When he felt something press against his entrance, he started to tense up.

"Relax, Kurt." Blaine whispered, rubbing circles with his free hand on Kurt's left thigh. After a few moments Kurt started to relax again and Blaine pushed further, past the ring of muscles. Blaine pulled out again a bit, then back in, more than the first time. He repeated it until Kurt was used to the feeling and started to enjoy it.

Blaine pulled his finger completely out and at the same time he started kissing Kurt's thigh, licking and biting it and Kurt was so distracted by that sensation that he only registered Blaine pushing in two fingers when he felt a slight stretching when Blaine started moving and scissoring. And then Blaine was crooking his fingers slightly and hit something inside of Kurt that made him moan. It was not enough to send him over the edge, not nearly, but it was new and felt good.

"Do you think you're ready for a third?"

He moved more and hit that spot again and Kurt clenched his eyes shut.

"Y-yeah."

Suddenly he couldn't wait for more, although he still dreaded that it would hurt.

But Blaine had obviously decided that he would make it as pleasant for Kurt as he could, because when he pulled out to add a third finger, he started licking Kurt's cock again, gripping it at the base, licking around the head and this time Kurt didn't even realize that Blaine entered three fingers. But then he hit that spot again and Kurt's hips bucked upwards and he moaned loudly when his cock slid into Blaine's mouth. And he didn't really know what happened because all these feelings and sensations were a bit overwhelming but suddenly he was moaning and panting and writhing in the sheets, one hand clenched to the linen and the other one stroking over Blaine's head, grabbing some hair. He felt a tingling sensation at the base of his spine, his thighs began trembling and he felt himself clenching around Blaine's fingers.

That was obviously a sign for Blaine, because he let go of Kurt's cock and pulled his fingers out. Kurt whimpered and opened his eyes.

"It's alright, Kurt."

He saw Blaine grabbing for the oil again, spilling a bit on the sheet when he poured more on his hand so he could coat himself.

Kurt spread his legs a bit wider and Blaine pulled a cushion over that Kurt helped putting underneath him.

Blaine positioned himself at Kurt's hole and then leaned over Kurt's body to kiss him sweetly on the mouth. No tongues, no biting, just lips on lips.

"I'm sorry if this hurts."

A tiny portion of Kurt's brain registered Blaine's apology, but then there was a stretch and a burn and pain and Blaine was biting his neck and who was screaming?

"Shh, it's okay, Kurt. It's going to stop, I promise. Shh." Blaine kissed and licked and bit his neck and his collarbone and whispered words of affection into his skin.

And soon enough it stopped and Kurt realized that he was heaving. He opened his eyes – when had he closed them in the first place – and saw Blaine looking right at him.

"You alright?"

Kurt nodded shakily.

Blaine smiled and kissed him again, moving slightly.

Now that the pain was gone, that he was used to the stretch it started to feel good and he got lost in the moving, Blaine panting into his ear, still whispering how beautiful he was, how good he felt and the kisses and licks and tiny bites that Blaine managed to mix into it all.

"God, you feel so good, Kurt."

Kurt moaned.

It was so much to feel, to experience at one time and when Blaine shifted a bit, hitting that spot again and then grabbing his cock with his hand it only took three more strokes to make him come.

Blaine moaned and his movements faltered, coming to a halt and Kurt could feel him come, too.

Blaine's head dropped onto Kurt's shoulder and he breathed heavily.

After a while he pulled out and rolled off of Kurt, pulling him close.

"You were amazing, Kurt," Blaine whispered, stroking Kurt's hair and back.

"Thanks … I guess."

Blaine chuckled quietly.

"Sleep now. We have all the time in the world."

Kurt snuggled closer. Maybe they did, but he still had to get pregnant.

Kurt woke up in the middle of the night. It was dark, but the moon gave enough light to see Blaine lying on his back, the comforter pulled down to his waist, head turned to the side.

He knew that this was his chance, another chance to get pregnant and... He shuddered, thinking about ending like Blaine's mother. Tolerated, but not loved. Or even worse, like Adriana. Sent into exile, the marriage annulled, because he couldn't conceive.

Tentatively Kurt lifted the comforter and pulled it aside. Blaine moved slightly, but stayed fast asleep. Knowing that he had to take this opportunity, he started stroking Blaine's cock, all the while watching Blaine's face for any signs that he might wake up. For a short moment he stopped, grabbing the bottle with the oil and pouring some over his fingers. Even though nobody could see him, he could feel the heat in his cheeks when he reached around and started to prepare himself. With his other hand he kept stroking Blaine's cock and he had to keep himself from squeezing it, when he actually had to suppress a moan. Maybe, he scissored the two fingers and bit his lip, maybe he could actually like having sex.

Blaine stirred more when Kurt accidentally squeezed a bit harder and Kurt knew it was time to go for the second round. He poured some oil on his hand, spread it on Blaine's cock, straddled Blaine and hoped his plan would work. Or that it wouldn't hurt at least.

Kurt positioned himself over Blaine, holding his dick and lowered himself down onto it. The stretch stung more than it did the first time and he hoped that it would go away soon. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

"Kurt?"

Kurt jumped a bit and hissed at the pain that shot through his body. He opened his eyes and saw Blaine looking at him.

"What..." Blaine blinked and put his hands on Kurt's hips when Kurt moved again. He swallowed visibly. "What are you doing?"

No, not the truth. He couldn't tell him the truth.

"I … I wanted to feel you."

Blaine smiled and propped himself up and then he did something Kurt couldn't quite follow and suddenly Blaine was sitting as well, Kurt still in his lap. He kissed Kurt on the shoulder, the neck, the chest and the jaw and on his lips, too, while he moved his hips. One hand was between Kurt's shoulder blades, the other on the small of his back.

Blaine shifted a bit and - "Blaine," Kurt breathed, because he hit that spot again and it felt oh so good. And although they moved slowly, it didn't take long for Kurt to come, because Blaine hit that spot every time he pushed into Kurt. He let his head drop onto Blaine's shoulder and suddenly pushed Kurt off of him, so he could pull out.

"Wha-"

Blaine stroked himself two more times, before he came all over his and Kurt's stomachs.

Kurt looked down between them, seeing the streaks of white. His second chance of getting pregnant completely wasted. He felt his eyes getting hot and before he knew it he was crying.

He scrambled off of Blaine's lap and buried his head in one of the cushions.

"Kurt?" The mattress next to him moved and he felt Blaine's hand on his back, stroking up and down. "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm n-not... n-not p-p-pregnant," Kurt sobbed, his voice muffled because his face was still being pressed into the pillow.

"Excuse me?"

Kurt turned his head to the side.

"I'm not ..." He took a deep breath. "I'm not pregnant, Blaine."

"What … How ..." Blaine turned Kurt around so that he was lying on his back. "Kurt, why would you want to be pregnant now?" He used his thumb to wipe a tear from Kurt's cheek.

"Because if I'm not pregnant, you'll send me away and then you will marry Lord Sebastian and I will become Jesse's lover and..." He started crying again.

Apart from him crying it was silent for a while. Until Blaine started laughing.

"Oh goodness, Kurt. Is that what you think?"

Kurt looked away, but he felt Blaine push a strand of hair behind his ear, wiping away another tear and stroking his shoulder.

"Do you really think I will abandon you if you're not pregnant at once?"

Kurt didn't answer.

"Please, Kurt, answer me." Blaine's voice sounded pleadingly.

"Your... your father..." Kurt's voice was just a whisper.

There was movement again and suddenly Kurt could feel Blaine's body next to him, radiating heat.

"I'm not my father, Kurt. And I never will be."

Kurt turned his face to look at Blaine.

"But you said..." He blinked, a bit confused.

"I said what?"

"That I was like every other virgin you had."

Blaine kissed his forehead affectionately.

"You were like me, Kurt. Yes, I had partners before you. But no one was like you and from now on there will be only you, Kurt." He put an arm around Kurt. "I may not love you right now, but I like you a lot and I guess we will love each other one day."

Kurt looked at Blaine and he wasn't sure if he could believe what Blaine said.

"But … Jesse and Lord Sebastian."

"Jesse will never be more than my father's illegitimate son. My father will see that his bride will be acceptable and Lord Sebastian..." Blaine chuckled. "Well, let's just say that his first and foremost duty is to serve his King and his king has decided yesterday that Lord Sebastian will become an ambassador in a far away country."

Blaine kissed Kurt again, this time on the lips.

"I'm not like my father, Kurt. I see how he treats my mother and I hate it. I promise to be a better husband to you."

Kurt nodded.

"Is everything okay now?"

"I," Kurt drew a deep breath. "I guess."

Blaine smiled at him and pulled him closer.

"Then sleep. And don't worry about being pregnant right now. We still have time for that."