Of all the things Blaine expected Cooper to have found, this is not it.

It's not a message. It's not a sign. It's not a trinket or a keepsake or, in his own worst case scenario, just one of the baubles he'd left to float endlessly.

It's his offering, hung, just like in his fondest dreams, over Kurt's white shoulders.

"Blaine."

Blaine stares into Cooper's nest with bated breath, unable to move for several long moments while he processes what he sees. Kurt,hisKurt, out of the sea, laying in Cooper's bed, half-reclined on thick pillows, covered in warm blankets. He's pale and drawn, dark circles around his eyes, but he looks sohappyand he'shereand he'saliveand he is wearing the mating offering that Blaine left for him.

"Kurt?"

Kurt nods, his smile widening, tears building in his eyes. Out of sheer joy, he laughs, holding one hand out to Blaine weakly.

"It's me, Blaine—"

"Kurt—"

The movement toward Kurt is so natural, so instinctive, that he doesn't even realize he's moved until he's kneeling next to the low bed, his arms snaking up along Kurt's to grip his shoulders as he buries into Kurt's hold, pressing his forehead to Kurt's collarbone just above the necklace.

"Kurt."

"I'm here," Kurt whispers, and Blaine feels Kurt's lips pressing soft kisses into his hair. Fingers play with his feathers, drawing them between and stroking them softly—

Blaine starts. Kurt has his feathersbetweenhis fingers. But he can't—Kurt's hands are webbed—

He leans up and removes himself from Kurt's embrace, grabbing his wrists and bringing them around so he can hold up his hands.

They're perfectly normal hands, land-hands, the long digits separated by air and not the thin membrane Blaine had become accustomed to.

"Kurt, what—"

Kurt shifts their hands, and laces them together, smiling serenely at the interlocking of their fingers.

"That's not all that's changed," he says pleasantly, and Blaine feels something shift next to him.

The blankets shift over Kurt's bottom half, and Blaine finds himself staring.

"Kurt—"

"Just look."

He pushes the blankets down to his waist, revealing his bare chest, and Blaine reaches out tentatively. At a nod from Kurt, he pushes them further down, baring the jut of hipbones—and no scales forming below them. The blankets shift and reveal a simple cloth wrapped around him, ostensibly for modesty.

Below them, a pair of long, lean thighs shift restlessly.

"Kurt," Blaine gasps. "You—you have—"

"Legs?" Kurt finishes. "Yes. Yes, I do."

Blaine pulls the blankets off of him completely, and indeed, he has legs, ending in long feet that flex and twitch as Kurt smiles down at them.

"I'm not—quite used to it yet," he says, and one leg bends up, his calves rubbing together, a faint dusting of light brown hair over white skin. Blaine reaches out without thinking and touches his shin, feeling the warm skin beneath him, the hard bone and the pulse of life under his palm. It's different than the cool scales of his flexible fin—

Blaine pulls his hand back quickly.

"I'm sorry, I should have asked—"

"Blaine," Kurt says, reaching down and grabbing Blaine's nearest hand and placing it on his thigh. "I don't know if you noticed, what with everything that's happening, but what am I wearing around my neck?"

Blaine looks up again with a grin, and truly realizes—Kurt is wearing his mating offering. And he's told Kurt before, and Kurt knows, that wearing the offering means acceptance of it.

"You're my mate," Blaine breathes in disbelief. "Kurt—"

He surges up, hand still firmly on Kurt's thigh, and kisses him.

It's different than before. Kurt had tasted like salt and his mouth hadn't been as warm as Blaine's own, but now it's totally different. It's definitely Kurt's lips, fitting perfectly along his own, Kurt's hands on his cheeks, but he tastes warmer, less like the sea. But it's hisKurt, his.

"I love you," Blaine says, just because he can, between kisses. "Love you. How are you here?"

Kurt laughs and stills Blaine's mouth on his own, pushing him back just enough to speak.

"Can we go back to your nest?" Kurt asks. "I'm comfortable here and all, but your brother has been eavesdropping at the door and I think we should speak of this in private."

Blaine rolls his eyes.

"Cooper—"

"Just checking on my baby brother and his mate," Cooper says innocently, peeking his head in past the cloth over the door. "Need some help getting to yours?"

"No," Blaine says. "I'll take him."

"Well, I'm coming along, anyway," Cooper announces. "I should probably tell you how I found him."

Kurt smiles, and swings his legs—hislegs—out off the bed, and Blaine helps him stand unsteadily.

"They're perfectly serviceable legs," Kurt says wryly, "but balance is something I still have to learn. Just—hold me up?"

Blaine pulls one of Kurt's arms around his shoulders, and then Kurt walks unsteadily out, leaning heavily on Blaine. Blaine lets him—anything to keep close to Kurt, anything at all. He'd be perfectly happy to wait forever to hear the stories, even, he's just so happy that Kurt ishere—

"Healer said you should get some sun," Cooper says, as soon as they step out and Kurt winces at the brightness of the late morning light. "Get used to it, you know?"

"You've seen a healer?" Blaine asks, blinking between them. "How long have you been here?"

"He's been here since just before sunrise," Cooper answers for him, and holds up a hand to still Blaine's protest. "I didn't come get you right away because I didn't know what the hell was going on. Kurt was basically unconscious when I found him. Can we go sit somewhere warm and you can hold Kurt right in your lap and we'll talk before you go back to your nest?"

Kurt raises the hand that's around Blaine's shoulders and pets his hair.

"Let's talk, Blaine," he says. "And I should get used to the sun. I'll be seeing a lot of it from now on."

Blaine immediately softens, and grins. Kurt is going to be living in thesunand it's everything he wanted—

"Okay."

Blaine turns to Kurt, and wraps his arms around his waist. Kurt holds Blaine around the shoulders, smiling back at him, kissing his nose when they're wrapped up in each other.

"Hold on tight," Blaine says, and Kurt's eyes widen and he laughs and then Blaine takes off.

Kurt yelps in surprise at the sudden ascent from the ground. His legs scrabble until he finally manages to wrap his thighs around one of Blaine's, and Blaine holds Kurt close and warm and he feels so wonderful against Blaine like this.

"Blaine!" Kurt shouts, laughing wildly as Blaine flies them over the pillars to the largest one, to the Dome. He flies into the middle and then alights them on a branch midway down, settling Kurt in his lap like Cooper suggested. Kurt holds him tight, looking down nervously.

"I can't—can't believe—" Kurt laughs again, breathless. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that."

"You will," Blaine says, and the future suddenly rises up before him—no longer a threatening loom, but a swell of opportunity and a horizon that he very much wants. "I'll make sure of it."

Kurt cups his cheek in his hand and looks at him fondly, and that's how Cooper finds them when he lands next to them.

"Okay, storytime from me," Cooper says, "and then you two can go be sickening together alone in your nest."

"Our nest," Blaine whispers in Kurt's ear, and Kurt flushes and his mouth hangs open, as though he could never have imagined. They'll talk, they'll talk about it, they'll discuss everything, as soon as Cooper says what he has to say—

"Okay, so here's how it went," Cooper begins, and they hold each other close in the warmth of the sun on their backs and listen. "I went out to the caves, because I just got this feeling I should. Obviously my instincts are spectacular, because I found the tunnel down to the big cave, and I got not halfway down and there was Kurt, half-awake and clinging to a rock."

"You climbed up the tunnels?" Blaine asks, shocked, but Cooper hushes him before Kurt can answer.

"Ah, ah, my story," he says. "Yes, I found him halfway up the tunnel. He was stark naked except for that necklace he's wearing now, so I sacrificed one of my favorite vests to rip up a little wrap for him there. I expect you to replace it, by the way."

"Yes, fine, but what—"

"I'm getting there. He was babbling about you, needing to find you and tell you something, and I figured it had to be important because he had legs and all. So I asked him how long he'd been climbing, and he only got out the word 'seven' before he collapsed, so I don't know if it was seven days, or—"

"Seven hours," Kurt says. "If it's the same day as when you found me, I'd been going all night." He turned to Blaine. "I kept count the whole time I was in the cave. I—"

"My story!" Cooper insisted. "I promise you, you don't want to miss this, and you can fill in your parts later. Okay. So. He collapsed, and I picked him up andeasilyflew him back here—I didn't carry him like you did, generally easier to hold him under the shoulders and knees—"

"Cooper, get on with it—"

"—but I took him to my nest because...well, where the hell else would I go? You were still sleeping and I didn't know what to do with him, I didn't want you freaking out and waking up the whole village and having panics. So, I put him in my nest, and I wrapped him up in my blankets, and I went and got Jan from her nest, and she came over and checked him out."

He paused, probably for dramatic effect, but Blaine just reached over and pinched his arm.

"Ow! Fine! Jan mixed him something to drink, smeared her special ointment stuff on some scratches Kurt had, they disappeared, and he slept for a couple hours and she told me to get him in the sun and bring him to her when he was feeling a little better so she could check him out."

"Is that it?" Blaine asked. "You didn't come get me til he woke up?"

"I had to make sure of a few things first," Cooper said. "Now. You two lovebirds go flitter off to your nest, and I'm gonna request you keep it down, because Sam went scouting last night and got back late and he's sleeping today, and I don't want him coming to the meeting tonight grouchy because you woke him up with your long-denied passions or whatever—"

"Cooper, go away."

"Fine, fine, I see I'm not needed," Cooper concedes, and he stands up and balances precariously on the branch. "Make sure you come to the meeting tonight, I'm sure the Elders will want to meet the newest member of the Eyrie, and we can set up a mating ceremony, and I promise I will not insist on being the one to oversee it even though we all know that I'd be best at it—"

"Thanks, Coop. We'll see you tonight."

Cooper gives him a wave and flies off, and Blaine turns to Kurt and kisses his cheek.

"Do you want to stay out here, or go rest?"

"Is...does your nest have a window like Cooper's?" Kurt asks. "I—I want to lie down, but the sun feels so warm—"

"I can figure something out," Blaine says.

"We can."

Blaine laughs and squeezes Kurt in his arms.

"Wecan."

—

The sun is shining through newly torn openings in the weave of his nest, a makeshift window that Blaine carved out quickly so Kurt could have some sun on him while they recline in bed. They're wrapped up in each other, covered by a single thick blanket, facing each other and trading kisses slowly, enjoying the experience.

"How did this happen?" Blaine asks. "If you aren't ready to tell me, I understand, but I just...if you can, I want to know how you're here, how this isn't a dream—"

"Shh," Kurt soothes. "It's not a dream. Will you let me tell you without interrupting? There are some...hard things, and I just want you to know that I need to get it out and we can talk after."

Blaine nods, saying, "Whatever you need." And Kurt smiles.

"After we parted, I was miserable," he begins. "I was being forced to get ready for my union with Santana, and her mother had finished our brands, and we were set to be joined. And the night before it happened, Santana disappeared."

Blaine almost interrupts, and Kurt pauses like he expects him to, but Blaine bites his lips and just nods. Kurt kisses him gratefully.

"I have no idea where she went," Kurt continues. "All I know is that she told me that she couldn't do it, and when I woke up in the morning my father told me that she'd vanished. Her possessions were gone, her mother said some food was missing, and...that's it. No one knows where she went. It caused some anger in the tribe leaders, though. They thought she and I had planned something, and they...questioned me, several times. So as far as I know she got away, though I don't know how far she's gotten or where she is now."

"I'm sorry," Blaine whispers, unable to help it, and Kurt just sighs.

"Me too. Anyway, she was gone, so I had no one to join with. But I am of age, and so they started looking for other girls for me. I believe they sent to another tribe, one they wanted to make peace with. They'd send me over, get rid of me for themselves, and make it seem like they were making a gesture of goodwill, giving up one of their own. But it never happened."

"Why not?"

"Isabelle," Kurt answered. "I was...coping badly. I missed Santana, and I was afraid of what it would be like in a new tribe, without my friends and family. And I missed you so much, Blaine. I just wanted to go back to the cave and call out for you so badly, just see you again. But I wasn't allowed out of the village, and none of my friends would risk going out themselves to leave you a message—"

"It's okay now," Blaine interrupts, soothing Kurt down from his increasing panic. "You're here now, you're with me."

"I'm with you," Kurt repeats. "And...and it's because of Isabelle.

"She came to me a few nights ago," he says, picking the story up again. "She sat me down with my father, and she told me that there was a way for me to get out. I didn't care what she said—I wanted to take the chance, no matter the risk. And she told me...that I could visit a Witch."

Kurt takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, holding Blaine close as he speaks on.

"Witches are...terrifying, Blaine. They're known for stealing people's souls. They trick people into deals they can't fulfill just so they can take them. It's rare that a Witch will make a fair deal. So it was the biggest risk possible—losing my soul for a chance to live my life away from all that pain. But I was ready to take it.

"Isabelle told the other Shamans and the tribe leaders that she'd caught me trying to escape. She was going to punish me, and wanted to do so outside the village, because she was going to...to make me docile. Take away some of my will. It's dangerous magic, and it would have lowered my value in a union with another tribe, but I guess they were sick enough of the trouble I'd caused that they agreed to let Isabelle try it. So we swam out, with a guard, to a geyser, so she could use its power in the spell.

"But she didn't cast it, obviously," Kurt says grimly. "Instead, she...she shoved the guard into it. And those geysers, Blaine—they're hot. They can burn someone to death within seconds. And...the guard...he burned. It was...it was awful—" Kurt wipes away tears, and sniffles, shaking his head. "I don't know if I can ever forget it. But Isabelle said she'd tell everyone that I fought her spell and it went wrong because of it, and she'd say I went mad and killed the guard and swam away. She'd only tell my father and a few of my friends the truth, only people we could trust. And then she tugged my necklaces off of my throat, and said she'd return them to my father so he could keep them. She'd say they were lost in the fight with the guard, and hopefully no one would try to find me.

"So I left. She went back to the village, and I swam on as she told me. My people live above the deepest cracks in the ocean, but the Witches, well...they live down at the very bottom of the sea. So I had to go deep, and it was dark and—and I kept hearing noises, and screams, but—they weren'tvoices. Blaine, it was the souls, all the souls around the Witch's home. They were crying for help, and I've never heard anything like that. It was like they were in myhead,but they weren't making noise, I just—I hope I never have to hear it again.

"The Witch welcomed me. It's...awful. It stayed in the shadows, and all I saw that it was twisted. Not...natural. And it asked me why I had come, and I told it my story. I told it that I wanted to live on land."

"You asked for legs."

"I actually asked for wings," Kurt laughed. "I thought it couldn't hurt to just ask for what I really wanted. But the Witch refused, it said I couldn't afford that. So I said I would pay whatever the price to walk on land, somehow. And it asked me for my most prized possession as payment.

"I'm certain the Witch believed that I was foolish to think I could fulfill the deal, because it was too eager, and it accepted such a light payment. Not from me—" Kurt plays with one of the braids on his temples, and Blaine notices his feather is missing. "—but to it, the feather...your feather...it was just a feather. It didn't understand what it was, didn't have a use for it, but it knew it was important to me. The sacrifice was the price. So I paid it, and the Witch told me the rules. I'd get legs for three days, and in those three days I'd need to share a kiss with my true love. It's a traditional seal to a spell like that, something to anchor the one who changes to their new life. If they fail, they return, and the Witch takes their soul as compensation for the wasted energy."

"So—we—Kurt, we've—"

"Yes," Kurt says, and kisses Blaine again, simple and sweet. "The spell's been fulfilled. Before you kissed me, there was still a...a tether, to the sea. I still felt its song. All of my people can, it's what keeps us attuned to it. But the moment you kissed me, the song stopped."

Blaine smiles, a little sadly. Kurt leaving his home, no matter how much pain he'd had there, must have been hard, and he's lost his connection.

"I—I wish we'd done something more," he admits. "I feel like it should have been a bigger moment, something special—"

"It was special," Kurt admonishes. "It was the first time I kissed you again after losing you, Blaine. I don't care if there's fanfare or some kind of moment around it. Kissing you, being with you, is a gift, and I don't need more than that."

Blaine kisses Kurt again, and Kurt grins.

"See? Thank you."

"What happened next?" Blaine asks. "How did you get to the surface?"

"It wasn't fun," Kurt says. "The Witch took the feather, and burned it in some kind of...water flame. Like the geyser, but it was different. It looked like flames up here. But the feather burned, and the Witch performed the spell, and—it's scary, Blaine, there's darkness and mist and the water goes so much colder than it already is. And then the Witch said that the moment I could see the light, the spell would take hold. So I swam, and I just stayed low until I reached the cliffs, and the moment I went up and could see the surface above, I was...changing. It was hard, and it hurt, and I couldn't breathe. But I kept going. I managed to swim into the cave, and that's where I took my first breath. I...I blacked out for a little while, though not long by the way the water had moved. And I crawled up, and there was your necklace—right on the top of the rock, safe. The water lines stopped just below it, so...the whole time, however long it was there, it was never touched by the water. And I put it on, and I felt like—I couldfeelyou, Blaine. So I went to the tunnel you always came down, and I started to climb, and I just kept counting the minutes. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, physically, but I kept crawling and scrambling up rocks and I was about to collapse when I saw your brother coming toward me. The first thing I remember after that is Cooper yelling something and then running to get you."

"I love you," Blaine whispers. "I love you so much, Kurt. You really want to be my mate?"

"Blaine, I was turned into a human for this," Kurt says, deadpan. "I think—"

Blaine laughs.

"I'm sorry, I just—I can't believe you're here."

"How can I convince you?"

"Be mine," Blaine replies easily, and Kurt rolls his eyes and kisses him.

"Fine," Kurt says. "But only if you feed me—I haven't eaten anything indays, and I'm curious what you eat up here."

Blaine smiles mischievously.

"I could get you some fish."

The smack Kurt gives him is worth it, because Kurt laughs with him.

—

When Blaine goes out to get them something to eat, he tells Brittany that he won't be attending the meeting that night. There are far more important things, and he doesn't need his people to accept his mating just yet—he wants to enjoy it for himself for now. So he lets her take the message, and he brings Kurt back some venison stew, and he teaches Kurt about the things he's eating as he devours it.

"Is all your food here so delicious and warm?" Kurt asks, and Blaine laughs.

"Not if Cooper cooks it," he jokes. Kurt shakes his head and sighs.

"Nevermind. I'll ask someone else."

"Some of it is wonderful," Blaine says. "But not all food is warm. Some things we eat cold. I'll teach you all about it. When you're feeling better, we'll go to the market, and we can sample everything. Or we can wait til we get south when the flock flies—if you're up for going, that is. I can buy a harness to keep you safely with me while I fly, if you want, or we can follow the flock from the ground."

"I like being in the air," Kurt says. "And I like being close to you. If you won't be too tired by it, I'd like to be tied against you."

The implication of the words, of them pressed so tightly together for long periods of time, washes over Blaine, and he sets the bowls aside from their finished meal. He lays Kurt down from his sitting position on the bed and lays next to him, leaning over him to kiss him.

"I like kissing you," Kurt says. "It's like nothing I've ever felt."

"There are a lot of things I can't wait to show you," Blaine replies. "Dancing, and sleeping by a fire, and making love—"

"I—" Kurt blushes deeply, and Blaine stares at the pretty pink on Kurt's cheeks. "I'm...curious. About that. What—I—all I know is what my people would do, for breeding, but—your people are so different—"

"Our people, now," Blaine reminds. "I can teach you. I don't...have experience myself, but...I can tell you what I know."

Kurt bites his lip, and shifts uncomfortably in Blaine's arms.

"I just feel—so much, Blaine," he admits. "This body, it's...it's different, and I—"

"Sssh, it's okay, I'll help you with whatever I can," Blaine says.

"I want you to touch me," Kurt blurts, and he rolls his eyes as though exasperated with himself. "Can you just...can you do that? And—and you can teach me what I'm feeling? It's—it's so much—"

"Here," Blaine says, pushing the blankets back and kneeling up. "I can touch you, Kurt, of course. I want to, so badly."

Kurt props himself up on his elbows, and nods tremulously, his body trembling faintly. Blaine holds his hand for a moment, and then shifts down, laying his hands on Kurt's ankles. The connection with Kurt is stronger than ever, and being able to touch him like this, where before the need for Kurt to keep returning to the salt and water had kept them at a distance, is exhilarating. And Kurt, by his own awkward, half-spoken admission, is experiencing confusing feelings in his body. Blaine just wants to make him feel the best he can, loved and close and cared for and perfect.

"How does this feel?" he asks, and Kurt smiles as Blaine rubs his thumbs along the smooth skin. "Good?" Kurt laughs. "I'm not sure—"

"Just wait," Blaine says. "I'll touch all of you. Just...let's see what feels good?"

When Kurt agrees, Blaine lifts his left leg up and kisses his shin, massaging his calf muscle firmly in his hands. Kurt sighs happily, and Blaine does it to the other as well before he lowers himself down.

"Stop me anytime you don't like what I'm doing," Blaine says, and he moves his mouth to one of Kurt's thighs, mouthing up the inside of it.

Kurt takes a shaky breath, and then lets it out in a faint exclamation of surprise. Blaine continues kissing the sensitive skin, palms skating up and down along the outsides as he moves his mouth along the insides, rising higher and feeling the skin go softer and softer as he rises, and Kurt's skin gets warmer and his movements get shorter and sharper. Finally, Blaine kisses a soft bit of flesh just before his thigh ends, suckling a mark into it, his cheek brushing Kurt's groin beneath his wrap.

"Blaine, Blaine, I—" Kurt reaches down and puts his hands in Blaine's hair. "I—can't—this feels so good, I just don't—"

"It's okay," Blaine reassures. "Kurt, what you're feeling is supposed to happen. And I want to make you feel even better. So...can I remove this? Do you trust me?"

He pulls at the edge of the wrap, and Kurt takes several steadying breaths before he nods frantically. Blaine giggles at his overwhelmed mate—mate—before he reaches for the sloppy tie on the side and unwraps it from around Kurt, unwinding it from around his hips and between his legs and revealing his flushed, hard cock, straining up toward his stomach, the tip glistening. Blaine licks his lips, and kisses it once, right where it drips so temptingly onto Kurt's belly. Kurt lets out a high sound and writhes under him, but Blaine leaves it for now.

"No. More," Kurt protests, and Blaine grins. "Blaine, please, that felt so good—"

"I will," Blaine promises. "But there's so much more of you."

He kisses over Kurt's stomach and chest, hands exploring his sides and arms and brushing over his collarbones and cupping his jaw as he rises, laying his body right along Kurt's as he kisses him, deeply, dirtier now, more tongue and harder presses and nipping little bites when they pull away. Blaine reaches down and removes the simple breeches he'd been wearing, pushing them off without looking or trying to be graceful while Kurt's mouth is on his.

Being pressed against Kurt, chest to ankles, is a luxury Blaine had been willing to sacrifice. He'd been willing to simply keep to kissing Kurt for the rest of his life. But now that he's feeling it—now that Kurt's heart is beating against his chest, now that their legs are tangling and pressing together, now that their arms are wrapped around each other and pulling closer as their hips align, Blaine starts to realize what he would've given up. The physical intimacy is just a vessel—there's only so much connection that abstract emotion can foster. The physical touch, this close, this bare, breaks his heart open and expands it, filling it with the sight of Kurt's eyes fluttering, his lips parting to draw in breath, his throat bobbing as he swallows, his chest rising and falling erratically.

He'd been willing to give that up. If he had to, he still would, though he'll thank every god that's ever been worshipped if he can just continue to hold Kurt like this forever and never have to move again.

"Blaine, please," Kurt begs, fingers scratching lightly through the feathers on his back, sending thrills through his nerves as he kisses at Kurt's throat. "Please, I need—something, more, I don't know—"

"Let me," Blaine whispers, and Kurt replies a quick gasped,anything,before Blaine lowers himself down.

He takes Kurt into his mouth gently, sucking him, exploring him, discovering what they both like and can take. Kurt makes beautiful noises, moaning and crying out and pleading with Blaine to keep showing him more, keep making him feel this way.

"Never—never knew," Kurt groans brokenly. "Never knew I could feel like this."

And he can't stay away from Kurt for another second, he rises up, folding them into each other's arms, hitching Kurt's legs around his hips as he thrusts them together, slick from his mouth, pressing hard and fast and kissing and rocking and clinging tight. Kurt comes with a shuddering gasp, tugging Blaine's hair and gripping his waist tight as Blaine sucks marks into his neck through it, finally coming himself with a shudder and a cry of Kurt's name into his warm-beating pulse, losing himself in the length of Kurt's legs wrapped around him, holding him close.

"It's—Blaine, that's...that's how it's supposed to be?" Kurt asks, panting and wriggling under Blaine's weight as they come down, arching his back through aftershocks, still hard against Blaine's stomach. Blaine can tell from the distant look in his eyes that he's babbling a little bit, but Blaine just smiles at him fondly, hoping he'll never get used to feeling these things, that he'll always feel this wonder at what their bodies can give them together. "I honestly didn't...didn't even know. It's sowarm, Blaine."

Twice more they make love that night, tumbling around on the bed, cuddling in between and feeding each other morsels of food that Blaine keeps sneaking out to get from the communal stores. Twice more they wrap around each other, figuring out more ways to make the other lose control, fall into the perfect bliss of feeling the other touch and kiss them, their mate touch and kiss and hold and stroke and caress and squeeze and treasure.

"I want to know more," Kurt says, before they drift to sleep. "Everything you've shown me in just one day...it's been more than I could ever have imagined. What else could there possibly be?"

Blaine smiles, and starts planning.

"Everything."