Kurt ached as he made his way up the stairs to Blaine’s apartment.  Since returning to school after Spring Break his schedule had become more hectic than he could have imagined. Any spare moment he had seemed to be dedicated to practice for juries and the senior showcase. It was dark each night when he left school.  He relished the days he knew Blaine was waiting for him either at his apartment or occasionally Kurt’s. He was busy too gearing up for his finals. They made it work as best they could.

It had been a long day. Once his classes finished he had hours of dance rehearsals.  First an hour for his solo for juries and the showcase and then two hours just for the group numbers. When those were finished he had trudged his way to another studio to work on his stage combat piece with Hauser.  If he thought Hauser would go easy on him, Kurt was wrong. Hauser pushed him until he could hardly lift the sword anymore and then pushed him some more for good measure.  Kurt wanted to just relax in a hot bath and then maybe crawl into bed and die. The only flaw he saw in this plan was that he was supposed to spend the night with Blaine who he hadn’t seen outside of school for three days and wouldn’t see again for two more. He figured he could die in Blaine’s bed, though he would have to forgo a bath since he had no tub.

Blaine was waiting at the door and his face softened when he saw Kurt’s exhausted form trudge down the hall. “Oh Kurt,” he cooed, “you look dead on your feet. Why didn’t you just go home?”

“I wanted to see you.” Kurt said falling into Blaine’s embrace.

“Have you eaten?” Blaine asked.

Kurt shook his head, “Too tired to eat and I don’t think I could lift my arms.”

Blaine raised his eyebrow. “What do you want to do?”

“Sleep, can we just go to sleep?” Kurt whined.

“I have a better idea,” Blaine said steering him inside and over to the bed. Once there Blaine seemed frozen for a moment. “Can I-”

Kurt knew instantly what the problem was, “Tell me what you want to do sweetheart,” Kurt commanded gently.

“I want to give you a massage.” Blaine whimpered.

The idea sounded wonderful but Kurt was hesitant. “Blaine I would love nothing more, but I don’t think I am up for sex tonight I can barely move as it is.”

“Just let me take care of you, all you have to do is tell me what to do.” Blaine said. Kurt looked into his pleading eyes and saw such want in their dark depth he couldn’t refuse even  if he still wanted to.

“Undress me.” He answered.

Blaine sprung to action removing each layer until Kurt stood before him naked. He bit his lip holding himself back from giving into temptation as he waited for Kurt to tell him what to do next.

Instead of speaking Kurt stretched himself out on the bed, pillowing his head on his arms. “Undress yourself now we don’t want to get your clothes dirty.”

He could hear Blaine moving around stripping off his own clothes. After a moment he asked, “Do you have massage oil?”

“Yes Mahal Ko,” He answered.

“Get it and then come sit on the bed.” Kurt kept his eyes closed but he was more alert than he was before, listening to Blaine as he followed his every command. When he felt the bed dip beside him he teased, “Maybe I should have been more clear, how can you give a good massage from that position? Sit on my ass sweetheart.”

He could feel the weight of Blaine as he climbed up and sat on him, pushing his rapidly filling cock into the bed. He could feel Blaine’s length too as it brushed over the muscles of his back. “Good, pour the oil in your hands and warm it up and then start with my shoulders.” Kurt let himself focus on Blaine’s hands as they pressed firmly into his muscles only moving when instructed.  Never before had he just let himself take and it was intoxicating in its own way.  He missed the weight when Blaine moved down to knead the tension and soreness out of his thighs and calves.

“Give me room, let me roll over,” Kurt said.  As he rolled onto his back he could see how worked up each command made Blaine but even though he was worked up just as much he wasn’t ready to give in to it yet. “Massage my pecs.”

Blaine sat down slotting Kurt’s cock between his ass cheeks and as he stroked his slick hands over the muscles of Kurt's chest his ass undulated tantalizingly making Kurt let out a moan so loud and needy Kurt could feel a blush spreading up his neck and into his cheeks.

When Kurt didn’t think he could stand it much longer he managed to say, “My thighs.” Instead of retreating Blaine lifted himself up for only long enough to turn himself around and position himself once more against his length. Kurt waited until he felt like he would burst. “God if you don’t suck me I may die,” he breathed.  He could hear Blaine chuckle, but before he could tell him it was all his fault he was in this state Blaine’s mouth was around him and his words turned into a moan. He could feel his orgamsm sneaking up sooner than he would like to admit. “Okay,-” he practically yelped, “come up here and kiss me.”

He relished in the salty tang lingering in Blaine’s mouth and dipped his tongue in repeatedly to taste it. He almost whined this time when Blaine pulled away. He was looking at him with wide eyes his breathing harder than the kiss warranted. Kurt almost felt like panicking but before he did he asked, “What? What are you thinking?”

Kurt didn’t think of it as a command but the way Blaine’s body relaxed as he spoke it was clear that was the way it sounded and Blaine’s relief was obvious as he said, “I love you Kurt, I do, I love you and I’m sorry I didn’t say it before.”

Kurt’s heart swelled at the admission and there was nothing more he wanted than to show Blaine his love. “No need to be sorry, sweetheart. I love you too.” Blaine’s whole body shuddered hearing those words. “Color?” Kurt checked.

“Berde. Please tell me what to do.”

Kurt was a little thrown off balance that they moved so easily back into the scene, but it hit him, this wasn’t a power play, this was them being the way they were meant to be together. “Get the lube, I want to watch you finger yourself open for me.”

He watched as Blaine slicked his fingers up and reached behind himself. He didn’t tease as Kurt liked to do to him but pushed two fingers inside himself moaning at the motion. He was quick and efficient in his movements and before long was whining, “Please can I add another Mahal Ko?” Kurt could only nod and Blaine continued staring at him as he added another finger stretching himself more. Kurt watched him in his pleasure, as he rocked back on his fingers fucking himself needily. “Please I need your cock,” he groaned.

“Take it.” Kurt whimpered. He watched Blaine wince as he removed his fingers from his ass before fumbling around in the drawer and triumphantly pulling out a condom. It was almost too much as Blaine rolled it down his rock hard dick, that had been leaking steadily at the sight before him. Kurt expected him to ease himself down, to slowly seat himself, instead he almost impaled himself with one long push. Kurt cried out in surprise closing his eyes, trying to make himself not come that instant. He opened his eyes and Blaine was panting above him, his own eyes closed. “Make yourself feel good. Show me.”  Kurt whispered.  He started moving, pulling himself up and thrusting down hard, his hips circling.  Kurt was amazed by the sight and his pleasure seemed almost secondary to the sight of Blaine chasing his own.  He wanted to know what it felt like, he yearned to know how he made Blaine feel when he fucked  into him slowly and deep or hard and wild.  He looked so lost in his pleasure, he knew Blaine liked it, and he was suddenly curious. “Wait,” Kurt managed to stutter out and Blaine halted his movement in an instant looking at him with concerned eyes.

“I want to try something else.”

“Anything,” Blaine assured.

“I- I want you to fuck me.”  He could see the shock on Blaine’s face but continued before he could second guess himself. “I want to know how you feel when I am inside you. I want you to finger me open, slowly.  I’ve never done this before.”

“I’ve never-” Blaine began.

“Then it’s a first time for both of us.”  Kurt smiled at him, he then pulled him down, kissing him, and they both moaned as their bodies shifted together.  It was the first time Kurt was truly worried as he asked, “Color?”

Blaine was silent for a minute and Kurt appreciated him taking his time to answer honestly. He took a deep breath before saying, “Berde.”

Blaine lifted himself off Kurt throwing the condom in the trash beside the bed as he did.  He then reached for the lube with shaky hands and to help Kurt reminded him, “Go slow.” His command steadied Blaine.

Kurt closed his eyes wanting to just feel.  Blaine’s finger was cool as it circled slowly around his hole.  When Blaine pushed it in slowly he couldn’t help but squirm a bit, it was strange but not entirely unwelcome.  He could feel himself gradually relax to the sensation.  “Another,” he said.

The second finger was more of a shock, the stretch almost uncomfortable but the more Blaine twisted and scissored his fingers the more sparks of arousal began shooting up Kurt’s spine.  He soon found himself rocking to meet the intrusion.  “More,” he moaned and before he realized he’d said the word three fingers were entering him and the burn made him cry out.

“Okay?” Blaine’s voice husky with arousal asked.

“Yea,” Kurt panted.  He felt full but he knew it was nothing to what he would feel like to have Blaine inside him.  He bit his tongue to keep from demanding Blaine fuck him right then; he knew his body wasn’t ready.  Blaine crooked his fingers just right, sending white hot heat straight to Kurt’s cock.  “Now,” Kurt cried, “Fuck me now sweetheart.”

He felt Blaine’s fingers slip from him and whimpered at the loss.  He waited for Blaine to hover over him but he never came. Kurt was about to open his eyes and ask what was wrong when a small voice said, “Dilaw”

Kurt’s eyes sprang open in an instant. “What? What’s wrong?” He asked propping himself on his elbow to see Blaine. He was kneeling between Kurt’s legs with an empty condom box in his hands.

“We- we used the last condom.” Blaine said in a small voice.

Kurt panted for a moment thinking. Finally he said, “I don’t care if you don’t.  We were both tested, we know we are clean.  And really we were only using them to ease in clean up.”

He waited for Blaine to say something, when he didn’t Kurt said, “Sweetheart, I want you to fuck me, we will deal with the mess later.”  He knew if it really bothered him he would safeword out. Instead Blaine nodded, grabbing the lube once more.

Kurt’s heart pounded an erratic rhythm as he watched Blaine line himself up. His breath hitched as he felt the blunt head of Blaine’s cock first brush and then begin to press into him. His breath came in pants as Blaine worked himself inside agonizingly slowly. When Blaine stilled, he could only think how full he felt; if he felt this full what must Blaine feel with Kurt’s cock longer and fatter still.  He waited for Blaine to move before finally grunting, “Move, let me feel it.”

It was more than Kurt could have imagined when he felt himself spiraling out of control and he knew he was babbling nonsense spurning Blaine on.  He was becoming light headed and wasn’t sure how much more he could take, feeling so much. He felt as if his whole body was on fire and just before he was set to explode he felt warmth flood deep inside him as Blaine stuttered out a choked cry.

Kurt was still in shock at Blaine coming before he was told and leaving Kurt so close but still wanting he almost didn’t hear Blaine’s distressed voice saying, “I’m so sorry Mahal Ko. I didn’t mean to, it happened before I realized-” Kurt cut him off with a finger to his lips.

His shock gone and another plan in place he gave him a coy smile before saying, “You did make a mess didn’t you. How about you be a good boy and clean it up.”

Blaine looked down at him, surprised, as if he really expected Kurt to punish him for coming without permission. “And while you're at it I want you to jerk me off,” he added with mock sternness.

Blaine leaned up and kissed him whispering, “I love you.” before retreating between his legs. The first swipe of Blaine’s warm tongue up, over and inside his hole left Kurt a babbling mess. Blaine licked inside him cleaning out all his own come as he jerked him slowly. Being on edge for so long was too frustrating and finally Kurt growled, “If you don’t make me come, so help me-”

It was as if that was what Blaine was waiting for because in that instant he pulled away turned around and lowered himself once more on Kurt’s cock. Without the condom every thing seemed warmer and silkier and just more than before. Kurt hands flew up to part his cheeks so he could watch himself enter Blaine over and over again. He could feel himself getting ever closer, then Blaine’s fingers slid into him again rubbing relentlessly against his prostate.

“Mahal Ko, I’m gonna- I need to-” Blaine panted and Kurt hadn’t even realised he was hard again.

“Now my love.”  Kurt keened and as Blaine pulsed around him, his come splashing over Kurt’s thighs and his fingers pushed down hard against his prostate, Kurt released deep inside Blaine.

“Come here,” Kurt whimpered and when Blaine lay beside him relaxed, clearly floating, Kurt kissed him repeating ‘I love you’s’ until Blaine came back to himself enough to return the sentiment.

“I’m sorry I told you during sex,” Blaine said blushing at last, “But I was thinking it when you asked what I was thinking- and well- I couldn’t think of any reason then not to tell you.  I wish I had told you sooner.”

“It was perfectly imperfect, just like us.”  Kurt beamed. “Of course I will have to clean up the story when I tell Rachel, and my dad, and Elliot- well maybe not Elliot.”

“Kurt!” Blaine gaped at him.

“I’m just kidding sweetie.”  Kurt kissed him and then said, just because he could.  “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Blaine smiled.  He looked at Kurt with soft eyes before asking, “So how did you like it?  Bottoming?”

Kurt thought for a moment before answering, “I- I liked it, but I didn’t at the same time.  I felt more out of control than I like.  I’m not opposed to it, but it’s not something I will want to do all the time.”

“See that’s why I like it.” Blaine grinned burying his face in Kurt’s chest.

Kurt couldn’t help laughing,  “And that my dear is why you are the sub. I don’t like being out of control, not completely.  Maybe it would be different if I was riding you,” Kurt contemplated, “God my muscles don’t even want to think about that yet.”

Blaine moaned in sympathy.

“Thank you for the massage though, I do feel better.” Kurt said kissing Blaine’s forehead.

“Do you think it was just a massage?” Blaine teased.

“Well- thank you for you- and for loving me- and letting me love you.”  Kurt said before kissing Blaine thoroughly driving the point home.

Kurt held him. His last thought before drifting off to sleep was he was really going to be sore the next day.

Blaine couldn’t get him out of his mind, and he just had to know more about him. He knew that if he didn’t find out more he wouldn’t be able to let the thought of him go, and that was what he needed to do.  He didn’t need to let himself trust, not again.  If he knew more, the illusion would be broken he was sure.

He spied two guys he knew by sight, he didn’t know their names but he knew they were seniors. He approached them and tried to maintain his air of confidence. “Excuse me, do you know Kurt Hummel by any chance,” he asked.

They raised their eyebrows at each other before the taller of the two answers, “Oh yes, we know him.” It was clear whatever they knew they didn’t like.

“What can you tell me about him- personally?” Blaine prodded.

“He dated Adam Crawford a few years ago when he was a freshman, that man is so controlling that he dominated that ridiculous glee club he ran. Even named the stupid thing after himself. The ‘Adam’s Apples’, how dumb is that. So glad that thing disappeared when he graduated.”

Blaine remembered him, he was a senior when he first came to NYADA and he did walk around exuding an aura of dominance. “So - Kurt’s a sub?” Blaine asked trying to keep his voice even.

The shorter boy answered this time, “Of course,” he then turned a coy smile on Blaine, “But if you are looking for someone to put on their knees, I volunteer as tribute. You look just like the kind of Dom I need.”

Blaine stuttered out some kind of reply as he backed away.  He hated it when people assumed he was a Dom.  He found out just the information he needed to vanquish his crush though; Kurt was a sub, it couldn’t have possibly worked out.  Blaine didn’t understand why this realization didn’t make him happy.