest and it didn't take long before Blaine could hear his belt buckle open.

Kurt shuffled a little around and shimmied his pants down before he could kick them off so they landed in a neat pile on the floor at the end of the couch. He spread his legs over Blaine, straddling his thighs. Blaine could feel the ghost of Kurt's warm pussy through his pants and he had to struggle to not buck upwards and possibly put a knee somewhere unfortunate.

Blaine let his hands travel up Kurt's naked thighs, feeling over the light hair and the soft skin. His hands ended on Kurt's hips, massaging the hipbones with his thumbs. He was right about to let his hands continue their adventure when Kurt left his mouth, moving an inch away so Blaine could still feel his hot breath on his lips.

"Sit up. I wanna feel you. I've missed you so much, Blaine -" Kurt whispered, his eyes and voice steadier than ever in a situation as needy as this, leaving Blaine with no other response than nodding breathlessly, staring into the blue orbs.

Blaine immediately clasped his hands onto Kurt's ass, grabbing the cheeks as good as he could. He sat up, holding Kurt as he started to slide down, and stood up with Kurt's hands around his neck and his knees squeezing at his sides. He quickly sat back down on the couch, Kurt straddling his thighs.

As Kurt started his task of kissing down Blaine's neck he also grabbed the elastic of Blaine's pants. Blaine raised himself from the sofa and was back down instantly as Kurt had his pants pushed down around his thighs. With that Kurt pressed his pussy against his cock, warm and wet on the skin, making both of them moan tenderly.

"Mhm, Blaine. I've missed you so much. So much," Kurt smiled as he rested his forehead against Blaine's, his fingers running into the hair on the back of Blaine's neck.

"You belong with me, Doll-face, always," Blaine said and pressed Kurt's torso closer to his own, enjoying the loving feeling of Kurt playing with his dark curls.

From one moment to the next Kurt had hoisted himself up on his knees and was slowly sliding down around Blaine's cock, letting him slip into Kurt's wet entrance, the warmth feeling like home. They were together again, Kurt was back, they were with each other. That was everything Blaine needed.

"Yes. You feel so good, beautiful -" Blaine choked out, feeling overwhelmed by the moment.

"Mhm, so good, Blaine. Feel so full. Full of you. You in me," Kurt mumbled against his lips.

Kurt slowly rose up and back down, the hot slickness clinging to Blaine. Their eyes stayed open, boring into each other, creating a safe bubble around them. Everything inside of Blaine was vibrating, his nerves tingling from the scent and feeling of Kurt being everywhere around him, with him, sneaking under his skin.

Almost immediately Kurt had found a soft rhythm of rocking in Blaine's lap. His pussy was tight around Blaine's shaft, his rim holding firmly onto his root. His clit was rubbing over the trimmed hair at the base of Blaine's dick, and inside of Kurt his head was moving against his inner walls, Kurt's tender moans witness that he was hitting his g-spot with every rock forward.

With dozy movements Blaine let his hands run from Kurt's knees up his thighs. He held around his hips and led Kurt to rise a little. Softly Blaine started moving his hips upwards, tenderly rocking his cock in and out of Kurt's heat. A lump was growing in his throat, the intensity of the moment and Kurt's eyes right in front of his so close they seemed almost magnified, was overwhelming.

As Blaine let his hands leave Kurt's hips, he stayed on his knees, moving slightly up and down to meet Blaine's hips as he moved into his body. Blaine let his hands drift up Kurt's back, palms sliding flatly to feel his bones and muscles. He smoothed his way over Kurt's shoulders and down his arms, caressing the soft skin through the fabric of his shirt, in time with their breathing going heavier against each other's faces.

"Blaine... Blaine..." Kurt panted as he started squeezing around Blaine's dick. His eyes were glassy and his lower lip was quivering.

Blaine's right hand slipped back up Kurt's shoulder, up his neck to cup his cheek. With a twirling in his stomach he brushed a thumb over Kurt's cheek, feeling how warm and flawless the skin was. A little smile spread on Kurt's face, pure and sweet, as his pussy strengthened its grip around Blaine's cock, fueling the flames inside of Blaine.

"So gorgeous, so good, baby -" Blaine stammered, feeling like his insides were shaking from the heat thundering inside of him.

Kurt's thighs were slippery with sweat over his own. The blanket under his naked ass was creasing and itching, but all he did was gripping onto Kurt faster, slide his left hand over Kurt's arm to grasp his hand and lead it down to lock their fingers between their overworking chests.

"Tell me... tell me that... you love me... tell me, Blaine," Kurt begged, his eyes now seeming close to tears as he bit down hard on his lower lip.

He slipped down, sitting back down on Blaine's lap and started to slowly roll his hips. His clit was rutting against Blaine's skin and pubic hair, his entire body feeling like he was about to spontaneously set on fire.

"I love you. Doll-face, I love you," Blaine groaned out, scared when tears brimmed Kurt's eyes and rolled down his heated face.

Kurt's hand was clenching Blaine's, painfully so. Blaine kept caressing his cheek with his thumb, doing his best to wipe away the tears, when Kurt started trembling and his breathing sped up. His forehead slid down Blaine's temple so he could bury his face into Blaine's hair as his pussy spasmed around Blaine's cock and started a ball of fire to roll to Blaine's crotch.

"Kurt, Doll-face... I love you... I love you," Blaine choked out.

His hips stilled momentarily before bucking erratically up, fucking hard into Kurt, only spurred on by the way Kurt's nails were digging into his neck. Still, he was scared from the way he could hear Kurt pant and try to hold his sobs back, but the haze taking over his brain had him paralyzed from the bliss of feeling his boiling seed filling up Kurt's heated hole.

"Doll-face, Doll-face... don't cry. Baby, tell me what happened. What's going on?" Blaine forced out softly, his breathing making his voice almost unrecognizable.

"I love you so much, Blaine," Kurt cried into his ear, clinging to him like he was scared that Blaine would let go of him.

"I love you too, Doll-face. Please look at me," Blaine cooed and forced his vision to focus.

He released his hand on Kurt's and cupped both of his hands around Kurt's face, forcing him to meet his eyes. His face was wet with tears, his cheeks fuchsia and his lips swollen.

"There you are, beautiful. Now, tell me what's wrong. What happened?" Blaine asked softly, brushing a thumb over Kurt's face to dry his cheek but he still looked a mess.

"I just... I'm sorry. I love you so much. I missed you all the time, and I come here, and you thought... I thought about leaving you, because... our age – we're so different. But I can't. I don't want to. Blaine, don't wanna be without you. I am so scared, but..." Kurt croaked. His voice kept breaking, thick and heavy from crying and lack of oxygen.

"Shhh. Calm down, baby. It's okay. It's okay. I thought you had left me. I missed you so much. But you're here now, and I'm not letting you go. It's okay. We're okay," Blaine assured him and pressed a kiss to his mouth.

He slipped his arms around him, holding the crying boy close to him with his hands gingerly soothing up and down his back, suddenly very aware that they were still naked from the waist down, connected by their most intimate parts. Kurt was shaking like a leaf, and Blaine kept cooing small sounds of comfort into his hair. What else was he supposed to do?

"I love you, Kurt. I'll never stop. I promise," he whispered, unsure whether Kurt could even hear.

"I know. I know. That's what makes it all even more stupid," Kurt groaned and sat up, facing Blaine as he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

"I just – I've thought a lot about us, lately. If it was worth going through the hazzle of doctors and police and people... knowing about me. I'm so terrified. Only you and my dad knows. I'm so... what if someone at school found out? What if... what if the jocks found out? I needed to be sure it was worth it. I'm sorry," Kurt said, trying to steady his voice.

"Kurt, I – don't be sorry. I understand. This is a huge deal. And I'm totally fine with it if you don't wanna do this. We can just pretend it's nothing and maybe they won't bother us again. I mean; I talked to my lawyer about it – that we discussed going to the police ourselves to have it all shut down – and he really thinks we should do that. Just get it over with, but if you don't feel comfortable about it, I would never push you into doing it. Never," Blaine blabbered out. He had told Kurt so many times, but there could never be a time too many.

"I – I wanna do it. Like you said; get it over with. I've really thought it through. We can't know if they'll leave us alone. They might come back tomorrow or in a month, and I just – I just want it to stop so we can be together," Kurt explained, his eyes slowly returning to normal.

"Then – let's do it. Tomorrow we'll go down there and tell we want this done, alright?" Blaine declared, hands back to Kurt's naked butt.

Kurt nodded hastily, sniffing a little, but his cheeks seeking for his eyes.

"Good. I'm not gonna let them take you away from me. Chin up, Doll-face. If anything happens we'll pack our bags and move across the country where no one knows us," Blaine smiled and squeezed Kurt's ass, nails sharp on the perfect skin.

"I'm afraid I'll have to get off you," Kurt declared, voice cracking with a chuckle.

"No. Don't go. You're so warm and wet and hot right here. I want to feel you around my cock forever," Blaine grinned and bucked upwards, his soft cock sore but swell inside the cavern of Kurt's warm cunt.

"You're so romantic," Kurt giggled and rolled his eyes. He leaned in to press his mouth onto Blaine's, his lips tasting like salt and sex.

With an innocent peck to Blaine's nose Kurt rose to his knees, and let Blaine slip slowly out of him, making his limp dick fall to rest on his thigh. He could feel his own semen drip out of Kurt and down on his thigh. His cock was twitching to go hard again from the entire situation, but it definitely wasn't going to happen.

Instead he let a hand down between Kurt's legs and pushed two fingers into his entrance. Kurt whined in surprise and immediately clasped around the intruders. After a few movements Blaine pressed his thumb towards Kurt's clit, so swollen and needy. Kurt groaned from the feeling, his thighs trembling from holding himself on his knees. Blaine dragged his fingers out with a torturous pace and shoved his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean from the mix of their juices, and Kurt moaned heavily from the sight.

"I love how we taste together," he smiled, drying the saliva off down Kurt's thigh.

"I do not know whether I find that hot or disgusting," Kurt admitted, his voice rasp and thick.

"Hot. Very hot," Blaine corrected him and licked his lips. He swapped his hand lightly on Kurt's ass, indicating for him to move. With that Kurt sat down on the couch next to him, the blanket under them almost soaked with sweat, sperm and vaginal juices.

Kurt tiptoed to the end of the couch and grabbed his satchel. He pulled a pack of tissues out and cleaned himself before cleaning off Blaine. He got to his feet and let a hand stroke over Blaine's curls before bending down to pull on his underwear. Then he disappeared into the bedroom and returned with a pair of Blaine's pajama pants on.

Meanwhile Blaine had got his own pants back on and pushed the blanket to the floor, ready for the washing machine. Kurt crawled between Blaine's legs and curled up against his chest. He ran his hands over Blaine's scruffy face, a smile filling his lips.

"I know. I'll shave tonight. Promise," Blaine said, now feeling how drained he was and how much he just needed a night on the couch with Kurt in his arms.

"I – actually think it's sort of sexy. In a weird kind of way," Kurt revealed, his cheeks going a little more pink.

"Well, we can save your hobo-fetich for another day, because this is going," Blaine grinned and squeezed his arm around the boy.

He knew that he should finish his work for the day. Round it all up and send it off to make sure he made it on deadline, but Kurt was lying there with him after he such long time's separation that he really couldn't find the motivation to get up.

"Remember the first night we met? When I asked about how many stains a UV lamp would show on your couch," Kurt grinned and grabbed a fistful of Blaine's shirt.

Blaine thought back, trying his best to dig out the memory, but he couldn't find it. All he could remember from that night was the way Kurt had looked at him with such trust, the first moment he had seen Kurt freed of his pants, the way Kurt had felt when he pushed into him.

"You told me no one would ever get to have sex on your fancy leather couch," Kurt chirped and rested his head on Blaine's shoulder.

"So uhm... do you take a lot of boys back here? How many stains would I find if I held an ultraviolet lamp over this couch?" Kurt asked, and Blaine was taken aback by his direct question. Apparently alcohol was the right potion to get him to come out of his shell.

"Trust me – no one gets to stain this couch. It's sacred – it's Italian," Blaine pointed out and happily noticed how Kurt had relaxed a little, and he hadn't moved away from Blaine's hand on his knee.

He remembered it now. Kurt's question had caught him off guard in the middle of his planning of how to get into his pants without making him feel like he was getting raped. So much had changed since.

"Oh – yeah. That's gotta be true love, for you. I let you stain my couch," Blaine chuckled, happy to see how relaxed Kurt seemed now.

Eventually Blaine completely abandoned his work. They ordered food and stayed on the couch, watching re-runs of old sitcoms. They fed each other ice cream and laughed at the characters on the screen making fools of themselves. In the evening Blaine laid back against Kurt's chest and allowed Kurt to play with his hair.

In the end Blaine forced himself up and showered while Kurt cleaned up the living room. When Blaine slipped into bed Kurt was already there, naked and waiting for him with open arms. Blaine immediately found his spot and allowed himself to dwell in the feeling of Kurt strolling his fingertips down his newly shaved cheeks.

"This will never happen to us again, alright? Just come talk to me if anything is wrong. Kick my ass until I listen to you, please -" Blaine whispered.

Kurt's eyes were strong and comforting through the dark filling the room. All the nightmares Blaine had suffered from while Kurt was away was chased out by Kurt's presence, even before they went to sleep.

"I'll try. I will. I don't want anything to come between us again. I can't bear going through another day without you," Kurt assured him and shuffled into his arms with a slight hum that drifted into a purring snoring.