All Blaine could think of during the ride to Chicago was thank goodness they weren't taking a plane. Sure his body ached, especially since the bus was a school bus and had the bare minimum of cushioning in the seats. There wasn't enough space between one seat and the next so leg space was a nonexistent concept. The yellow brute was also noisy as hell and to compensate, the New Directions members were having to yell their conversations - mostly overtop of where Blaine was sitting, because, hey, why on earth would they have the presence of mind to just sit beside one another if they wanted to talk with each other anyhow?

Each hour, they stopped for a piss and snack break, and while Blaine might have otherwise enjoyed those, it just created a scene each and every time. He slowly pulled himself up, wincing at the pops and cracks his body made. Then Kurt would jump across the aisle to help him, causing some of the girls, Sugar in particular, to coo at them as if they were kittens instead of men. When everyone else was off the bus, Blaine would finally feel alright to leave, with Kurt at his back, helping him down the too steep steps of the bus.

Then when they were done their break, it was the same, just in reverse as Blaine tried to reposition himself back on the bus in a way he could most comfortably stay for the next hour of the trip.

When they finally got to the hotel, Mr. Butthead didn't question it when Blaine got himself his own room this time. He paid for it out of his own money anyhow. In fact, despite that there was four chaperones, none of them even flinched when Kurt accompanied Blaine to said room.

They had to be breaking some rules, but maybe the adults just thought nothing of it since Blaine currently had all the agility of an old man, and since he was part of the Hummel-Hudson house now.

And certainly the rest of the club didn't mind since it meant more space in their rooms for them.

"Ooo... I should have asked my daddy if I could get my own room." Sugar whined - the only mention of the special situation that Kurt and Blaine had in this hotel.

On one hand, Blaine felt bad about Kurt doing all the heavy lifting with the luggage - even though most of that luggage was Kurt's to begin with. They were only here for three days and Kurt had packed four suitcases while all Blaine had was a duffle bag. However, Blaine had traditionally helped Kurt with carrying bags, and now Kurt was dragging the bags, including Blaine's which was strapped over his shoulder after he loudly declared that Blaine would not be carrying anything because they needed him to not break onstage, so Blaine had to watch helplessly as Kurt struggled with their bags to their room.

If this had been a nicer hotel, there would have been someone he could have paid to help with the luggage - but it wasn't. It was what public schooling could afford.

It DID however, give Blaine an unprecedented view of Kurt's biceps as he held up the luggage with his hands as best as he could. Kurt so rarely showed off those beauties. Most of the world thought Kurt was soft under his layers, but in the past couple years, he had hardened. Sure he didn't work out with Blaine and the other boys in the weight room, but he took care of himself. He wasn't weak by any means.

When they did make it to the room, the best one a budget hotel could offer, Kurt unceremoniously dropped all the luggage and flopped onto the king sized bed - not even taking into account any aspects of the room. Not that there was anything to admire in it. Apparently buying the best room in a cheap hotel ensured you had doilies under the old lamps and hideous flower drapes. The jacuzzi tub looked like it might fall apart under his touch, and the carpet was a berber blend of different colours - sure to hide any stains.

"We're due in the boys room in fifteen minutes for a meeting and practice..." Blaine uttered, sitting on the edge of the bed carefully - which didn't give at all. Apparently he'd be sleeping on concrete with a sheet while he was here too.

Kurt groaned softly, the sound muted by the mattress his face was hidden in. After a moment he pushed himself up on his elbows and looked over at Blaine, "Is it weird that this time around I'm the one who's desperately horny and not wanting to practice and you're the one reminding me that we need to?"

Blaine's eyes snapped all the way open as he looked at Kurt. How could he have missed the darkened eyes and intense focused directed at him? Beneath the zipper of his pants, under the cotton of his boxer briefs, his cock tried to shoot up, blocked by the fabric barrier. A groan fell from his lips as kept his eyes locked on Kurt who was now crawling up the bed towards him. "Fifteen minutes...." he mouthed heatedly.

"... is lots of time." Kurt finished off, pressing his hand delicately to Blaine's chest as he directed him to lay back. Blaine was obedient when it came to Kurt's sexual needs. Ninety-nine times out of a hundred, Blaine was the one initiating sex, so when it came to Kurt initiating, Blaine was willing to do whatever Kurt wanted him to.

Kurt straddled his body over Blaine's, undressing himself quickly and keeping his eyes locked on Blaine's the whole time he did so. Blaine let his breath get stuck in his throat as he watched. No matter how many times he saw Kurt naked, each time was an unadulterated pleasure for him. He never got tired of letting his eyes skim over the porcelain skin, tightly wrapped around the lithe, muscular frame of his boyfriend. Kurt's body just screamed erotic, like he was made for being naked. If he wasn't so shy in front of everyone else except Blaine, he could easily be the next porn superstar.

But he wasn't, he was Blaine's. He was all for Blaine and no one else. At some point, Kurt had also realized just what he did for Blaine, and used it now. He knew that Blaine found him absolutely irresistible and sexy, and had begun using it to tease Blaine, and as a way to make sex just that much more amazing.

Now he was stripping himself down in a way that would put most exotic dancers to shame. Slowly unzipping his pants while he kept his eyes locked on Blaine, licking over his lips hungrily. Blaine was going to be his meal. Blaine would satisfy his thirst.

"Oh god Kurt...."

That made Kurt grin and he stood himself up on the bed, still straddled overtop of Blaine who remained laying back and watching. He slipping his jeans down and his boxer briefs along with it, leaving him completely naked above Blaine. A whine left Blaine's mouth and he salivated at the view. From here he could see now only the beautiful expanse of Kurt's chest and abs, but his cock, still bobbing in the air from its release, his balls, perfectly shaven, and even the bottom of the ass, so perfect.

"Maybe we should just go to practice..." Kurt hummed thoughtfully as he placed a hand to his chin, clearly teasing as he swayed his hips and let his cock dance above Blaine. Tease or not though, it sent Blaine into a small panic and again a whine passed through his lips, more urgent this time though.

"Don't you fucking dare leave me like this Kurt."

Kurt laughed and dropped back down to his knees. Now he helped Blaine undress, so carefully. Even though all the cuts had healed up, his bones were still mending, and he knew Kurt didn't want to upset the progress he had made even though Blaine personally wished he could just tear off his own clothes and have his naked body pressed against Kurt's.

As he was undressed, Kurt laid kisses over him, frustrating him even more. He was desperate for Kurt - around him or in him, it didn't matter. He hadn't realized how long it had been since they had been intimate. Was it prom? Whenever it was, it was too damned long ago. No wonder Kurt was so eager - Blaine had left him longing for awhile now.

He wasn't sure if they would be late because they were spending so much time getting undressed, or if they would be on time because it wasn't going to take much for Blaine to come.

Once his shirt was slipped out from under him, Kurt unzipped Blaine's pants and slipped his fingers under the waistband, pulling them back and down and finally, FINALLY, off Blaine. Like Kurt, Blaine's underwear had been pulled off along with his pants, letting his erection dance with its freedom. A freedom which was short lived as Kurt's lips rolled down over it, without any kind of suggestion or warning.

"Oh fuck!" Blaine cried. His eyes winced shut, and he tensed up completely as Kurt began effortlessly bobbing his head up and down over Blaine's all too eager shaft. Lost in a haze of absolute pleasure, Blaine's head tipped back and he let out a series of appreciative moans that drowned out the sound of a cap being opened.

What Blaine didn't miss though was the way Kurt shuddered around his cock suddenly and moaned himself as he took in Blaine's erection once again. Blaine's eyes snapped back open and he looked down, whining softly at the sight. Kurt's mouth was tightly enclosed around his cock while his fingers were prepping himself, in and out behind him. His arm was stretched back so he could do it, but Blaine could see that Kurt already had two fingers in himself. Good god it was a miracle he wasn't coming from the sight. He held back. He didn't know how long they had left, but he wanted this to last.

Kurt's tongue rolled up Blaine's frenulum as he pulled off Blaine's erection, making Blaine whimper at the loss of constant contact. Eyes now locked on one another, Kurt crawled himself up Blaine's body, and like prom night, lined himself up and over Blaine's erection, using one hand to hold Blaine's cock still so he could press his body down on Blaine.

The hot, tight heat encased Blaine slowly, and it was clear Kurt could have used a little more prepping by just how tight he was around Blaine, but somehow Blaine imagined that Kurt was as eager as he was to get that blissful release of an orgasm. That or Kurt was playing out to Blaine's love of rougher sex.

The slow slide down was agonizing. Kurt had his hands pressed onto each of Blaine's hips, stopping him from just jerking himself up and into Kurt completely. His whole body quaked with the need to be in Kurt then, completely in him. As he lowered himself, Kurt hissed softly as he was stretched. Blaine wasn't quite as big as Kurt, but he wasn't hurting for size either, especially when the other boys had questioned how big Kurt had to be when it was Blaine calling him big.

And then, they were completely joined. Kurt panted softly above him, holding himself in place above the bottomed out Blaine as he grew accustomed to the stretch in him. Blaine moaned and tried a few times to thrust his hips back and up, but Kurt's hold was too strong on him.

"Patience baby." Kurt murmured.

Patience was something Blaine had always lacked.

Thankfully though, Kurt began moving himself up again, and also let his hands leave Blaine's hips allowing Blaine to help with the work as he bucked himself up into Kurt who just balanced himself above Blaine and alternated between yelping and mewling each time his prostate was hit.

Blaine knew he wasn't going to last at all, so he placed one hand on Kurt's hips to steady himself as he continued to pound into Kurt while the other wrapped itself around Kurt's erection and stroked him up and down with increasing speed.

And then, Kurt tightened up and stilled completely above him, crying out his name as he shot hot, sticky cum over Blaine's chest. His orgasm meant that Blaine could finally let go, and as soon as he allowed himself to, he was also coming, pounding himself up into Kurt one last time and burying himself in there as his cries joined Kurt's and he filled Kurt up with his seed.

As soon as their cries died down and Kurt was slumped against Blaine who was still riding out his own aftershocks with the odd twitch and moan, a knock on the door told them they were out of time.

"Stop getting your wank on and get to practice boys!" called Santana outside the door, and both boys started groaning and then just chuckled at the ridiculousness of it all.

"One day I'm going to be able to fuck you without worrying about being interrupted or without having to keep quiet." Blaine promised as Kurt pulled himself off Blaine with a hiss from both of them.

Leaning forward then to kiss Blaine's sweaty brow, Kurt uttered "Holding you to that." before climbing off the bed and shuffling to get a towel to wipe themselves off with.

Suddenly, Blaine's body didn't feel nearly as ache ridden as it had been.

Between twenty four hours of practice, making up for lost sex time, and the occasional fight between glee club members due to the high stress and high passion - Blaine felt confident about winning. They all did. So much so that the night before nationals, when all the chaperones had gone to bed, New Directions stayed up and just talked.

"Remember when Puck when to Juvie for swiping an ATM?"

"Remember when Tina and Artie were a thing?"

"Remember when Kurt pretended to like Rachel so he could avoid having to go out with Mercedes?"

"Remember when everyone was using Beiste as a cooldown method?"

That's how most of the night went. Memories being tossed around with lots of laughter accompanying it. Blaine had his hand wrapped around Kurt's waist for most of it as they sat against the headboard in the girls room while Kurt had his head rested on Blaine's shoulder.

For most of them, this was it. Their senior year was coming to a close, and memories were what would tie them together afterwards. Things that were horrid at the time, or appalling, were now joked about. Looking around the room, he saw enemies that had become friends, and friends that had become more than that. For the most part, he didn't say much, though he laughed when he did recall a funny memory along with the group.

The only one missing was Mercedes. She was sick with food poisoning which meant Tina and Quinn had to step in to help the Troubletones with their number. Periodically someone would lament her not being there, as Coach Sylvester was keeping her in her room to try and flush the sickness out.

"We should... we should take over the show circle tomorrow." Finn stated at one point, making everyone look his way in confusion.

"Why?" Kurt questioned, bringing a voice to everyone's looks of confusion.

"Because... you know how Mr. Schu said once that a teacher's job is done when the kids don't need him? Well we should show him he's done a good job by doing the show circle."

Quiet murmurs of agreement flooded the room. Blaine's own snort of disapproval was silenced by a jab to his side from Kurt's elbow, and he remained quiet after that while the club members talked about their teacher in a way Blaine didn't understand. He wondered if they'd had the same glee club teacher. Most of them were noting how Mr. Schuester had done one thing or the other which had inspired them. Some talked about how he had brought them together and always gave them the direction they needed. Kurt stayed silent throughout the conversation, periodically glancing up at Blaine as if to let him know that he understood what Blaine was thinking, but that it was futile to argue it in this crowd.

So Blaine remained cuddled against Kurt, and eventually they excused themselves with the excuse of needing to get Blaine his medicine and get to bed.

Of course, it wasn't a complete lie, a bed was involved in what they were leaving to do.

"What do you mean you and Finn made bets with Rick Nelson?!" Kurt stammered beside him as they prepared to go on stage.

Blaine was looking in the mirror, putting on a light layer of gel so it looked more like he had just gelled back his hair instead of the truth - that he had a hideous looking buzzcut living on top of his head. "Rick has too much money and Finn and I decided to help him part with some of it."

"But... what if we don't win?" Kurt murmured, wide eyed. He must have been actually worried because he wasn't even trying to take over Blaine's haircare.

"Well, for starters... we will. And even if we don't, it's not like I don't have the money."

"But Finn and Rachel don't! $500 is all they have!"

Blaine snorted and spun his chair around to face Kurt, pressing a kiss to his worry creased face. "You're so fucking adorable when you panic."

Kurt's jaw fell as he gave Blaine an unmistakable 'You are fucking unbelievable' look, but it was all for nothing as the lights flashed above them, signalling that they needed to get to their green room.

"Come on sweetcheeks. Let's go to our circle jerk and then go win."

Kurt snorted out a giggle beside him and they followed their teammates into the small room where Finn led the group in telling Mr. Butthead that they wanted to win Nationals for him. Well, thought Blaine, maybe you guys do, but I want to win it because I want winning-Nationals sex from my fiance.

Then Mercedes swooped in, temporarily cured of her sickness courtesy of Coach Sylvester and insisted that Quinn and Tina stay in the Troubletones since it was going to be the last time they'd be on stage together.

The lights flashed one final time and they finished their show circle, walked quietly to the stage from there, and prepared for the last time.

This was it.

They did it.

Cheers, and hugs, and handshakes, and smiles, and jumping, and all around giddiness. They won. They were National champions.

The bus ride home afterwards was surreal. Periodically they all just went quiet at the same time, as if they were all checking to ensure they weren't actually dreaming. Kurt and Blaine had squished into one seat for the trip back, cuddling as much as they could and whispering sweet things to one another. This was bliss. This was what they had worked so hard for.

As always, the still small voice inside of Blaine told him that it couldn't last. Something would go wrong. Something would make this all seem pointless.

He told his still, small voice to shut the fuck up. He wanted to enjoy something completely and utterly for once. Consequences be damned.

"You were amazing by the way." Kurt murmured at one point. His eyes were shut, his body leaned up against Blaine's while Blaine had his arms wrapped around him, holding him as tightly as he could.

"You were." Blaine retorted. Really, he always just felt like a prop on stage. An extra person to make sure they had the numbers required, even when he had solos and parts besides swaying and humming in the background. He never joined up because he wanted the fame, he joined up because he wanted Kurt - and he had him now, and he was so utterly happy in this moment.

"No... you would never have been able to tell your body was all broken like it was... you moved beautifully, your voice was gorgeous... god I love you."

Blaine smiled, even though Kurt's lashes were fanned out over his cheeks and he wouldn't have seen it. Blaine's smile was just for himself. "I love you too."

"How much did you bet by the way?" Kurt asked then.

"Do you really want to know?"

"That much huh?"

"Yes sweetcheeks. That much."

"Don't tell my dad you and Finn were betting like that. You'd be in for a long lecture."

"So noted."

When they got back to Lima it was late, and Burt was waiting at the darkened school with the car to take all the boys home. They had a late celebratory supper and all went right to bed when they got home.

Well, Kurt did his moisturizing routine first. It took an insane amount of exhaustion for Kurt to forgo that.

As a club, they decided to come to school together on Monday. They weren't sure how they'd be received or if the hockey team would be there, ready to physically enforce the fact that they wouldn't be making good on the bets.

Quietly they gathered, looking at one another with a blend of joy and fear. Even the teachers looked nervous. Deep breaths were taken outside of the school, and Blaine patted Kurt on the back gently. They could do this.

They stepped in together, first noting the banners placed at the entrance giving them congratulations on winning. It couldn't be that easy could it? Stoney stares from the other students met their own curious glanced, and then they paused when they saw the hockey team approaching with slushie cups.

Oh they wouldn't dare do that would they? Blaine tensed and slowly moved himself in front of Kurt just as the toss was being made.

Confetti.

It was fucking confetti.

Blaine laughed and looked up at the floating bits of paper dancing around him and then looked over at Kurt who looked completely bewildered at the bits landing in his open palms.

Then there were cheers from the students all around them. Kurt was even given a hug from one of the hockey guys and Santana and Brittany openly kissed in the hall to the whoops of onlookers. Only Rick looked pissed off.

Well and he had better with the amount he would have had to dish out to Finn and Blaine later. Blaine and his one-day-brother-in-law grinned to each other knowingly when they caught sight of Rick, leaning against the wall and looking genuinely upset.

They continued their walk of glory down the hall and to the choir room, where the giant trophy was passed up and placed into the display case where they could all admire it. Then, non-alcoholic champagne was shared and a bubbly induced play fight occurred, which got most of them soaking wet and sticky - and not in the way that Blaine preferred by any stretch of the imagination. He had spent most of that event hiding Kurt from the streams of liquid lest Kurt's outfit be ruined.

"I'm going to miss this." Kurt mumbled, when the playing had died down and everyone was having their own little private conversations as they drank what little of the champagne had made it into the plastic glasses.

Blaine nodded slowly, looking around the room. A part of him would miss it too. For being some of the worst years of his life, they had also been some of the best. It just depended on where he was looking at the time.

Ten minutes baby. - K

Blaine glanced at the text on the phone sitting in the passenger seat of the car he was driving. He was on his way to the school for the last staff meeting of the year where New Directions would be performing. Apparently Mr. Butthead had won teacher of the year and, clearly, it made sense for them to present the award to him. While the rest of the club did their last minute practices and preparations though, Blaine had an appointment that couldn't be missed.

"You realize how odd this all is right Mr. Anderson?" one of the lawyers had asked him as he went through all the piles of papers and signed off wherever there was a sticky note telling him to sign.

Blaine shrugged up his shoulders, "I don't exactly live a non-odd life."

"And... he knows?"

Blaine shook his head. "It's my choice ultimately. I've told his dad though, who, after much talking, finally accepted."

"You don't want to leave any of it to... your brother... or...?"

"Or who? I have no one else. It's my goddamn will and my goddamn money. I'm leaving it to him if anything happens to me."

The lawyers, the three of them, all huffed and sat back in their all too expensive chairs, watching as Blaine continued to sign off on Kurt being his next of kin, as well as signing off on the fund he was establishing for Kurt. The one that would pay for his college and anything else he needed. Blaine knew Kurt would never willingly accept his money to pay for the things he would need in the next few years, so Blaine was committing one last devious act.

A scholarship, a one-time made up scholarship, that Kurt would be notified about in a few months. Kurt, of course, would be the winner of this scholarship. No doubt that Kurt would know who was behind it, but Blaine had put some painstaking effort into ensuring that Kurt couldn't redirect the money back to Blaine or any charity he deemed worthy at the time. Kurt was the only recipient and the funds were earmarked for tuition, books, and other college needs.

On top of that, he was going through the difficult process of getting Kurt onto his own health benefits so Kurt would never have to worry about paying for anything he needed - be it a prescription or an ambulance. Blaine wanted to ensure Kurt never had to worry about picking between groceries and getting better if he was sick.

Now driving, his hand was cramping from all the signatures he had written out. Being a responsible adult required a lot of paperwork apparently. Taking care of the man he loved even more so it seemed since his lawyers had to work around the fact that they were in a same-sex relationship - which Ohio wasn't even close to recognizing. Even if they got married in New York, the money was still based out of Ohio, so it needed to be properly set up for Kurt to use.

He got there with a minute to spare, and running backstage, he could hear they were still a ways away from getting the show going as Figgins was droning on and on about something. Kurt smiled when he saw him, eyes smiling as well when he reached out for Blaine and Blaine swiftly met him with his own hands, giving the boy he loved a little squeeze.

"How was your lawyer meeting?"

Kurt knew where he was going, but didn't question why. The fact that Blaine had his own entourage of lawyers working for him simply because he had one hell of a great grandfather had long since become normal for Kurt, and Kurt was also just not impressed by money - all the more reason why Blaine felt inclined to take care of him.

"Boring babe... but I got things done."

"For New York?"

Blaine nodded and knelt down to retie a lace on one of his shoes that had come undone at some point. He felt Kurt's hands on his shoulders, rubbing them gently. Blaine moaned and tipped his head backwards against Kurt's chest. "Fuck I love you."

Pink lips pressed against his own red ones and, ignoring the coos of Sugar once again, they kissed for a moment before they heard the warning voice of Figgins in front of the curtain talk about teacher of the year.

"Ready?" Kurt whispered as he pulled away.

"Sweetcheeks, I've always been ready."