Kurt stumbled to Nick and Jeff's apartment, knocking shakily on the door. Jeff was working late this evening, so Nick opened the door and was met by a crying boy.

"Kurt! What happened!?" he asked, sounded shocked while he pulled Kurt in for a tight hug.

"M-Me and Blaine had a f-fight,” he sobbed into Nick's shoulder. "We screamed at each other..."

"Oh, honey," Nick soothed. "Come inside," he said gently and let Kurt to their couch. "Now, what was it all about?" Kurt hesitated, looking down at his hands. What if Nick yelled at him too?
"I... I kind of haven't been eating..." he whispered. Nick froze and sucked in a breath.

"What do you mean? You haven't eaten anything? For how long?"

"I..." Kurt shrugged a little nervously. "I guess it's been coming on since I got my sight back? I don't know... I've been eating almost nothing for about two weeks though,” he murmured.

"How did he find out?" asked Nick, completely terrified. Kurt was crying again.

"H-He... He w-wanted sex and I t-tried to flinch away but he p-put his hand on my waist and then... he m-made me take my shirt off. He was s-so angry. He screamed at me." Kurt shuddered at the memory, he never wanted to see Blaine that angry again. Nick nodded, understanding the situation, and Blaine’s reaction.

"What did he tell you?" asked Nick, still making no effort to comfort Kurt.

"I don't know..." Kurt whispered miserably. "He was just so angry. And then he was crying... He made it sound like he'd wasted all of his time on me. But... I did this for him." Kurt looked up and met Nick's eyes, his eyes shining with so much honesty that it was obvious that was really how he felt."Do you... Do you want to see?" Kurt asked. Nick nodded slowly and then watched his best friend pull up his shirt to reveal a number of bones and a thin waist.

"Kurt..." he whispered, his eyes wide. He let out a small sob. "Why?"

"I don't feel like I'm good enough," Kurt admitted weakly. "For Blaine,and for anything. I've always had... had issues with my weight." He looked into Nick's eyes, he'd never told him much about the care home. "I was sent to the home when I was just four... I was bullied by the kids and ignored by the staff, they didn't even let me go to the hospital for my check ups. There were these two kids... Karofsky and Azimio. They were worse than anyone. They'd snap my cane, they'd lock me in closets, sometimes they'd even beat me up, but mainly... They'd sit on either side of me at dinner and steal the majority of my food. They did that for years, and I was already small for my age... Eventually, I got really underweight and I stayed that way. They made me believe that I- that I didn't deserve food. Then Blaine came along and put a stop to it, made sure I ate, but it was hard going and it hurt, I wasn't used to eating a lot and I still wasn't certain I deserved to eat at all. Then I got my sight back and I saw my body and I... I burst out crying, I hated myself. I still do. B-But... Blaine loved me when I was skinny and I was scared... I was scared that if I put on weight he wouldn't love me anymore. And... He does so much for me, so much. And I still don't feel like I have the right to eat whatever I want." Kurt was panting hard, very aware that he'd just told Nick more about the home in five minutes than he had in two years. Nick's eyes went soft. He reached out for the other man.

"Come here," he offered. "I had no idea, Kurt, and I'm so sorry." He stroke Kurt's hair gently and soothed him. When he stopped crying, Nick turned to look at him. "Kurt, what do you see when you look at Blaine?"

"He's perfect. He's beautiful,” Kurt whispered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Why?"

"When I look at Jeff," Nick said dreamily. "I see a future, a beautiful man, my safety, the love of my life and I see a beautiful heart." He looked at Kurt. "That's what love is about. All your bad habits and annoying things about you become perfection for the other person. Isn’t that how you feel about Blaine? You know he has flaws, but he’s still perfect to you.” Kurt nodded.

"He's my everything. Without him, there'd be nothing... He's- he’s so compassionate and generous. I've never known anyone as kind of selfless as him and now... n-now he hates me."

"He loves you, Kurt. That's exactly why he's mad at you over this. You hurt yourself, you hurt your own body. You two had this fight because he loves you too much to let it pass by.” Kurt nodded slowly, letting the words sink in. Then Nick spoke again. “But...K-Kurt, I think you have anorexia..." he said shakily. Kurt shook his head.

"Don't be stupid... That's really serious. I'm fine, just a little skinny..."

"Kurt, I need you to answer this honestly now." He looked into Kurt's eyes, making it impossible for him to lie. "Do you throw up your food on purpose?"

"S-Sometimes..." Kurt admitted reluctantly. Nick sighed, he was getting a little upset.

"Why? You think Blaine will love you more? You think it's beautiful to have bones showing over your entire body?" He looked down and shook his head slowly. "Sorry... I'm just trying to understand..."

"I didn't mean it to go this far," Kurt said softly. "Honestly I was just trying to stay the weight I was but... Everything snowballed and I started losing more weight and now I c-can't stop..."

"That's called anorexia, Kurt," Nick sighed. "You should go talk to Blaine. He shouldn't have screamed at you, but you shouldn't have hid this from him either. Go sort things out, okay? I can give you a ride back." Kurt shook his head.

"N-No..." He was genuinely scared, people screaming at him still terrified him. "Please let me stay here? Just tonight?" Nick eyed Kurt for a moment.

"Okay then, but you have to fix this tomorrow. Send him a text and tell him where you are, okay? And you can take the couch, if that's okay with you." He left the room for a moment to go and get some sheets. He helped him make the bed and then pulled him in for a long hug. "It's all going to be okay, little brother." He smiled and pulled back. "Don't forget to text him." He gave Kurt one more smile before going to his and Jeff's bedroom. Kurt fell asleep before he could text Blaine.
Nick slipped in bed to wait for his husband to get back from work and sighed, picking up his phone.

To Blaine: I told Kurt to text you, but I doubt he will. He's staying here for the night. Call me tomorrow, I think you need to know some stuff about Kurt and he probably won't tell you himself.

:)

Blaine woke up at seven the next morning and immediately started crying when he thought of the previous day's events. Then he suddenly got worried. Where was Kurt? He reached for his phone and read a text from Nick. His sweaty fingers slipped on the buttons as he dialed Nick's number.

"Hey Blaine," Nick said tiredly into his phone. He'd been up on and off all night, Kurt kept having nightmares.

"H-How's Kurt?" he asked shakily, not sure if it was the right thing to say.

"He's been having nightmares all night," Nick sighed. "You really scared him... Look, Blaine. Kurt has anorexia. He admitted to me that he hasn't felt like he deserves food ever since he was a little kid."

"Well, I sort of figured that he has anorexia, but I- Wait... What do you mean, deserve food?"

"Ever since those kids used to steal his food… They convinced him that he wasn't worth anything, that he didn't deserve to eat. He still believes it." Blaine took a deep breath.

"I want to see him, Nick. I have to see him. Could you drive him over here or should I come to your place? I sort of want to talk to him alone." Nick sighed down the phone.

“I'll bring him to you, but he won't like it." Those words felt like a stab right in Blaine's heart.

Wha- What do you mean?" he sobbed. He was already crying again.

"I mean that you scared him, Blaine. You know he doesn't respond well to being shouted at. Look... He was wrong, so wrong but he's sick, Blaine, you need to be patient." Blaine's heart sunk in his chest. He had scared the person who he loved more than anything.

"When can I see him?" he asked quietly.

"I'll bring him over now."

After some persuading, Nick got a sleepy and reluctant Kurt into his car. He dropped him off at the doorstep to their apartment, kissed his forehead and drove away. Kurt hesitated and then knocked softly on the door.

Blaine scrambled up from the couch and rushed to open the door. His eyes were red and puffy from crying.

"Kurt," he breathed when he saw the other boy. "Kurt, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be," Kurt whispered, not making eye contact with Blaine. "It was my fault."

"I- I shouldn't have shouted at you. I know how that makes you feel. I should have known better." Blaine looked down at the floor, his eyes shining with fresh tears.

"Honestly, don't worry about it," Kurt whispered, taking Blaine's hand. "I'm sorry, Blaine... I'm so sorry that I lied to you." Blaine looked up at Kurt.

"You can never do that again, Kurt. You have to tell me when things like this happen," Blaine sobbed out. Kurt nodded.

"I promise. I... I never meant for it to get this bad." Blaine reached out to pull Kurt in for a warm hug. He sobbed into Kurt's hair and held him close.

"I love you," Kurt whimpered. "I'm sorry I ran away."

"It-It's okay. I think we both needed some space." Blaine hugged Kurt tighter and kept on sobbing. When the tears stopped running down his cheeks, he spoke softly. "I had a cousin called Susanne. We were really close and I loved her like my sister. When she was fourteen years old, she stopped eating. She wanted to look as skinny as the other girls at school. That's what she told me. One year later, the anorexia took her life. The need to be skinny killed her. That was one year before I met you. When- when I saw you yesterday I just- I couldn't stop thinking about it. You can't leave me, Kurt." He cried brokenly, tears streaming down his face.

"I'm sorry, Blaine, I... I didn't know." Kurt cried softly. "I'm scared, Blaine... I don't know how to stop..."

"We'll make it through together, okay? We'll make you okay again." He slowly leaned in for a kiss, not sure if Kurt wanted it. Kurt kissed back gently.

"Did-did Nick tell you what I told him?"

"He told me some of it. Kurt... You can't say that you don't deserve food. You deserve so much more than just food..." He walked them to the couch and sat down, placing Kurt in his lap and hugging him from behind. Kurt shrugged.

"It's just the mindset that I got drilled into me when I was little. And it's not just food, I... I don't really feel like I deserve anything..." Blaine winced a little.

"You deserve everything, Kurt. What should I do to make you understand that?"

"I don't know," Kurt admitted. "I think it'll just take time. It'll be easier once we move and people are constantly reminding me that I'm nothing." Blaine pressed a soft kiss to Kurt's neck.

"I love you, okay? Don't you ever forget it."

"Even when I look like this?" Kurt hesitated.

"I love you with anorexia, I'd love you if you had cancer, I'd love you if you were fat, I'd love you if you still were blind, I'd love you if you were deaf... I love you no matter what. I love you for being you."

"Blaine... I love you. I love you so much. I can't wait until we can get away from here and start our new life." Blaine suddenly turned serious.

"Kurt... Will you let me take you to a doctor?" Kurt froze.

"They'll think I'm insane,” he whispered.

"No, this is an ordinary disease, Kurt. But if you let it go too far, it's..." Blaine swallowed thickly, trying not to cry. Kurt nodded uncertainly.

"You'll never leave me alone with Doctors?"

"Never," Blaine whispered. "The faster you get better, the faster we can move, right?"

"Y-Yeah, okay." Kurt didn't want to see a doctor. He was scared, terrified. But he'd do it for Blaine.

"Thank you, Kurt. I wouldn't-" he swallowed hard. "I wouldn't cope if I ever lost you."

"I'm not going anywhere, Blaine. But it isn't... It isn't that bad, right?"

"Kurt, you look just as bad as she looked about three months before she died. What if- what if I wouldn't have found out..." He shook his head and buried it in the back of Kurt's neck. Kurt bit his lip, suddenly even more scared.

"I... I wasn't going to tell you."

"You would've died, Kurt. I would have lost everything that mattered to me in this world..." Blaine turned Kurt around to look into his eyes. "You- you can't die..."

"I don't want to," Kurt sobbed. "I want to stay here with you..."

"Shh..." Blaine tried to soothe, but he was crying, too so it wasn't really to any use. "Just stay with me. Everything will be okay in the end..." Kurt nodded, whimpering into Blaine's shoulder. The two boys fell asleep like that, entwined in every possible way.

:)

Kurt woke up around an hour later and padded into the kitchen. He made himself a cheese sandwich, took a deep breath and ate the whole thing. He sat in the kitchen, pleased and disgusted with himself at the same time, when suddenly his stomach started cramping up in painful cramps like he'd never felt in his life. He ran to the sink just in time and the whole sandwich came back up. He was throwing up violently when he heard Blaine's voice calling for him. Blaine followed the weird sound and found Kurt quickly.

"Shh..." he soothed and rubbed Kurt's back gently. He would ask more later. Kurt finally had no more in him to throw up. He took the glass of water that Blaine handed him and sipped it slowly as he pulled himself up to sit on the work surface. Blaine took Kurt's hand gently in his own.

"Baby, what happened?"

"I-I wanted to eat... to do something to make myself better. I made a cheese sandwich and I ate it, but then my stomach cramped and I threw up..." Silent tears were flowing down Kurt's cheeks. "I j-just wanted to m-make you proud of me..." Blaine smiled sadly.

"Baby... Don't do that to yourself. You have to increase the food slowly. And also, I'm so proud of you all the time." He gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "Go sit down. I'll make you something to eat." Blaine toasted some white bread, put a thin layer of butter on it and then gave it to Kurt along with half a glass of milk. "There. Try to keep it down now, okay?" Kurt nodded sadly and nibbled at the toast slowly.

"I didn't mean to throw up, honestly."

"I know you didn't. You promised me to never do that again, remember?" Kurt nodded.

"I won't, I swear." Blaine grinned as Kurt finished the food.

"Does it feel like it's coming up?"

"It... It hurts a little, but I think I can keep it down."

"Good," said Blaine softly. "Thank you, Kurt. You being healthy means everything to me." Kurt nodded, sniffling.

"Do you still want me to see a doctor?"

"I don't know..." Blaine bit his lip. "We can wait for a week and see how things go. Is that okay?"

"Okay." They walked over to the couch and Kurt curled into Blaine's side, clutching his stomach and whimpering as it cramped up. "I h-hate this..." Blaine winced as Kurt whimpered in pain.

"Baby, come here. Take off your shirt and lay down in my lap, stomach up." Kurt hesitated.

"You won't get mad again when you see me?"

"I won't, I promise. Here, lay down. I have an idea," Blaine smiled gently.

"Okay..." Kurt took off his shirt and lay down like Blaine had requested. "What are you going to do?" Blaine ignored Kurt's way-too-thin-waist and spoke softly.

"Every time you are in pain from eating, I want you to imagine this, okay?" He started gently massaging Kurt's soft hair first. "Close your eyes..." Kurt did what he was told, closing his eyes and practically purring as Blaine stroked his hair. Blaine spoke slowly, making sure Kurt took in every word.

"Imagine our wedding. Wintertime in New York. Both of us are dressed up in beautiful suits, perfectly fitted. We walk down the aisle hand in hand. I pretend to listen to the minister, but actually, I only have eyes for you. You look breathtakingly stunning and I can't tear my eyes away. Our fingers are entwined during the whole ceremony, until the priest tells us to make our vows. I say mine first. I talk about how much I love you and I promise to love you forever and ever. Then you say your vows. I still can't look away from you. You're so beautiful. He tells us that we are now husband and husband and that we may kiss. I kiss you long, probably longer than I should. And then we are married." Blaine smiled and continued massaging down Kurt's body gently. "Then you're officially mine forever."

Kurt relaxed into Blaine's touch as he listened to him talk. His stomach was still killing him, but he was concentrating anymore, he was concentrating on what Blaine was saying.

"Is-Is this all okay?" asked Blaine nervously. "Is it good?"

"It's perfect,” Kurt murmured. Blaine smiled and continued softy. He gently put his hands on Kurt's stomach, letting them rest there for a moment before rubbing small, light circles.

"Then we go to South Africa. I make love to you on the first night there. It's our first time as a married couple. We have three amazing weeks there. We see lions and elephants and all kinds of animals at a safari. We take goofy pictures of us kissing in all kinds of different ways. We laugh together, we do everything together. I fall in love with you all over again and I have never loved you more. Eventually, we have to go home. We are sad to leave beautiful Africa, but we are also eager to start our life as husbands." Blaine leant down to kiss Kurt's forehead, his hands still gently on his stomach. "Baby, I hope you realize that I'm not making anything up. This is our future." He smiled sweetly. "Can you see it all in front of you?" Kurt nodded, his eyes filling with tears.

"I never thought I'd get a future,” he admitted softly. "I always presumed I'd be alone and blind for the rest of my life..." Blaine smiled, happy with the fact that Kurt wasn't whining in pain anymore.

"You have such a bright future ahead of you. You've had enough pain for a lifetime." He kept rubbing Kurt's stomach softly. Kurt closed his eyes, tears running down his cheeks.

"But this time, it's my own fault,” he whispered. Blaine couldn't deny that fact.

"Yes, it is your own fault. But there's nothing to do about it now. All we can do is concentrate on getting you better." Kurt flinched a little and nodded. Blaine leaned down to kiss him reassuringly.

"I'm so sorry that I yelled at you, Kurt. Fighting with you is the worst thing I've ever done. Let's never do it again."

"Okay." Kurt nodded eagerly. "I was... I was so scared. I was scared you didn't love me anymore. Nick said that it's because you love me that you got angry.”

"Nick was right. I got mad at you for hurting yourself, and for lying to me. I know you still don't believe it, but you matter, Kurt. I said that I love you forever. I meant that."

"I love you too," Kurt breathed. "More than anything. I can't wait to be married. And well, technically I never lied to you..." Blaine shook his head.

"Don't go there, Kurt. You lied to me for weeks, hell, months! I know it wasn't straight out lies, but it still counts as it."

"I never told you I was eating,” he muttered.

"But you fucking ate in front of me and then went to throw it all up!" Blaine knew he shouldn't, but he was getting angry again.

"I never actually threw up intentionally," Kurt whispered honestly. "Every time I ate, I intended to keep it down..."

"Wh-what? But Nick told me. He told me he had asked you and you had said yes. Don't lie to me, Kurt. Please just let me know the truth..." Kurt was still lying shirtless in Blaine's lap. Kurt sighed.

"I made myself throw up,” he clarified. "But only because it hurt too much not to."

"Physically or mentally?" asked Blaine seriously.

"B-Both..." Kurt whispered shakily. "Mainly physically." Blaine nodded.

"I'm not mad at you, Kurt. I forgave you and you forgave me. But I still need you to be completely honest with me. Can you tell me everything from the beginning? How and when it started and up to today." Kurt nodded a little uncertainly. He told him everything he'd told Nick the night before, going into how little he thought about himself, explaining how he'd only been trying to stay the size that he was and how it had spiraled out of his control and gotten to the point where even when he tried to get better and start eating, but his body wouldn't let him.

Blaine listened carefully at Kurt's every word. When he finished, Blaine smiled a little.

"I'm so proud of you." His eyes were filled with tears.

"W-Why?" Kurt frowned, genuinely confused.

"Because," Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's stomach. "You were brave enough to tell me everything, because you want to get better. And because I'm always proud of you. I'm proud to call you my fiancé."

"So you're not angry with me anymore?" he whispered. "You understand a little bit?"

"I told you, Kurt, I'm not angry. I was yesterday, but I have forgiven you. I do understand your intentions, but it was stupid. I love you no matter what. We've been together for two years and I loved you from the day I met you. Do- do you remember that day?  The day we met?" he asked cautiously. Kurt nodded, hesitating a little.

"I was pathetic."

"Hey, what do you mean?" asked Blaine with a raised eyebrow.

"I was locked in, crying in a closet." He raised an eyebrow. "Karofsky and Azimio had stolen my cane. I let them steal food from me. I cried on you for an hour." He spoke as if it was obvious what he meant. Blaine let out a small laugh.

"Does it matter? I loved you anyway."

"I loved you too. From the moment you saved me from the closet." Blaine tangled his fingers in Kurt's hair and couldn't help himself from leaning down and kiss Kurt. The press of lip was passionate, but slow and sensual. Kurt moaned deeply into Blaine's mouth, gripping his fists in his shirt and pulling him upright on Blaine's lap, facing him so that he was straddling his lap.

"B-Baby, I want you so bad..." His hands wandered down to Kurt's waist and then he paused. "You're so fragile, Kurt. Is this really a good idea?"

"Please, I want it... You can be careful." His huge blue eyes begged Blaine. The older man nodded, his dick making the decision for him.

"So this is why you've been making up excuses from sex all the time?" he whispered softly, not accusing Kurt or sounding angry.

"I was ashamed... and a little scared. I've wanted you so badly."

"I have been..." Blaine blushed. "I couldn't really wait, so I've been masturbating quite a lot..."

"I'm sorry," Kurt whispered. "I'm sorry I've been neglecting you. I... I haven't ever. Masturbated, I mean. Ever." Blaine raised an eyebrow.

"Ever? Like ever!?" Kurt shook his head.

"It... It was embarrassing."

"You should try!" Blaine grinned. "It's pretty damn awesome."

"I don't need to." The younger boy shrugged. "I have you. Now hurry up, do it."

"What should I do to you, Kurt?" he whispered and reached down to squeeze Kurt's ass.

"Whatever you want," Kurt whispered seductively. "I'm yours tonight, Blaine. Completely. Do what you want to me." Blaine moaned and pulled Kurt's head to his. Their lips met in a fierce kiss. It was hot and it made Blaine's erection extremely obvious.

"God, you turn me on so much. It's been so long..." Kurt whined, bucking his hips down desperately.

"Me too. You make me so hard..." he whimpered.

"Wrap your legs around my waist," Blaine whispered and waited for Kurt to do so. He did, and Blaine could feel Kurt's hard on pressing into his stomach. He moaned and kissed him again while lifting him up and carrying him to their bed.

"Strip for me, baby." The younger boy stripped slowly and seductively, peering up at Blaine through his eyelashes.

"Fuck..." Blaine moaned and eyed Kurt's body. He was way too skinny, but his pale form was still beautiful. "Come here..." Kurt crawled towards Blaine.

"I love you," he breathed.

"I love you more. C-can you undress me?" Kurt nodded, leaning closer to Blaine. He brought his mouth to Blaine's neck, sucking and nibbling on it as his hands worked on taking off his fiancé's clothes. Finally, Blaine was naked, too and he pulled Kurt to lie on top of him.

"Baby..." he whispered softly. "Please let me blow you..." They had never done that before, but god, Blaine wanted it. "I want to know what you really taste like." Kurt nodded.

"If... If you're sure you want to?"

"Yes," Blaine whimpered and sucked at Kurt's neck. "But you can't come. I want to fuck you after I’ve sucked you. Okay?" Kurt groaned. This new, dominant Blaine was beyond arousing.

"O-Okay,” he nodded. Blaine's eyes softened slightly and he kissed Kurt gently.

"I'll never hurt you, okay? If you want me to stop, I'll stop."

"I know," Kurt moaned softly. "But keep going I... I like it. Maybe... Maybe I should have a safe word? Then you don't have to worry about stopping unless I use it?"

"O-Okay," said Blaine. "Choose a word."

"Um... Carpet," Kurt laughed a little, blurting out the first thing that came to mind.

"Okay," Blaine giggled. "Are you ready?" he whispered as sexy as he could. Kurt nodded, feeling himself get goose bumps.

"I'm ready,” he breathed. Blaine slowly kissed his way down Kurt's body and stopped sometimes to suck or bite a little. He finally reached Kurt's cock and took a deep breath. He had never sucked a dick before. He'd read plenty about it though. He slowly sunk his mouth down over the head and sucked lightly. Kurt whined and couldn't help but buck his hips up a little, threading his hands through Blaine's thick curls. Blaine placed his hands on Kurt's ass and squeezed his cheeks lightly.

"Mmm..." he hummed around Kurt's length and sunk down all the way. He hallowed his cheeks and sucked hard, focusing on bringing Kurt pleasure.

"Oh G-God..." Kurt let out a low moan, his limbs were starting to shake as he approached an orgasm. Blaine sucked harder and squeezed Kurt's ass cheeks, encouraging him to thrust into his mouth. Kurt obliged and thrust as hard as he dared without hurting Blaine. He was so close, but he knew that he shouldn't be. Blaine had told him not to come, but he could feel the pressure building, the pleasure was too intense.

"Blaine..." he whined. "I'm going to c-come..." Blaine pulled off and looked up at him with lust blown eyes and lips slick with spit.

"Should I fuck you or let you come in my mouth?"

"Whatever you want,” the boy moaned. "That was the deal." Blaine thought for a moment, then made his decision and took Kurt in his mouth again, sucking hard and encouraging him to come.

"G-God!" Kurt whined, and within seconds, he was coming hard down Blaine's throat, his body shaking at the power of the orgasm. Blaine relaxed his throat and swallowed every single drop of Kurt's seed. Then he pulled off with a pop and pressed a kiss to the head of Kurt's softening dick. He smirked up at him.

“You do taste good.”

"That was amazing..." Kurt breathed, panting slightly.

"Y-Yeah..." Blaine stuttered. He was feeling rather uncomfortable between his legs.

"Do you... Do you want me to take care of you?" Kurt asked softly.

"You- You don't have to..." Blaine blushed, but couldn't help himself from starting to stroke his own erection slowly, moaning at the friction. Kurt crawled between Blaine's legs- He hesitated for a second before taking his fiancé as far as he could down his throat. He paused, he had no idea what to do.

"K-Kurt," Blaine moaned. The heat and wetness of Kurt's mouth was fucking incredible. "Suck me, p-please!" Kurt nodded and slowly, he began to bob his head, finding the rhythm as he swirled his tongue around Blaine's length.

"Shit, Kurt, I'm gonna- ooohhh, I'm gonna come!" Blaine gripped Kurt's hair and then came hard down his fiancé's throat. Kurt choked a little, but managed to swallow most of what Blaine gave him. Blaine finished and then lay down on the bed, breathing hard and coming down from his orgasm.

"Kurt, that was... Wow..." Kurt blinked, a little stunned.

"I had no idea what I was doing."

"You were fucking amazing, baby. Whatever you did, I'd love if you did it again sometime," he smirked. "But now, I want my post sex cuddles." He reached his arms towards Kurt expectantly. Kurt nodded eagerly, curling his tiny frame into Blaine's arms and kissing his nose.

"I love you." Blaine giggled a little.

"I love you too... Thank you for doing that with me... I was sort of sick of just taking care of myself all the time," he teased and poked Kurt in his side. Kurt smiled, laying his head on Blaine's chest.

"I'm sorry."

"You keep saying that. Stop it. Besides, make up sex was pretty great. Though I hope that was our first and only make up sex ever..."

"Technically, it wasn't sex," Kurt chuckled.

"Well, I suppose we don’t have energy for real sex right now anyway," said Blaine and raised an eyebrow.

"I could manage it," Kurt admitted, winking. "But we can wait if you're too old and need a rest."