Blaine sleepily fumbled his hand around, searching for Kurt and coming up empty.  He opened an eye then and looked around the bed, finding it absent of his boyfriend.  Then he remembered, K.J. had been crying and Kurt had left him to go soothe the child, as he had every night for the past month.  That kid was pleasant enough during the day but a terror at night, crying and sobbing, often waking up multiple times, and each time Kurt would gently let Blaine know he was going to K.J.'s room where Blaine would often find Kurt dozing in the rocking chair of in the morning, K.J. clutched against his chest and sleeping along with him.

The kid was a serious cockblock.

A year ago, Blaine wouldn't have cared.  Hell, a few months ago he wouldn't have.  But now he knew how great sex was and Kurt was too preoccupied with K.J. to have any.  

Blaine was sure aliens had snatched up his boyfriend and replaced him.  This wasn't the Kurt Blaine knew at all.  He had, cold turkey, cut out the smoking, pulled out his piercings, barely ever swore anymore, and bit his tongue whenever he seemed to be about to say something nasty about someone or something.  All of the sass and snark had disappeared and been replaced by some doting daddy stereotype.

And, oh yeah, Blaine was well aware he was jealous of the kid.  This kid, who without saying anything, had convinced Kurt to give up smoking where Blaine had been suggesting it for over a year.  This kid who slept with Kurt more than he did.  This kid who had Kurt wrapped around his finger while Blaine hung out in the background.

Blaine had always liked kids, always done alright around them despite having no younger siblings and having never babysat, but he wasn't good with this one.  Internally he was raging.  Mad at Quinn the most, even though he'd yet to meet her, for being the cause of this.  

Sure, one day he wanted kids…. when he and Kurt were older and married and settled in their careers perhaps.  When they'd talked about it and decided how to go about it… but right now?  Blaine wanted Kurt to himself, and he knew he wasn't going to get it, not with the kid around.

“Maybe your folks could adopt him?” Blaine suggested one night when Kurt was trying to figure out how to schedule his classes around Carole's availability.

He had gotten one hell of a bitch stare for that.

It didn't help that his family were all gung ho about it either.  Rachel's visit had only been for a few days, but it was followed up by Shelby coming over too and declaring herself the “Favourite Grandma!” which resulted in a playful battle between her and Carole for the rights even though K.J. was not buying into it.  Then his dad and step-dad had shown up unannounced and Burt grumbled about having to compete with two other men for favourite grandpa status while Carole only had to compete with one other person.

Blaine even had his surviving grandparents calling him, asking when they could see their great-grandson.  It was insanity.  K.J. wasn't their great grandson… that would have made Blaine his dad and he honestly didn't even know what he was with this kid.

He knew the kid probably didn't like him.

Every time Blaine got a chance to snuggle with Kurt on the couch, K.J. instantly whined and made grabby hands for his dad, resulting in a baby stuck between Blaine and his boyfriend.  When Blaine wanted to sit by Kurt at dinner, K.J. took all of Kurt's attention away for feeding.  When Blaine actually did hold K.J., usually as a favour for Kurt while he grabbed something, without fail, K.J. would spit up on him.  No one else got it but Blaine.  He was sure the kid had it out for him.

So when Carole and Burt announced that they'd take K.J. for the evening so Kurt and Blaine could go on a date, Blaine jumped at the chance.  He booked a nice restaurant (Well, nice for Lima anyhow), tickets for the movies, and a hotel suite.  The opportunity to be alone with his boyfriend was not one to skimp out on.

And the date went well enough… but it was quiet.  Kurt seemed nervous the whole time and despite asking him if things were alright, Blaine only got a shake of the head and “I'm fine” as a response - which he knew very well meant things were not fine.

Yet as soon as they got into the hotel, and Blaine figured that the most he was going to get was watching some TV in peace while Kurt napped, Blaine found himself pushed against the door and kissed hungrily, Kurt pinning him there as he ensured Blaine had totally melted under the spell of his touch.

Blaine let himself be led to the bed then, both of them shucking off their clothing as made the trip so they were both completely undressed, socks and all, by the time they made it there.  Blaine crawled up over Kurt, straddling his body and pressed heated little kisses up his neck and jaw while his boyfriend groaned beneath him.  Their cocks bobbing and twitching between them, every now and then rutting against the other which produced a moan that Blaine couldn't pinpoint the source of between them.

Then he was flipped, and Kurt was on top of him, the same horizontal dance continuing as Kurt took his time sucking softly at the base of Blaine's neck while his fingers rubbed over the erect little buds on Blaine's chest and Blaine knew for sure then that he was the one making all those noises.  

“Make love to me.” Kurt whispered into his ear then.

It took Blaine a moment to register that - mostly because his mind was totally adrift since his cock was the one doing most of the thinking then.  

“Are you sure you can…?”

Kurt whined softed and crawled backwards off Blaine, touching his lips down to his abdomen, each of his hips, and each thigh before laying himself back on the bed and stretching his legs apart, knees pointed up, as he exposed himself completely to Blaine for the first time.  “I want you to be the last person who's ever been there… I want you… Please Blaine.”

Blaine sucked in a breath, looking at his boyfriend, so perfectly laid out before him, not a trace of hesitation evident in his face or the way he was holding his body.  

“O- Okay…”

He had to reach over the edge of the bed to grab the lube and a condom out of his jacket pocket, hands shaking as he slowly coated a finger in the sticky, clear substance.  This was going to be the first time he did this… and the first time Kurt had since… well… Blaine wanted to make sure he did good.  Lots of lube, he told himself as he lined up his finger with Kurt's waiting hole and glanced up to see if Kurt had changed his mind.

“Go ahead.”

Blaine slowly let his finger slide in, eyes jumping between the delicious sight of his finger being taken in by Kurt and Kurt's face.  He wanted this, so badly he didn't even know it until moments ago, but he had to make sure it felt good for Kurt.  

But Kurt seemed alright, and so Blaine slowly thrust the finger in and out after he reached the base of the finger, trying to think back to what Kurt did when he was prepping Blaine.  He wiggled his finger inside a little, seeing if he could find Kurt's sweet spot, but he didn't get a result so he dribbled more lube along Kurt's pucker and onto his middle finger which he had join the first in another slow push up.

“Oh….!”

It was the first sound to come out of Kurt since Blaine had begun.  Concerned, Blaine looked up but breathed a sigh of relief to see his boyfriend moaning softly and rubbing his cock over with one hand.  Blaine wanted to frame that image.

He spent a good few minutes with two fingers in Kurt, thrusting them until they went in easily, and scissoring his fingers apart to help with the stretch, still working on finding that spot inside of Kurt that would send him over the edge.

The transition to three fingers was easier than Blaine thought, and he commended himself inwardly on doing a good job with the stretch, beaming when at that point he clearly hit Kurt in the prostate and his whole body writhed in response, Kurt making the sweetest little mewling noise along with a follow-up stream of explicates.  “Fuck Blaine… now… please… you… fuck!”

He slowly withdrew his fingers, marvelling at how greedily Kurt's ass tried to grab them back, and set about putting on the condom and putting an extra coat of lube over himself and again putting some on Kurt's hole before lining up and letting his nerves take him - trembling as he held himself right against Kurt without entering and releasing a shuddering breath.

Blue-green eyes gazed up at him, and Kurt leaned up to press a gentle kiss to Blaine's lips before dropped back down to the pillow, “It's good Blaine… you can do this.  I want you.”

He took a deep breath and slowly pushed forward, gasping immediately as he felt the tight heat around him.  It was like nothing he imagined - so welcoming, and warm, and tight…. Kurt was tight even after all that prep work.  Blaine forced himself to keep going until he bottomed out, heaving and looking down at Kurt whose eyes were wide and breath just as shaky as his own.

“You alright?”

“Yeah… you can move.”

Blaine was thankful for the permission, drawing himself back and groaning at the amazing friction that tried to draw him back forward, and then pushed back in.  He found a steady rhythm, one that he felt still fell under the speed for “love-making” as opposed to “fucking” and that allowed him to watch Kurt's reaction to the swap in positions.  His boyfriend seemed to be enjoying himself in any case, moaning and repeating Blaine's name as a chant, and then yelling out suddenly, “There!  RIght there!”

Blaine took the hint and continued to slam himself into that spot until a cry from Kurt and a spurt of white spunk between them signalled just how much he was doing the right thing.  He had never seen Kurt so undone before, and after a few more thrusts, he was coming as well, buried deep inside of Kurt and moaning low in his throat.

He could have happily stayed there forever.

But the strength of Kurt's inner muscles began to push in on his weakening cock and that hurt - so he pulled out and peeled the condom off, tying it off like he had seen Kurt do so many times before.  He grabbed the kleenex off the night table and wipes Kurt clean before crawling in beside him, drawing up the blanket around him, and cuddling against his still panting boyfriend.

“You alright?”

“Yeah… yeah… fuck… that's gotta be the first time that has been good.  I get it now… Fuck… do I get it.”

Blaine beamed, so proud of himself, “Get what?”

“Why guys like that.  Fuck… I could totally be a power bottom.”

Blaine laughed and spread a few kisses over Kurt's cheek and chin before nestling against him and letting the post-orgasmic cloud of drowsiness hit him and knock him out.

Morning came, much too quickly for Blaine's liking, and they got themselves dressed and ready in relative quiet.  Kurt looked a little lost without K.J. to prepare for the day, and so Blaine made sure to give him lots of hugs and kisses everytime he went by to make sure he knew just how much he cared for Kurt.

“I'm driving!” Kurt noted, sliding into the driver's seat of the car Burt had bought for them earlier on in the month.  It was a bit of a fixer-upper, but Kurt and Burt both seemed to enjoy that fact - talking about what modifications they could make to it and discussing advantages and disadvantages of different parts they could put in.  Blaine was pretty much lost in those conversations and often would talk with Carole during those times.

It took Blaine about five minutes to note they weren't returning home the way they had come, and another five to realize they were going completely out of the way.

“Kurt…?  Where are we going?”

Kurt sighed and pulled up to the train station in Lima.  “You're going to New York.”

“.... what?”

Blaine's heart began to beat erratically and forcefully as he looked over at Kurt sitting in the driver's seat, looking out over the hood vacantly.  Oh god, oh god….

“You didn't sign up for this Blaine… I get that, but I can't pick between you and him because he'll win every time.  I'm the one that needs to own up to my mistakes, but you, you didn't make any.”

“Kurt… no...nonono..”  Blaine looked between his boyfriend and the tracks sitting behind him.  Kurt still wouldn't look him in the eye, and Blaine, in all his years, had never felt so trapped even though nothing was keeping him there.

“Yes Blaine.”  That's when Kurt looked up and Blaine could see the gloss of tears in his eyes.  “My dad and Carole have your stuff packed up and it'll be sent back to New York… I have a bag of your important person items in the trunk.”

“You… you're breaking up with me….”  Blaine choked out, finding that he was having a hard time remembering to breath and everything seemed to be foggy in his head.

“We'll skype and call.  You're important to me Blaine… you always will be.  I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you.  You mean the world to me.”

“But… you're….”  Blaine bit down on his lower lip.  He couldn't say it a second time.  It physically hurt him to say it.

“You know how I feel about you Blaine…. please… don't make this harder…”

What was there to do?  As always, Blaine obeyed, slowly pulling himself out of the car and going to retrieve the aforementioned bag from the trunk of the car, hands shaking the whole time.  Breathe, breathe…. he told himself.  God, it even hurt to do that.

Kurt escorted him quietly to the place where he got on board, and the pair of them looked at one another quietly before Kurt leaned in and pressed a sweet, chaste kiss to Blaine's numb lips before stepping back.

Blaine didn't know what to say, what he could say, even though his mind was yelling at him to say something to make this all better.  Make it right.  Fix it.  He didn't know how.

So, short on breath and ability to think for himself, he climbed aboard the train, and let it take him back to New York, holding back his tears the whole way.