They can barely make it up the stairs and to the bedroom.  Kurt's eyes dart everywhere to make sure his dad and Carole and K.J. have truly gone off somewhere because there's no way he can hold himself back right now.  He needs this as surely as he needs air or water.  The door is kicked closed behind them and they can't strip down quickly enough, clothes flying in all directions and he's pretty sure he's going to find socks and underwear hidden behind the furniture later but he hardly cares in this moment.  

Then his hands on on Blaine's skin and he sucks in a sharp breath as the reverse is also true.  It's been too long and he has to glance down at the hand sliding down his side to make sure it's real and not a figment of his imagination before lifting his head back up and pressing his lips against Blaine's as they collapse backwards onto the bed with Kurt sandwiched between the mattress and Blaine, never breaking the kiss until they're down and Blaine's lips start to travel down to Kurt's neck and Kurt's head is tipping back and he's biting his tongue to keep from releasing a song that he knows his dad will bug him about for years if he hears it.

“You didn't…”  He gasps as Blaine nibbles on that spot right behind his ear that Blaine and Blaine alone knows about “... just…”  Another gasp as one of Blaine's hands curve around the swell of his ass. “.... come back for the sex right?”

Then Blaine's head is lifted away and Kurt immediately regrets questioning him because he hates the sudden disconnect between their bodies as Blaine looks at him incredulously, “No… I mean… I like this… but… I came back for you…”

Kurt groans and lifts his head to reconnect their lips and Blaine is back to swabbing kisses under his chin in a moment, “And K.J. too right?”

Blaine grunts and Kurt winces.  Why can't he stop himself from talking right now?

“Yes… but can we not talk about our kid while… this?”

Our kid.  Those two words are enough to send Kurt to the brink right there.  His hands greedily move down to cup Blaine's cheeks and spread them apart, kneading one in each hand.  “Lube… night stand.”

Blaine understands and rolls off him for a moment to retrieve the lube, untouched since he had been there, and a condom while Kurt watches him, absently touching himself and letting his eyes linger on the body that has been missing from his side for far too long.  Blaine looks like he might have lost a little bit of weight, and a little bit of tone, but it's not like Kurt is in top form either right now.  Gym is a foreign word at present.

There's more fumbling, more sloppy kisses as they reacquaint their bodies with one another.   Kurt is as careful with Blaine as he was the first time he prepped him, even though he wants nothing more than to completely bury himself in Blaine and make him his again.  Claim him like he's got some dominatrix complex.  He wants Blaine to smell like him so no one ever comes close to him.  He wants Blaine for himself and himself alone.

“Ready?”

Blaine nods quickly, fingers tied in the sheets as he looks up at Kurt, forehead drenched in his own sweat as Kurt pulls out the fingers he had been working in and out of Blaine and lines himself up in their place, pushing in as slowly as his body will allow and drinking in the soft, sweet whine of Blaine as he bottoms out inside of him.

“Please move.  Just… take me.  I need you.”

That's all that's required for Kurt's hips to snap back and then slam forward again, breaking into a quick, hard pace as he lost himself in the moment and all he could see, smell, and feel was the man below him.  His man.  

He remembers that he's not the only one there when he's close to the edge and wraps his fingers around Blaine's length, jerking him along in time with his thrusts until Blaine comes with a hand-muffled cry between them and Kurt feels safe enough to bury himself into Blaine and hold there as he fills the condom and gasps for breath.

Then they just breath.  Heavy and forced, hearts beating out of their chests.  All the emotion built up from the last few months spent in a matter of minutes and Kurt feels absolute relief like he never had before.  A new realization hits - sex can be therapeutic!

He pulls out with a little whine from both of them, disposes of the condom and cleans off Blaine before collapsing at his side, still panting softly when strong arms enfold around him and hold him close.

God, how did he live without this?

They nap then.  Neither one asks or talks about it - it just happens naturally.  When Kurt wakes, Blaine's arms are still bound around him and he has to maneuver carefully to unwind himself from them without waking Blaine so he can relieve himself in his (thankfully) connected bathroom and have a shower, because, damn, he stinks after sleeping in his own sweat.

The shower is a place of deep thoughts and epiphanies for Kurt, and today is no different.  Kurt didn't think of his past life at all when he had just been with Blaine.  No flashbacks to tricks or things he'd done.  It was positively normal and he wonders if he's really okay - because shouldn't he be more sensitive about that sort of thing?  But again, those memories he harbours seem to get less intrusive as time wears on and they're so alien and foreign to him that when he does have a recollection, it's more like watching a movie he's seen once than a real event come back to visit him again.

When he comes out of the bathroom, Blaine is groggily waking, looking over at Kurt blearily.  His eyes squint at first, curious and questioning before Kurt sees the realization hit him and he remembers where he is and why and a smile lights up his face.  “You're gorgeous…”

Kurt laughs and tosses the towel from around his hips at Blaine, “And you stink.  Go shower.”

They get cleaned and dressed and then return to the main floor where something is cooking and Kurt follows his nose to the kitchen where Carole is preparing pasta and his dad is feeding K.J. in his high chair.

“So… I guess… welcome back Blaine.”  Burt says with a nod of his head before looking back to K.J. and trying to airplane some food into his mouth.

“Uh.  Thank you sir.  Good to see you again.”

Kurt snickered at the exchange, moving to help Carole who looked at him through the side of her eyes and just smirked as the red crept up in his cheeks.  Blaine went to sit with Burt and K.J. meanwhile, offering to take over the feeding to which Burt flatly refused citing that “I'm going back to Washington tomorrow. You can get sprayed with food all you want when I'm gone but this is my time with him.”

Carole has Kurt make the salad, and it's an easy task that lets him watch Blaine try his first real attempts at parenting.  At first he just watches Burt feed K.J., and then he goes to grab something out of his car, a little package which he presents to K.J. as soon as he's inside.  

“Sorry I missed your birthday Cage.”

“Cage?” Carole asks, brow arching, and Kurt explains the nickname to both her and his dad who do that thing where they nod and hum thoughtfully as they consider it.

“I do like Nicolas Cage…”  His dad admits and Kurt blanches.

K.J. is helped with the opening by Blaine, since the kid has no real concept of gifts yet and spent most of his birthday last month trying to eat the wrapping paper instead of playing with the toys he got.  

“Oh.  Look son!  Books!”  Kurt says as he sees the package revealed and Kurt steps over to investigate what new items he'll have to read to K.J. at night.

“He doesn't have these ones I hope?”  Blaine looked up questioningly at Kurt, “Because I can… get different ones.”

Kurt smiled and shook his head as he looked over the set that K.J. was opening and closing the covers of.  Musical books that played notes when buttons were pressed… as soon as K.J. figured out the buttons they'd be done for.

“We can read one of those tonight for bedtime.”  Kurt suggested, reaching over to swipe a bit of sauce off K.J.'s cheek.

“Can I try to read to him?”

Kurt again faced those hopeful amber eyes and nodded, “Sure…”

He certainly wasn't going to refuse him any attempts to parent.

“Buh!” K.J. announced triumphantly, holding one of the books to Kurt with both hands.  “Dada!  Buh!”

Kurt knows what ‘buh' means now.  It's book.  If there's one thing K.J. loves it's his quiet reading time he gets with Kurt before bed.  It took some effort and a regular sleep schedule, which Carole helped a lot with, but Kurt has started piecing together the different sounds K.J. makes and attaching them to the words he's trying to pronounce.  

“Aww… he calls you dada now….”  Blaine says softly, a grin unfolding on his face.  

“He does.  For awhile though, he called me mama.. and shus.”

“Shus?”

Kurt nodded, “K.J.  Show me your shoes.”

His son is good about tricks and points at his feet, his shoes, “Shus!”

“Ah… Shoes.  Wait.”  Blaine looks up towards Kurt, brow furrowed, “He called you shoes?”

And, with a glimmer of amusement, Kurt grins and nods, “It's definitely one of the better things I've been called though.”

Blaine chuckles and nods, and the fact that they can both laugh about it now makes it okay.  He's okay.