“Music?  Really?”  Kurt asked as he reached over to brush one of Blaine's wild curls away from his eyes, even though the offending piece of hair would bounce back to its original spot as soon as he pulled his hand away.

Blaine nodded.  They had been talking about his plans for the future.  With all the programs available on campus, music was the only thing that had resonated with him.  “I don't want to do anything like what my parents do.  I didn't like it then and I definitely don't like it now.  I was actually really good in all my music classes back in school.  I wish I could have played for you…”

Kurt smiled, shutting his eyes and imagining a younger Blaine trying to sit still at a piano or with a guitar serenading him.  It was definitely an image he had to force.  “I think it's perfect.  Although you know as a couple the only way we could scream any gayer is if one of us was a hairstylist.”

Sweet laughter arose beside him and Kurt's chin was cupped and turned towards Blaine's lips where they hit against one another long enough for the phone to interrupt them.

“Hello?”  Kurt answered, grinning stupidly towards Blaine who was reflecting the same back.  “Yeah.  Just a minute.”

He held the phone to Blaine and mouthed the word ‘Doctor', inviting Blaine to greedily snatch up the phone and talk for a couple minutes with wide, eager eyes before shutting it off and letting a broad smile come over his face as he turned to Kurt.

“Well?!”

“Clean.”

It was inconclusive which one of them jumped the other first, but it was definitely a synchronous effort that had each of them vying for the top position as they rolled and rerolled one another over on the bed.  There was kissing until Kurt's cheeks and chin were all tingly from the rub of stubble against them and there is no difference between his saliva and Blaine's because it's beyond mixed from the frantic way their tongues have been exploring the mouth of one another.

Ultimately it was Blaine who ended up on top of Kurt, and Kurt had let him, wanting to make sure Blaine was sure about what was going on and him being just that little bit submissive to Blaine's desires seemed to be the way to go about that.

The lower half of their bodies aren't quite so united as legs work to kick off boxers and hips squirm while overexcited cocks are just trying to rut around for friction.  Kurt is glad they only have to worry about their boxers thanks to the fact the old building isn't air conditioned and the only way to stay cool in it in the summer is to be as undressed as possible.  He doesn't think he could manage to fully undress himself, let alone Blaine, when his brain has gone numb to supply blood for other regions of his body.

“Do you want to…. to me…?”  Blaine sputters as they rock together, cocks catching on one another and only fueling Kurt's need for more.

“No… you….” Kurt whimpers in response.  He doesn't know what he's doing, and he doesn't want to have Blaine the same way others have had him.  At least not until he's given himself to Blaine.

“Oh….”  Blaine says, sucking up a sharp breath as he does.  “Okay.”

Kurt worries he's asked something of Blaine that Blaine isn't comfortable providing but his brain goes numb again as Blaine's soft padded fingers reach down between the curves of Kurt's ass and brush over his tightly clenched pucker, making it wink while the rest of his body shudders with the contact.  Then their lips reconnect and as they continue the needy kisses, Blaine's fingers rub back and forth and around Kurt's hole until the sensation is less foreign and scary, and more hot and welcome.

One of them manages to grab the little bottle of lube that Kurt had bought just last week from the dresser beside the bed and it's Blaine that uncaps it and lets it drizzle down Kurt's crack in shockingly cool trails that Blaine's fingers are quick to sweep up and press towards his hole.  There's the intrusion of the first finger that makes Kurt groan into Blaine's mouth, and it works itself up and down inside of Kurt so urgently that Kurt isn't surprised when a second finger is pushed into his tight ring of muscle.  He grits his molars together as Blaine scissors him out and stretches him from within.  Everything he's read has said this is going to be amazing once he gets past this hump, and damned if he doesn't want to get past the hump.

Three fingers, and Kurt is panting more than kissing when Blaine digs his free hand into the dresser to pull out a condom and fumbles with his one hand and his mouth to open it.  Kurt would help, but he's whining and writhing below Blaine on account of the ministrations of fingers inside him.  At times it's burning and sore and pain, but then there's rushes of pleasure and the need for more.  Slowly it becomes more the latter than the former and Kurt is awash in euphoria when Blaine pulls his fingers out and wraps his dick up in the condom.

Fingers don't compare to the steady, blunt force of a cock - no matter how much prep you have Kurt decides.  Blaine is careful though, his impaling of Kurt a slow and careful matter until he's bottomed out inside and both of them breath heavily, eyes caught on one another wide and disparate.

“Please.”  

Blaine figures out the whole meaning behind Kurt's one word and he's thrusting himself in and out into Kurt, until Kurt is arching up and crying out Blaine's name as his arms flail and hit the wall, bed, window - everything in an attempt to deal with the spasms of pleasure he's experiencing for the first time.

“Shh… Kurt… neighbours…”  Blaine tries, only to have a hand smacked up against his mouth as Kurt glowers up at him.

“To hell with them.”

Kurt's lost in an orgasm not a minute later as Blaine seems to realize the best way to get Kurt quiet is just to work faster, harder.  There's a messy series of streaks up Kurt's chest under his chin and it's just a breath later when Blaine is keening lowly and holding himself in place inside of Kurt.

He's too exhausted and lost in his haze of bliss to process Blaine dealing with the condom and cleaning him off, but Kurt does recognize when Blaine is laying back down beside him and wrapping his arms around him - an action Kurt mirrors.

“S'okay?”

Blaine chuckles and a kiss is pressed to the top of Kurt's sweat-soaked head, “Yeah.  Amazing.”

“S'good.”

For the first time since Blaine has come back into his life, Kurt is the one to fall asleep easily, huddled against Blaine's chest and all that fur of his.  He's not ever giving this up.

A few hours later and, aside from the slight soreness inside of Kurt which he was marvelling in rather than complaining about, he's back to work with an extra sense of purpose.  

Blaine was a perfect statue whenever Kurt needed to make finishing touches and stitching on the outfits he made for him - never moving, holding his arms out for as long as Kurt might need, and only ever tensing when Kurt got close to his crotch.

“God you look dapper in this.  Perfect for meeting my dad.” Kurt mused before sticking a pin between his teeth as he pulled some fabric in place with his fingers before repinning it.

Blaine chuckled, “Dapper hey? I mean… wait.  Meeting your dad?”  

So much for Blaine only being tense when Kurt got close to his balls.  

“Yeah…”  Kurt stood up and reached for his already threaded needle, squatting back down to restitch the hem of the pants.  “... next week.  We're going to visit him.”

“We?”  Blaine squeaked as he looked down to Kurt.

“Yes.  We.”

“Oh….”

“Got some problem with that Blaine?” Kurt peered up, still stitching.  He could sew blind if necessary at this point.

Blaine shook his head first but it quickly became a nod as the thoughts seemed to form in his head.  “Well.. how is your dad going to be okay with me?  I mean… after what I did and I have nothing and I'm basically mooching off his son…”

“He knows Blaine.  I talked to him the other night…”  Kurt dropped his gaze back down as he broke the string and tied it up.

“He… does?  Everything?”

Kurt just nodded.

“Oh…”

Half a breath then,

“And he's okay with it?”

Kurt nodded again, smirking to himself.  It was pretty adorable, if he did say so himself, that Blaine was worried about meeting his dad - regardless of the reasoning behind it.

“Okay then… so I'm meeting your dad.”

They talk more - about Blaine's tentative enrollment in Kent's music education program (They only take so many applicants with Indentured High School Diploma's) and their future.  It's amazing to Kurt how easily they fall into place in this relationship of theirs.  There's no need for lengthy discussions or testing the waters - they are exactly what they were meant to be - each other's.  

The only thing not spoken about, ever, is Blaine's family.  Kurt knows that he's both sad and mad about it all, and no amount of telling Blaine that it'll be okay seems to make up for the fact that his parents have all but disowned him, especially given what he's given up for them.

Santana has, on occasion, suggested that “she knows people” and Kurt can't help but feel like he should take advantage of that information now.  He's never wished death on anyone before, but can't help but feel like Blaine would be better off if they didn't exist at all rather than exist and reject him.  

He also still doesn't know what to do about the information Blaine's given him on the Smythe home.  Research done while Blaine has been napping has shown that they were within their rights as bosses with sex servants, but Kurt still thinks there should be something that makes what they did illegal.

Dents are second class citizens though.  Worse actually… they're not citizens at all, much less people, according to the laws.  He remembers it, though vaguely at this point.  Kurt has a hard time thinking about giving up freedom down.  It won't happen.  He won't let it.  He and Blaine, they'll be free and make sure everyone they love is as well.