"After what happened with your Major, will you be able to stay overnight with me?" Kurt asks a few hours later as they walk from the spa to the lifts. The corridors are washed in a dim amber glow, and they havent chosen their next destination yet. "Or will you need to return to your quarters?" Kurt gestures at his own temple to indicate Blaines rig. Hes not unaware of the privacy issues Blaines been having.

Issues Blaine cares little for tonight. He cant do much about his rigs location monitoring, but no one will be keeping tabs on him—he has, if not the Ambassadors approval, her permission and Major Clarington will be sleeping off the worst of his paranoia. Plus, the heat of the steam room and the gel bath that followed has Blaine unable to summon the smallest twinge of reluctance. Kurts hand is an intimate, promising pressure at his waist, and Kurts smile and gaze are all for him. Blaine wants to kiss the alluring curve of his mouth. And he could, right here, if he chose to. Its a heady thought. "Im free to stay with you," Blaine says, leaning into Kurts shoulder as they walk. "I want to wake up with you and your sunrise. Tomorrow is my half-day. Trent will be taking care of the Ambassador in the morning. She wont need me until after lunch."

"Oh!" Kurts smile broadens. "So you dont need to be anywhere early?"

Blaine shakes his head. "Nope."

"Then... Ill ask Mercedes to take care of breakfast, and we can have an extremely lazy and excessively pleasurable morning together."

"That sounds exceedingly wonderful," Blaine says, and Kurt laughs.

They make it to the lift. "Since neither of us has an early start, is there anything else youd like to do this evening before we turn in?" Kurt asks. He gestures for Blaine to precede him into the lift.

The question has been hanging in the back of Blaines mind for a few days now. He cant think of a reason not to ask tonight. "Would you show me the Garden?"

Kurts lips part and his eyes warm. "Are you saying youd like to make love there tonight?"

"Um. I dont know? But I… I want to see it after dark. I nearly went the other night on my own, because I was curious, but I didnt know if—" Blaine pauses to gather himself, lowers his gaze. "I got scared. I realized I didnt know if that was something people did, go there to walk and look around? Or I worried Id be unwelcome as an outsider. I didnt want to be rude or inappropriate." He laughs self-consciously. "And I didnt want to get lost."

"You should have spoken me sooner, Blaine, if you were scared?" Kurts hand is gentle beneath Blaines chin, tipping his face up and searching his gaze. "I dont want you to be scared."

The lift doors close and they sink. "Im not scared when Im with you," Blaine reassures. "Not any more, but when Im alone, sometimes…" He closes his eyes, focuses on the pressure of Kurts fingertips at his throat. "There are a lot of pressures that intrude, and it can be harder to feel the same clarity I have when were together," he whispers.

"Harder because you fear people knowing? You fear what theyd do if they found out and what theyd think of you?"

"Yes," Blaine says. "Thats part of it—that and the general existential upheaval." Blaine opens his eyes.

Kurt laughs, but he speaks gently. "I wish I could make this easier for you, but please believe me when I say shame is a wasted emotion. Youve no cause to submit yourself to other peoples judgments about your private pleasures or your hearts intimate desires. Its none of their concern, and frankly, theyre the ones who should feel shame, for being so intrusive and bigoted."

"Im trying to very hard to accept that," he says.

"Well," Kurt says, tilting his head and leaning in. His eyes crinkle with affection. "I believe I can help you with that." His lips meet Blaines, soft and warm and Blaine sighs helplessly.

.

Kurt leads him through the braided arch of branches, beneath the clusters of pink glowing flowers, and into the fragrant velvet nighttime of the Garden. Blaine trails behind, oriented in the clasp of Kurts hand around his. His heart beats high in his throat.

The songs of nocturnal insects and frogs have replaced the birdsong of the daytime, a constant rise and fall of rhythmic hums and croaks that blankets the murmur of flowing water. Its so even in its cadence, Blaine could time his breathing to it in meditation—if thats what he were here for. He imagines the colorful songbirds tucked in their nests, sleeping. He watches his hand in Kurts and the pale path beneath their feet.

And nearly runs into Kurt when he stops.

"Hey," Kurt says with a soft laugh. "You still with me?"

"Yes," Blaine replies hastily and he looks up.

Kurts free hand finds his other, interleaving their fingers, and he steps closer to Blaine. Golden spheres of light pulse and drift around them, casting Kurts beautiful face in soft blooms of light and shadow. "Okay so far?"

"Yes," Blaine says, smiles. The entrance is a discordant bright shape in his peripheral vision. "We can go farther in than this," he says.

A plaintive cry breaks over the ambient soundscape. Something about it—the frequency or the naked yearning—pierces Blaine, hot and sharp. He whimpers reflexively. The cry comes again: harsher, louder. Insistent. Blaine casts his attention about, tries to determine the direction. It sounds close.

"Still okay?" Kurt asks, humor in the quirk of his lips, but he doesnt wait for Blaine to answer, he dips his head down and rubs the tip of his nose against Blaines neck. The cry comes again, faster, hoarse and high, desperate and again, again, quicker and quicker as if reaching for something—then, rising in pitch, drawn out long and exultant. Finally quieting into gasps of relief and laughter. Blaine realizes what hes just heard. His whole body flushes hot. He tips his head back as Kurt nuzzles along his pulse.

"That was someone… having an orgasm?" he asks to confirm.

"Mmhm," Kurt murmurs against his throat, his teeth scrape Blaines skin then, and he steps closer, erasing the span of air between them. His hip brushes across Blaines returning erection, a teasing and deliberate sweep back and forth. Another voice comes in the night, an affectionate murmur that breaks off with a groan. Blaine cant make out words. "Sounds like theyre still going," Kurt says, low and soft. "Do you want to go see?"

"If thats… appropriate? Im curious."

"People often come here in order to be seen," Kurt says. "Especially if theyre being that loud. Think of it as a performance. Theyll appreciate an audience."

"Oh…" Blaine says.

"Come with me," Kurt says, and he tugs Blaines hand.

Dizzy, Blaine follows Kurt deeper into the enveloping life of the gardens, along a winding trail. The Gardens entrance disappears behind them. Blaine doesnt pay attention to the turns or the forks in the path that Kurt takes. Kurt seems to know where hes going, so Blaine lets himself be lost. The unintelligible conversation, pleasured moans, and intimate laughter grow louder and easier to discriminate. Kurt slows as they approach the end of the path where it widens into a circular clearing and moves aside for Blaine to step out first. Maybe its a glade or a lawn. Blaine isnt sure what to call the manicured grassy expanse before him. And he cant care very much about the particular taxonomy of garden spaces, for upon a broad round couch in the center, are three naked people.

One of them is—he thinks—the girl who works in the gym. Shes on her knees and elbows, her blond hair swept over one shoulder, and her peaked breasts hanging below her, swaying with the motion of her body. Shes settled between the open legs of another woman, dark haired and dusky skinned, kissing the curve of the womans belly while one of her hands works even lower, doing something to the womans genitals that Blaine cant quite see, but which has the woman lying before her arching and panting and pleading. Kneeling behind the blonde woman is a man, muscular and tan like Sam, but with shaggy dark hair and a close-trimmed beard. Hes squeezing her ass with one hand while, with the other, he drags the crown of his cock up and down and between the shining swollen lips of her sex, intermittently making her thighs shake and her breath escape in needful groans.

Blaines never seen an entirely naked woman before—and aside from himself and Kurt hes never seen an entirely naked man sexually aroused either. He doesnt know all the words in any language to describe what hes viewing. But watching their pleasure, he doesnt need them. His body understands in some primal, pre-verbal manner. Its embedded in his cells, and shes the one he just heard climax. He stares at the slide of the mans cock against the girls body and its like he can feel it himself, some strange sympathetic blended memory of sensation, not only of the press of Kurts cock between his thighs and his buttocks, but also of the lush generosity of Kurts mouth opening around him.

"Kurt," Blaine reaches back for him blindly, needing the feel of his skin, his heat and physicality.

And Kurt is right there for him, moving near, warm and solid against his back, breath soft by his ear, raising a hot chill upon Blaines skin. Blaine grabs an unsatisfying fistful of Kurts shirt and leans back against him. "Do you want to watch them for a while?" Kurt asks. His hands fold over Blaines shoulders and squeeze. The hard ridge of his cock presses against Blaines ass.

"I—?" Blaine says and his voice gives out. He cant look away from the erotic tableau before him, and his blood simmers a prickling heat within him, as if he were the one being touched or doing the touching. If Kurt touched him now, on his cock, hes certain hed come swiftly.

"I promise, its entirely expected. Look, do you see? Were not the only ones here," Kurt says. Around the perimeter of the clearing, beneath the low hanging branches of trees and nestled among hedges and shrubbery, Blaine finds Kurt is correct. Others, couples, trios, and a few single people take up benches and couches and long reclining chairs, their attention is upon the lovers on display, but their hands are on themselves and their companions. None of the people watching are completely naked or engaged as intimately as those they watch, but their clothing is in disarray. Blaine catches glimpses of bare skin and movement in the dim bursts of illumination. "Do you want to stay?" Kurt asks.

"Yeah," he tries to reply, but its all air and no volume, so Blaine nods and says more decisively, "I do, yes."

"Lets find a place to recline," Kurt says. "All right?"

Kurts arm around him is stronger than Blaines legs feel, and hes grateful for it as Kurt steers him past a few vacant benches to an elongated chair with a low scrolled headrest. Its wide enough for them both. Kurt sits first, stretches out his legs and scoots to the side to make room for Blaine; he smiles encouragingly and extends a hand to Blaine.

Blaine lies down with him, on his side, facing the trio of lovers. Kurts hand rests on his waist, and his chest is flush behind Blaines shoulders. "Theyre beautiful, dont you think?" Kurt murmurs and his fingers find the magnetic snaps of Blaines shirt, nimbly separating each pair between thumb and forefinger.

"Yeah," Blaine says, and he shivers as Kurt slips his hand under the fabric of his shirt and passes over his bare chest, catching a nipple beneath his fingers and tugging. "What are you doing?" Blaine asks.

"Enhancing our enjoyment," Kurt says. "Though, I should tell you, its considered impolite for a person watching to have an orgasm before those putting on the display have finished. Its like applauding an orchestra while theyre still playing."

"I understand," Blaine says, and then the dark haired girl cries out louder. The blond girl has her mouth on her, between her legs, and from this angle, Blaine can see more, how the blond girls working her fingers inside while licking quick strokes up higher. "Oh gods," Blaine says. Shes going to come soon, and he feels his own arousal like a roiling inferno under his skin, his balls ache and his cock throbs and his throat dries around harsh shallow breaths.

"Youre okay," Kurt says, raking his fingertips down to Blaines waistband, leaving tingling trails in their wake. "Watch them, its okay. Try to relax."

"Kurt," Blaine gasps as Kurt undoes his fly and slides his hand inside, and its just the thin layer of his underwear between his cock and Kurts hot palm. He just cups Blaine, doesnt rub or stroke, and for that Blaine is grateful, though his whole body vibrates with the urge to rut against Kurts hand, to just— Blaine clenches his jaw and resists the urge.

Dimly, he registers several things at once: First, that other people are looking at him. A couple across the clearing catch his eye: two men, their attention is both curious and hot, and Blaines head swims. Second, the man in the center is pushing his cock into the blonde girls body and shes making the hungriest sounds, muffled into the other girls intimate parts, where shes sucking now, noisy and wet. Third, the dark haired girl is climaxing.

Fourth, and most potentially devastating, Kurt is starting to move his hand now, squeezing, slowly applying more pressure as the girls wordless pleas become a harsh wail, and her body snaps taut. "Breathe, honey, just breathe," Kurt says, and his fingers are tight around him and dragging down, and it—strangely—helps calm the urgency gathering in his belly. Blaine tries to relax all the tension in his body and takes Kurts advice to breathe. He knows how to breathe.

So he breathes and floats, immersed in the sharp heat thats flooding in his body and swamping his brain. The ache of his arousal bleeds along his nerves, dispersing the singular focus of his craving, but its all still contained within him. His head is muzzy, but hes wide awake. He divides his attention between the trio of lovers and the pair of men on the far side. He watches them watch him and Kurt, and he imagines them—he and Kurt—being the center of attention, being the ones performing for the enjoyment of others, of people witnessing their lovemaking and their pleasure as something beautiful. He imagines himself naked in front of a crowd and Kurt with him. For a long moment, he closes his eyes and relishes Kurts hands on him, the damp caress of Kurts lips at his neck, the firm line of his body tucked up behind, the lightness of the air on his skin where his shirt has fallen open.

The man is the last to come, driving into the blond womans body with singular focus. She comes again before he does, with the dark haired woman smiling and petting soothingly through her hair. They are beautiful. They break apart and lie together entangled, lax and laughing.

Kurt tips Blaine to his back and withdraws his hand from Blaines fly. Blaine opens his mouth to breathe or speak, but before he can do either, Kurt leans down and kisses him, his tongue slips in hot and demanding. The telltale cries and moans of others achieving their satisfaction come around them like some peculiar erotic encore. Blaine grips Kurts shoulders and tries to pull him in deeper, closer—but with a groan, Kurt sucks at his bottom lip and withdraws. "Let me take you somewhere?" he says. "More private? I want— Mmph!" Kurt hums as Blaine drags him into another kiss. he shivers, pulls away, and then clambers over Blaine to stand and offer him a hand. "Please?"

.

Kurt has a favorite grove, he says. The winding labyrinthine trip there is a blur for how close Blaine is to coming, how his blood vibrates so keenly, how badly he wants. Dimly hes aware of Kurt closing a gate and setting a light atop it to orange. And then Kurts guiding him to a long low padded bench upon a stone patio beneath a lattice canopy draped in some night blooming vine. The bench has rolled arms and no back, and around it are scattered strangely shaped pillows, bolsters and wedges; a stack of light blankets; and a table with refreshments and supplies. Golden bursts of light swirl through the air as Kurt presses him down to sit and pulls at his clothes. Muffled cries come in the night along with the sound of water. Nearby a bird begins a serenade to accompany the songs of the frogs and insects.

A cooling breeze softened with humidity brushes Blaines skin as Kurt drags his trousers off and leaves Blaine completely naked. "I want to take you inside me," Kurt murmurs near his ear, and he brings Blaines hands to his flat belly as he straightens, pulls his top off, and casts it aside. "Want to surround you and hold you so deeply. Its all Ive been able to think about since last night. After the way you kissed me..." He draws one of Blaines hands down his spine, down over the still covered curve of his ass. "Would you like that too?"

"Yes," Blaine says, an answer to everything in the moment. Hes too far gone, beyond doubt or questions.

"Did I tell you how much I like it when you say yes?" Kurt says and grins. Then he pulls away to shimmy out of his leggings and comes back to Blaine nude. He straddles Blaines hips and sinks into a deep kiss with a sigh of relief. His cockhead slides wetly across Blaines belly. And gods, the scent of him, so hot and needful, the sweetness of his mouth and the sheltered spread of his thighs. And he wants...

Blaine turns his face to break the kiss so he can breathe, and Kurt leans over to the table, selects a slim cylinder of a cream colored wax-like substance. Its no thicker than a finger, and about the same length. The ends are rounded. Kurt shows it to him. "We need lubrication," he says. "Help me insert it please?"

The surface of the cylinder begins to melt as soon as Blaine has it between his fingers, buttery smooth. Kurt guides his hand back and lines the tip of it up with his anus.

"Push it in all the way," Kurt says.

It slides in easily and soon Blaines got one slippery finger pressed to Kurts hole. He rubs slickly over the tender rim, presses gently at the center, and looks up at Kurt, dazed and aching and strangely paralyzed in the moment—waiting for what Kurt wants to give him with a patience that seems to take him out of his own body. Its like all the wanting and anticipation has burned itself out and now hes just this: here.

Kurt hums approvingly and kisses his cheeks, his forehead, his nose. "Thats it. Give it a minute to melt."

Blaine finds he still has the use of his tongue, "Okay," he says, and, "Kurt." He runs his other hand up the back of Kurts arm to his shoulder. Holds him close and steadies himself there, in Kurts steady gaze.

"See? Now I have you exactly where I want you," Kurt says, petting the side of Blaines upturned face. "And youre enjoying it. You loved my mouth on your cock, hmm?"

"Oh... yes," Blaine says.

"Youll love this too," he says, and then he reaches down between them, takes Blaines penis in a firm hand and brings it back to press its crown against his hot little opening, pushing Blaines fingers away. Blaine sets his hand on Kurts hip and blinks his eyes wide.

Then Kurt lowers himself, coming down around Blaine furnace hot and fist tight, and Blaine tenses up everywhere. "Oh gods." Hes going to— its more than he can take.

"Relax," Kurt murmurs. "Breathe for me, sweetheart."

Blaine tries. Kurt doesnt move, just settles. "You have a meditation practice, right?" Kurt pets through Blaines hair, soothing.

"Um, yes."

"Close your eyes, breathe, relax."

Blaine nods, gulps in a breath, and tries harder to center himself. But all he can feel is Kurt around him, and he is, yes, utterly taken.

Kurt whispers in his ear, "You feel so good. I knew you would." It sends a pleasant tingle across Blaines scalp and down his spine.

When Blaine feels calmer, he says. "All right, Im all right."

And Kurt moves, so slowly. But its absolutely devastating. With a choked off gasp, Blaine comes, hard and shocking, helpless to stop himself. "Sorry," Blaine mumbles, "oh... Im..." He closes his eyes and presses his face to Kurts neck.

Kurt laughs affectionately and strokes Blaines back. "Its okay," he says. "We can work on that." And he keeps moving, still slowly. Blaine clings to him, clasped deep and warm inside Kurts body. "Think you can keep going?" Kurt asks.

"I... If you keep doing that."

"Okay, stay with me, Blaine."

Kurt gives him deep, indulgent, and increasingly hungry kisses as he moves. And its all getting so hot. The sweat rising between them, Kurts panting breaths against his open mouth, Kurt nipping at his lips, Kurt swallowing down his whimpers. The furrow of Kurts brow, his heartbeat surrounding, the shift of his cock between them, the flex of his hard muscled thighs. And Blaine feels it too, in his chest—light—in the depths of his belly—hot—and in his balls—heavy. Having his cock enveloped in such sweltering close bliss. Its singularly demanding. The tight cinch of it is different from Kurts mouth, but no less consuming. All of his consciousness is bent to the intersection of his body with Kurts.

Blaines unsure out how to move with Kurt, so he hangs on and lets Kurt take him over. Breathless and tireless, Kurt rises and falls, swivels and sways, wrapping Blaine in eddies of the scent of him: sex, sweat, and cologne. Kurts fingers tangle in his sweaty hair, winding and clasping tightly, tugging Blaines head back, baring his throat. It changes the timbre of his moans as Kurt lays his mouth upon Blaines pulse and speeds the rolling lift and push of hips. The obscene squish of the lubricant and Blaines semen is between them, combining with their sweat, and the wet sounds of their bodies interleave with the flow of water over rocks.

"Youre so good, Blaine," Kurt whispers. "Im... I just need to—"

Kurt arches back, braces himself with one hand, wraps the other around his cock. Hes gorgeous, the arc of his ribcage, the taut stretch of his muscled belly. His pale skin flushed petal pink across his chest, his nipples peaked even darker, as dark as his blood flushed cock.

"Can you move for me?" Kurt asks Blaine, rocking his hips in encouragement. Blaine shifts his weight, leans back against the couch and takes Kurt s hips for leverage, braces himself with his heels, pushes up with a tightening of his buttocks and belly. Slides in deeper, and its fantastic, the raw pleasure of it. Though it threatens to sap the strength from his muscles, he grits his teeth and pushes up again.

"Just a, uh, yeah, like that," Kurt says. "Not too fast, just keep it even... thats perfect."

Blaine pulls Kurts hips forward as he pushes his cock deep into his ass. Kurt sways and bows back with a cry. His fist around his cock tightens.

"Feels good?" Blaine asks.

"You have no idea," Kurt mumbles. He shakes his drooping hair from his forehead and gives Blaine a slack grin. "I like your cock."

"Yeah?"

"Mmm, you fit me just right," Kurt says, sighing as he slows down, matching his movements to Blaines. Languid, indulgent.

"Youre so," Blaine says, "captivating. Like this."

Kurt bites his lip, grins more broadly, and raises one eyebrow. "Captivating, am I? And are you caught?"

"Helplessly," Blaine says.

"Oh, sweetheart," Kurt says, and he tips forward again; his arms slip around Blaines neck. He murmurs softly against Blaines lips. Then he kisses Blaine on the mouth hard, seals their lips together, and sucks the breath from Blaines lungs. Deep exhale through his nose, then an inhale, and then hes filling Blaine back up again with new breath. Blaine lets Kurt breath for him as Kurt rocks against, holding him so tenderly, inside and out.

When he withdraws from the kiss, Blaine blinks up at him, dazed.

"Are you ready to come again?" Kurt asks.

"Yes," Blaine says. "I think so."

"Okay," Kurt says, "Im just going to, ah, pull off and turn around. I want you to get behind me and keep fucking my ass, okay?"

"Yeah," Blaine says.

Kurt does, and for a moment the loss of contact is like a brutal inversion, but Kurt turns and bends over the opposite arm of the couch, presenting his backside to Blaine. His thighs and buttocks are red with the friction of their movements, and shining slick with everything. Kurt reaches back and tugs his cheeks apart, showing Blaine where hes just been, where hes wanted. Curiously, Blaine lightly touches Kurts anus with his index and middle fingers, finds it so soft, open, and slick His fingers slip in easily. Kurt shivers and says quietly, "Put your cock back in, please?"

Blaine does. He pushes back in and his spine nearly buckles with how intense the pleasure is.

Kurt grunts and grinds his ass back against him. "Fuck me however you want," Kurt says.

"How do you want it?"

"Mmm, quicker now, if you can?" Kurt says. "I like the friction."

"Ill try," Blaine says.

"Whatever you do, Ill be coming again soon, so dont worry if—oh!"

Blaine fucks Kurt with a quick snap of his hips in and a sharp draw back. His brain feels like its melting into slag, and his thighs and lower back feel bizarrely uncoordinated trying to establish such an unfamiliar repetitive motion, but he focuses on maintaining neat strokes of his cock, as fast and forceful as his body will let him maintain. He wants to be good for Kurt.

Kurt swears vehemently, words Blaine doesnt know, and his head drops to the arm of the bench between his elbows. "Okay... thats—oh, fuck. Fantastic."

Blaine struggles to keep it up for long, especially as he gets closer to coming himself. But Kurts making such gorgeous desperate noises, swaying bonelessly in Blaines grasp. Blaine leans over him, letting Kurt take some of his weight as he falters. Kisses the back of Kurts neck and tries to keep up the pace hes set himself. His throat is dry, his breath rasps out in harsh staccato puffs. But it feels incredible. He both wants it to last forever, and he desperately wants to come.

Coming seems the more irresistible. Inevitable. He lets the building swell in his belly bear him forward, fucking Kurt messily, but without stopping.

"Im close," Kurt says. "Blaine."

Blaine finds some reserve, digs his fingers into the upholstered arm and speeds again, faster than before, even a little—miraculously—harder, and Kurt cries out, gasping and sobbing nonsense, until Blaine feels his body clamp tight and then release into strong squeezes around his cock. Kurt shudders hard, shivers and jerks against him. Blaine keeps still as the spasm of Kurts ass wrings his cock. He muffles his moan against Kurts shoulder and pinches his eyes shut as it ebbs and Kurt goes slack against the support of the bench. Blaine pulls back and pushes back in again, manages a few more feeble thrusts until his orgasm sweeps through his body, emptying him of all his tension and ache as the rapture floods in.

"Gods," Blaine says, and his knees give out. He slips out of Kurt, barely catching himself as he slumps back to the other end of the bench--barely catching himself from falling off the side of the couch.

Kurt turns, fumbles his way into Blaines arms. "Are you sure youve never done that before?" he mumbles against Blaines throat.

"I would have remembered if I had," Blaine says. He stares up at the vines dangling above him, their sweet scented white flowers are like stars against the dark green foliage.

Kurt yawns until his jaw cracks. He reaches for one of the blankets on the ground and pulls it up, shaking it free of its folds. "I know were a mess, but nap?"

Its strange to think about sleeping here, but theyre safe, private, comfortable, and Blaines unsure his legs would support him far enough to accomplish anything more than promptly collapsing to the ground. The bench is more comfortable. So he tightens his arms around Kurt and says, "yes," as Kurt pulls the blanket over their cooling bodies, and he lets sleep take him.

.

He wakes again too soon, and this time struggles to get back to sleep. Kurt, pillowed against his chest, is sound asleep. He looks young and vulnerable with his face slack and placid, and his drying hair soft and free of style. It sets a tremulous and fierce yearning in Blaines heart that has nothing to do with anything as straightforward as a desire for more sex. It remains an emotion Blaine doesnt understand. But he tightens his arms around Kurt and tries to remind himself that this is only something hes able to enjoy for a brief time, and then he will have to let go. And that fact brings a bitter nausea to Blaines heart and tears to his eyes. How is he ever going to say good bye to something that pierces his heart with unbearable dread just in anticipation of its loss?

In Kurts arms, he finds so many things hes lacked. Safety, relief, and connection. Joy. But even more than the honesty of pleasure, hes found a deeper sense of his own integrity, and its different from what he thought he knew about himself. Having just found this sense of unimpaired wholeness, he doesnt want to lose Kurt. He doesnt want to let go, gracefully or otherwise.

Blaine understands, he wont be able to bear this loss. What hes to do with that understanding, he doesnt yet know.