(last time)

"Please don't leave me again Kurt."


"Never."


*********


It was my dad's suggestion." Kurt was lying on his back, naked beneath the cool sheet. Blaine rolled over on to his side to face him, his hand sliding across the smooth skin of Kurt's belly, causing his stomach muscles to hitch involuntarily.


"I guess you're not talking about what we're doing right now," Blaine said pressing his lips together. "Because I have to say I would love to have heard that conversation."


Blaine was rewarded was a small smile from Kurt. Normally it could have been met with a snarky retort but they were both treading slightly carefully after their recent fall out. Blaine was trying hard not to to think of it as Kurt's 'freak out', because that wasn't likely to help anything and he didn't want to do anything to jeopardise their slightly fragile reunion. They were definitely back together and although it may take time for things to be back to normal, they'd get there.


"Bl...aine..." Kurt sighed as Blaine sneaked his hand down lower, softly cradling his balls. "I'm not going to be able to tell you everything I have to uh.. tell you or anything at all if you keep this up." Despite his complaining, Kurt didn't move. His limbs were still heavy after the short nap they'd had although, miraculously, his cock was managing to spring back to life quite nicely.


"But I love make-up sex," Blaine pouted, "and you're just so sexy, Kurt..... And I have been deprived for days and days.."


"Fine." Kurt gritted his teeth. " Why don't you just make me feel guilty. I seem to remember you harping on about 'talk first, fuck later'.... Okay maybe not quite those words," he amended as Blaine opened his mouth to say something, "and you attaching yourself to my private parts isn't helping. I mean, I'm trying to be more open here... make sure I tell you everything that's going on....I thought that's what we both wanted..." Kurt hesitated. "Plus, my news is quite big really, comparatively speaking.."


"Okay." Blaine gave Kurt's balls a last farewell squeeze before laying his head on Kurt's shoulder and cuddling in to his side. "You're right... I just wish you weren't so irresistible." Kurt wrapped his arm round Blaine's shoulders pulling him in even closer. "So, if your dad didn't suggest naked frolicking...?' Blaine made a quiet 'oomph' as Kurt smacked him on the shoulder with his free hand.


"He just suggested I get someone to manage the coffee shop for a while so that I can explore a few different things - decide what I want to do," Kurt said quietly. "I was going to tell you...," his voice dropped to a whisper, "....that...day. Or at least see what you thought. I think my head was all over the place with what to do... and I'm not using it as an excuse, I'm really not.... but I came to the rehearsal and Sebastian was in my face the minute I got there..." Blaine lifted his head up to look at Kurt, reaching up to thumb away a solitary tear off of his cheek.


"I should have come and found you... or at least hung around long enough to give you a chance to say something." Kurt swiped away a few more tears, willing himself not to cry. The memories of that day were pretty painful though and a small sob escaped as he breathed out.


"I really wish you had. I'll always want you to come and find me. I'll always love you and support you." Blaine sighed heavily. "I really wish I'd come after you when you got up and left, but at first I was just really shocked... and then I thought you needed a bit of space.... I've honestly been so scared..."


"Don't blame yourself. Even I can admit that there would've been no stopping me. I mean you know how stubborn I am...?" Kurt sniffed as Blaine huffed a small laugh. "I was determined to at least try and make something positive out of the mess I'd made. I spoke to Mrs Parsons at the college, just to see if she would give me a reference if I applied for some jobs. Unbelievably, she has a friend who runs a theatre company here in New York and just happens to be looking for someone to work on costumes for their productions. I've been and had a chat about it yesterday.... and the job's mine if I want it .... I think I'm going to take it..." Kurt waited for Blaine's response, suddenly desperate for his support.


"Hey, Kurt! That's fantastic." Blaine wrapped his arms tightly around Kurt's neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I'm so pleased for you. You really can't turn down such a good opportunity.... it sounds perfect for you.." Blaine ran a hand down Kurt's side, stopping his hand at his hip.


"It'll probably only be part-time for now," Kurt explained. "I'll possibly work at the coffee shop some of the time.. maybe go to some auditions if anything suitable comes up..."


" I'll always help out if you're stuck or anything. I hope you know that.... I love your shop. It brought me you.. that in itself makes it special." Blaine's fingers massaged Kurt's soft skin. "Or if you need any help with audition pieces.. practicing kissing scenes... I'm just so proud of you Kurt.."


Kurt blushed at Blaine's words, which was ridiculous bearing in mind he was already naked in bed with him with Blaine's fingers shamelessly itching to touch him in the most intimate way possible. "Let's hope it's not too soon then ; we don't seem to be able to do much at the moment without slipping into some sort of sexual activity.." Kurt moved his own hand to rest on Blaine's pert round buttock, letting him know that his unsubtle antics were actually turning him on quite a lot.


"I think," Blaine smiled, enjoying Kurt's touch immensely, "that we should have a celebration. A big celebration for all the good things that have happened. Your job. Me and you being back together. Your cock.. and my cock...." Blaine rolled his hips against Kurt to prove his last point, both of them hissing as their erections rubbed against each other.


Kurt rolled his eyes unable avoid laughing at his boyfriend. "A big celebration?"


"Mmmm," Blaine hummed, gently sucking on Kurt's collar bone. Kurt hadn't realised his collar bone was such a sensitive area. "I thought we could celebrate all afternoon.. and maybe this evening too. You haven't got plans for tonighthave you?"


Kurt raised his eyebrows. "I suppose I could cancel my evening with my dvd collection.. if I had a better offer.. What did you have in mind?"


"A massage," Blaine exclaimed. "I thought I could give you an amazing massage..... and then, well I promised to fuck you until you couldn't remember your own name and I don't think I quite succeeded last time.. " Blaine hooked his leg over Kurt's thigh suggestively, their aching cocks knocking together causing them both to gasp.


"O..k..ay," Kurt grimaced. "I love your massages, but I've got to be honest here.. I'm not sure I can lay on my stomach . I'm just gonna end up rutting the sheets. Seriously."


"This massage is special. Specially for you," Blaine winked. "Tailor made." He moved away from Kurt to grab the body lotion Kurt kept in the bedroom. "Lay on your back darling and let me take care of you," Blaine whispered, clicking open the fruity smelling lotion.


Kurt's cock bounced against his stomach as he rolled onto his back, gently leaking pre come as it throbbed with the sudden movement. He looked at Blaine's shiny red cock, equally as erect as his own ; Blaine seemed to be coping with it a hell of a lot better than he was. He tried to think unsexy thoughts, but how could he when there was a gorgeous naked man in his sight who was getting ready to lay his hands on him? Blaine surprised him by moving to the foot of the bed to start massaging his feet. He lifted one of Kurt's feet into his lap as he knelt at the bottom of the bed, thumbs pressing deep into the arch of his foot. Kurt groaned deeply, his toes curling at the sensation. However he couldn't resist stretching his leg a bit further so that his big toe knocked against Blaine's cock, which whilst not quite as hard as it had been was still standing up to attention pretty nicely.


"Ooh, cheeky," Blaine smiled, lifting Kurt's leg up higher to suck the offending toe into his mouth. "I see you're still finding ways to be naughty.."


"We're definitely doing this every day when we go home for Christmas," Kurt enthused. "Even if I have to put a sock in my mouth to keep myself quiet.. We're not going to have all that free time together and not."


Ah, yes. There was still something else Blaine needed to tell Kurt and his conscience couldn't let it wait. "Kurt," Blaine said quietly, dropping Kurt's foot back down and stilling his hands.


"What's wrong?" Kurt propped himself up on his elbows, already missing Blaine's magic hands. "Should I be dreading what you're about to say?"


"There's something else I need to tell you," his voice was barely audible but he didn't shy away from looking Kurt right in the eyes. "I left it as late as I could but I didn't really have much choice.."


"What?" Kurt couldn't help but sound panicky. He suddenly knew what it took for his straining erection to go soft, and he didn't like it one bit. "Blaine?"


"Christmas," he whispered. "I had to change my flight to LA. I'm going to stay with Cooper. I didn't want to but I didn't know if you... if we.. I..."


Kurt laid back down, flinging both his arms up over his face, hiding the tears which were quickly forming. Kurt Hummel never used to cry. He always prided himself on the fact that no matter how badly he hurt, he would be able to resolutely pull his shoulders back and get on with his life, working his way through the pain with steel determination. Then along came Blaine and he was blubbing like a baby at every opportunity. He'd never let anyone into his heart before Blaine, and he hadn't even noticed it happening.


"I'm sorry." Blaine said above him. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry.."


"No." Kurt said resolutely, still covering his eyes. "No. Don't be sorry. This is all my own fault. It's proof that most of the misery in my life is of my own making.. it's just what I deserve..."


"Look at me, Kurt." Blaine spoke softly. Kurt shook his head from side to side, happy to keep his face covered, but Blaine prised his arms away from his eyes and pulled him up into his lap. "Please don't say that. It is what it is and we'll deal with it but it's no one's fault." He laid Kurt down on the bed, pulling the covers up over both of them, cuddling him close.


"If I could afford to buy new flights I'd do it at the drop of a hat..." Blaine's voice sounded choked. "Cooper's not even around on Christmas day," he huffed, "so ironically I'll be on my own that day.. but I didn't know at the time if we'd .. if you wanted to still be with me."


"Messing up," Kurt mumbled miserably. "Another of my hidden talents."


*******


"This is for you." Kurt handed Blaine a neat brown envelope. Blaine's name was neatly written on the front, with a small heart drawn in the top right corner of the envelope where the stamp should go.


Blaine raised a questioning eyebrow at Kurt as he took the offered envelope from him carefully.


This was their last evening together before they flew off to separate states for the Christmas break. They'd debated where to spend the evening, wanting to go somewhere special, but in the end they'd gravitated towards staying in. Tina had already gone home, keen to spend the break with her boyfriend, so they happily had Blaine's apartment to themselves. Their plans to cook dinner had gone slightly astray with Blaine bending Kurt over the table in a long drawn out love making session, and whilst Kurt wasn't complaining, it wasn't how the plans for the evening should have gone.


He should have guessed, Kurt thought to himself as he watched Blaine turning the envelope he'd given him gently in his fingers, as if the contents would be revealed by the simple action, when he'd had a text earlier in the day from Blaine suggesting they 'dress down' in casual clothes for the evening. 'It's only us Kurt, and if we're just going to have a lazy evening, we might as well be comfortable'. It had been a valid point, so Kurt arrived at Blaine's apartment several hours later dressed in yoga pants and a soft sweatshirt underneath his smart winter coat.


Blaine had nodded his approval at Kurt's clothing choice as he hung his coat in the hallway, placing his boots neatly underneath the coat rack, and had quickly pulled him in for a hard kiss. "You look good," he'd whispered against Kurt's jawline, "so good."


"Oh these old things," Kurt had smiled as they headed over towards the kitchen, "I hoped I hadn't overdone the dressing down thing." He'd glanced down at Blaine's own sweats and t-shirt, "But I see I had a similar idea to you.."


"I love it when you wear these pants," Blaine had said softly, pulling Kurt into him again and slipping his hands beneath the waistband to place a hand on each of Kurt's ass cheeks, bare ass cheeks. Blaine had raised his eyebrows in slight surprise, but wasn't about to complain.


"They leave a line," Kurt had offered by way of an explanation, " my underwear...so I decided to leave them off." It all sounded a little weird as he said it - who worries about underwear lines when they're dressed in lounging about clothing? "So what do you like about these pants?" Kurt had found himself asking as Blaine's hands symmetrically massaged circles on his cheeks, "apart from the obvious.."


"Oh I love how they fit you," Blaine had virtually growled, without hesitation. "I mean, they look soft and comfortable and yet they're kind of tight enough.." Blaine had pulled back to look at Kurt's face, "...that I can see the outline of your cock, really clearly. Even when you're not aroused I can see it." Blaine had obviously thought about this, quite a lot. "And then... when you are.. um ... excited, I love how the material is just so soft and clingy, hugging your erection.. and that I can see that little wet patch appearing where the fabric sits on the tip of your cock. You've no idea what a turn on that is...."


"I think I've got some idea...." Kurt had blushed as Blaine's hands seemed to have found their way inside the front of his pants, suddenly very glad he'd decided to wear this particular pair. "And I seem to remember someone else making an embarrassing large wet patch in their sweatpants some time ago and hoping I wouldn't notice... so you're one to talk.."


Dinner had been long forgotten by the time Kurt was gripping the edge of the small dining table with white knuckles, his quivering thighs spread a little wider than was truly comfortable, rising up onto his toes as he came over Blaine's tight fist. He had collapsed, pressing his face on to the cool wood of the table as Blaine had come, deep inside him.


Eventually they had found their way to a much needed joint shower, where to his complete amazement, Blaine's slippery soapy hand had brought Kurt to another loud orgasm. Not quite as dramatic as the last time, but none the less...


Fully dressed again, Kurt had crouched down in front of the fridge to see if he could adapttonight'sfood into a quick supper, he was tired and anyway it was a bit too late to go with his original plan. He had been surprised to see that the fridge shelves were looking pretty bare.


"Blaine." He'd called out. "Did you not get the ingredients I asked you to getfor dinner tonight?"


Blaine had appeared looking a little bit sheepish. "Um. No."


"Um. No?" Kurt had returned. "Did you forget? Only it was only a few hours ago we were texting about what I was going to cook... "


Blaine seemed to be uncharacteristically quiet. "Hang on," Kurt said slowly. "Did you plan this? Did you have no intention of us even cooking dinner together tonight?"


Blaine had shrugged with a cautious smile. "I'd thought. Hoped. We might be too busy to cook."


There was a hundred things Kurt could have said, having originally wanted to make a special meal. Instead, "Right. You'd better show me where your take out menus are... I'm choosing.."

*******

"So. Is this a Christmas present?" Blaine asked, still looking the envelope over. "Only I thought we'd already given our presents to each other..."

"Yes... kind of." Kurt seemed a little... nervous? Or definitely a bit unsure, Blaine noticed. It was this that had stopped him from already opening it, although he knew there was only one way of finding out what was actually inside.. "Well," Kurt said, "I guess it's more of a Christmas present for me... just open it."

Blaine had even less idea what was inside now, as he opened the envelope. But there in his hand were two plane tickets. One from LA to Ohio on Christmas Eve, and one for him to fly back to New York with Kurt on New Year's Eve. "For me, because I can't bear to be without you. I love you and I don't want to be without you. I can survive a few days while you still go to LA to see Cooper.. and then after that you're mine..."

Blaine stared at the tickets for a bit longer. "I'm going to finish that massage later... " he stated eventually, "And then you'd better start working out ways you're going to be quiet when I come to Ohio, or perhaps you can just soundproof your room or something, or maybe buy your dad and Carole some earplugs.. although that might be a bit suspicious..."