He knew he just needed time and space; knew in his very soul that Blaine couldn’t stay away, but it physically hurt Kurt. He needed him like air. It seemed Kurt Hummel was just as obsessive as Blaine Anderson. He wondered briefly if that should worry him and then threw the thought away. It didn’t really matter, did it? Because Blaine loved him.

He just needed time.

Right?

They couldn’t be over, so that’s what he would keep telling himself. That’s why when his phone went off his heart alternated between beating wildly and stopping all together and he didn’t even bother looking at the screen before answering.

“Hello,” he breathed out, excitedly.

Except the voice that replied wasn’t Blaine’s.

“I told him. I told my Dad everything. He won’t even look at me, Kurt.”

Karofsky.

“Dave, I-“

Well, what do you say to that?

“I just need to get away from here, Kurt. I don’t have anyone else to turn to. No one else knows.”

Kurt took a breath in. Was he really ready to help the man who had made his life a living hell? Was he really that good of a person?

“Come on, I’ll buy you lunch.”

Apparently so.

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They met up at the little coffee shop about an hours drive from Lima. Neither one of them wanted to explain what they were doing together if they were seen.

“Are you okay?”

Karofsky looked at his look, only moving it around on the plate, not really eating.

“I don’t know what to do.”

Kurt took a breath and thought about how lucky he was to have his father, who always supported him.

“Your father loves you. I know he does. I saw the way he worried about you when he was in the principles office. It’s just a shock.”

Dave looked up at him and Kurt saw the hope in his eyes and his heart broke for both of them. For everything they would have to go through, for everything they had already been through, for the injustice of it all. Yes, he was angry, but really what good would that do? Both of them would have to fight for who they are, and that broke his heart too, but what could he do?

“Give him time. He’ll accept it. It won’t be easy, but things will work out eventually.”

“I don’t understand why you’re helping me. I’ve treated you so badly and you’re still here. I just don’t get it.”

Kurt stopped to really think about this statement.

“I do though. Understand. I’ve been there. Coming out is hard and it probably won’t get any easier, but I can’t imagine going it alone. And no one else in this town is going to understand like I do.”

There was a silence as both boys thought about these words.

“I can’t go home. I’m not ready.”

Kurt nodded, understanding the need to hide from the world.

“My house is open.”

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“No. No, absolutely not.”

Kurt was grateful he had the thought to let wait outside in the car while he talked to his Dad.

“Dad I know-“

“I don’t get it, Kurt! He’s treated you like dirt and you want him to come here?”

“Dad, please just-“

“I mean first with the creepy stalker guy and now Karofsky! I just don’t know what’s going on.”

At the mention of Blaine Kurt held his breath, trying to let the empty pain pass as quickly as possible. He was suddenly very tired.

“Why, Kurt? Just tell me why.”

“I can’t, Dad. You just have to trust that this is important to me. He needs me.”

Burt watched his son carefully.

“I don’t feel comfortable with him staying in your room. Not when he’s hurt you so much in the past.”

Kurt threw a look at the living room.

“He’ll never fit on that couch, Dad. He’s too big.”

“He can stay in my room.”

Both Burt and Kurt’s head snapped to where Finn was standing on the last stair, leaning against the wall.

“Really?”

He took a breath and took the few steps it took to place him next to Kurt.

“Yeah. I mean, I can’t stand the dude, but if it’s important to Kurt then sure, he can stay in my room. This way I can keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn’t go near Kurt.”

Burt watched the two of them standing next to each other and ducked his head down and smiled. When he looked up he saw his sons smiling and Finn had thrown his arm around Kurt. He thought of how far they’ve come and how proud he was of both of them and smiled a little bit brighter. He knew this was a fight worth loosing to see this brotherly love.

“Okay, fine.”

Kurt jumped onto the tips of his feet, clapping his hands together with excitment over his victory.

“Thanks, Dad!”, he threw over his shoulder as he darted to the car to get Dave.

Burt moved slightly to stand next to Finn and placed his hand on his shoulder, nodding in approval.

“You’re a good man. Kurt’s lucky to have you for a brother.”

Finn smiled brightly and looked toward the door where Kurt and Dave were walking in.

“I think I’m pretty lucky too.”

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Dinner was awkward. Burt watched Karofsky silently, and Dave didn’t really make eye contact with anyone. Kurt, Carole, and Finn tried to keep up conversation, but eventually it would fade into a tense silence. They eventually made it through the day and Kurt went to his room to take a shower and do his nightly skin care routine. He checked on Finn and Dave and saw them playing video games, Dave looking more relaxed then he had all day. Kurt smiled and walked back to his room, his hand drifting to his phone, checking it one more time.

Nothing.

He sighed and he relaxed into his bed, each muscle unknotting itself from his strict posture. He was emotionally exhausted and longed for a deep dreamless sleep, but he knew that probably wouldn’t happen without the help of sleeping aids.

“Well, what could it hurt,” he mumbled to himself as he reached over to his nightstand to grab the bottle he left there in case of emergencies. He took the tiny white and yellow pill and swallowed it whole, once again sinking into his bed and letting the cool sheets surround him. The medicine took its effect and he quickly fell into a restful slumber.

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He was dreaming. That was the first thing he thought as his eyes slanted open. He was in a fairly large side bedroom with windows letting in the light from the full moon outside. He could feel a sheet wrap around him and then he heard that voice he had been longing for for forever it seemed.

Blaine.

Even then it sounded a little off in Kurt’s ear. It wasn’t his normal soothing tone, but a much more panicked and mumbled gush of words.

“How could he like him better than me? I wasn’t the one who sexually assaulted him! That was Karofsky. He threatens to call the police on me, but here’s the man who really hurt his son and what does he do? He let’s him spend the fucking night, that’s what! But no, no I can’t let them have him.”

Things were starting to get a little less fuzzy for Kurt and he could see him clearly. He smiled slightly thinking this might be the best dream yet. He stretched and half sighed, half whined his approval. Blaine’s eyes snapped to his and went stiff for a second before softening.

“Hey, baby.”

He took a hesitant step forward and Kurt reached out for him on instinct. Blaine reacted without thought and folded Kurt into his body.

Kurt’s eyes popped open and he strangled himself trying to gasp for air.

He could feel Blaine.

Things were starting to fall into place.

He wasn’t dreaming. This was actually happening.

“I’m sorry. I know this is crazy, Kurt, but I couldn’t watch you in the same house as him. What if he tried to take everything? You’re too trusting. He could have taken you away from me! I couldn’t have that. You’re mine. I had to protect you. I had to!”

Kurt just stared at him, wide eyed and silent, his lips parted and his breathing shallow.

“Say, something,” Blaine begged.

And just like that, Kurt Hummel snapped. He pushed himself on top of Blaine, his legs straddling his sides, and pressed their lips together in a hungry, soul consuming kiss. Kurt felt desperate for more, so when Blaine started whining and panting beneath him it seemed only natural to roll his hips into his growing erection. Kurt pulled away from the kiss to throw both of their shirts away from each other. Kurt once again rolled his hips and pressed their chests together, hot skin meeting hot skin.

“Kurt! Oh, fuck.”

Blaine moaned long and loudly. Kurt felt a wide grin spread across his lips as he pressed his face into the side of Blaine’s neck. Blaine moaned even louder and bucked his hips into Kurt, trying to find that friction he so desperately needed. Kurt hummed his amusement into Blaine’s neck and took his earlobe between his teeth gently, nibbling and tasting him at the same time.

“You want me?”

Blaine cried out.

“God, yes. Yes, Kurt, yes.”

He was panting and he couldn’t seem to get his breathing under control. Kurt started moving his hands down his body, making sure to touch every bit of him ad he did so.

“Good.”

Kurt attached his lips to Blaine’s neck and started sucking his way down his broad chest and his hands roaming every inch they could touch. Blaine was falling apart with pure need. Kurt was everywhere and it felt almost cruel.

“Kurt, please.”

Kurt chuckled low in his throat against Blaine’s skin and placed both hands on either side of his hips. Then Blaine felt his pants being undone and looked down to see Kurt undoing his pants with his teeth.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He lifted his hips off the bed so Kurt could get his pants and underwear off all the way, then fell back to the bed, begging for a release.

Kurt took him in his mouth, only slightly gagging at his weight and size.

“Oh God, holy fuck! Fuck! Kurt, ahhhhhh, KURT!”

Kurt began bobbing his head up and down, his tongue trying to memorize Blaine’s cock. When he felt he had a good grip on that much he began alternating between humming around it and hollowing his cheeks. Blaine was nearly gone by this point, Kurt having to hold down his hips to keep him from bucking into his mouth.

“Damn, Kurt, I’m so….close, so fucking close.”

Kurt sucked harder and faster then before pushing Blaine deeper inside him, feeling the very tip of his cock at the back of his throat. Blaine came fast and hard, moaning and whimpering, his heading digging themselves into the sheets. Kurt swallowed almost all of his cum, only allowing a small bit to escape onto his lips.

He released Blaine with a pop and wiped his lips with his finger, crawling up Blaine’s body. He put his cum covered finger on his lips.

“Suck.”

Blaine never took his eyes off Kurt’s as he took the finger in his mouth and sucked it dry. Kurt moaned and dropped his head into the curve where shoulder meets neck, biting gently.

“I wanna fuck you.”

Blaine cried out before reaching his hand out to the nightstand next to the bed. He shoved the lube and condoms into Kurt’s hand.

“Please!”

Kurt smiled as he rubbed the lube between his fingers and kissed Blaine’s chest.

“Have you ever done this before?”

Blaine kissed his forehead.

“No. Never.”

They smiled sweetly at eachother.

“Me either.”

Kurt slid his finger into Blaine’s opening and Blaine immediately pushed himself down further onto it. Kurt smiled and slid another finger in quickly making Blaine cry out from the burn.

“Oh,” Blaine moaned over and over and Kurt opened and stretched him, preparing his body to take all of him.

“I’m ready, Kurt. God, please!”

Kurt placed himself at Blaine’s entrance and slowly slid his length inside of his walls.

“Oh, shit, Blaine, so. fucking. tight!”

Blaine wrapped his legs around Kurts hips and pressed him deeper.

“Move, Kurt. Fuck me.”

Kurt jerked inside of him and started a slow steady rhythm before picking up speed. He moved in short quick movements, feeling Blaine’s walls fight to take all of him.

“Oh god Blaine, so close.”

“Me too, baby. Me too.”

Kurt groaned as he slowly slid almost all the way out of him, leaving his head barely pressed inside before slamming back inside of him. Blaine yelled out in the most pleasurable pain he could have ever imagined and both boys came long and hard, their eyes rolling back and nonsensical falling from both of their lips.

Kurt dragged himself slowly out of Blaine who whimpered at the loss. Kurt pushed his body up, so his head laid of Blaine’s chest. He ran his hand up and down his arms in a gentle caress.

“Shh, sleep now. Sleep.”

Both boys fell into exhaustion.

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When Kurt woke up he found that they had somehow flipped over in their sleep and Blaine was now rubbing his dick against Kurt’s ass.

“Oh, no. Nuh-uh. Not yet.”

Kurt threw back the covers and walked over to the closet to get out some of Blaine’s sweats to wear for just a little while. He looked at the clock that read 5:30AM and smiled.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to take me home before anyone realizes that you lost your mind and kidnapped me. Then you’re going to pick me up at 6, meet my family, and take me on a real date. And then maybe we’ll pick up where we left off.”

Blaine grinned wildly and jumped out of the bed, wrapping his arms around Kurt, picking him up and spinning him. They both laughed joyously until Blaine put him down and took a step back, watching him seriously.

“What about Karofsky?”

“There’s nothing about him. He came out to his Dad and it didn’t go very well. He needed to get away. End of story.”

“No, it’s not end of story! That doesn’t make me feel better about this. He could still try to hurt you!”

And very suddenly Blaine felt himself be lifted off the ground and slammed into the wall, Kurt holding him up with ease. Blaine moaned and ducked his head in for a kiss, which Kurt reciprocated happily.

“I wan take care of myself, thank you very much. Now take me home.”

Kurt turned on hid heel and crossed the room, tapping his foot as he reached the door.

“Well come one!”

Blaine smiled brightly.

At least things would never get boring with Kurt Hummel around.