God that was a fucking long plane ride. His ass was numb... if he even had an ass after being forced to sit in that tiny chair for so long. Not that he was conscious for the trip back to the United States, but that didn't stop him from hating how sore the plane ride had made him.

Blaine vowed never to return to the Philippines again. The last two months had been absolute torture, and getting there and back was nothing to brag about either. He missed his bed, his instruments, his personal space (which his relatives seemed to have no concept of), and most of all, his boyfriend.

He had barely been able to talk to Kurt, since his extended family back in the Philippines seemed to be lucky to have electricity and water, and most of them were Luddites with no interest in technology. The few times he had managed to get away to the nearest city, he had been able to find an internet cafe and message with Kurt that way, but otherwise he had found himself completely cut off from what he considered to be civilization.

It wasn't that the Philippines was a backwards place, it was just that his family seemed to be backwards when it came to accepting change. They certainly weren't accepting of his homosexuality, and he was dragged to church every second day in the hopes that being there would somehow cleanse him of the sin of loving of a boy. In reality, it just made him furious. He considered himself to be an open minded person when it came to religion, but now he could see where Kurt was coming from when he had said he actively disliked how religion organized itself to persecute groups - such as gay men and women.

Most of his time was spent playing basketball with some of his second, or third, cousins. That seemed to be the big thing in their world. Everything revolved around basketball, and while Blaine liked the sport, he got bored discussing all the details of every game and each player's statistics. When he wasn't doing that, he occupied himself by going on long, lonely walks. He missed his motorbike. Between his whole extended family, who all lived on the same plot of land, there was only one vehicle, and by the looks of it he knew he'd be lucky if it got him across the street.

So he was alone with his thoughts for the past two months. You might think that it would have led him to having some sort of profound epiphany about himself, or his existence, but all it did was make him irritated with himself. He wasn't good company he discovered.

Which brought him back to his thoughts of Kurt. He had missed him terribly, and even, dare he think it, missed most of the people back in Glee club he called friends. He hadn't been able to send off any messages to Kurt about his return to Lima, so Kurt hadn't been waiting in the airport lobby. A little piece of Blaine was sad about that, even though he knew not to expect it. He'd have to settle for masturbating again tonight.

Blaine led his mother by the crook of her elbow to the waiting limousine outside, greeting Jerome in passing. As they drove, Blaine's phone seemed to awaken and text after text downloaded to his phone. Two months worth of messages he hadn't been able to receive across the ocean.

"It will be sad to not have my mother at home." Blaine's mother said sadly then, making Blaine pocket his phone for the time being.

"Well I still think we should move somewhere smaller." Blaine added. They were speaking in Tagalog. It was the language they used at home, when no one else was around. His mother was more comfortable speaking it, and his grandmother had never picked up English well enough when she was in Lima.

"Don't be silly dear. When your father gets over his phase, he'll want to return to the home we picked together."

Blaine sighed. It was always the same conversation, just twisted in one direction or another. His mother sincerely thought his dad would come back to them, cured of his alcoholism and hate. She hung onto that hope so strongly that she wouldn't even reply to the calls of one of her old co-workers who was clearly in love with her. It didn't matter what Blaine said to her, it was dismissed because she couldn't... wouldn't let go.

It didn't even matter that the man had beat him.

"Oh... it was just a little rough housing." She'd say after hearing him getting punched and kicked. For awhile, he believed her, and thought he was just weak because he hurt - inside and out, from the beatings. But after what had happened with Kurt - he knew the problem wasn't him.

He felt bad though. His mother had lost a lot. She had come to America with the promise of love following his dad going to the Philippines during a business meeting. He heard, at least from her, that in the beginning things were wonderful. They had Cooper and he was such a delightful child they didn't dare have another. Blaine was clearly an accident on their parts, and because of her strong Catholic roots, Blaine's mother wouldn't consider an abortion. She loved him though, growing up she doted on him, and he was definitely a mama's boy by all conventional definitions. When she started losing her sight though, she started losing everything. Cooper had moved away to Los Angeles, his dad had started drinking and sleeping around, and then Blaine had almost died too.

So he took care of her. He organized the house staff they really didn't need but she insisted on, and ran all the errands. He knew it would be more difficult now since his grandmother had returned to the Philippines. Now he would be her only source of companionship, and if his time away taught him anything, he wasn't good company.

"Mister Anderson. One of your families attendants asked me to pass onto you your course schedule. Classes began a couple days ago but I'm sure you'll have no trouble catching up to anything you would have missed." Jerome spoke up after the silence had been held for awhile. A paper was passed back from the front and Blaine scanned it over. All senior level courses. He had done it. He was caught up and could graduate this year.

"I still think you belong in a proper private school Blaine." His mother chimed in.

Blaine snorted at that. "Dad won't sign off on it and since you won't let him give up custody of me, even though he wants to, his signature is still required. Anyhow. It's my last year. I'll finish it where I am."

She let out a soft sigh of her own. Blaine's mother knew when arguing with him was pointless, and when it came to how much he despised his father - that was one those times. He didn't dare mention the fact that he wanted to be able to graduate with Kurt either. As far as his mother was concerned, being gay was a phase, just like his father's alcoholism was, and he'd suddenly become straight one day. She tolerated Kurt, even liked him, but in her mind, he was a temporary thing in Blaine's life.

Kurt would never be temporary if Blaine had any say in it.

He pulled the phone out of his pocket and scanned through the messages. Most were from Glee club kids who didn't seem to realize his phone wouldn't be able to receive texts overseas. Many were from Brittany who sometimes used his number thinking it was twitter and posting her current statuses. A few were from Kurt, but after his first messaging session with Kurt, there were no other messages. Kurt knew he couldn't get them.

He toyed with the idea of texting Kurt to let him know he was back, but the idea to surprise Kurt hit him and so he tucked his phone back away.

Kurt loved romance, and even though Blaine hardly considered himself a romantic, he needed to make sure that after all this time spent apart, that Kurt would appreciate him still. Two months is a long time in the life of a teenager and who knew if Kurt had met someone else interesting. Blaine needed to make sure he outshone any possible competitors.

So he texted Brittany and asked for her help. He would need backup dancers and the Cheerio's always seemed eager to assist, especially when people would be paying attention to them.

"Alright Brit. Everyone of your girls knows what to do right?" Blaine asked, ignoring the stares of some of the cheerleaders surrounding him. He had dressed up for this and felt absolutely ridiculous, especially when several of the girls, either not recognizing him or not caring, had passed him their numbers and told him to call them.

Those slips of paper rapidly ended up in the trash.

"Yes. We're armed and ready sir." Brittany even saluted him with the declaration, and Blaine chuckled.

"Not even sure what you mean by that Brit, but I'll take it. Is he in the courtyard yet?"

Brittany nodded and patted Blaine on the chest, "Yes. And by the way, you look super cute today with your little boy hair and bowtie. You should dress like this more often and maybe people won't think you're such a meanie."

Blaine rolled his eyes, but let the comment slide. He certainly didn't intend to keep the look, but he wanted to make sure he looked extra good for Kurt. At the very least, the girls seemed to appreciate it.

The cluster of Cheerio's led the way out, blocking Blaine from view of Kurt, who, through a peek between their bodies, was at the bottom of the stairs. Perfect. Not just the situation, but Kurt. He caught his breath, remembering that he was about to perform and couldn't spend the next few minutes oogling that boy. He could do that later. Naked preferably.

"By the way. Coach Sylvester expects us to sabotage that piano." Brittany noted just as the music started. Blaine couldn't respond, but gave her a look of utter confusion as he burst into a rendition of It's Not Unusual.

Kurt's eyes were on him, and Blaine shot him a shit-eating grin as he worked his way through the song. He knew he was doing well because his boy couldn't keep his eyes off him and looked like he was ready to pounce him the instant the song ended.

And Kurt did. As soon as he finished, he launched himself into Blaine's waiting arms. As if to add an extra special flourish to the moment, the piano went up in flames behind them. Blaine thought it was hilarious, Kurt looked totally aghast.

But all that mattered right then and there was that his boyfriend was back in his arms where he belonged.

As the fire died down and most of the students had disbanded, Blaine finally let Kurt go. The brunette boy was blushing furiously. Blaine knew Kurt was shy about public displays of affection, but he couldn't be blamed for wanting to hold onto Kurt after so long apart.

Although, all it served to do was make him want more of Kurt.

"I can't believe you're back." Kurt murmured as Blaine took him by the hand and led him inside the school.

"Back.. and so fucking glad of it." Blaine said, grinning sidelong at Kurt.

"You look so... cute too... like... hot cute." Kurt said quietly, a blush forming on his cheeks.

Blaine couldn't help but smirk. One of his hands found their way to Kurt's ass and gave it a small squeeze, making the boy jump in place. God he was gorgeous when he was shy. "So do you."

The blush deepened and Blaine pressed a kiss to it, feeling the warmth in Kurt's cheek through his lips. "Come on..." he whispered, letting his lips linger by Kurt's ear, "... I want to spend some time with you..."

Now Kurt's face was entirely red, and Blaine continued to smirk smugly. The fact that he could make him respond in that way did nothing but please him endlessly.

"But.. what about..." Kurt stammered, though Blaine had a hold of his hand and was dragging him through the halls of McKinley and into a storage room before Kurt could even put up a fuss.

Blaine turned on the light, illuminating the small area and setting his sights on Kurt, who at this point had arched an eyebrow. "Really?"

Blaine blinked, doing his best to play innocent, "What? I just want to see you without anyone else around. It's been two months Kurt... TWO MONTHS."

"Mmmhmm...." The saucy part of his boyfriend had returned during his flight to the storage room, and god did he miss that snarkiness too. "So your big plan is to... what? Woo me with the paper and pencils in here?"

Blaine grinned wolfishly and set his hands on Kurt's waist, leaning in so their lips were only an inch apart, "I'll have you know that you can make any situation fucking hot."

Kurt made a small moan, and brushed his lips forward against Blaine's. That was all the invitation Blaine needed and he had Kurt pressed back against the door as he completely sealed the kiss while his hands climbed under the edge of Kurt's pants, pulling gently on the elastic of his boxer briefs.

"Blaine..." Kurt whimpered as he took a breath. His voice suggested that they should stop, but the bulge Blaine could feel in Kurt's pants rutting up on his leg said otherwise. He locked his lips against Kurt's once again, drawing his tongue all along the inside of Kurt's mouth as he mapped it out to compare it to his memory. Definitely Kurt.

Thank god for closets. The first one they had been in together had been the start of them being together... kind of... one he had gotten his head out of his ass anyhow. Now they could rekindle their romance inside of one again. Kind of fitting since everyone was always talking about what a big deal it was to come out of the closet - Blaine was happy to go into it - so long as Kurt was there too anyhow.

He slid Kurt's pants down, boxers along with them, hearing the musical sound of Kurt moaning softly above him as he moved his lips over his cock. Again he mapped out the curves and lines of Kurt there, and again, it was definitely Kurt.

"God Blaine... we're going to get suspended.... or expelled..."

"Shh..." He mouthed around Kurt's cock as he moved his mouth back and forth on it, licking up the bottom of the shaft. Kurt whined in response, and as he peeked upwards he could see Kurt trying to muffle himself by biting down on his fist. God that was hot.

Blaine slipped out a small tube of lube from his jeans pocket, and cracked it open as he continued to work his mouth up and down over Kurt's length. He could feel the tightening happening in Kurt's mouth and knew Kurt well enough to know that the poor boy hadn't been taking care of his own needs as much as he probably should be - meaning he could probably come in an instant if Blaine increased the pressure.

Blaine does increase the pressure, though not on Kurt's cock. He coats a finger in lube and wiggles it up into Kurt's ass, past the ring of muscle. He can hear Kurt's moans and whines muffled under his fist, and Blaine can't help but grin as he works that finger in and out several times before adding another.

"God... fuck... Blaine!" Kurt rasps as his hand falls away for a moment before clamping back over his mouth.

He loves it when Kurt loses himself enough to swear.

Blaine jams another finger up into Kurt who now seems to be having a difficult time staying upright on his feet with all the stimulus on him. Blaine has to give Kurt credit though - he thought for sure Kurt would have lost all control by now and come. Popping his mouth off Kurt's cock, and pulling his fingers out despite the whining heard behind Kurt's fist, Blaine slides his own pants down, his cock so relieved at being allowed the freedom it needs right now.

He uses the strength in his arms to hook his arms under Kurt's knees and lift him up, back against the door. He's a mess, an absolutely gorgeous mess right now. His eyes blown with lust as he looks at Blaine over the fist on his mouth. Blaine lines himself up and thrusts himself into Kurt whose eyes clench shut, head tips back and whole body trembles.

God he's so tight, and perfect, and fits so well.

It's a wonder Blaine can hold back at all, but he manages to go slowly at first, letting Kurt's body acclimatize to the intrusion before quickening his pace. He hopes no one is out in that hallway. It's class time, but there's no way anyone could misinterpret his own groans, blended with the thump-thump-thump of Kurt's body being wracked back against the door with each thrust. Even Kurt, despite his best efforts, can't muffle all the beautiful little sounds coming from him.

The sad thing is, Blaine is pretty sure, given what he's heard from Brittany, that this closet is used regularly for students to get it on.

He's pumping hard now. Arms ache from holding Kurt up, and at the same time, holding onto his hips so his body isn't pushed away with each thrust. Kurt wails into his balled fist and sprays himself with his own cum all over his chest and stomach as Blaine hits his prostate one final time before allowing himself to orgasm. Buried right up inside Kurt, he holds himself there as he climaxes... and damn it. No amount of masturbation can beat the real thing.

Blaine slumps down to his kneels, Kurt coming down with him as they both pant softly. Kurt always looks heavenly after an orgasm with the sheen of sweat around his brow and the haze in his eyes.

"I missed you so much..." Blaine finally says, slowly pulling himself out of Kurt and wincing at the cool air on his now flaccid and overly sensitive cock.

Kurt whimpers softly as he's emptied of Blaine, and mumbles, "Clearly..."

Blaine has always regained his senses faster than Kurt when they've been together, so he's the one who wipes them up and unbuttons Kurt's shirt. He always wears an undershirt anyhow, and will always have a spare change of clothing in his locker. Not that he wouldn't be impressed to see Kurt walk around the school with his arms out like that. Blaine is pretty sure that most of the student body isn't aware that Kurt has biceps - beautifully toned biceps for that matter.

"God... Blaine..." Kurt utters as he begins to compose himself. "We just had sex in school... we could get in so much trouble..."

"Shh..." Blaine leans over and kisses him gently to quiet him. "It'll be fine babe."

Kurt arched a brow and gave Blaine his bitch face. Blaine was going to hear about this later. Probably an earful too. It was too much, too risky, and they're missing class. Blaine doesn't care. He expects a lifetime of Kurt riding him like that, and he looks forward to it. There are certainly worse things in life than your boyfriend getting mad at you for initiating sex in a school closet.

They finish tidying up and then peek out to ensure the hall is clear before leaving the room and heading to Kurt's locker, which, oh so conveniently, is right beside Blaine's.

"I wasn't sure when you would be back so I convinced a friend who works in the office to secure the one beside me."

Blaine grins, leaning against the lockers as he watches Kurt pull on a sweater over his undershirt and then check and fix his hair in the mirror of his locker. Kurt is about to reach over and fix Blaine's hair too, which has loosened considerably from all the sweating he just did, but Blaine pulls back, "Nu-uh."

"But you looked so darling with it all gelled down..." Kurt pouts.

"Which is exactly why it needs to be free. I am not... darling."

Kurt laughs at that, giving Blaine a wink to say 'sure you aren't' with a high volume of sarcasm. They collect their books and then head to class. Blaine is doubly happy to find out that Kurt will be in most of his classes this year, so he can steady him as he limps through the halls.

And there's a sick part of Blaine that actually enjoys how his boyfriend is walking right now since he knows its because of him.

He's cheered by most of the Glee club when he joins them in the choir room. Mercedes and Brittany in particular are telling him how amazing his courtyard serenade was yesterday, and Mr. Butthead... Schuester... whatever his name is, he doesn't have time to remember the names of all the individual assholes in this school, is patting him on the back and proposing that more of the male solos should go to him.

So it's no wonder that Kurt's brother is glaring at him.

Whatever. He doesn't have time to please everyone. He's here for Kurt and Kurt alone. He sits beside his beautiful boyfriend and sets a hand down on Kurt's thigh, giving it a soft squeeze as he smiles softly to him, getting a beautiful smile back in return.

"I just want Blaine to know that this club isn't his to fool around with... most of us are here seriously because we want to win Nationals, not just score..."

"Excuse me? Did I do something to piss you off Finn? Or is the little diva not putting out and you're all pent up and taking it out on me?"

A chorus of "Oooo's" and "Uh-oh's" rise up among the group and Kurt's hand is on Blaine's back, trying to steady him, because Kurt probably knows how much it pisses him off to be challenged in public like that. Mr. Butthead is trying to get a word in, but Finn is all Blaine hears.

"Yes. You set fire to one of our pianos!"

"Actually." Slutana chimes in before Blaine's fist can recoil far back enough to hit Finn. "That was me."

Kurt pulls him back down to sit beside him, hissing at him in that warning tone he uses to tell Blaine that he's gone too far. Blaine sits, but sulks, listening to Mr. Butthead grow a pair and boot Slutana out. Apparently loyalty is prized in this club. You'd never guess it given how many dating combinations have been formed in this room, but Finn is silenced and Blaine's brain catches up with him to remind him that maybe punching your boyfriend's brother, no matter how much of an ass he's being, isn't the best way to start the year off.

With Slutana gone, Rachel announces that they will be putting on West Side Story as a musical this year. Blaine rolls his eyes. He likes theater, but hates the old style kind. He watches a lot of it because Kurt loves it, and it's an excuse to be with Kurt, but is not at all impressed by the play selection.

Then Kurt stands up beside him and announces that he's running for Senior Class president. Blaine smiles lovingly up at him and claps with the announcement. Kurt told him last night over the phone, and Blaine couldn't think of anyone better suited for it. Kurt has the most compassionate heart, and is the most moral person Blaine can think of.

When he sits back down, Blaine squeezes his hand and smiles at him again, getting a smile in return as his reward. In a lot of ways, Blaine acts like a dog around Kurt - ever protectful and watchful, jealous, but easily made happy with a smile or any form of acknowledgement.

When they're done work on their group number for the week, Blaine takes Kurt out for coffee, and listens in rapt attention as Kurt tells him all about the NYADA mixer he and Rachel went to last night and how embarrassed they were, and then how they made a pact to get to NYADA together come hell or high water.

Sometime during the summer, that Jewish diva and Kurt became closer friends. He's not sure if he should be jealous, or just proud of his boyfriend for taking pity on Rachel and befriending her. In any event, he tells Kurt that NYADA should already be banging down the door to get him to attend there.

He also manages to redirect all the questions Kurt has about his trip to the Philippines back to things about Kurt. He really doesn't want to talk about that trip.

"Didn't your grandmother move back there?" Kurt finally asks, and Blaine gives him a curious look because Kurt should know that was the whole purpose of going there.

"Yes...."

"Because you still smell like cigarettes..."

Shit.

He doesn't mean to do it... and he's quit god knows how many times, but nothing cures stress like a little puff at a cigarette, and he had one today with Quinn under the bleachers. He liked her new look. It suited her attitude. She bored him with a tirade about how straight guys never seem to figure out what the hell to do with a woman and he bummed a cigarette off her. Calmed him right down.

"The house still smells all of them... and it clings to clothing. Might take awhile for that to go away." Blaine offers as an answer, and Kurt arches a brow in that skeptical way of his, but doesn't question him further.

They talked for awhile longer, Blaine sneaking squeezes of Kurt's hand and rubbing his feet against Kurt's leg whenever he could. Really, touching Kurt could never get boring. Eventually they had to call it a night since Blaine had to get to football practice. Why he had signed up again, he didn't really know - aside from the fact that Kurt apparently loved the tight uniform on him, but Beiste had taken him back without a tryout and it was an excuse not to go home.

Home.

He didn't have to fear his dad there anymore. He had independently managed to get a restraining order against his dad even though his mother didn't agree with it. She believed they were just having a rough patch and could still work things out amicably. No. The problem was his mother.

He had become something of a surrogate spouse to his mother - a fact which he knew and hated. He took care of her, helped her with everything she needed, listened to her complaints, and then just listened as she told him what he needed to be doing. That didn't mean he'd comply with her wishes for him, but he just listened, and hated himself for doing it.

But he wasn't going to snap on his mother. She had gone through too much.

And he was all she had left now.