The summer seems to fly over like a whirlwind, and in that time work comes quick and full yet still easy and steady, not too much but not too little either, just right.

Kurt's new range takes full flight and a whole army of people are employed in all regions and venues to assist, leaving both Kurt and Blaine able to take care of more of their other duties.

There are events in all shapes and sizes- award shows, charity fund raisers, movie premiers and more of the like, all with both of Blaine and Kurt's names on.

It seems like at the moment everybody wants a piece of the duo, a slice of what life is really like for them in and out of the office.

Sometimes it's necessary to take a step back and look at what's really important, what's vital and needed in terms of the business, or is their presence only wanted to gawk at and leer over.

In the end there are just as many declines as there are acceptances and Blaine lets Kurt decide on every one of them. He seems to get some sort of a kick out of being able to decide where he wants to show his face and show off his arm candy. Blaine just lets him run with it.

Blaine won't admit it out loud, still, but he does secretly love the bossiness in Kurt, and the hold he has on him, and not just because he is indeed his boss. It's this hidden submissive side of Blaine that opens up to this Kurt, this Kurt that demands and takes and controls and makes Blaine feel liking rolling over on to his back and begging Kurt to just take him, have him.

It's one of the reasons why they work, why they're Kurt and Blaine, how they can work and live with and love each other so well and so strongly all at the same time.  

There have even been some offers for some personal interviews, like the widespread ones you get in those glossy gossip magazines, with photo shopped pictures of couples and their families pretending to like each other whilst smiling randomly at a marble fireplace.

There's no way in hell that Kurt is letting any of that anywhere near his home and his personal life. Blaine has to deal with enough without his privacy being invaded also.

As the fall slowly approaches and September appears out of nowhere, things are starting to ease up and seem almost normal. They work together either from the office or out in whatever venue they've been sequestered in that day, and then they come home and act like any other ordinary couple. They shower and change into PJ's and sweats, cook dinner whilst fondling and groping each other, share sticky ice cream kisses on the couch whilst watching something completely ridiculous and then push each other into bed and writhe themselves to sleep.

It's perfect.

There hasn't been much talk of Blaine's own personal future plans, and Kurt seemingly isn't going to push it. It isn't something that he has to necessarily jump right into and make all major decisions in one go.

Blaine knows that Kurt's support is there and Blaine has assured Kurt that he isn't going anywhere, but has also promised that he will look into other aspects of a potential new career for him.

They have already discussed and made clear on the fact that Blaine is not going to leave working for Kurt in order to pursue whatever it is he wants to pursue, he is going to do it alongside working for Kurt.

Blaine thinks he's working for Kurt, but everyone around them who spends enough time observing them knows fine well, that in the little over a year that Blaine has been around, he's really come in to his own. He doesn't just work for Kurt, he works with him. And everyone knows that Kurt just wouldn't work at all without Blaine, not anymore. They are both just as needy and greedy of each other in equal measures.

After all, Kurt had admitted- with evidence backed up by Carole, Burt and Santana- that it was more of a companion in someone he needed, not an actual assistant, per say. Someone to rely on and be relied on back, someone to reassure himself with, to be able to look at someone and not feel judged, but to feel wanted and needed and able to feel like he can just be.

And that someone turned out to be Blaine, who has proven himself worthy and vital to Kurt's needs in more than one way.    

Not everything is entirely different though, and though at the time of Blaine fully submerging himself into Kurt's everyday life, things that had seemed to change are now settling back into place. It's hard to describe, kind of like old and new are merging together and now it's just comfortable, it's right.

It's during one hazy September afternoon, when the weather is warm but dull, with grey clouds and pointless misty raindrops, that Blaine is reminded of the very early version of Kurt he had grown to know so well and come to love.

After proving over the spring and summer that they could in fact actually cope without each other for a few hours of the day and didn't have to be attached at the hip, Blaine had suggested he stay behind for some meetings that Kurt is more than able to attend on his own.

In that time Blaine would stay home in the office and generally tidy up the mess of their space and schedules and lives that the past and current busy week had caused.

On this day in particular it hadn't taken Blaine as much time as expected to draft up some generic emails and rearrange some dates in the diary. After completing every little task he had set himself, he decides to spend some time ‘for him' like what Kurt had asked of him in his new contract- If that's what Kurt is still calling it.

He starts off in the study, happily strumming away on his guitar, mentally visualising future liner notes and lyrics. Then he switches over to the keyboard, fiddling with the settings and experimenting with the symphonic keys and tones before moving out to the living room and sitting at his piano.

As he plays, with his fingers gliding over the keys expertly from muscle memory he closes his eyes and imagines his melody played over the top of some dramatic theatrical scene. He smiles at the thought.

After some time he ends up back in the office, sitting at his computer desk, and a number of search engine boxes and windows opened up on his laptop screen. He's in the middle of scrutinizing some kind of online blog about production companies and music incorporations when his phone buzzes in his pocket.

With a small smile he fishes it out and looks down whilst unlocking the screen, thinking its Kurt telling him that he's on his way back and what plans he has in mind for Blaine.

Cooper

Little Bro! When do I get to meet my new bro-in law? When is he going to give me a job? Mom is still concerned after seeing that clip of you on the net some weeks ago getting your assed kicked by the paps. She wants you to hire a security guard, she actually wants you to hire dad. HA! Dad! Don't think he knows about it though. Hire me!! Love you bro x

Ok so that isn't exactly the message he had expected to see, although honestly he isn't completely surprised. This is just the first of many messages that Cooper has been sending him ever since he and Kurt came out publically as dating- well more publically than before anyway.

With a sigh, a hand rubbed over his face and an undeniable amused chuckle he replies with some sort of crazy faced out of place emoji and then calls his parent's house number.

“Blaine?”  His mom answers after only one two rings.

“Yeah, hey mom, how'd you know it was-”

“Oh it saves numbers and names on this fancy new phone your father bought, cool huh?” Blaine can't help but smile.

“Yeah, pretty cool mom. How are you? How's dad?”

“Fine dear, we're both fine, as usual. We miss you, and your brother of course, but we never hear from you now that you're famous and all.”

“I'm not famous mom-”

“But your boyfriend is.”

“Mom-” Blaine cuts himself off with an exhale. How the hell does he respond to that, how can he deflect? He can't, it's the truth. Both parts are completely true. Kurt is his boyfriend and Kurt is famous. And damn if they weren't words that Blaine thought he'd never ever use.

He feels giddy and a little panicked at the same time, fluttering butterflies mixed with that weighed down feeling, it's both pleasurable and exhausting. A constant thought vibrating through his mind and tingling under his skin. 

“Yeah mom, he is. Doesn't mean that I am.” It still feels weird, openly talking to his mother about stuff like this, after spending so many years avoiding these sorts of conversations with both of his parents, it's nice though at the same time, but still a little odd.

He remembers that first conversation that he'd had with his mom a few months ago, who had then conveyed it over to his dad in a sort of live running commentary fashion.

It had been awkward with limited words and very little phone conversation etiquette and manner, but it went something a long the lines of;

“So I just thought you should know that-that Kurt and I are gonna try dating, we-we are dating now, um as well as working with each other, and we're living together, obviously-cause you know we always were. But um yeah.”

It could have been better but it also could have been a lot worse.

Blaine was just relieved that his mother's response of, “That's nice dear, well good for you, just be careful, ok? Don't get too carried away with it all. Oh and your father wants to know who looks after Mr Hummel's finances?” was as nice and normal as that, even if a little unclear and odd. But he wasn't going to pry for more, he had their acceptance and blessing and that's all that mattered to him.

After that conversation, every time Kurt and Blaine were spotted and snapped out in public Blaine would receive some form of message from both his brother and his parents, with very different contents but similar meanings, loosely translating to, ‘We're happy to see you happy, when can we meet him?'

Blaine's mom sighs and chuckles a little bit down the other end of the phone, it's something that Blaine had picked up from her.

“I know that dear, I'm just saying that you're too busy with your celebrity-esque lifestyle to visit with us these days, and I worry about you.  I see and hear what those people say to you with their cameras and their vulgar, suggestive comments. It's very unsettling for a mother you know.”

Blaine sinks back into his desk chair. He gets it, she's right and he knows what he's got to do to put her mind at rest. Blaine and his family haven't always been close, but they love and care for each other, and their hearts have always been in the right place, if not a little wonky.

“I know mom, I'm sorry that you feel like that, but you know I'm ok right, I'm happy, I promise.”

“Mm-hmm. And we all know why, don't we?” He can hear the smile in her voice, he can visualise her eyes crinkling with teasing mirth. He actually forgets how alike they truly are, and this little reminder makes him smile right back at her down the phone, in an empty room.

“I'll visit you soon, I promise. What are your plans for the last weekend of this month?” Blaine thinks about the upcoming trip to Lima, mentally calculating when he can slip away from the Hummel's for a little while to meet up with his parents in Westerville. He'll ask if Cooper can make it back from LA too, they could have a family lunch and then he could be back in Kurt's arms with his lovely welcoming family by night fall. His parents won't suspect a thing.

It's not that he doesn't trust his family around Kurt. It's just that he knows that the house Kurt had bought Burt and Carole is well equipped for privacy and security purposes. They can hideout in that house undetected and unbothered, but at his parent's home in Westerville, even though it's grand and spacious, it's not exactly secluded.

Though it could be, he knows that if he asked his parents, they would do their best to keep he and Kurt safe ands hidden. Even though Cooper isn't exactly ‘Kurt' famous he still throws himself in to every spotlight he can, and his parents have become acclimated to that, so they can adjust to Kurt and Blaine right?

He'll think about it, for future visits. His mom doesn't know that they're both coming to Lima together for a few days. She doesn't have to know anything.  

“My plans are now whatever you're planning Blaine. Oh I'm so happy son, promise me you'll come.” Blaine smiles, this is what families should be like, he's feeling like he should have always felt when organizing arrangements with his family.

“I promise mom, I'll be there.”

“And Kurt? Will he be accompanying you? We could make up you're old bedroom, I could cook you both your favourite meal that you used to like whenever you came home at weekends from school.”

Oh. Well that certainly catches him off guard. He's not exactly surprised, he knows that his mom and most definitely Cooper and probably his dad have been hinting to meet Kurt for weeks. He just never thought that his mom would be so direct about it, so willing and make it sound so easy and normal and like it wouldn't be the most scariest, embarrassing thing in the world.

“Um, I uh-”

“Don't you trust us Blaine? You obviously really like this man, and I'd have thought that you would have wanted us, especially me, your mother to meet him. You can trust me with him. I promise.”

Blaine feels his chest crack and ache slightly, he's never heard his mother sound so quiet and dejected and almost sad. He loves his mom, and he loves Kurt more than anything, his mom may not know that yet, but she's right, they should know each other. He wants the two very close and personal aspects of his life to meet, old mixed with new.

“I'll see what I can do mom, I'll ask him, you know how busy he is, he's going to visit his parents anyway. Well we both are-”

“You are?” God damn Blaine. You and your mouth.

“Well yes, I've met them both, more than once, we are-they are-we're close.” His mom grows quiet, with just a breathy puff of air.

Shit.

“Mom? I met them when they came to the condo, on separate occasions, it wasn't planned. Carole actually helps Kurt sometimes with his business, she interviewed me, that's when I officially met her. You'll meet Kurt, you will.”

“Ok Blaine.” She's still quiet but the hint of sadness has gone, “Hopefully we will see you and Kurt soon then. Take care son.”

“You too mom.” Blaine tries to sound as bright as he can manage, “Love you.”

“I love you too son, and if Kurt loves you as much as I do, he'll want to meet me and your father and even your brother too. Bye darling.”

Well Damn.     

 *

Kurt's meeting that day had been scheduled for two o'clock in the afternoon and should have only lasted no longer than an hour. It was just supposed to be a basic ‘this is where we are now and this is what we aim to do next' type meeting that his management team for his multiple ranges had arranged. It's something that they like to do occasionally in order to settle any issues or worries and to ensure that Kurt is always satisfied with the choices and decisions that they make. 

However two and a half hours later when Blaine receives no call or text and is just about to call Sam, he hears the elevator arrive and the doors slide open with its familiar metal hum.

He gets up out of his seat and strolls to the open office doorway, hands in the pockets of his navy office slacks, leaning against the door jamb.

Kurt shuffles out of the elevator before the doors have even finished opening, his hair is dishevelled from the appalling afternoon rain, his cheeks are flushed and his shirt collar is unbuttoned and his tie is half hanging out of his jacket pocket.

He looks absolutely gorgeous, and extremely pissed off.

“Hey are you alright? What took you so long-” Blaine steps out towards Kurt, arms open, but with a second look, quickly changes his mind and backs off.

Obviously the meeting hadn't turned out to be just a basic whatever Kurt thought it was going to be.

Kurt storms passed Blaine, almost knocking him back into the door frame and into the office. When Blaine turns on his heel to stare at him, he doesn't even sit down at his desk, just kind of walks around the room in tight circles, a deep frown on his face.

Blaine slowly steps forward, he's racking his brains, trying to think of the right words to say, the right questions when suddenly Kurt rips off his jacket, throws it on to the desk and starts pulling at the buttons on his sleeve cuffs.

“Why can't people just do what they're told you know? They get paid to do as I tell them. No I don't want them to re-launch the Mr and Mr range for a more seasonal value. That range is unique and specific and for a reason, a damn good reason. I don't just spew out clothes like some machine for no special reason. God.”

Blaine bows his head, with his arms crossed against his chest, blows out a breath and resists the urge to whistle under his breath.

Oh he hasn't seen this Kurt in a while. ‘Broody, bitchy, I'm too good for the world' Kurt is back. And Blaine has strangely kind of missed him.

“It is my choice. Mine. I get the final say, and I pay them to listen.” Kurt points in some random direction, whilst he stares into thin air. “I'm not just a god damned pretty face.” He's not quite shouting, yet not just talking either. “I have a brain. I didn't earn my money with nothing up here did I,” He starts poking at his head and Blaine looks up at him, his expression startled but fond, “I know what I'm doing.”

Kurt scoffs out a breath and finally slumps down into his chair behind his desk. He raises his head, his eyes like bright burning blue flames, billowing with grey puffs of smoke, trained right on Blaine.

Suddenly Blaine starts to feel very sorry for his team and can only imagine what they're feeling right now.

“This is why you should come with me, to back me up. This is why I hired you, to be there with me, everywhere. You should have been there. You know why I made that damn range, and no I don't want to produce it in seven different colours and fabrics. It just is what it is.” Kurt's voice starts to rise in pitch. “The stitching of the dinner suit is the colour of your eyes when you're laughing freely and the pocket lining in the casual pants suit remind me of that shirt you nearly always wear to bed. The range can't be changed.”

Kurt's eyes are still cold and piercing but his voice is softening, slightly cracking. He closes his mouth, swallows and blinks a couple of times.

Blaine simply stares at him, an eye brow quirked. There's a slight glimmer of humour in his eyes and the shadow of an upturned lip, but his facial features are masked with reverence mixed with slight concern.

Quietly and softly Blaine says to him, “You finished?”

Kurt stares at him for a few silent achingly long seconds and then slowly nods, his shoulders sagging. Blaine nods once in return and then swiftly walks out of the room.

Blaine heads straight for the staircase, taking two at a time he hits the first landing in seconds and strides towards the bedroom, already pulling off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. When he gets inside he's almost naked, heading for the en suite he undoes his fly and steps out of his pants, balling up his discarded clothes and planting them in the laundry basket on his way passed.

In the en suite he thumbs down his boxers whilst reaching for the dials of the shower and when he's completely naked and the temperature is warm enough, he steps inside facing the far tiled wall.

And waits.

The hot water feels good cascading down his back and shoulders as Blaine stands under the downpour, rubbing his hands through his hair and over his face.

It doesn't take long and Blaine barely hears the sound of the glass shower partition sliding open under the loud gushing of the water, but when he feels warm breath ghosting over the wet skin of his neck and a pair of arms suddenly wrapping around from behind him, pulling him tight and close- he can't help but hum appreciatively and smile.

He leans back, pushing his shoulders into Kurt's chest and places his arms on top of Kurt's, pulling him closer.

“I'm sorry.” The words are hushed into his shoulder followed by a trail of soft open mouthed kisses. Blaine turns around in Kurt's arms and reaches up to sweep his wet hair back from his forehead.

He smiles softly at him, watching him intently. “I know you are, but don't be, it's ok.”

“No it's not.” Kurt closes his eyes and pushes his face into Blaine's palm when he drops his hand to Kurt's face. “But thank you for being your usual annoying perfect self and putting up with me anyway.”

Blaine pulls himself up on to his tiptoes and plants a wet smacking kiss on Kurt's forehead. “Is this still part of your apology? because you're kind of going off track.”

Kurt smiles, chuckles a bit and then leans down to kiss him back on the lips, once, twice and then again and again, slick and messy, full of loud gasps and moans.

Blaine starts to short-circuit, the feel of Kurt under his hands and his lips, soft skin warm and wet and slippery and very naked is becoming a little too much. Yet still he manages to pull back just a fraction and look into Kurt's eyes, with his hands placed either side of Kurt's neck.

“Do you want to talk about what happened? Are you ok? Just a bad day?”

Kurt smiles and nods, ducks down to kiss Blaine and giggles when Blaine pulls back obviously wanting words before kisses.

“I'm fine, you know that this is what I need right now. Just you and me, together. Like this, like now.” He ducks back in, folding his arms around Blaine's waist and back.

Blaine nods and smirks, accepts one kiss and then pulls back and says, “What you said though, about me, is it really my fault, do I-”

“No, of course it's not your fault.” Kurt sighs and swipes his hands through his hair, ringing out some of the droplets. He resumes his hold on Blaine, close and tight and looks deeply into his eyes, they're clear and bright and soft. His skin is pale with a slight rosy blush spreading over his cheeks and chest and shoulders, all of that mixed with the swirling steam of the hot water around them Kurt looks utterly delectable. Blaine even licks his lips.

“I'm sorry that I said that, of course it's not your fault. I was just needing to vent you know and I just wanted to-”

“Did you mean what you said about the colour of my eyes and-and the suit?” Blaine can't help but interrupt. Honestly he couldn't care less about being Kurt's verbal punching bag, he just wants to make sure that he's ok, and honestly, now he's reeling over what else had been confessed in Kurt's heated little moment of outrage.

Blaine's chest is pounding, he feels a mixture of nerves, overjoyed and turned on all at the same time, and it's strange.

Kurt nods, his lips lifting into a slow cheeky smile. “Of course, it's the truth.”

Blaine tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, he catches the way Kurt's eyes flash as they follow the movement. “I didn't know that. You never told me that.”

Kurt slowly starts to rock them, swaying softly side to side.

“Well do you need to know everything?” He's teasing, Blaine knows that, and the glint in his eyes is just too over powering, too fucking gorgeous. “Look, please can we stop talking about this now. My team pissed me off, but it's over now. I'm ok and I'm sorry and please just kiss me.”

And there's only really one answer to that. Blaine pushes up and in to Kurt and kisses him hard and fast.         

Back in the early days when Blaine came across this Kurt, there wasn't much that he could do other than bribe him out of his moods with food and coffee, tempt him into laughing at his jokes and smiling at his silly faces. But then at night he would have to go to his own room and get into his own bed and only be able to relieve himself of the day's tension with his own hand.

And then even when he and Kurt had started fooling around and pleasuring each other in the most exquisite ways, there was still a guard there, a barrier that was keeping them from truly being and feeling whole together.

But now Kurt is his, his to know and to please and to help and it's Blaine's duty to do right by him always, no matter of his shitty attitude or mood. This was always the Kurt that he had fallen in love with, and now he is able to deal with these moods in which ever way he wishes.

Blaine knows Kurt's, knows his needs and his limits, when he's ready to snap and when he's ready to explode into a million pieces, and when he just needs to be loved thoroughly, and reminded that he is loved in return, over and over.

Right now Kurt just needs to let off some steam, and what better way or place to do just that than in a steamy shower stall with a much too eager participant.

Blaine starts lowering his lips down over Kurt's collarbone and chest, sucking lip and light teeth marks in a trail down to his navel as he bends and kneels on the tiled floor. Kurt moans and curls his fingers into Blaine's hair, scrunching the soggy curls into tiny spirals and letting them spring back up, tickling against his palm.

Blaine could already feel Kurt half hard against his leg moments ago when they were kissing, even when they were just standing close holding each other, but now as his face nudges lower down Kurt's body towards his groin, Kurt's long hard erection sticks out and nudges against his chin.

Blaine smirks and lightly kneads Kurt's ass with his fingers, turning his hips as he goes and pushes at Kurt's thighs so that he twists and steps back, pressing up against the wall behind him.

Blaine mouths at his cock, doesn't close his lips around him but makes sure that every inch of Kurt has been covered by his lips in some variation.

“Bl-Blaine-” Kurt pants, “Stand up please, I need-I need-”

Blaine slowly starts to rise up off of his knees, kissing up Kurt's stomach as he goes.

“What? What do you need?” He's smirking as Kurt starts to pull him towards the back of the tiled stall. He already knows what's going to happen, and his body thrums with excitement.

The shower in the en suite is more like a wet room, the flooring is even and wide and there's plenty space for both Kurt and Blaine to be in there at the same time, washing and cleansing…and other stuff, of course.

Kurt's hands wander down to Blaine's hips, grasping firmly, his fingers starting to widen and spread, travelling over Blaine's firm cheeks, slowly teasingly pulling them apart. Blaine groans.

Standing up sex is the best, it's hot and wild and feral and when they can get the angle just right, because of the slight height difference- it's fucking perfect.

But the thing with that is it's usually back to chest, face pressed up against a wall of some variety. There was that time when Blaine had managed to pick Kurt up, with his long lean legs wrapped around his hips, and had fucked him for as long as he could manage until his arms started to spasm and his thighs started to quiver.

But with the way Kurt is huffing and panting, moaning and writhing against him, it's pretty clear that he hasn't got the time or patience to do that, and it's one of those moments that feels deep and intimate and personal and there's nothing hotter than staring into the eyes of who you're sinking deep in to.

And Kurt needs inside of him. Like yesterday.

So that is why they recently had a bench installed up against the far tiled wall of the shower compartment. For these occasions.

Kurt eases himself down on to the wide tiled bench and pulls Blaine into his lap with his legs spread wide, straddling over his. Blaine smiles and ducks his head into the crook of Kurt's neck, placing a line of kisses up to his jaw line and back. He leans into Kurt as close as he can, pushing his ass out and spreading his bent legs as wide as he can manage, giving Kurt perfect access.

Kurt presses a finger to Blaine's hole, fuzzy and damp, soft and warm and even though the only lubricant they're using right now is running water, Kurt can't resist in pushing the tip of his finger in.

Kurt kisses his jaw and whispers against his skin as he moves his finger around in small tight circles. “Mmm, so tight Blaine.”

Blaine can only whine and whimper a bit in response, circling his hips in small circles on Kurt's lap, trying to help him out. Eventually Kurt pulls out and reaches under the bench where they keep their little plastic basket of ‘supplies'. Blaine situates himself more comfortably and is eagerly anticipating the feeling Kurt's fingers pressing into his hole once more, when Kurt suddenly takes a hold of his hand and squirts a dollop of cool gel like liquid into his palm.

“Stretch yourself. Get yourself ready for me.” He drawls into Blaine's ear. Blaine gets right to it.

Kurt's hard on becomes increasingly impatient, bouncing and throbbing, leaking at the tip between their stomachs as Kurt stares down at Blaine fingering himself open for him. Blaine is making the most pornographic sound effects as he does so, rolling his hips, chewing on his lip, fluttering his eye lashes and although Kurt knows fine well he's doing it for show, to get Kurt to hurry the fuck up and take him, Kurt holds off for as long as he can.

Watching Blaine like this, on top of him, completely at Kurt's mercy, and readying himself for his cock is not something that deserves to be rushed, even if the end result will be no doubt even more spectacular.

When Blaine finally pulls his fingers out, brushes them up against Kurt's chest, leaving creamy streaks, he plants a hard smacker of a kiss to Kurt's lips and Kurt knows that play time is over. It's time for the real work.

Blaine winds his arms around Kurt's shoulders, lifts himself up and with one hand grasped firmly around Kurt's cock –causing him to cry out- and another hand spreading himself open, he slowly lowers himself back down.

Kurt hisses and cusses after the first push, breathes deeply and looses himself in the sounds of Blaine moaning all the way down during his descent to fully bottom out.

After the initial stretch, they both find their rhythm and then Blaine is away, bouncing up and down of top of Kurt like there's no time to lose. Kurt digs his fingers into Blaine's hips, and manages to gasp out “God Blaine, so good. Fuck. So tight and so fast, I'm not going to last if you don't slow down.”

Blaine smirks, still bouncing wildly, his hard cock bouncing back and forth between him and Kurt. The smirk sharp disappears with a groan and a whine curling up his throat when Kurt shifts his hips, grinds upwards and hits Blaine's prostate once, twice, three times in a row.

“If I'm coming, you're coming with me.” Kurt grits out, pumping his hips, hard and fast.

It doesn't take long for Kurt to come and apparently that had been Blaine's intention all along, even though he isn't quite there yet himself. He starts grinding down against Kurt's groin in between little jerks and bounces, tightening his cheeks and drawing every last ounce of control from Kurt's dick.

Kurt comes, hard and gloriously, he cries out before biting down onto Blaine's shoulder and spasms his hips up and down, in and out, until he looses breath and almost consciousness.

Blaine kisses him through it, moans into his skin and when he feels Kurt start to soften inside of him he slowly pulls himself up and off. Kurt rouses, lifts his hooded gaze and licks his lips as Blaine stands in front of him between his legs, his cock sticking out, begging for attention.

“You didn't come.” Kurt accuses in a mock warning tone, it's hardly a question, more of a demanding statement. He walks his fingers up Blaine's thigh towards his cock and balls, pulls his own ass to the edge of the bench and looks up at Blaine.

Blaine cards his fingers though Kurt's hair, holding them there. The shower is still running steadily behind them, the glass panes are all steamed up and it's becoming a little hazy and difficult to see clearly.

“I was waiting for you, to feel you wrapped around me.” Blaine drawls low and deep, he looks down at Kurt, a playful glimmer in his eyes.

Kurt takes him in his hand, leans in so that his lips are just touching the leaking slit at the head of Blaine's dick.

“Anything for you.” Kurt whispers, his tongue darting out to lick just once. “Anything you want, however, wherever you want me. It's done.” Finally he closes his lips around Blaine, his tongue swirling.

Blaine moans loudly, allows Kurt to bob up and down a few times, encourages him with his fingers in his hair and then when Kurt blinks up at him with his cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling, he chooses to say as steadily as he can, “When we visit your dad and Carole. We're going to Westerville too. I want you to meet my family.”

If there is ever a Polaroid picture moment. This is definitely it.