"It's so depressing... watching them all over one another... it's like I don't even exist around them." Kurt sulked, chin propped up on his hands with his elbows supporting them on the table.

Blaine looked over with his one eye to Kurt, smirking to himself. Kurt, who was always so careful about excessive shows of affection in public, was clearly jealous at the other couples at McKinley right now who were all lost in the throes of Valentine's week.

"I could be all over you...." Blaine purred towards Kurt, waggling his one eyebrow suggestively.

Kurt chuckled and shook his head. "Not the same... everyone is getting cards, and being serenaded, and flowers... and... I mean... I just wish you were there so I didn't have to face it all alone."

You're not fooling anyone Kurt Hummel thought Blaine. He watched the brunette continue on with his rant while he thought. He needed a way to show Kurt just how deeply he felt for him, but wasn't suppose to go back to school until his eyes healed up. Even though the bandage was off his eye, he still had an eyepatch on because he had to let his eye adjust to seeing again, gradually increasing the amount of time he had to eyepatch off for until he would be able to get through a whole school day.

But that day wouldn't be until next week, when Valentines was done with and everyone had moved onto obsessing over the next over-commercialized holiday.

"Sugar's having a party at Breadstix on Friday... Valentine's day... she's renaming it the Sugar Shack for the event. She insists her dad is not in the mafia but the man has more money than he knows what to do with - and out of business in Lima? Seems fishy...." Kurt continued on when Blaine tuned back into what he was saying.

Valentine's day was Friday... technically he wasn't supposed to be back in school.. but his eye could probably handle a party....

"Mr. Schuester is focusing on Greatest Love Songs this week... it's just so.... ugh."

Blaine chuckled at Kurt again, drawing his attention.

"What?"

"You're so obvious."

Kurt cocked up an eyebrow, "Oh?"

"You would be all over that assignment if I was there this week."

Kurt smirked a little, knowing it was the truth, but remaining coy regardless, "You think so?"

Blaine nodded, "Oh yah... you'd either be serenading me or not so subtly suggesting that I serenade you... which I would... since I know I'd get to spend some time between those legs of yours."

Kurt let his jaw drop, just a little, "Blaine Devon Anderson! You make me out to be so... easy!"

Blaine chuckled once again, leaning back in his seat, "You're not easy... if anything, you're delightfully hard." He put extra emphasis on that last word, licking his lips afterwards suggestively as he looked at the sweetly reddening face of the brunette sitting opposite from him.

"Let's just... do our math homework...." Kurt responded, clearly flustered and casting a glance over his shoulder to ensure no one else in the family was there to overhear Blaine.

With Blaine stuck at home, Kurt had been good about saving up his own homework to do at home so they could work together on it and Kurt could help Blaine with the concepts. Of course, Sam and Finn were also there, but they weren't in as many classes with Blaine as Kurt was, and most of the classes they were in were at the lower level. Both guys were nice, but definitely not academically inclined.

After working quietly for awhile, Blaine felt Kurt's eyes on him and looked up, peeking over his textbook at the pair of blue-green eyes intent on him. "What is it?"

"I was just wondering..."

"Yes?"

"What did you eat out there?"

Out there was what Kurt called the drive-in concession booth. Lately Kurt would just asked Blaine random questions about his time "out there", usually at random instances too. Blaine had initially wondered why Kurt was asking, but now just chalked it up to simple curiosity. Even though Kurt didn't have the spoiled life Blaine had when he was younger, he also never had to fend for himself to the extend Blaine had either and probably was seeking to understand what that was like.

"Mostly just small snacks. I ate as much as I could at school... the motorcycle can't carry that much you know.... lots of cheezies... and chocolate bars."

Kurt wrinkled up his nose and puckered his lips - a clear sign of distaste. Blaine knew Kurt enjoyed sweets, but not everyday, not like Blaine, Sam, and Finn would be fine with. They had all balked last night when Kurt had teased them with dessert only to reveal that his idea of dessert was grapes and strawberries.

In Blaine's mind, dessert required a lot more sugar.

"Hey Kurt!" Burt yelled from across the house. Kurt looked over to the source of the yelling and called back.

"What dad?"

"Carole and I are going to the Berry's! I left some cash on the front counter for you boys for pizza or whatever!"

Blaine lifted up an eyebrow and looked at Kurt questioningly as Kurt called back his thanks.

"What?" Kurt queried when he saw Blaine's stare.

"Why are your folks going to Rachel's?"

"Because they're meeting with her dads to talk about the engagement fiasco."

"And how do your parents know about that?"

"Because I told them."

Blaine went wide eyed, "What?! Kurt! Why?!"

Kurt frowned. He set down the book and his pencil and looked at Blaine seriously, "Because... they are too young for this. It's insane."

"What's insane is you going behind your brother and best friends back! You can't give me shit for threatening to out Santana when you just outed them!"

"Not the same thing Blaine!" Kurt huffed, standing up and wagging a finger towards him.

"They trusted you with a secret and you told! That's outing in my books."

Kurt's face soured and his arms folded over his chest as he regarded Blane.

"You outed them." Blaine reiterated, shrugging up his shoulders. "Did you do it out of spite or...?"

"Ugh... this is insane... everyone is insane! Spite?! Honestly?!" Kurt wailed, stomping off to his room, leaving Blaine with two sets of math assignments and a bewildered expression.

Sometimes, Blaine Anderson did not understand his boyfriend at all.

Kurt must have felt bad about outing Rachel and Finn, because for the rest of the week, he was nothing but overly sweet with Blaine. Everyday he would come home and Blaine would be the recipient of a big hug and kiss while Kurt told him how amazing and wonderful he was.

Blaine definitely began to feel spoiled when Kurt started going down on him daily "in appreciation". Appreciation of what exactly, Blaine wasn't sure, but he wasn't going to argue when he was getting more regular action than he had in months, and without him even having to initiate it - which was odd in and of itself.

He was going to have to come up with an amazing Valentine's gift for Kurt after all this.

"Sam, I need a favour."

Sam looked over to Blaine and arched an eyebrow. Even though they had been living in the same house for awhile, they didn't really talk all that much - at least not outside of the bigger group. Right now it was just them in the house since Sam had come home early from school to grab his guitar.

"Uh... okay. What kind of favour?"

"I can't drive yet... at least not legally, and I need a lift for an appointment on Friday afternoon."

"Aren't like, Burt and Carole giving you rides when you need them?"

Blaine shook his head, "They can't for this... I'm getting something for Kurt and I need discretion."

Sam arched both eyebrows now, "And you want me to miss school for that...?"

Blaine nodded, "I'll help you with any subject you need help in for as long as you need help in it in exchange."

Sam hummed thoughtfully and then nodded to Blaine, "Sure. Just let me know when."

"Quinn knows when." Blaine noted. "She'll let you know."

The eyebrows went up again, but to his credit, Sam didn't ask why Quinn would know. He just nodded again and left the house to get back to the school.

Simply put, the appointment had been set up through Quinn. She had the contact that Blaine needed for this.

And he knew he could trust Sam to be quiet. There were a number of people in glee club who had blurting issues, but Sam wasn't one of them - at least not that he had ever witnessed or heard about. Despite their earlier confrontations, Blaine secretly appreciated the way Sam tried to strive for right, even if it was religiously based, and how even though he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed that Sam still tried his best because he didn't want to disappoint his family or friends.

He felt bad about Sam's romantic troubles - but that's really what you get when you hook up with a diva like Mercedes. Sam was clearly over the moon when it came to Mercedes, and she kept rebuffing his advances. Blaine could see the hurt in Sam's eyes when he mentioned it casually among the Hummel-Hudson boys.

Kurt had vowed not to get involved in the relational drama between his 'boo', Mercedes, and his 'roomie' Sam. Finn meanwhile was utterly clueless and usually spent a fair bit of time trying to get input on what the three of them thought about Rachel and their relationship so he didn't have the capacity to also try and help with anyone else's relationship drama.

Which left Blaine.

Until this point, Blaine had stayed out of it. The only relationship he had really been interested in dealing with was his own with Kurt, but as he spent more time in this house, this HOME, he realized that being part of a real family meant helping out the family when they needed it, even the adopted members of that family.

"The way I see it, you have two situations here Sam..." He offered when Sam began to lament Mercedes' cold shoulder that evening after supper. Three sets of surprised eyes turned onto him and his sudden interest in Sam's plight. Ignoring them, Blaine continued, "Either you have Mercedes truly disinterested in you and she's just not being direct enough about it to let you down - probably because she doesn't want to hurt your feelings or because, and I don't think she's like this, but because likes having two guys pining over her...."

Sam nodded slowly, waiting for Blaine to go on while Kurt and Finn exchanged a look.

".... or Mercedes really does like you, but she probably likes that brick she's dating too and doesn't have a clue what to do - in which case you need to lay it all on the line for her. If she rebuffs you again, you have to know though, it's not worth the pain you're probably... no, you ARE, going through."

"Huh." Was the response he got out of Sam, who genuinely seemed to be considering his words.

"Look at you go Blaine... so... analytical." Kurt mused, eyes twinkling with something like mischievousness behind them. Was he actually turned on by that?

Well, Blaine would have to try his best to involve himself more from now on if that was the case.

Blaine grinned over to Kurt, and then the boys went about playing video games. Well, Blaine, Finn, and Sam played video games. Kurt read Vogue off to the side. Occasionally they talked about Glee gossip, such as Santana hiring the God Squad to serenade Brittany as a response to the complaint made against the girls smooching in public, but aside from that, the only words spoken were statements about how bad they were going to kick one another's asses in the game.

When the doorbell rang, none of them thought anything of it. With such a full household, there was always visitors, especially since Burt was now a public figure. Oftentimes his constituents came to the house to express their concerns over some bill or issue they had which he always listened to and made notes on.

Perfect dad AND politician it seemed.

So when Burt called for Kurt and Blaine after he answered the door, they just presumed it was a friend looking for them.

It was that hag social worker though. The one who had subtly threatened to have Blaine put back with his parents. Both boys reached for one another, locking hands and tensing up as they stared at the woman whom Burt was leading into the kitchen where they all stiffly sat.

"Well Blaine, as I mentioned before, I've been reviewing your file." She opened up with, looking to him and no one else.

He wished he could shoot laser beams from his eyes.

When he didn't respond, she just continued, "I spoke with my boss and given your history with your own family, and the fact that ultimately, you will be eighteen so soon and we can't really enforce any living situations at this point, she said that you should have the right to choose where you live."

He could tell she was just quoting what her boss said. This woman seemed so cold she probably would have loved to try to get Blaine back in that house he had come from - just to spite him.

But she had said it - he would be eighteen soon, and they couldn't really enforce a damned thing at his age.

He felt Kurt's hand loosen a little around him as the tension left him and he beamed towards Blaine.

"I want to stay here." Blaine stated simply, then cast a worried glance towards Burt, "If that's okay... I mean... it's pretty full here and -"

"You're family. Of course it's damn well okay." Burt cut in, effectively silencing Blaine and then making him smile.

"Very good. I will need some banking information from you Mr. Hummel, in order to transfer support payments to your account, and I will forward Blaine's information onto his family lawyers so his own accounts can be transferred as appropriate."

Blaine exhaled deeply, sitting back in his seat as Burt and the social worker finalized the economic aspect of him being here. He didn't pay attention though. It was like a world of stress had just vacated his body, leaving him with nothing but relief.

He was part of this home.

"God Kurt!" Blaine yelped as he came down the boy's throat, holding his hands against the bathroom door frame to stop himself from collapsing.

Kurt had come home again, all too happy with Blaine, and had dragged him to his bedroom, turned on the shower in his ensuite bathroom to block out any noise they might make, and immediately went down on Blaine without any real warning.

Blaine groaned, leaning against the door frame as Kurt licked the last of his orgasm off his now flaccid cock and pulled off with a small pop. He grinned smugly up at Blaine who used the reserves of his energy to pull Kurt up and kiss him, tasting that salty flavour he knew was from him mixed with Kurt's usual sweetness.

They stumbled back towards the bed and Blaine held onto Kurt, humming softly. Aside from having to be stuck at home, he had been having a great week. Lots of fucking, in one form or another, knowing he could stay here with Burt's blessing, and his lawyers had been by earlier to let him know about his various, well stocked, accounts and that he'd never have to worry about paying for college.

Assuming he even knew what he wanted to do after high school.

Regardless, it had been an excellent week. He couldn't wait for Friday when he was going to surprise Kurt.

"Was there bugs out there?" Kurt questioned after a measured silence.

Blaine rolled his eyes a little, such that Kurt couldn't see since he was resting his head on Blaine's chest and looking towards the end of the bed. Another question about his homelessness. If Blaine didn't know better, he would swear Kurt was researching for a theater role that included being homeless.

"Yes. Mosquitos mostly... but I kept my phone light on as much as I could because sometimes bugs would crawl up the walls when it was completely dark and then fall on me. Like.. beetles n' shit."

Kurt make a yuck sound.

"There were bedbugs in the first bed I had out there.. so I ended up with a whole bunch of bedbug bites... and the first couple nights there I kept waking up whenever I felt something crawl over me... but I got over that."

"How on earth do you get over something like that?" Kurt whispered.

Blaine chuckled, "Sleep becomes more important."

Kurt shuddered involuntarily. Blaine knew that not only did Kurt not like bugs, he went out of his way to ensure he never had to deal with them. Hidden behind Kurt' furniture was a variety of bug traps - most of which were untouched, but Kurt insisted on having that protection. In the summer he wouldn't even go outside unless he was thoroughly doused in citronella to ward off mosquitos and almost always carried a can of bug spray with him.

"Anyhow... here now and fine. Don't worry your pretty head off about it."

"Still... yuck."

Another roll of Blaine's eyes out of Kurt's sights and they settled comfortably against one another for awhile until Kurt shot up and into the bathroom, remembering finally to shut off the shower because at this point, it was probably more than suspicious it had been on so long. Not that Burt, Carole, and everyone didn't know what happened behind closed doors with the two of them - but they at least tried to be discreet about it so as not to make it an issue.

When he returned, Blaine opened his arms out and Kurt quickly returned to his hold. If there was a way he could keep Kurt affixed to him permanently, Blaine would do it. Nothing felt right unless Kurt was against him. Nothing felt safe like this did.

"Why didn't anyone find you out there?"

"I've never seen anyone out there... don't know."

Kurt sighed into his chest, warming his T-shirt. Apparently that answer didn't sate his curiosity. All these questions...

"Do you want me to show you it?"

Kurt lifted his head off Blaine's chest to look at him. Immediately Blaine's chest felt cold and his heart sped up. Did he really want to expose Kurt to that side of his life?

"Yes."

"Okay babe, when my eye is done being fucked up I'll take you."

Kurt smiled at that and leaned in to kiss Blaine. "I love you so much." He breathed against Blaine's lips as he pulled back.

"Mmm..." Blaine's heart slowed back down with the kiss. "I love you too. So FUCKING much."

Kurt erupted into giggles and fell back beside him as Blaine, again, wrapped his arms around his man.

He'll see just how much tomorrow.

"I can't believe I took you there... to do... that!" Sam exclaimed as he drove Blaine away from the appointment on Friday.

Blaine winced the tears out of his eyes. God his chest hurt... but it would be worth it. It would have to be. Kurt would see just how much he loved him.

"If he gets mad at you, you better make sure he knows I had nothing to do with this!"

Blaine chuckled a little, nodding towards Sam. "You will not be implicated."

"God... man... I wish I was as good with this romance stuff as you are. You do this... after sending him cards and candies and flowers all week...."

Blaine stilled when Sam told him that and looked over curiously, "I didn't send him anything...."

"I... uh.... uh-oh." Sam looked between the road and Blaine several times, clearly wondering if he was going to be in some kind of trouble now.

"Sam... Kurt got gifts all week?"

"I mean... yah. He thought they were from you though...."

Well that explained the daily sexual attacks.

".... Gorilla grams... this dude... or maybe it was a chick, I don't know, came in a gorilla costume every day and gave Kurt cards and gifts at lunch and left them in his locker too.... we all thought it was you...."

Blaine took in a deep breath. Don't get angry... don't get angry. Kurt thought it was you. He wasn't try to lead anyone else on on purpose.

But someone was making the moves on HIS man.

Unacceptable.

"Sam.... do you know anything else about this... secret admirer?"

Sam shook his head, then paused, and then softly said, "Oh... wait...."

"Yes?"

"Kurt said he was going to meet his admirer tonight... before the party, at Breadstix. We all just thought it was you though... but you're here... with me...."

"Fuck Sam!" Blaine spat. He flailed his arms up, "Fucking drive faster! I need to get there!"

"Dude... we'll get there in time for the party to start... there's no way you can get there any faster at this point."

Blaine groaned and clenched his fists on his lap. Fuck. This was terrible. What if someone was trying to force themselves on Kurt? Or what if Kurt realized that Blaine really wasn't that amazing and the guy... or maybe girl... who sent him all that shit was better? Blaine needed to get there...

But it wasn't going to happen any faster than it was now. So he took in a deep breath, and tried to calm himself.

Trust in Kurt.... trust him...

His heart couldn't have been beating faster. He was sure it would explode out of him before he got through the door. Please let Kurt be there. Please.

Sugar announced him and Blaine slid into the very pink, very fluorescent restaurant. He scanned the room with his good eye and saw Kurt there, beaming brightly at him.

He immediately relaxed.

Blaine snapped his heart eyepatch off, revealing his good-as-new eye and started singing Love Shack. He had heard Kurt singing it in the shower a couple mornings ago and knew this was the song to come in on.

And he wasn't surprised when Kurt joined in with his own microphone, though Blaine was still happen to pull him along by the tie.

When the song was done, Kurt launched himself at Blaine and laughed happily. "I'm so glad you're back with us!"

Blaine held his arms open, intending to catch Kurt as he saw him coming at him, but yelped softly and flinched when the boy threw himself against him. Kurt looked to him in concern, "Are you alright? Was I too hard....?"

Blaine shook his head and pulled his shirt down a little, revealing a bandage, "No. Just sensitive here..."

Perhaps he should have been a little more specific before he showed Kurt the bandage because Kurt started panicking, "Blaine! What happened? Who hurt you? Are you alright? Do we need to go? Are you -"

Blaine pressed two fingers against Kurt's mouth and shook his head, "No babe. It's not a wound. It's a tattoo."

Kurt's brows went up and his eyes flicked from Blaine's face to his chest.

"Come on...." Blaine took Kurt's hand and led him outside.

"Blaine... what on earth.... A tattoo? Really?"

"Just... just let me show you." Blaine said as they got to the side of the building where no one else was. "I got it for you."

Kurt folded his arms and arched his eyebrows as he looked at Blaine appraisingly, "Oh really? You got me a tattoo on your body? You had a needle grazing your skin and... why the hell would even do that?"

Blaine rolled his eyes and tossed his jacket to the ground before pulling his T-shirt over his head while Kurt ranted about the dangers of infection from needles like he had read about it in one of Ms. Pilsbury's pamphlets. He just needed to show him....

Kurt stopped talking when he saw how big the bandage really was. "Blaine!"

His left pectoral was completely covered, and ever so slowly, he peeled back the tape to reveal the tattoo under it. He still needed to get the color in, but in black ink was a large heart, Kurt written across it, and several music notes around the edges.

"Blaine...." Kurt's voice softened as he saw it, and then took a step forward, tentatively tracing the lines of the heart to make sure it was really there in front of him. Blaine's skin was red and sensitive, but he did his best not to shrink back from the touch.

"Wow...."

"Still mad at me?" Blaine joked, looking at Kurt who was still looking over the little details of the tattoo with wide eyes.

"I think you're an idiot for doing something like this to yourself... but..."

"But?"

"It's actually kind of hot." Kurt admitted, a blush creeping up his face as his eyes darted back up to Blaine's face.

Blaine beamed, leaning in to kiss his boyfriend slow and languidly. This was what he needed.

"Let's leave the party." Kurt whispered breathily as they pulled apart to breath. Nodding once, he gathered his shirt and jacket off the ground and followed Kurt quickly to his car where they started speeding towards the Hummel-Hudson house before Kurt started cursing, "My folks will be home from their insane reverse psychology dinner party with the Berry's by now."

Blaine's eyes scanned ahead on the road and then he quickly told Kurt to pull over a couple blocks ahead at a roadside motel.

"Blaine...?"

He turned to Kurt, "Look... I know about the cards, and gifts, and whatever from whomever the admirer was... and I know I'm not good at romance and a tattoo was the best thing I could think of to show you how much I love you... but if I have to just go home and simply cuddle with you right now because your parents are home... I think I'm going to explode."

Kurt chuckled and pulled into the lot, letting Blaine run into the office to buy a room. It wasn't that bad... it looked clean at least, if not a little old.

Kurt had already parked the car when Blaine finished up and before he could pull away, Blaine scooped Kurt into his arms and rushed towards their room, awkwardly fumbling with the key while holding Kurt who was already nibbling along his neck and whispering into his ear.

Once he got it open though, he tossed Kurt onto the bed and hastily locked the door and latches behind him, kicking off his shoes and pulling off his pants. He had to take his shirt off again, having put it back on in the car to not draw attention to himself in the office - but in a matter of seconds, he was stripped to his boxers, watching Kurt slowly, teasingly pull his own clothes off piece by piece as he kept his eyes locked on Blaine.

"God... fuck...." Blaine couldn't wait any longer, hopping onto the bed and crawling over Kurt, who laughed so sweetly against Blaine's face as he peppered him with kisses. "You're such a cocktease babe."

"Mmm... don't tell me you're in a rush?" Kurt whispered, nibbling on his ear.

Blaine groaned. That always made him so complacent. Kurt knew all his weak points and just how to get him going. Not that he needed a lot of encouragement. He pressed his crotch down against Kurt's thigh and rutted his bound erection against his leg, "I'm not... but "he" is."

Another laugh and Kurt pulled his head back, resting his head on the pillow and looking up at Blaine with dark, lust blown eyes. He was offering himself to Blaine, laid back on the bed, still in socks, boxers, and an undershirt, but he was giving what he was to him.

Blaine could have come from the sight alone.

"Come on Blaine... I need you, I want you." Kurt said in his deep, needy bedroom voice that Blaine was sure only he had ever heard.

He needed them both naked now.

Blaine pulled at the undershirt until Kurt arched his back up so Blaine could pull it off and throw it to the ground. Next he pulled off the boxers, releasing Kurt's cock which sprang out of the restraint with a bob. His own boxers were pulled off then, joining the pile at the side of the bed. Fuck the socks. They weren't in his way.

Kurt had taken care of him so much this week when he had thought Blaine was the one sending him romantic gifts, that Blaine's instinct was to return the favour. He brought his head down and locked his lips around Kurt's perfect cock, already shining with precum. Blaine brought his hand around the base of Kurt's cock as he urgently stroked him while rolling his tongue and lips over the top half of Kurt's cock.

The sounds Kurt was making were absolutely orgasmic on their own. Blaine continued to rut himself against Kurt's calf until he managed to grunt out, "Blaine... I'm... you'll make me come...."

Blaine popped off him and licked his lips, looking at Kurt hungrily, "Isn't that the plan?"

Kurt heaved a few deep breaths and smiles weakly at Blaine, "No. I want you in me."

Oh. Fuck.

"I... no lube... uh..." Blaine started looking around the room in panic and desparation. If there was one thing he should have planned on, it was bringing lube and he had been so caught up in presenting himself to Kurt he had forgotten.

"Don't care. Fuck me Blaine." Kurt moaned, lifting his arms up above his head and arching his back up to present his ass to Blaine.

He had clearly done something right in this life or another to deserve this... because this, this was heaven.

He scanned over Kurt's body one more time and then dropped his head down, moving his hands to each of Kurt's firm asscheeks and pulling them apart. His tongue ran up against the puckered little hole he knew was waiting for him, and at the head of the bed he heard Kurt moan. It didn't take much more convincing for Blaine to keep going on, trying to prep Kurt as much as he could with his own saliva, and then a testing finger of his slipping in to see if Kurt could take it.

God he was even tighter than normal.

"Please Blaine... just you..."

His cock twitched, and Blaine pulled himself up, very carefully aligning his cock with Kurt's ass and then, more slowly than he ever had before, pushing into the tight, mostly dry, heat of Kurt's ass. Below him, Kurt moaned, his hands grabbing at the headboard and digging his fingers in against the wood. It was everything Blaine could do to hold back from just slamming himself straight in - but he didn't want to tear Kurt open, and knew his own cock would provide a little bit of slickness from his own precum if he went slowly enough.

Below him, Kurt's eyes were rimmed with tears, and locked onto the tattoo, which he had exposed again. When Blaine had fully buried himself into Kurt, he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Kurt's head and held himself there to let Kurt's ass get used to the stretch. One of Kurt's hands came down and he could feel it on his chest, tracing the lines of the tattoo before Kurt finally murmured, "You're not fucking me Blaine..." with an expectant undertone.

So he pulled back slowly and before he could slide back forward, Kurt's ass followed him, shoving itself down on his cock again. A broken cry came from Kurt's lips, which he muffled by locking them with Blaine's. God... this boy... this man.

Blaine took the hint and quickened his pace until he was going so hard and fast that his balls were slapping against the back of Kurt's ass cheeks and Kurt was crying out in pure ecstasy as he came between their stomachs and chests without so much as a touch to his cock. Blaine shoved himself in one more time, bottomed out, and locked himself in place as he came inside of Kurt.

Blowjobs and handjobs were great, but there was no replacement for penetration, at least not in Blaine's mind. Living with the Hummel-Hudson's had made the opportunity for it limited, and Blaine wasn't going to complain about it, but he was definitely glad he had the money to get a hotel now and then.

Below him, Kurt was completely undone. Sweat coated his face, his hair was a mess, and he looked like he was either passed out or about to pass out. As Blaine slowly withdrew himself, Kurt hissed softly. He knew how much Kurt didn't like this part of sex - the mess and soreness afterwards, especially when his used ass was exposed to the air and the burn it caused. Blaine tried to make it easier though by always being the one to get a washcloth or wipes to clean up and tuck Kurt under the covers.

And he was glad this wasn't a cheap, pay by the hour place, because it looked like Kurt was done for the night and ready to sleep. When Blaine crawled back into the bed, he wrapped himself up behind Kurt, spooning him against him.

"So you like the tattoo?"

"I fucking love the tattoo." Was the groggy response he got, causing him to laugh and press a kiss to the back of Kurt's shoulder.

"Good."