“Do you trust me?”

“I trust you.”

“Completely?”

“Completely.”

“I know. I just like to hear it.”

Kurt smiled and craned his head down to kiss Blaine slowly, licking his tongue into Blaine's mouth and bridging the last remnants of distance between them.

Blaine was on his back on the bed, fully naked, of course, and tied down with a pillow tucked under his ass. He shivered as Kurt's nimble fingers tied the strip of chiffon fabric across his eyes, not enough to completely block his vision but enough to leave him helpless. He felt, rather than saw, Kurt clasp the delicate gold star necklace around his neck.

Kurt shifted his weight to remove one more item from the trunk. Not the ear, not the ear, please let it not be the ear, Blaine thought as Kurt hovered over him. He relaxed as he heard the click of a barette fastening around a lock of his hair.

Blaine relaxed against Kurt's touch as long, strong fingers probed between his legs. His cock throbbed for attention, despite the fact that he was strung taught against the mattress at an odd angle with his hips in the air, adorned with ladies' accessories.

“Don't worry about the prep, Kurt. I need you, now!” Blaine groaned, twisting his hips to make closer contact with Kurt's fingers.

Kurt spread lube across his fingers and slid them, wretchedly slowly, into Blaine's ass. “Shhh, just let me take care of you. And of course I'm going to prep you. I could never hurt you, Blaine. Never, ever ever.” He punctuated each word with a kiss dropped onto the skin of Blaine's belly, then nuzzled into the curly hair around Blaine's navel as he began to slide his fingers in and out.

Blaine bucked his hips to the sky, taking Kurt's fingers as deeply as he could manage while still tethered to the bed. Kurt held his hand steady, pressing down on Blaine's hips. “You're not the boss here,” he cooed. “You'll get more when I give you more. Just let me.”

Blaine moaned in response to the words, then wailed as Kurt scissored his fingers “Maybe I'll just go ahead and give you more,” Kurt smirked.

“Kurt, please, I can't take the tease,” Blaine whimpered.

“I don't think this counts as a tease. I am fingering you,” Kurt mused.

“Whatever, the point is that I desperately need your cock. Please, baby, fuck me. Please, oh god, please!” Blaine thrashed on the bed, consumed by want. Kurt slipped his fingers from inside of Blaine, and shifted forward onto his knees.

“You want me to fuck you now? You don't want any more foreplay? Are you suuure?” Kurt purred, teasing the head of his cock at Blaine's entrance.

“Please, please...” Blaine sobbed, thrashing his head back and forth blindly.

Kurt gripped Blaine's thighs and slid into him wordlessly, steadily sinking until he bottomed out in one smooth stroke. Blaine's voice rose to a wail as Kurt filled him completely.

Kurt began to thrust into his boyfriend, making a lewd slapping noise between them as he worked up a sweat against his body. Kurt ran his fingertips along the star at Blaine's clavicle, then the sunflower in his hair.

Blaine whined and arced his body upward, straining against the bonds, seeking Kurt's face for a kiss. Kurt grinned at the sight of his blindfolded boyfriend. He stilled himself deep inside of Blaine, then changed the motion from aggressive pounding to a slow, controlled rolling of the hips, nuzzling Blaine's face until their lips met and he could kiss him deeply as he moved.

Blaine's fingers pressed white marks into Kurt's shoulders as they came together, tongues tangled and teeth clashing to mirror the rest of their bodies.

* * * * *

Burt walked into the kitchen as Kurt was making dinner, filled a water glass at the sink and took a drink. “Kurt, that detective stopped by the shop again. You really ought to call him back,” he said casually, before wiping his mouth.

“Oh, I guess I forgot. I'll call him tomorrow,” Kurt replied, chopping the carrots with just a bit more emphasis than he had been a moment ago.

“Come on, Kurt, this is important. He needs to rule you out as a suspect to move on with the investigation. You know that kid had a family and all that, they gotta be hurting, not knowing what happened to him, or why. It would gut me for you to disappear like that, to never know what happened to you.” Burt was leaning against the counter now, watching Kurt as he worked.

“But Blaine and I know nothing about it, so we have nothing to contribute to his investigation.” Kurt shrugged and reached for an onion, keeping his back to his father.

“Who said anything about Blaine? He doesn't have any connection to NYADA and didn't go to those mixer things, right?”

Kurt's eyes flicked to the side as he thought quickly. “I thought you said he wanted to talk to Blaine, too? The other day?”

“I don't remember saying that. No, he didn't want Blaine, just you.” Burt folded his arms across his chest as he spoke.

“Thank God,” Kurt mumbled, his mouth set in a hard line. He started to peel the onion, tears smarting in his eyes.

“What's that, bud?” Burt said.

“I said I'll do it, dad. Don't worry.” Kurt finished the onion as he spoke, then wiped his eyes, thankful for the excuse to cry.

* * * * *

Blaine came to see Kurt after dinner. When he arrived, he headed straight upstairs after a nod to Burt. When he opened the door to Kurt's bedroom, he found an unusually chaotic scene.

Clothes were draped over every possible surface. Kurt's closet doors were blown wide open, and every drawer was pulled out. The trinket trunk sat on the floor next to the bed, unopened. Two suitcases of different sizes sat on top of the bed, each half-full with a variety of clothing and other items.

Kurt himself was seated at his vanity, rubbing his eyes. He jumped at the touch as Blaine approached him from behind and began to rub his shoulders.

“What's going on, Kurt? Can I help?” Blaine asked. As he spoke, he mentally calculated how quickly he could drive home, pack a suitcase and get back to the Hudson-Hummel house.

Kurt shook his head absently. “There's nothing for you to do. I just have to think.”

“This doesn't look like just thinking, to me. Are you going somewhere? Are WE going somewhere?” Blaine asked, veering into a stern tone.

Kurt whipped his head around, looking up into Blaine's eyes, the distance fading from his vision. “I thought we should get out of town for a while,” he said.

“Kurt, we just got back. How long is a while?” Blaine asked.

“I'm... I'm not sure,” Kurt replied.

Blaine knelt on the floor, clasping both of Kurt's hands in his own, and looked up steadily at Kurt's face. “Open and honest, remember?” he said, voice roughened by emotion, “I want the truth.”

“Okay,” Kurt whispered.

“This is it, isn't it? We aren't coming back?”

Kurt bit his lip and nodded slowly, his blue eyes brimming with tears.

Overcome, Blaine threw his arms around Kurt's waist and sobbed into his chest. Kurt let his cheek drop to Blaine's curls and cried as well, his own stoicism completely dismantled by Blaine's tears. They stayed there, entwined, until each were cried out.

Blaine stood and cupped Kurt's face in his hands, brushing his thumb across Kurt's cheekbone to wipe away the remaining tears. “I'm gonna run home and pack, but I'll be back. It won't take me an hour,” he said.

Kurt nuzzled into Blaine's palm for a moment, then sniffled and looked up. “Okay. Leave your suitcase in the car when you come back. I don't want my dad to know.” He barely managed not to break into sobs again as he spoke, and Blaine gave him a quick squeeze before wiping his own eyes and heading out of the room.

When Blaine came back, the room had been restored to something resembling its normal order. Only one door of the closet still stood open, and Kurt knelt on the floor in front of it, his head and shoulders buried inside. He was rummaging around so intently that he didn't appear to register Blaine's presence.

“Whatcha looking for, babe?” Blaine asked.

“I know they're in here somewhere. I threw them into the deepest, darkest corner of these catacombs in a fit of pique, and haven't touched them since.” Kurt shouted, muffled by rows of skinny jeans.

“Them?” Blaine replied, attempting to clarify what was probably the least confusion part of the sentence.

“Ah! Found them!” Kurt shouted, wriggling his rear end until he was able to back out of the closet, a shiny golden garment held triumphantly in his hands.

Blaine's eyes widened and his cock twitched as he recognized the item. “I didn't realize you kept those, after...” he said, clearing his throat to try and remove the huskiness from his voice.

Kurt snapped the pants flat and folded them briskly. “They were rather expensive... and very flattering.”

“Yes, very flattering,” Blaine echoed, his voice sliding into huskiness once more.

* * * * *

It was after midnight when they pulled away from the house, headlights off until they reached the main road. Kurt wanted to make absolutely sure that Burt, Carole and Finn were all sound asleep when they left.

“Did you have a destination in mind?” Blaine asked as they approached the entrance to the highway.

“Just drive west,” Kurt sighed, slumping in the passenger seat and throwing his arm over his tired eyes.

“All right, do you mind if I listen to the radio? I could use the distraction.” Blaine replied, switching the device on in response to Kurt's gentle nod.

“You got a fast car

But is it fast enough so we can fly away

We gotta make a decision

We leave tonight or live and die this way”

Blaine winced and snapped the radio off. “Maybe the iPod...” he muttered, plugging the converter in before turning the radio back on. He sang along as a familiar track played.

“If I could find a way to see this straight

I'd run away

To some fortune that I should have found by now

And so I run now to the things they said could restore me

Restore life the way it should be

I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down”

Blaine reached across the center console to take Kurt's hand. As soon as their fingers intertwined, Kurt squeezed hard, the blood rushing from his knuckles and turning the skin pale, stretched across the bones of his hand.

The stars moved past as the car flew westward, speeding them from their old life and into the future.