After nearly two weeks with Charlie in the house, everybody settled in a quite comfortable new routine. They were taking turns on waking up an hour earlier to get Charlie ready before her transportation would take her up to bring her to school. Usually Burt was the one to do it, since he had a more flexible schedule with the garage.

Even in her condition, Charlie was attending a special school. She didn't have any proper classes other than doing activities that would stimulate her. For example, she had a special kind of splint that was attached to her arm so she could play the piano. She wasn't able to do any songs but when she was moving her arm it would hit the piano's keys and doing sounds. This little action made her realize that a movement she just made had a repercussion on the world surrounding her. Plus, she thought it was fun and she was enjoying it.

When Charlie was back from school, an hour after Kurt and Blaine, one of them would change her, give her her medication and make her dinner. Since she was going to bed at around seven thirty, she was the first to eat at around five.

Then, Kurt or Blaine, whomever hadn't taken care of her yet, would bring her upstairs in his arms (it wasn't that hard) and bathe her and tuck her in her bed and pull up the bed rail, to make sure she wouldn't fall during the night. It was also important to cover the bedrail with a blanket to make sure that she would not get tangled in it. The Child Services had delivered a hospital bed just for her.

Usually, they would sing to her and read her a story. They would also turn on the radio and make sure she had enough blankets because she was getting cold easily.

The routine would start over the morning after.

As interesting as their new routine was, Blaine still enjoyed the old one. In fact, he truly appreciated the way that Kurt was still able to share a bed with him during the weekends. Especially moments like this, when Kurt had his mouth on him. Even though it wasn't the first time experiencing this feeling, Blaine knew he would never get tired of it. Kurt's wet and warm hand around the base of his cock and Kurt's tongue circling its head was just too good to be true. In the back of his head, he almost felt ashamed to think: I now understand why people would pay $50 to have someone do this to them.

Kurt, on the other hand, loved the fact that he could make Blaine feel this way, like he was boneless. Every little whimper Blaine let out had a direct effect on his own cock.

Lying on his back, Blaine couldn't do anything more than hold on to his pillow, on each side of his head, scared that he would hurt Kurt if he took a hold of his hair. He also tried his best not to move too much. He didn't want to make his boyfriend choke.

Kurt was licking and sucking and bobbing his head, trying to throw Blaine over the edge while he himself tried to get any friction he could by moving his hips on the bed. Kurt then felt a twitch in Blaine's cock and he heard Blaine say his name in a broken voice. Kurt removed his mouth from his boyfriend's length and pumped with his hand. Three strokes later Blaine was coming hard on his bare stomach in a silent cry. Seeing his boyfriend's climax was all it took for Kurt to come in his pyjama pants.

When they both had evened their breath, Kurt sat up and looked at his come-stripped hand. Raising his eyes, he saw that Blaine was looking at him so he poked out his tongue and tasted his boyfriend's come. When he was done cleaning his hand, Blaine was still looking at him with lust blown eyes but still filled with questions.

"I - I wanted to know the taste... So maybe - maybe next time... I could try to, you know... Swallow?"

With a groan, Blaine took Kurt's hand and urged him to lie on the bed next to him. He then kissed him hard, shoving his tongue in Kurt's mouth. He moaned when he tasted himself for the first time on his boyfriend's tongue. He also felt his cock valiantly trying to get hard again.

Kurt soon pulled away, though.

"I'm disgusting." he said before Blaine could even protest. "I need to change. I'll be right back."

"Don't be too long... I'm not done with you!"

Kurt smiled and stood up. He then took the washcloth on the bedside table and threw it to Blaine.

"Clean up yourself in the mean time!" Kurt said, with a wicked smile.

Blaine looked at his boyfriend leaving his room with a look full of awe. Kurt was swinging his hips purposefully. Who knew that Kurt had this amount of sexiness in him!

While wiping his stomach, Blaine tried to compare, in his head, the three Kurts he knew. The first one being the Lovely Kurt from home, the one who was taking care of everybody with so much attention, patience and love. This Kurt was the sweetest. The second one being Icy Kurt from school - the one who had been "created" by years of bullying that had finally made Kurt pull up all the defences he could in order to protect himself from the world. This Kurt might have been the strongest. The third but not the least was Sexy Kurt, the one he only knew in the bedroom. Blaine was also the only one to know about this side of Kurt and he was proud to be. This Kurt may or may not have been Blaine's favourite.

When he was done cleaning himself, Blaine threw the washcloth in the vague direction of the hamper and pulled up his pyjamas pants. He then rolled over so he was looking at the door and waited for Kurt to be back. The bed was feeling empty and he had planned a lot more kissing for the night.

Blaine woke up, panting. He just had a nightmare, where his parents found him again because they had hired a private detective.

Money can do anything, Blaine, his father had said in the dream.

They had taken him back with them, into their old house near Westerville. They had locked him up in his room, waiting until "The Gay Phase" was done. He remembered Kurt talking from the other side of the door, yelling to get Blaine back but his parents saying that Blaine now had a girlfriend and had left his silly gay years behind. He also remembered seeing Dr. Larson who was telling him that getting back in his parents' house was just a normal thing and that they would take care of him now.

He also remembered about a meeting with Liz. Liz who was telling him that everything was in order and that he was officially back in his parents' house. She also told him that it wasn't good of him to lie and that he should not run away from his house ever again. Blaine tried to explain to her that he never ran away but Liz just shrugged and said -

That's what every kid says. Don't ever run away again, Blaine! Now I'm locking the door again and it's for your own good. And she left the bedroom.

He clenched his fists with a growl, feeling sick about his dream. Even in his dreams his parents chased him. He was safe now, he knew it, he wasn't crying anymore. But it was still painful sometimes. Knowing that Kurt must have been disappointed from his falling asleep when he came back from changing, Blaine rolled over in his bed, trying to reach for him. He found the other side of the bed empty.

Startled, Blaine looked at the alarm clock. The red numbers told him it was 2:17 in the morning. Wondering where Kurt could be, he stood up and went looking for his boyfriend. They had two nights a week together in bed. He wouldn't miss one.

He walked down the hall to Kurt's room, finding the door open and the bed empty. He looked at Kurt's en-suite bathroom but the light was off. Puzzled, Blaine started to make his way towards the staircase. Maybe Kurt was downstairs getting a glass of juice. It was unlikely but it was a possibility.

However, when he passed in front of Charlie's room, he found Kurt, sitting in the rocking chair, sleeping.

He was definitely cold - his arms were around his chest, acting as a protective shield from the bitter cold of December.

Trying not to scare him, Blaine kissed his boyfriend gently on the temple and whispered in his ear.

"Wake up, sweetie. It's time to get you to bed."

Kurt moved a bit and stretched his arms

"Blaine?" he said questioningly

"Come on!" Blaine responded, pulling Kurt on his feet.

When they reached Blaine's room, Kurt felt the need to explain himself on the reason why he hadn't made his way back to Blaine's room.

"I'm so sorry! It's just that after I changed I went to Charlie's room to see if she was asleep and she wasn't so I changed her and I sang to her from the rocking chair and I guess I fell asleep and..."

But he was cut off by Blaine kissing him gently.

"It's okay." Blaine said "I get it. Now, let's get to bed and sleep, okay? It's rather late, and I have to get up early for Charlie in the morning."

Kurt smiled a little, feeling proud of Blaine who was so willing to take care of Charlie on a Saturday morning to let Burt have a lazy morning.

Blaine settled himself back in bed, pulling Kurt's arm so he would lay down too. It was Kurt's turn to be the little spoon so Blaine was circled his arms around his boyfriend's waist and nuzzled the back of his neck sleepily.

Kurt then closed his eyes and concentrated on Blaine's even breathing, trying not to feel awful about not keeping his promise to come back to bed to Blaine. When he thought of the reason why he fell asleep, he started to think about Charlie and he wondered if she was asleep now; he had not take the time to check when he left her bedroom a few minutes earlier.

He knew that Charlie didn't sleep at all on some nights and that it was okay.

He stirred a little in Blaine's arms, feeling a little uneasy.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked softly

"Was Charlie asleep when you were in her bedroom earlier?"

"Yeah... she was..."

The room was silent for a minute or two before Kurt spoke again.

"I'm such a mood killer... I'm so sorry I've ruined our Friday night together..."

"There's always tomorrow" Blaine responded, with his eyes heavy.

"I know, but it's a lost night now, and..."

"I don't care, let's just sleep and forget it, okay?" Blaine managed to say in between two yawns

"Okay..."

"Love you..."

"Love you too"