He flexed his fingers, trying to calm the flood of panic, the rush of Rachel-Quinn-mirror-sword-help, with steadying breaths. It tore through his blood, quickening his heart for a moment before the deliberate rhythm of his breathing washed it away.

As the flare finally dissipated, he realised where he was, and began to remember everything that came after the confrontation. The sword. The plan. This will work.

A calm set in, a slow rising peace that bled through his bones and let him feel like he was sinking sweetly down, cocooned in the limpid warmth of the morning.

The weight of Blaine on top of him, pressed between his legs and over his chest, was comforting in a way he didn't expect; a steadying pressure that kept him sedated as reality crept in.

Blaine stirred a moment later, head lifting and sleepy eyes peering out from under a mess of bed-muddled curls.

"Good morning," he mumbled, and dropped to press a kiss to Kurt's breastbone.

Smiling, Kurt wriggled underneath him, suddenly too aware of the heat and the telling ache in his hips. Oh god.

Blaine hadn't noticed, it seemed, content to mark Kurt's body with his mouth in lazy, messy presses of lips and tongue.

"B-Blaine," Kurt stammered softly, trying to keep his eyes open, trying not to squirm at the wave of panicky pleasure that was creeping up inside.

Your Disney prince fiance is lying on top of you. Your sweet, innocent Disney prince fiance, who has never had sex in his life, is currently pressed against your boner. Well done.

Kurt managed to keep down the whimper that rose in his throat as Blaine mouthed over a nipple.

"Blaine!" he cried softly, gasping for breath.

Blaine's head lifted again, and he blinked up at Kurt blearily in the soft morning light. "Was that wrong, am I doing it… wrong?"

"Ohgodno," Kurt breathed. "It's… good, it's all very, very good, but I just- I don't want to. Freak you out."

"Freak me out?"

"You - do you remember, uh…" Kurt tried to find the right words, ignoring the slightly mocking voice in his head. "When you woke up, that time, and you were…"

A broad smile crept over Blaine's face. He shifted carefully upwards, providing just enough friction to make Kurt gasp sharply.

"I know," Blaine said, dropping to nuzzle and lick at his collarbone.

"You- know. Okay," Kurt said, voice higher than usual and slightly disbelieving. "Wait, how do you- wh-?"

"And I - I mean, I can't be certain, but I think it's alright to tell you, now that we're…" Blaine's voice trailed off, and Kurt smiled softly at the blush that crept into his cheeks.

"Whenever it happened… to me, it was because of you," Blaine said shyly. "I always fell asleep remembering … you. The way you looked or the way you… " he swallowed roughly, "felt."

Kurt blinked at him in surprise, mind drifting back to their first almost-kiss on the couch, and what had happened the next morning.

His hips clenched against the instinct to jerk up, to meet the solid warmth of Blaine above him. He swallowed roughly, all too aware of just how turned on Blaine's confession had left him, fighting the urge to keep squirming at the flutter building low in his belly.

"Is that- I mean, I know you said it's private," Blaine hurried to say, and Kurt raised a hand to calm him.

"No, it's, it's fine. When two people who are… intimate talk about it, it's- it doesn't have to be private, it's…" He couldn't finish his sentence, trying to navigate the jumble of ranting incoherent thought in his head, still shell-shocked that Blaine had basically confessed to fantasising about him before he even knew what sex was.

Blaine craned his neck up to graze his mouth over Kurt's and suck on his lower lip gently before he let it go, his own way of trying to calm his fiance, to stop the panicked flood of words and soothe his nerves.

Kurt shifted slightly and drew another soft hiss of breath between his teeth. "I'm … just- you're on top of me and- and I-"

Blaine nuzzled softly under his jaw, mouthing over a prominent vein as he worked down his neck. "I know," he said again, voice slightly teasing.

"I don't want you to think you- you- have to. Do anything," Kurt panted out, eyes closed and head shaking against the pillow. "This is… new. For us."

Settling down on top of him again, Blaine drew both arms up to fold them over Kurt's chest, perching his chin on top of his own interlocked hands. "I learned a lot, from books."

Kurt blinked at him, stunned. "B-books?"

Blaine smiled.

Awareness prickled in the back of Kurt's mind. "That wasn't an anatomy book, was it?"

Blaine's grin widened slowly, and he pressed his mouth to the back of his hand, eyes still fixed coyly on Kurt.

"Wow, okay. So you…"

With a quick shift of his weight, Blaine dropped his arms either side of Kurt's chest, lifting his body up and rolling his hips.

"UNGH!" Kurt jolted, hands shooting out to grab on to anything he could.

Blaine watched him, eyes bright, seeming somewhat pleased with himself.

"Oh my god," Kurt mumbled, head rolling to the side. "Remind me to buy Rachel a fruit basket."

Chuckling, Blaine lowered himself down again, further up Kurt's body this time. He licked softly into Kurt's mouth, arms braced either side of Kurt's head and fingers threading into his hair.

Kurt shuddered underneath him, pinned and helpless as Blaine's body moved over his, rocking their hips together gently and making Kurt moan against his tongue.

"Oh god, Blaine," he whined as he pulled back.

"That's… good?" Blaine asked, showing his doubt for the first time in tiny creases at the corners of his eyes.

"Yes," Kurt gasped. "Very. Yes. Unghh."

"I've only…" Blaine began slowly as his body stilled. "I've only ever read. Or seen pictures. I don't know if … I'm doing this right, but I want to. I want to be … what you need."

"You are," Kurt said without pause, blinking lazily, mouth still hanging open.

"Kurt…" Blaine's voice was thick and hesitant, his eyes dark and seeming almost frightened.

Kurt felt the sudden urgency of the moment, the fear behind Blaine's voice, and lifted both hands to cup his face. "What is it?"

"I want… I…"

Kurt waited, studying him carefully, determined to be patient despite the ache in him, screaming in his blood for more - more friction, more heat, more Blaine.

But Blaine's face was twisted in a sudden despair, trying to figure out if he could let the words slip from his tongue or if he should hold them, trapped between his need and the fear of doing something wrong.

All of this was raw, uncharted and so very new to Blaine, and Kurt realised that his Disney prince knew enough about sex to know not only that he wanted it - and pretty badly going by the current sweat-slick, panting state of him - but also that he couldn't just take it. He couldn't just do what his body was telling him to. He had to ask, and he wanted to ask the right way.

He had no experience to draw from, no idea of what was too much to ask for, and was caught in the lingering, paralysing fear of saying or doing the wrong thing.

"You can ask me," Kurt told him softly, drawing deep breaths and sweeping his thumbs lovingly over Blaine's jaw. "You can always ask me, for anything. Never be afraid to ask."

"I want to see you," Blaine whispered, wetting his lips carefully. "I want to see… all of you. I want touch all of you."

Kurt's eyes were warm and bright as he craned and pressed their mouths together slowly in a rolling, passionate kiss. He lifted himself up, meeting Blaine's body with his own and trying not to moan at the discovery that he was very hard, and jutting against his hip.

He shifted slowly, wrapping his leg around Blaine's thighs and pushing up against him, sliding so their hips locked together and they could feel each other through their briefs.

Blaine's head dropped onto Kurt's shoulder with a choked-off whimper as they sank back down onto the mattress.

"I want you to," Kurt said.

A thought struck him, an idea flashing behind his eyelids, and it seemed as good a place to start as any.

"You know how you … you touch yourself, on those mornings? You can…" Kurt tried not to flush at the words that were falling out of him. "You can touch me."

Lifting his head again, Blaine watched Kurt's face for a long, drawn out moment, studying his flushed and beautiful features almost breathlessly. He moved very slowly at first, lifting his body away and further down the bed before he glanced up one more time to be sure.

Kurt smiled, rolling his head on the pillow and reaching out to twine fingers encouragingly in Blaine's hair, stroking through it gently, letting the curls slip and coil around his fingertips.

Blaine moved delicately, hooking the edges of Kurt's briefs and drawing them down, hands slipping so lightly over his skin it made Kurt shiver.

He felt exposed with the sudden rush of air over the heated length of his cock, and couldn't stop his muscles from twitching at the sensation.

Settling down on his side and resting his cheek on Kurt's chest, Blaine traced the lines on Kurt's skin, fingers dancing lightly over his thighs before they moved up to the thick, flushed line of his cock, dragging his palm over the exposed underside in a smooth stroke.

Kurt whined softly, doing his best not to writhe under Blaine's careful hands as they explored. Blaine mapped the soft creases of him with callused fingertips, measuring his marks, the dips and curves, the swell of his thighs and the cut of hipbones, committing them to memory without ever saying a word. Finally, he curled strong fingers around the base, sliding his hand up and down in an even, deliberate sweep of his fist.

Panting and twitching, Kurt whined softly from behind him, and Blaine understood now that the sound meant something good, meant he was doing something right.

His own body thrumming with quiet need, Blaine rolled his cheek against Kurt's skin, pressing an open mouth kiss to his belly and nuzzling against the flash and tremor of his muscles as his strokes grew faster, and firmer, and Kurt's breath became percussion on the air.

Blaine took his time, gliding his hand up and down carefully, learning every inch of him. He swept his thumb over the head on an upstroke and felt Kurt jerk slightly, pausing for a second before he kept going, eyes half-lidded with lust and body aching with his own coiling heat as his hips squeezed and released restlessly against the pressure.

He swept his hand up again, over the head, dragging down the slick moisture gathered there and letting out a shuddering breath at the change in the sensation, warm and slick and perfectly heavy in his palm.

Kurt's hand pushed possessively through Blaine's curls, twining a fistful of them between his fingers as he writhed on the bed. His head lolled weakly on the pillow, eyes closed to the slow-building, torturous ebb and flow of pleasure that was pooling in his body just from being touched like this, from being stroked and explored so gently for so long.

By the time his hips were jerking and trying to push up into Blaine's fist, Blaine had lifted up again, propping himself on an elbow as his other hand kept pumping firmly. His gaze trailed lovingly over the flushed and desperate look on Kurt's face, and he twisted his wrist just slightly on an upstroke, the way he'd discovered made Kurt moan, made his legs slip wider apart and his hips thrust shakily.

He lay still, soaking in every gasp, every tremble of Kurt's lips, transfixed and lost to the beauty of him as he fell to pieces in his hands. The sudden, powerful awareness that he did that, that he made Kurt look like that, left Blaine moaning breathlessly, body clenched and aching for friction.

Kurt's fingers tightened slightly in his hair, and his hips twisted on the bed. He whined Blaine's name, high and breathy, eyes closed and head thrown back as he drew in sharp gusts of hair, teetering on the edge of his orgasm.

When he cried out and arched off the mattress, Blaine moved with him, kept stroking him through it as he came hard over his fist, mouth open and eyes clenched shut.

Blaine whimpered and shifted his body, palming himself through his underwear desperately and burying his face against Kurt's chest with a broken moan as he followed.

Kurt blinked at the ceiling, trying to focus, trying to find any kind of actual language beyond the swirl of numbing bliss in his veins and the absence of sound in his ears.

When Blaine rolled against him lightly, he smiled, letting out a soft laugh. "That was..."

Blaine nodded weakly, nuzzling his side, boneless from the aftershocks of his orgasm and trying to get further up the bed with little success.

Kurt laughed again, sliding down the sheet slightly and rolling to meet Blaine's mouth, to suck at his lip and sweep his tongue over his teeth.

"Mmmh." He pulled away. "You're amazing."

Blaine grinned dopily at him, eyes half-lidded and tranquil like he'd never seen them.

"We should shower, clean up," Kurt told him, moving to get up before Blaine's hands caught him frantically.

"But - I-"

"What is it?" Kurt asked quickly.

Blaine looked slightly pained, eyes wider now and honey golden in the wash of morning light. His gaze fell, drifting up the length of Kurt's naked body.

"I … wasn't finished…" he said very softly, resigned.

"Oh!" Kurt cooed and laughed, overwhelmed with the rush of affection that swept over him at the look on Blaine's face; utterly crestfallen that the sex might be over already.

Kurt rolled against him, hands lifting to cradle his head and tip it back so he could kiss him deeply, thumbs stroking through his hair and holding him in place for Kurt to lick into his mouth, to suck on his tongue, to show him. To let Blaine know he was his.

He pulled away with a soft, breathy hum. "We're coming back to bed," he said firmly. "But first. Bathroom. Teeth. Shower."

Blaine grinned back, and gave a little nod.

They shared the shower, and Kurt tried his best not to stare openly at Blaine's naked body, lit up and absolutely breathtaking under the bright, silvery bathroom lights. When Blaine caught him looking a seventh or eighth time, he blushed, and went back to cleaning himself quickly before he felt Blaine's hands on his arms, turning him around.

"Look at me," Blaine said.

Kurt met his eyes, and Blaine shot him a wry look.

"I mean all of me."

He seized a long breath and trailed a hand over Blaine's chest slowly, following it with his eyes, watching the rivulets of water sweep down tan skin in endless racing patterns under his fingertips.

"The book said," he explained softly as Kurt's fingers lingered and pressed against the muscles of his stomach. "S-said that we can enjoy… looking at each other. I … I do. Enjoy looking. At you," he let out a rough breath for emphasis. "Very much. And I mean- if you do too, then-"

"I do," Kurt breathed, hand slipping lower, knuckles brushing over the soft skin below Blaine's belly.

He stepped in closer, impressed with himself at the return of the all-familiar prickle that started in his spine and coiled in his hips. Ducking his head, he pressed open-mouthed kisses to the column of Blaine's neck, and down over his collarbones, sinking lower and lower on his knees as he crowded him against the tile wall of the shower. Blaine's head tipped back, eyes closed and body pliant under Kurt's touch, letting him guide his hips to the wall without really wondering as to why.

It took a moment for him to connect the images in his book with the sudden, hot surge of arousal that came with Kurt's mouth teasing over the inside of his thigh, licking at the beads of water from his skin. Blaine drew a sharp breath, bracing himself on the walls of the shower as Kurt's fingers curled around his cock, stroking it gently. Blaine felt the telling flash of heat, the twitch and the sudden weight that came in concert with getting harder.

"K-Kurt," he whimpered, head rolling on the tile. "Oh … oh my."

Kurt smiled, watching Blaine's beautiful clouded face as he felt his cock grow harder in his hand, perfectly heavy and flushed dark, and making Kurt's mouth water.

He remembered the first time someone else had touched him. He remembered just how different it had felt, how suddenly everything was new and unexpected, how incredible it felt to have someone else making him feel like that.

When he licked an experimental stripe up the underside of Blaine's cock, he felt him twitch against the wall, heard his hands squeak on the tile for grip. Smirking lightly, Kurt mouthed over the head in gentle rolls of his lips, hand sliding smoothly up and down at the same time. Blaine's moan shattered and echoed through the bathroom, louder than Kurt had ever heard him, and the sound only made him sink eagerly deeper, taking more of Blaine in and sucking back, enjoying the press and the taste and the weight of him on his tongue.

Blaine was falling apart quickly, hips quaking and shoulder blades stuttering on the tile. Kurt pressed his free hand against a hipbone, keeping Blaine pinned to the wall as he sank down as far as he could, and hummed a gravelly sound when he pulled back. The telling heat was building in his own body again, burning in his veins, fuelled by the desperate noises Blaine was making and the way he felt in his mouth.

When Blaine called out his name, Kurt pressed in harder, burying Blaine's cock in his throat till his nose was pressed against soft skin. He swallowed over and over as Blaine came down his throat, thrashing against the wall weakly with a fractured cry.

Once Blaine slumped back against the wall, panting, Kurt pulled off and coughed briefly. He blinked the moisture from his eyes, watering from the stretch in his throat, before rising carefully to his feet.

Blaine was on him before he was balanced, pressing him into the wall, kissing and licking and biting at his skin in lazy, hungry sweeps, locking their hips together and sliding in feverish need.

Kurt whined, wrapped both arms around Blaine's shoulders and letting himself be lifted, be pressed against cold tile and owned by Blaine's broad hands, coiling both legs around his waist as their mouths met in sharp, desperate clashes of teeth and tongue.

When they made it back to the bedroom, dry and blissfully warm, Blaine's hands were on him again, guiding him down, spreading him out completely over the soft sheets. Kurt watched him, eyes dark and half-lidded as Blaine lingered over his body, finding the right place to start, suddenly alight with everything he could do, could take, could touch.

Kurt didn't care about anything, anymore. He didn't worry about his skin care routine, he didn't miss breakfast. He didn't feel hungry.

He sank into the welcoming arms of his bed, body open and exposed, revelling in the intensity of being explored inch by inch with long strokes and soft kisses, gentle presses of fingers and lips and tongue. It was heady, and aching, and exquisitely torturous. He didn't know if hours had passed or entire days before he came again, this time with Blaine's mouth on him, sucking him eagerly, eyes rolling back in his head as he took all of Kurt and wanted more.

Kurt felt like he was floating, lost in the haze and drifting in and out of coherent thought as Blaine kept going, kept finding new places to tease and bite and mouth over, licking patterns into his thighs and pressing kisses up the ladder of his ribs.

He managed to find enough strength and control over his trembling, sweat-soaked body to locate the bottle of lube in his side table, handing it to Blaine and watching as he eyed it carefully, trying not to smile.

Any other time he would have felt embarrassed at needing to explain, but after hours of being so intimately and thoroughly explored, he didn't feel coy about anything anymore.

"It's for when you're inside me," he said softly.

Blaine's eyes widened in surprise, bright and flashing with a sudden clarity.

Kurt wondered how much detail Blaine's book had gone into about preparation, but any concerns were quickly dismissed when Blaine opened the bottle and swept the smooth, silky liquid over his fingers.

As Blaine settled down on the mattress beside him, Kurt rolled over, hip pressed against Blaine's knee. He gave in to the sudden urge to reach out and touch, letting his hand stroke lovingly over Blaine's thigh while he waited.

Blaine moved just as slowly as he had been all day, learning the angles and the muscles of Kurt's back, discovering new favourite spots to linger and worship with his mouth. He got lost in the places that made Kurt dizzy, that made him louder, kissing sweetly over the top of his spine, and the soft skin just above the swell of his ass.

He palmed over the curve roughly with his dry hand, fingers kneading into the muscle, and Kurt moaned at the sudden hard contact. He felt like his body was on fire again, cock pulsing with heat, trapped against the mattress as Blaine's slick fingers massaged soft skin, dragging between his cheeks and making him writhe.

When Blaine slipped inside of him the world went white behind his eyes, and his hips canted back, legs spreading as he whined desperately into his pillow, begging for more.

Blaine's lips parted in awe, eyes blown wide and lustful as he watched Kurt move under his hand. He gave him what he needed, pressing past the tight ring of muscle in long, experimental twists of his finger, head falling to rest on Kurt's back when he couldn't hold himself up anymore as the sheer intensity of what he was doing overtook him. He whined against Kurt's trembling skin, sinking his fingers deeper as Kurt's hips rocked, fucking back onto Blaine's fingers.

"Kurt," Blaine managed between harsh, shaky breaths, lost and aching all over with a deep, hot want that he couldn't put words to, the need to feel more, to be inside of Kurt, to be closer than this.

"More," Kurt insisted, grunting into the pillow.

It took a moment for Blaine to catch his meaning before he added another finger, plunging deeply and drawing back, trying to keep steady under the incredible feeling of Kurt's body squeezing around his fingers so tightly.

After a few more strokes, he added a third finger carefully, closing his eyes to the sharp thrill of pleasure that racked his body at the sound of Kurt moaning so brokenly, at the feel of Kurt's body pressing into his hand. He tried to breathe evenly, lost in the warmth inside of Kurt and the tight squeeze of his muscles. He felt like he was falling to pieces, sliding his fingers in and out of Kurt's body and stretching him open, experimentation lost to the mindlessness of wanting so much more.

"Blaine," Kurt whined softly, hand petting at his shoulder. "P-please, you can-"

Blaine lifted his head and let out a soft, broken breath at the sight of him, spread on the bed and staring back down through impossibly dark, hazy blue eyes.

Shakily, Blaine moved up to his knees, shifting to kneel over Kurt's thighs and gathering the bottle to slick himself up carefully. His hands were unsteady, and he took a moment to breathe, to stroke himself smoothly as he shifted to kneel between Kurt's legs. His gaze trailed over the curve of Kurt's raised ass and the open, wet stretch of his hole. Breathless and overwhelmed, Blaine rocked forward, leaning over Kurt to pepper gentle kisses across his shoulders.

Kurt's breath hitched when he felt the blunt tip of Blaine's cock pushing against him, opening him up with a sweet and familiar burn. He moaned loudly, unwilling to hold in any sound as the perfect, thick heat of Blaine slowly sank inside of him, filling him and making his blood scream for movement, for weight, for anything more.

Blaine let out a choked noise that sounded like a sob, but it prickled Kurt's skin and made his hips twitch against the mattress; the realisation that Blaine was inside of him, Blaine was buried in him to the hilt, and falling apart with pleasure because of it.

When Blaine started rocking softly, Kurt gasped, legs spreading open helplessly as each stroke pushed him into the mattress. He felt a sudden, welcome weight drape over his back as Blaine covered him, broad hands grazing over his sides and slipping between his chest and the mattress as he coiled both arms around Kurt tight and started fucking into him faster.

"Oh god," Kurt moaned, "Blaine, oh. Please."

Encouraged by the breathless pleading, Blaine snapped his hips up harder, moving with the primal instinct of his body, strung out and soundless with pleasure he'd never known before. He sank into the warmth of Kurt again and again, stunned at the how incredible the sound of their two bodies meeting with each thrust made him feel. It was powerful and heady, the heat spreading open under his skin, burning and sinking into his bones with the need to hold all of Kurt, to touch him everywhere, to stay inside of him and never let go.

They slid up the sheets as his thrusts grew harder, coiled together and writhing, rocking and crying out at every sharp slap as Blaine's hips pulled back higher each time. He felt it building, this time, the warning in his spine and the burn in his thighs mingling on the edge of pain, making him keen and stutter for breath as he buried himself deep, arms tightening around Kurt's body as he came.

Kurt pushed his hips up, felt his body spasm and draw tight around the thick weight of Blaine inside of him. His knees flared sideways, hips rutting between the mattress and the cock buried in his ass as his orgasm struck him full force, sending blinding electricity into every nerve and blacking out the stars behind his eyelids.

It took a long time for the sheer weight of Blaine on top of him to register, but even under the crush of it, he couldn't find a part of him that cared. Blaine was warm, and sweat-damp, coiled around him perfectly and still deep inside. Kurt sighed shakily, blinking and trying to keep his eyes open, lost in the dull hum of his post-orgasm haze and the reverb of their breathing.

Blaine finally stirred several minutes later, shifting almost imperceptibly above him to press weak, messy kisses to his shoulder.

"I love you," he whispered, voice breathless but still so achingly sincere. Just as it had always been. "Are you… are you alright?"

There was a twinge of concern in Blaine's voice, and Kurt rolled to taste the pillow with his grin. "I'm wonderful."

Blaine smiled and relaxed with a sigh on top of him, cheek rubbing against Kurt's shoulder as he snuggled down.

Kurt huffed a tiny laugh, slowly becoming more and more aware of his body as he came down from the high. He realised Blaine's arms were still wrapped around him, pinned against the bed and sticky with his come.

"Can you still feel your arms?" Kurt mumbled.

"No," Blaine said simply, unmoving, as if that was that.

Kurt chuckled.

They lay still for too long, and when they finally moved they both groaned at the discomfort of getting up, of letting go. Another shared shower left them both sleepy and pliant, but still clinging and touching each other almost constantly, going over every familiar curve and angle like it was a lesson.

Kurt spent hours curled in Blaine's lap, content to simply be held and to let Blaine worship all the places he'd fallen in love with. He mouthed at the curve of Kurt's jaw and the expanse of his pale throat, cupped the swell of his ass and squeezed softly, loving the feel of it, firm in both hands. The afternoon was slow, and sweet; perfectly relaxed after a morning of tireless lovemaking and unspoken promises.

When night fell again, Kurt stirred from sleep, stunned that they'd drifted off.

It's not like you didn't wear each other out, the voice inside reminded him dryly.

With a smile, he rolled onto his side and watched the line of Blaine's profile where his head rested gently against the pillow. I could do this forever with you.

His heart jolted sharply in his chest when the green flare of his clock bled into his vision against the dark, and his stomach gurgled weakly in protest to being empty.

Six hours to midnight.

They had time to eat. Time to get dressed, and for him to call his father. Time for his heart to break just a little with goodbye, and mend again in the warmth of Blaine's arms.

He leaned over, brushing fingers over Blaine's jaw and dipping to press their mouths together softly, sweeping his tongue over Blaine's lip and coaxing him awake.

"Mmmmh," Blaine murmured, eyes fluttering open slowly.

"Come on, Sleeping Beauty," Kurt said, "we have to get up."

"Nooo," Blaine whined groggily, twisting in the sheets to curl his arms around Kurt's body and pull him close. "Stay."

Laughing softly, Kurt couldn't help the worried furrow of his brow as his eyes fell to the clock.

"We have to, Blaine, come on." He dropped another kiss on his temple, working his way out of Blaine's arms. "We have a plan to see through."

Blaine hauled himself gracelessly up into a sitting position after Kurt slipped off the bed to find his clothes, flicking on the light.

He winced the rise of bile inside, the sudden sick feeling that came with the knowledge that this new world was about to slip through his fingers.

Blaine wanted to hate it, wanted to loathe Sebastian for bringing him here, for stealing him away again against his will. But he knew, as he watched Kurt pull on his shirt, that he could never bring himself to hate the one thing that had given him this moment.

He slid off the bed, pulling on his own clothes as quickly as he could find them, and turning to find Kurt again soon after. He closed the gap between them, wrapping both arms around Kurt's waist and pressing soft kisses to his lips in quick succession.

"Thank you," he uttered softly.

Kurt quirked an eyebrow at him. "For what? For the mind-blowing sex? Because I'm pretty sure that was about ninety percent you, and your magical sex book. We're taking that with us, by the way."

Blaine's laugh settled into an adoring smile. "No," he said, "that, as well, but…."

Curious, Kurt leaned back, watching him carefully.

"Thank you for saving me," he whispered, eyes bright and earnest.

"Oh," Kurt breathed, and expression settled into a warm smile.

"No matter what happens," Blaine said seriously, meeting Kurt's eyes. "I will always love you."

Kurt hushed him with another kiss, fingers gliding over his cheek. "Shh, no," he said softly. "Don't talk like that, we're going together. You can't-" he pressed another quick, desperate kiss to Blaine's lips, arms wrapping around his shoulders. "You can't leave me."

"I won't," Blaine promised. "I - I wish we could stay."

"So do I," Kurt said softly. "But I would build Daltasia from the ground up with my bare hands, if it meant I get to keep you."

Blaine laughed, eyes wet with tears. "You're starting to sound like me."

Kurt rested their foreheads together, chuckling and letting his eyes fall closed. "I know, I just heard it."

There was a long pause while they held on to each other in the quiet of the evening, both lingering on unwanted thoughts and fears. The silence finally broke with Kurt's shaky voice.

"This will work," he said.

"It will," Blaine agreed softly, rubbing a soothing hand over Kurt's back, mindful of his bruises.

Kurt sighed heavily, forcing down the flare of panic at the back of his mind and squeezing Blaine tight in his arms.

This will work.