The worst thing about going home for Christmas was having to explain to his dad why he didn't have Blaine with him when he arrived at the airport in Columbus on the miserable December evening. Burt took one look at Kurt's watery eyes, after he'd asked after Blaine and had just said "We'll talk about it later, Kurt," before grabbing one of Kurt's bags and heading off across the airport concourse. Kurt knew everyone deserved an explanation and in reality he should have already called ahead and told them, but he hadn't found the courage to do it, not wanting his dad to be disappointed in him.

"I almost messed up," Kurt said quietly after telling his dad and Carole a pared down, parent friendly version of everything that had happened between him and Blaine, over a late dinner that night. "I just keep thinking that I nearly lost him and I'm not sure I could survive that. I know I should have told you before today but I didn't know how, how to explain why I was such an idiot."

Burt had spent years coping with Kurt's emotional turmoils and while he didn't stand any nonsense from him, he didn't judge him either. It meant a lot to Kurt that he could just come home and be himself without having to pretend to be anything else. As much as he loved New York, he loved coming home. Not for the homophobic views of many people in Lima, but for the love of his family.

"I'm a great believer, Kurt, that if things are meant to be, then they will," his dad told him wisely after listening to everything he had to say. "If you and Blaine love each other, you'll always find a way, and I know how much you mean to each other.."

"Thanks dad." Kurt was relieved to have got the whole thing off his chest, and whilst he and Blaine had made their peace, it had still been a painful experience to relive. He actually felt like he could afford a small smile, feeling a hell of a lot better than he had when he'd stepped off the plane this evening.

"It's nice that Blaine is going to be able to join us for Christmas," Carole said sweetly, reaching for Kurt's hand. "I know you wish he were here now, but it'll be all the more special when he does come. He's such a lovely young man." He nodded, she was right of course, although he was pretty sure Carole had no ideahowspecial he was going to make it for Blaine....

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Blaine was surprised that Cooper was actually quite sensitive to his current situation with Kurt. Usually Cooper would try and cajole Blaine along with an embarrassing vigour no matter when or where they were. Even though Blaine was no longer a child, Cooper would be loudly calling him 'squirt' and 'baby brother', too insensitive to realise how much Blaine hated it. Of course Blaine loved him, he was family after all, he just sometimes wished he would tone it down a bit.

This time, Cooper had taken Blaine to a quiet little Italian place round the corner from his apartment, after dropping off Blaine's luggage, having decided they needed a brotherly heart to heart. Blaine had had to tell Cooper some of what had been going on with Kurt when he'd called him to ask if he could come to stay and he knew Cooper would want the full story. He'd met Kurt a few times in New York and hadn't been able to stop telling Blaine how perfect he and Kurt were for each other.

"I'm so glad you and Kurt have sorted things out. You two just make such a perfect couple," Cooper told him sincerely.

Obviously Cooper's girlfriend was a good influence on him, Blaine thought as Cooper spoke privately to him across their table. He always knew Cooper cared, in his own way, and to give him credit he'd tried to make up for their parents' lack of interest, in either of them really. "To be honest Coop, I always thought Kurt and I would get back together at some point. He really feels like my other half....." Blaine looked up at Cooper. "I just didn't know how rocky the road was going to be to get there."

"Well, I've got a few days off," Cooper chirped, "and I know you're looking forward to seeing Kurt again... but until then we're going to do some brotherly things together, have some fun."

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Blaine had the upmost respect for Burt and Carole, loving how they so openly managed to make him feel part of the family, and it felt sosowrong that just two hours after arriving at their home he was naked on Kurt's bed, biting hard on a pillow to stop himself from making any noise. Face down on the bed, his ass high in the air, Kurt's nimble fingers working their way inside him; there was just no way he was going to be able to be quiet about this, but somehow he was going to have to.

Kurt had been doggedly determined when he'd led Blaine to his childhood bedroom (even that seemed so wrong) and despite his mild protests between kisses, he was now in his current position. Blaine was sweating at the thought of facing Burt and Carole at the breakfast table tomorrow if he even made one little peep of sound. The trouble was Kurt knew exactly how he liked it and was making every effort to be the perfect boyfriend. And ....oh.... Blaine spread his quivering thighs as his face grew hotter in the pillow and he bit down even harder.

"Blaine..." Kurt sighed, breathing heavily, "I've been desperate for this... Just want to be inside you.... want to come inside you.." Blaine almost groaned, and it was only the vision of Burt opening the bedroom door, which was closed butnotlocked, and coming in to see 'what the hell was going on' that stopped him. Blaine was going to really really get his own back for this, knowing Kurt was usually noisier than him while they were having sex and Blaine knew just how to get him screaming. Suddenly there was a direct touch on his prostate and he drew in a sharp breath, seconds away from coming, his cock already dripping steadily onto the sheets below.

Kurt, bless him, stopped moving his fingers and slowly withdrew them, rubbing a gentle hand over the small of Blaine's back. Blaine twisted his burning face round to look up at Kurt, disbelief written on his face that Kurt had halted his actions. "Turn over baby?" Kurt's voice was soft. "I want to see you while I fuck you... but just remember you'll have to be very very quiet."

Blaine breathed out loudly. "Funny enough Kurt, I'm not sure that's going to possible. In fact I know it's not possible...."

"Oh Blaine," Kurt sighed, hitching up Blaine's thigh and lining his cock up against Blaine's desperate, twitching hole, "I know you can do it." Kurt swiftly pushed his cock inside and covered Blaine's mouth with his own, just in time to muffle the loud groan which was about to escape Blaine's mouth.

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"I like it, you were being very bossy tonight,"Blaine whispered, smiling into Kurt's hair as they snuggled together in bed, freshly showered. "Although I am a bit worried that your dad or Carole might come in and see my case hasn't been unpacked yet.." he teased, "I'm just wondering what the official line might be on that one.." They'd kind of used the fact that Blaine needed to unpack as an excuse to escape to Kurt's room for the night. "I might have to explain that I had tried to unpack, but you distracted me..."

"In my defence, Mr Anderson, you are very easily distracted.." As if to prove his point, Kurt ran his hand over the curve of Blaine's ass, satisfied when he felt Blaine's cock twitch against his hip. "...and I've missed you.." Kurt added softly. "And don't say it's my own fault, because I already know that."

Blaine pressed his lips against Kurt's. "I wasn't going to. I thought we'd moved on from that. What happened, happened, and that's just the way it is. Iamused to your ridiculous behaviour.." He ignored the way Kurt bristled at that last statement. "I mean I've been in love with you from the day I walked into your shop asking for a job, despite the fact that you turned me into a stuttering mess the first time you actually spoke to me."

"Really? You weren't scared of me like everyone else then?" Kurt's hand continued roaming over Blaine's ass as he spoke.

"I could see past all that, could see what a wonderful, kind person you were underneath all that hard exterior. And then there was your ass in those jeans you were wearing... But don't get me wrong, Kurt Hummel, I may have been in love with you since day one, but if you ever do another one of your freaking out episodes on me again there may be public humiliation.. a spanking in the middle of Times Square, or worse." Blaine's breath hitched as Kurt ran his finger backwards and forwards along his crack while he was speaking. "I knew we should have put on clothes after the shower. Naked cuddling never works out that simple for us... I'm not sure I'm going to be able to sleep now you've rekindled my interest." Blaine pressed his cock against Kurt so he could appreciate how turned on he was. "The thought of you riding me is keeping me pretty excited right now..."

"Oh I don't know if I should... " he teased, "my dad might hear.."

Blaine reached between them, wrapping his hand around Kurt's equally erect cock, momentarily. "Hmm... okay. No interest in that then... Shame you wouldn't know how to keep quiet. I might just have to lie here and jerk myself off. I hope it won't keep you awake.."

Kurt threw back the bedding, pushing Blaine onto his back and straddling his thighs. "Actually I'd definitely like to watch that.. I'm not the slightest bit tired so don't worry about keeping me awake." Kurt began slowly stroking his own cock, humming in satisfaction to himself. "Oh I was going to say make as much noise as you like as I won't be trying to sleep yet, but.... maybe not..."

"Don't worry Kurt, I can be silent..." he cupped Kurt's balls carefully in his hand before rolling them in his fingers. "It's you I worry about... how loud you're going to scream out my name..." Kurt bit his lip as Blaine increased the pressure of his fingers, not able to let himself go like he badly wanted to.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's cock, jerking him quickly up and down in his tight fist, desperate to get a sound out of him, not wanting to be the first to give in. Blaine took hold of Kurt, matching him thrust for thrust, both of them panting heavily, trying to out do each other. When they couldn't stand it any longer, they crashed their mouths together fiercely, tongues fighting for dominance. The battle of their mouths led to a small scuffle as they rolled around on the bed, only stopping when their erections brushed against each other, Kurt ending up underneath with his legs wrapped round Blaine's waist as they rutted together, both making more noise than they'd originally hoped for.

Despite the lateness of the hour neither of them really slept; they dozed, waking periodically to kiss and touch and talk, drifting back off to sleep again soon after. "Do you think you're ever going to able to really trust me?" Blaine asked gentle fingers idly stroking over Kurt's back, "you know, trust us. Our relationship....."

Kurt lifted his head from Blaine's chest, looking up at him. "I do trust you.." he sighed, "I promise I do... it's just...I can't really explain it.." Kurt traced a line over Blaine's chest, loving the hairiness beneath his fingers, as he figured what to say. He sighed again, "It's almost like it's all too good to be true... that you'd be mine... and perversely I'm testing you, waiting for you to get fed up with me so I can say 'I told you so'. So now you know why I'm crap at relationships and had pretty much resigned myself to a 'single' life before you came along."

"Oh Kurt..." Blaine pulled Kurt up so they were at eye level, keeping him held tightly in his arms. "You have to know that my relationship with you.. our relationship... is off the scale to any other relationship I've ever been in before. The way I feel about you... I've never felt like this before, or anywhere near it.."

Kurt smiled. It may be three o'clockin the morning, and he may have had only about an hour's sleep in total, but he felt on top of the world. "Do you want to sleep baby or are you up to going again?"

"Ooh, you're insatiable tonight..." Blaine ran his hand down Kurt's side, stopping at his thigh and hooking it up over his own hip. "...But don't you have to get up early tomorrow to help Carole with dinner preparations.. and I know that you're not tired now, but I know you will be tomorrow..."

Kurt huffed. "You're right. As much as I hate to admit it." He rolled over onto his back, grabbing his phone to set the alarm. Maybe he'd wake Blaine up with an early morning blow job before he got up.

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When Blaine woke up on Christmas morning Kurt's side of the bed was already cold. Evenhestill felt tired after the few hours sleep he'd had, so goodness knows how Kurt was feeling this morning. Blaine slipped on his sweatpants and a warm hoodie and made his way downstairs, hopefully to search out some coffee, mainly for medicinal purposes.

Kurt was looking surprisingly perky, chopping vegetables with vigour, when Blaine entered the kitchen. "Ooh, you're awake." Kurt stopped what he was doing, moving over to wrap his arms around Blaine's waist and kiss him on the lips. "I was going to wake you up with an early morning treat, but you looked so peaceful... I didn't have the heart to wake you." Kurt kept his voice low.

"I honestly don't know how you do it," Blaine acknowledged, nuzzling into Kurt's neck. "You don't even seem the slightest bit tired."

"Oh don't worry, I'm tired," Kurt admitted, "I'm just good at hiding it... Right. Coffee and pancakes, how does that sound?" Kurt smiled as Blaine closed his eyes momentarily, leaning his heavy head on Kurt's shoulder.

"Coffee.. Definitely coffee," Blaine hummed, "Pancakes sound good too.."

"Morning Blaine!" Carole entered the room cheerfully. She'd obviously been up for ages too, being as she was already dressed, Blaine observed as he and Kurt separated.

"Merry Christmas, Carole." Blaine responded, "Oh and to you too Burt," he added as Burt appeared in the doorway. He'd obviously only just got up too, so Blaine didn't feel too guilty.

"You boys sleep okay last night?" Burt asked with a knowing smirk in his eyes, as they moved to sit at the kitchen table. Blaine couldn't help blushing - he knew it had been a bad idea.

"Perfectly, thanks dad." Kurt put coffee on the table for everyone. He obviously wasn't embarrassed in front of his father, or was better at bluffing it out. "It's always nice being back in my old bedroom.." Kurt turned back to get the rest of the breakfast.

"Thanks Kurt," Blaine smiled as Kurt put the food down, desperate to move on to a different subject.

"So you didn't have have trouble sleeping then? Nothing keeping you awake or anything? Only don't want you boys being too tired to enjoy Christmas Day..." Burt pushed.

"No. No trouble dad," Kurt said warningly, glancing at Blaine's worried face before adding "Now, you don't want Blaine regretting coming for Christmas, do you? And anyway, if we're tired later we can always have a sleep when you have your old man afternoon nap, which I know you always do on Christmas Day."

"Let's enjoy this breakfast," Carole said, probably realising that this wasn't the most comfortable of topics. She started to serve out plates in preparation, completely ignoring Burt's attempts at riling up Kurt. It was strange, she pondered, how Burt missed Kurt so much and yet was willing to risk upsetting him as soon as they were in each others' presence. She knew this was part of the dynamics of their relationship, however, Kurt was no longer a child, and even she knew that Blaine was more important to him than anyone else would ever be. So why even risk upsetting him? Sometimes she wondered if she'd ever truly understand how the mind of a man worked.

Kurt, however, was obviously not the slightest bit bothered about what Burt had been hinting at over breakfast, as when they went to Kurt's room for their nap later in the afternoon, he wasted no time in stripping Blaine out of his underwear and giving him the blow job he'd originally planned on this morning. Blaine, taken unawares, proceeded to chant Kurt's name through the whole experience, hopefully drowned out by the loud music that Kurt had had the forethought to put on beforehand, because the sight of Kurt jerking himself off at the same time was almost more than he could bear.

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"Harder. Blaine... Harder." Lima had been great over Christmas, but that didn't mean the boys weren't glad to be back in New York in the privacy of Kurt's apartment. Now that Kurt was living here alone they could pretty much do what they wanted in the apartment, without the fear of being walked in on, although they had chosen Kurt's bedroom as their first port of call for their welcome home present to themselves. Kurt's calves were wrapped around Blaine's neck as Blaine pounded into him and god, Kurt loved this position. His bare ass virtually in Blaine's lap, their eyes meeting as he was thoroughly fucked and Kurt wished they weren't due at Rachel's New Year's Eve party in a couple of hours.

"Do we have to go?" Kurt said breathily, his voice hitching as he grasped his cock, stroking it lazily. He didn't want to come yet, but he needed something. He squeezed his legs tighter round Blaine's shoulders, unable to help the long moan that escaped his lips as Blaine responded, adjusting his angle to go even deeper. "I just want to stay here.. "

"Don't forget.." Blaine slowed his pace, knowing they both wanted to last a bit longer, "... Santana's coming over so she can go with us.. mind you she'll probably love coming in to the sight of me bending you over the table. It'd make her day, her year even bearing in mind it's new year's eve..." Kurt's hand had picked up speed, his breath a little shaky and uneven. "Do you want to come baby?"

"Blaine.." Kurt panted, which Blaine knew meant 'yes'. He began to slam into Kurt hard, just like he knew he needed. To be honest, they'd had quite a lot of sex this past week, especially considering the restrictions of staying in Ohio, which had resulted in quite a lot of quick blow jobs in spare moments, making Blaine feel like he was back in high school. A night out to Rachel's new apartment, getting back to some normality, would probably do them good, after all in two days Blaine would be back at college and Kurt would be starting his new job.

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By the time Santana had come round and they'd cracked open a bottle of wine, they felt more in the mood for a party. Kurt went off to finish getting ready. If he had to stay here and listen to one more comment from Santana about their sex life he was going to end up strangling her, he was sure, so it was definitely time to get ready to go. By the time they got there the party would probably already be in full swing and anyway they were already beyond being fashionably late. He had to admit he was actually looking forward to seeing Rachel's new apartment and surprisingly he did miss having her around.

As expected, the party was already pretty packed, but not enough that Rachel didn't spot them as soon as they came in. She came rushing over, kissing all three of them in greeting. "I'm sorry Kurt," she then said quietly, "but I'm afraid Brad's here. Brody invited him - I had no idea they even knew each other. Apparently they were quite friendly in college, but lost touch, only to bump into each other again quite recently."

Blaine noticed Kurt going a little pale, but before he could do anymore than pass a confused look in Kurt's direction, someone, obviously Brad was there in front of them. "Kurt," the tall blonde floppy haired guy greeted, placing a hand briefly on Kurt's shoulder, "how are you?"

"Good thanks Brad." Kurt seemed to have recovered from his initial shock. "And you?"

"Yes fine. Haven't seen you in forever, well since......" Brad glanced at Blaine for the first time.

"This is Blaine," Kurt introduced, "my boyfriend." Kurt swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. God he needed a drink, something strong. "Blaine meet Brad, my ex.."

Blaine, to his credit, sensing how uncomfortable Kurt was, linked his fingers with Kurt's trying to show him some silent support. "Um, nice to meet you," Blaine offered, "are you here on your own tonight?"

"No," Brad pointed across the room to a very pregnant girl, "I'm here with my girlfriend Tanya, we're expecting a baby in a couple of weeks so I'm not sure we'll be staying long, but hopefully I'll be able to introduce you before we leave.. In fact I'd better go and check on her, make sure she's okay..."With that he was gone.

"Don't." Kurt said firmly to Blaine as soon as Brad was out of earshot, ignoring Blaine's questioning, bewildered look, "I just need a drink... a big one. Preferably something to numb my brain."

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