Blaine woke with a start, chest heaving and skin damp with sweat. Lightning flashed as he tried to determine why he had awoken so abruptly.

He heard a soft sound, almost a whimper, and then he remembered.

I'm at Kurt's house. I'm in Kurt's bed. He heard the whimper again. ...Kurt's crying.

He turned to look at the boy next to him.

Kurt's forehead was creased, his eyes squinched shut as he cried out again in his sleep.

"No...no...this isn't happening..." Kurt's cries grew louder as he started tossing and turning in the bed. Blaine sat up, reaching for Kurt's arms. He shook the pale boy slightly.

"Kurt, wake up." Kurt flung his arms away from his body, forcing Blaine to let go and lean back to avoid a punch in the face.

Blaine reached for Kurt's arms again, shifting in the bed so he was straddling Kurt's body as he pressed his arms into the bed. He leaned forward, pressing his cheek to face to Kurt's and whispering in his ear. "Wake up, honey. You're dreaming; it's not real. I'm here; you're alright."

Kurt's eyes snapped open, his body tense but no longer struggling. Lightning flashed as Blaine released his hold on Kurt's arms, rising up on his hands and knees to take in the look on Kurt's face. His eyes were wild and focused, his cheeks flushed and a thin sheen of sweat visible on his forehead.

"Kurt?" Blaine whispered, worry creeping into his voice.

Kurt snapped forward, grasping Blaine's shoulders and pinning him to the bed. Blaine's eyes widened as Kurt leaned down, smashing his lips to Blaine's.

They'd never really kissed like this before, with an air of desperation between the two of them. Blaine tried to reach up, to press his hands to Kurt's face, but his arms were still pinned to his sides.

Kurt pressed his body to Blaine's, smashing their chests together. His hands moved to tangle in Blaine's curls, allowing him to tug Blaine's face closer to his own.

Blaine's tongue traced Kurt's lips, a gentle, barely-there touch. Kurt gasped, opening his mouth to allow Blaine entrance. Blaine's hands traced Kurt's sides, slowly gliding up to rest on Kurt's cheeks.

Kurt's hands moved to the hem of Blaine's shirt, and, suddenly, Blaine was jolted back to reality.

No...no. Not like this... Blaine twisted his face away, his hands reaching for Kurt's to tug them away from his shirt. Kurt whined, pressing light kisses to Blaine's cheeks as he sought the other boy's lips.

"Kurt," Blaine gasped. "Kurt, stop."

Kurt froze above him, his body going rigid. The wildness in his eyes dimmed, being replaced first with confusion and then shining brightly with unshed tears.

Blaine sighed. Here it comes...

Kurt looked away, tugging on his hands in an attempt to loosen Blaine's hold. Blaine sat up, wrapping his arms around Kurt's neck to prevent him from moving away.

"I know what you're thinking," Blaine whispered.

Kurt pouted, his face still averted.

"You think I don't want you, that I don't desire you." Kurt shifted slightly, lowering his body so he was resting on Blaine's lap. Blaine leaned forward, pressing a hand to Kurt's face as he shifted his hips upward.

Kurt gasped, pleasure racing through him as he felt Blaine's hardness press against his, separated only by the thin material of their sleepwear.

Blaine leaned forward, his lips on Kurt's ear. "You do that to me, Kurt." Blaine thrust upward again, his hands moving to Kurt's hips to hold him in place. "No one else fills me with such desire, so much need. I want to touch you, to kiss you all the time." He paused.

"I want to make love to you," he whispered.

Kurt pounced on Blaine, slamming him back to the bed. He reached for the hem of Blaine's shirt, and, this time, Blaine allowed him to pull the shirt over his head.

Kurt's hands ran over Blaine's chest, his fingers catching in the dark hair. He leaned down, pressing his lips to Blaine's in a quick, hard kiss before beginning to trail down his chest. Kurt pressed several kisses to one side of Blaine's chest, then the other, slowly making his way towards his stomach.

Blaine found himself staring at the top of Kurt's head, watching Kurt's lips as he kissed him. Between kisses, Kurt would mouth something, but Blaine couldn't determine what. He threaded his fingers through Kurt's hair, tugging gently. "What are you saying?" he whispered.

Kurt tilted his head up slightly, just meeting Blaine's eyes.

"I'm counting," he said with a small, sad smile. He reached forward, kissing a speechless Blaine on the lips, before continuing on his path to Blaine's stomach.

Blaine watched as Kurt continued kissing him, his eyes stinging as he fought back tears. Even though the wounds had long-since healed, the scarred skin was still slightly more tender than the rest of his body. He could feel each kiss with an almost unbearable intensity, pleasure shooting through his body with every press of Kurt's lips.

At last, Kurt reached the mark Blaine had shown him earlier. He paused, lightly tracing the raised skin with his fingertips before pressing his lips along its length. One...two...three times Blaine felt Kurt's lips press against the raised skin on his hip, followed by a light sweep of his tongue.

Blaine grasped Kurt's arms, dragging him up for another searing kiss before reaching for the bottom of Kurt's shirt and tugging gently. Kurt pulled away, his hands reaching to grasp Blaine's wrists.

Blaine sighed. "If I have to lie here half-naked, then so do you," he said. "We're equals, right?"

Kurt caught his lower lip between his teeth, and Blaine couldn't resist reaching up to kiss him, to bite down gently on Kurt's lip, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure from him.

Blaine reached for his shirt again, and Kurt sat up, raising his arms over his head as Blaine tugged the shirt up and off his body. Blaine leaned forward, grasping Kurt's shoulders. "Lie down on your stomach for me," he whispered.

Kurt pulled away slightly, confusion clouding his face. "...what are you going to do?" he asked.

Blaine just smiled and gave him a tug, encouraging him to lie down with his face in his pillow. Blaine crawled over Kurt, his legs on either side of his boyfriend's pale body. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to first one shoulder blade and then the other before continuing down towards the small of Kurt's back.

When he reached the bottom of Kurt's ribcage, he moved back up, pressing his lips to Kurt's ear.

"It's my turn to count," he said, pressing a kiss to the skin below Kurt's ear before returning to his back.

Kurt shivered as Blaine continued pressing kisses to Kurt's back, counting the marks as he worked his way lower.

"...28...29...30..." He finished with a gentle swipe of his tongue to the dip at the base of Kurt's spine. Kurt clutched his pillow tighter, moaning softly. Blaine crawled forward, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of Kurt's neck before lying down on top of him and resting his chin on Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt was overwhelmed by the sensations assaulting him. Blaine's weight was warm and comforting against his back, his breath soft and soothing at his ear. Kurt arched upwards, and Blaine groaned, half in protest and half in pleasure. Kurt turned his head slightly and whispered, "Let me roll over. I want to see you."

Blaine lifted himself up, leaving just enough space for Kurt to roll onto his back without ever losing contact with some part of Blaine's body.

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, tugging him down for a kiss. Blaine moaned as Kurt's tongue traced his lips, and Blaine felt his arms give out, and he collapsed on top of Kurt, their bodies aligning almost perfectly. Kurt groaned at the contact and shifted his body slightly, opening his thighs so Blaine could fit between them.

Blaine moaned, pressing his hips down into Kurt's and opening his mouth so Kurt's tongue could trace the inside, memorizing each and every spot.

Kurt's hands roamed lower, skimming the waistband of Blaine's sweatpants. Blaine shifted, moving his hips away from Kurt's hands. Kurt whined in protest as Blaine's weight moved away.

"Not tonight," Blaine whispered, easing back down on top of Kurt. He pressed his hips into Kurt's, grinding slowly against him. Kurt threw his head back, biting his lip hard to keep from crying out.

Blaine leaned down. "I want to," he whispered, biting gently on Kurt's ear. "But now is not the time."

He rose up on his hands and knees, shifting to back to his side of the bed. Kurt's arms reached up, wrapping around Blaine's waist.

"No," he protested. "Stay right here." He tugged Blaine back on top of him.

"But...our shirts..." Blaine tried to move away again. "Your family will...Your father will ki-" His protest was cut off by Kurt's lips on his.

"We haven't done anything wrong. There's nothing to be ashamed of." Kurt chuckled lightly. "Considering I initiated this, you should be pretty safe from my dad's wrath."

Blaine relaxed, laying his head on Kurt's chest and closing his eyes. He inhaled deeply before whispering, "Good night, honey."

Kurt pressed a kiss to Blaine's curls. "Good night, little one," he said, smiling as he closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.