The instant the door slammed behind the men that had ensured Blaine's stomach was so bunched in knots that he wouldn't be ever able to untie it, Blaine's knees fell against one another and his palms dropped down to the desk to brace himself.  Somehow Kurt had managed to stop those guys from killing them both, though the one guy's parting line did suggest something about Blaine choking on Kurt's decapitated testicles should Kurt ever cross them.  It seemed nothing short of a miracle given what Blaine knew about the mafia, what Kurt had alluded to and anticipated, and the disregard for human life those men seemed to have in the way they had casually suggested killing them.  

Kurt was on his feet in a split second, his chair wheeling back on it's own as he shot out of it to help support Blaine.  It had taken all the will within Blaine not to whimper, or plead, or sweat profusely when everyone had been speaking around him.  How Kurt managed to deal with people like that for so long was beyond Blaine.  He just felt lucky he hadn't wet himself.

“Are you alright?” Kurt whispered, one of his arms wrapped around Blaine's waist and another ready to catch him if his legs turned to complete jelly.

Blaine just nodded in reply, though he really didn't feel alright.  He was well aware that Kurt's planning and ability to defuse the situation was the reason he was still there, and that if he had had to fend for himself against those brutes - he'd be attracting flies in the trunk of a car by now.

“Hey…”  Kurt cooed softly, bringing his free hand up to cup Blaine's chin and direct it towards his own face.  “It's okay.  You're safe.”

“They could have killed us.”  Blaine said in a gasp, his upper teeth grazing over his lip, threatening to bite down on it in an old nervous habit from his childhood that only just then decided to make a comeback.

“We're alive.  You're okay.  I wouldn't let them hurt you.”

“And if it was just you they caught…?”

Kurt shrugged a little, and the sourness in Blaine's stomach turned to fire.

“You would have let them kill you wouldn't you?  You wouldn't even have fought-”

“No… I mean.  I might have.”  Kurt interrupted.  “Back after I first let you go… but you came back… and you kept coming back… I would have fought to stay alive for that.”

Blaine's nose wrinkled up as he considered Kurt's words, brow furrowing along with it.  Whether Kurt was lying now for his benefit or not didn't matter since the outcome was the same.  “Why would you give away all your money though?  That's something people do when they think they're going to die.”

“Because I did think I was… and accepted it… You saw me Blaine, at my worst, when I accepted it.”

“But now you have nothing.”

A sideways smile, and a tilted head told Blaine he was missing something as Kurt regarded him with twinkling eyes.  “No.”

“Sappy shit aside about having me and all that - you still don't have anything else to your name.”

Kurt laughed.  A real, raucous laugh and Blaine found himself being squeezed tightly against Kurt as he was pulled in against him.  “Okay.. sappy stuff aside it's true… I don't have any more money left in my accounts.  I transferred them all to several accounts in your name to be released at different points.  However I do have my -”

“What?”

“Well each year there will be a new deposit from a separate account that goes into your main account and -”

“Kurt.”  Blaine stammered, shaking his head.  “You gave all your money to me?”

Blue eyes rolled before him.  “Yeah.  Who else was I going to give it to?”

“I don't know?!  A charity?  A family member -”

“You are my family.”

Blaine sighed and let his heavy head fall against Kurt's waiting shoulder.  “You said that before…”

“And I meant it.”  Kurt reached up to tangle his fingers into Blaine's hair, which was now sweaty as if all his sweat glands went into overdrive the instant he felt he could respond to the threat of the men that had just been there.  “But I was going to have my apartment sold and that will take care of me for awhile…”

“What'll you do now though?”

“I was hoping you still.”

“Har har.”  Blaine said stiffly and leaned his head into Kurt's tension relieving fingers.  “Besides that.”

“I really don't know.  I didn't plan for that.”

“But you planned for me to be taken care of - much more than I'll ever need to be I'm sure, and you planned that blackmail -”

“I never planned that.”

Blaine's head snapped up, out of Kurt's fingers and his brow furrowed, “But -”

“I do have a file on that computer detailing information about all my clients - but that file was to ensure I have enough information on them to make the best investments for their interests.  There's nothing linking it to any lawyer or -”

“You LIED to them?!”

Kurt just nodded, as if he had been gambling on pennies instead of their lives.  “Yeah.”

To that, Blaine groaned and let his face fall back in against Kurt's shoulder.  “Fuck….”

“Your language is usually much cleaner when you're sober.”

“I'm lucky I'm alive to speak anything at all.  Damn it Kurt… we could've died.”

Kurt's fingers fell back onto Blaine's head, rubbing his neck tenderly as it transitioned away from his temples.  “I know… that's why I made it up.”

“You know I'll take care of you now… anything you need… it's your money in my account anyhow…”  Blaine murmured into Kurt's suit jacket.  The massage was helping ease the stress out of his body, and before long he found himself melting in against Kurt.

Kurt turned his head to press a kiss into the sweaty hair that was curling outwards in defiance to the gel in it.  “Would be a nice change…”

“You can take care of our cats while I'm in class -”

“- Do I have to?”

Blaine laughed, bringing his hands up as the strength returned to them and setting them on Kurt's hips.  “Well if I'm the one bringing home the bacon I expect you to be the one taking care of the home.”

He felt another kiss to his temple, and Blaine felt the adrenaline rise within him again.  It hadn't left his body, hadn't dissipated at all, just changed into a new form.  Before Kurt could respond to his jibe, Blaine had lifted his head up and planted his lips on Kurt's silencing the words about to come out with a hard, needy kiss.

Whatever Kurt had been about to say turned into a moan inside Blaine's mouth.   Hands began to roam.  Blaine had the fingers of one hand slipping in between the buttons of Kurt's shirt to get a feel for his skin while Kurt had slipped a hand down the front of Blaine's pants, confirming that the intensity of the moment had shifted from one extreme to another.  With his other hand, Kurt reached back, swiping everything he could off the desk and letting it clatter noisily onto the floor below with no regard for its existence.  Those things were just that - things.  The priority for them both was the living man in their arms.

It was Kurt who took charge, rolling their bodies around so Blaine was pressed back against the side of the desk and then damn near ripping off Blaine's jacket and dress shirt with the force of his hands working against it in unison.  Understanding the need for action well, Blaine used his own hands to help Kurt's, stripping down in record time and sitting himself up on the desk - so cold under his skin.

Getting Kurt undressed took more time, but given that Kurt removed his clothing after kneeling down and taking Blaine's cock in his mouth, it was forgivable.  Each hard suck made Blaine whine, and he curled his fingers around the edge of the desk to stop himself from following Kurt's mouth each time he moved his lips up.  There came a point when Blaine didn't even realize Kurt was naked, at least not until that warm, wet mouth was taken away and Kurt stood back up, pushing Blaine back on the desk with one hand while the other snaked its way between the globes of Blaine's ass, and, oh, how Blaine had longed to be touched there again without knowing it.  It had been months since Kurt had been there, and nothing felt so right as when Kurt sucked on one of his own fingers and then slid it up inside of Blaine, causing whimpers and needy, pleading gasps to come out of Blaine's mouth without permission.  

There was an urgency, an eagerness, that had grown out of this moment.  Before, all their lovemaking was just that - sweet, caring, and slow.  This was not that.  Blaine wanted Kurt inside him before he was ready and the rougher way Kurt was handling him against the desk, keeping him held down with one hand while the other worked him open with nothing more than spit and ferocity, was nothing short of insanely frantic.  

But it was also hot.  Blaine burned with each twist of Kurt's fingers, each stretch, and yet he wanted more.  He wanted the pain because with it came even more pleasure.  

“Let me… let me… bend over….”  He panted, adding on a “Please.” for good measure.

Kurt just groaned, and his hand moved off Blaine which allowed Blaine to roll over, bending down onto his elbows over the desk and present himself to Kurt.  If Blaine had a thing - this had to be it.  

What was more was that he only just realized this could be a thing for him.

Kurt's head dove between his cheeks, lapping over the hole that Blaine just wanted filled up with cock, and ensured it was slick with spit, as well as even more eager to be used with the tease.  Then, without all the preamble, the “are you ready?”'s and the assurances that he was indeed ready that Blaine was used to, Kurt lifted his head back up and pressed his cock in between Blaine's cheeks, against his pucker, and in past the hard ring of muscle until Blaine could feel Kurt's hips resting against his ass and knew that Kurt was completely inside of him, making him burn and babble nonsense and grasp the desk with white knuckles.

God it felt good.

Somewhere in his incoherency, Blaine begged for more and Kurt complied, pulling back and shoving himself in again, stretching Blaine open and apart like Blaine was sure nothing else could.  It was agony, and ecstasy, and again he pleaded for “More!” and “Harder!”

That was it.  If Kurt had been holding back - he wasn't anymore, and Blaine got what he asked for.  His body slid back and forth as Kurt slammed into him again and again to the point where Blaine was sure the only words he recognized coming out of him were “Fuck!” and “Yes!” and “More!”, sometimes together, sometimes interchanged in order, and increasingly louder in order to speak over the slapping of flesh on flesh that echoed through the room.

Blaine's orgasm hit him like a freight train - blinding white in his eyelids and an absence of any thoughts or feelings in his head.  His fingers and toes buzzed and tingled as if bees has got in under his skin, and he heard himself cry out though he didn't remember opening his mouth.

Kurt must have come very soon after, or at the same time, because as Blaine's body went lax on the desk (and thank goodness for how cool the marble of it was on his overheated skin), Kurt was panting and resting on top of Blaine in a similarly boneless state.  They stayed like that, a mass of jellied humans trying to find their breath, until Kurt was able to roll of Blaine and awkwardly trudge to a closet he had in the office where he procured a small towel and brought it back to Blaine - who hadn't yet summoned the energy to move - and cleaned him off.

“I like this desk.”

Kurt laughed at that, returning to the closet and grabbing two pairs of what appeared to be workout clothes.  He dressed himself in one set and placed the other aside Blaine's happily used body.  “It was expensive.”

“Worth every penny.”

Another laugh, and Kurt wheeled the chair back to them, setting it by Blaine who collapsed backwards into it and then managed to put the offered clothing on, albeit slowly.  

“Maybe you could go back to school now…”  Blaine suggested, peering up at Kurt who was leaning against the table and watching him.  “... do something you love.”

“I just did.”

This time, Blaine rolled his eyes at Kurt, who then followed up his goofy answer with a serious one.  

“I used to love singing…”

Blaine remembered the young man he had pulled through the halls of Dalton, the one whose eyes lit up when he sung his way… as beautiful then as he was now.  He had been spying for his glee club, back before he was taken into the dark work he had just managed to escape from, and if that darkness hadn't consumed him, Blaine could well imagine that things might have gone quite different for the man he had.   Maybe he would have gone to NYADA too, or another music or theater program.  Maybe they would have met sooner.  Maybe they wouldn't have met at all.

“So sing.”

Blaine was expecting Kurt to agree, or, at the least, argue that it wasn't for him anymore in a cliched manner.  He definitely wasn't expecting Kurt to be quiet for a moment, look up and out the window, and then open his mouth to produce the most crystalline voice that Blaine had ever heard before singing a Leonard Conen song with all the emotion and pain that it implied in a performance worthy of a standing ovation at a NYADA winter recital.  It stunned Blaine to say the very least, having neither expected Kurt to sing for him or to be so damned good, and so he sat, listening to Kurt with a mouth hung half open.

“Oh my god Kurt… you're… really good.”  Blaine stammered once the singing ceased.

“Thank you.”

“You should apply to NYADA.”  

“Maybe I will.”

“Hell, you could probably go straight to Broadway.”

The corners of Kurt's mouth tugged up in a small, sad smile, and as he looked down to where Blaine was sitting, the smile, so weak to begin with, fell.  “I really wanted that when I was younger… but… I don't think I do anymore.  I've changed… or, rather, things have changed me.  I've spent the last few years acting for people until I thought it was who I was.  I'm, honestly, kind of tired of being anything other than myself.”

“Then… what…?”  Blaine asked, inwardly questioning if it was alright for Kurt to not share that voice with the world.

“Well, I was thinking that I didn't have to decide this minute.”  The smile returned to Kurt's face, and Blaine mirrored it.  “I will do something… I'm not good at being idle - never was.  But, if it's okay, I'm kind of just wanting to find out who I am again, even if it means I have to watch those damned cats all day.”

Blaine let himself laugh then, nodding to Kurt and reaching for his hands so he could pull him over and into his lap, hoping the chair could support them both.  

“I think that's just fine.”

Thanks for everyone who came on board with this little one-shot turned multi-chapter fic.  I know some of you would like me to continue from here and include all the headcanon details I have about Kurt's decided career field, how many kids they have, how many kidney stones they pass between them, etc, etc. - but I felt that now that the threats have been resolved, they've figured out they love one another, and they have a future together, that it's a good time to conclude.  Much love to you all!  Thanks for all the reads and reviews!!