Chapter 6

Both boys jerked their heads up. "Kurt!" Blaine cried, untangling from his brother and throwing himself at Kurt. "Oh my god. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I love you. Please believe me." Blaine turned to Cooper and growled, "Leave."

Cooper mumbled something that sounded vaguely like, "Naked boys" and "back tomorrow," as he left, closing the door behind him.

"I have a few questions," Kurt said calmly, fighting the urge to twist his bracelet. "Why did you give me a bracelet if you don't want to be married?" He shouldn't be allowing Blaine to hold him like this, but Kurt couldn't bring himself to pull out of Blaine's arms.

"I didn't know that's what it meant. We exchange rings and have a big ceremony with a minister and witnesses. If I'd had any idea, I would have waited until I did it deliberately. I love you and I felt a connection the moment I saw you. But humans just don't get married at my age."

Kurt was unhappy with the answer, but at least he kind of understood. "What happens now?"

"I want you to stay. Here. With me. We can figure it out together. I love you. Please, Kurt," Blaine begged. "Please stay. I want you."

"I want you," said Kurt, leaning forward to press his lips against Blaine's. He moaned into the kiss, stepping closer, and pushing Blaine back onto the bed. Kurt pulled at the clothes in the way of him getting to Blaine's naked body. He had been so certain he was never going to be with Blaine again, and now to find that they could be together, even if it was only for right now, he was going to take advantage of the situation.

Kurt lay on top of Blaine, running his hands over every inch of skin he could reach. He was pretty sure this wasn't the best way to deal with all the uncertainty, but Kurt couldn't help it. He slid his tongue into Blaine's mouth and tried not to think about anything, to focus on how right everything felt, how connected they were.

Blaine whispered, "I want you inside me this time."

Kurt froze. "I don't know how...I...uh. The last time we...it kind of hurt. At first. And I don't want to hurt you." Kurt closed his eyes, terrified Blaine would get annoyed and want a human who knew more about sex.

"I'm so sorry," said Blaine, stroking Kurt's cheek. "I didn't mean to hurt you. We don't have to anything you don't want. But I can make sure I'm ready. Look at me Kurt." Blaine tilted Kurt's face so they were gazing into each others eyes. "It was my first time, too. I was waiting for something special. I didn't know it till we met, but I was waiting for you." He grabbed Kurt's ass and ground their hips together, "I want to make sure you're comfortable, so I can be comfortable."

"I feel comfortable with you," Kurt said, his voice firm. "Promise you'll tell me if you need me to stop. It did start feeling good."

"I like fingering myself, so it'll be fine," he kissed down Kurt's neck and sucked a hickey onto the pale skin. "It'll be better than fine, so much better than fine."

"Show me what I need to do." Blaine poured lube on Kurt's fingers. Grabbing Kurt's hand, Blaine maneuvered it so it was at his entrance. He used Kurt's finger to circle his hole, slowly pushing it in to give himself a chance to adjust.

"Slide it in and out," he instructed Kurt. Blaine felt so tight, Kurt wasn't sure how he was supposed to fit inside. "Use two now," said Blaine, his voice wrecked.

Kurt added his middle finger and Blaine whined. "So good, Kurt. A little faster." He sped up his motions, enjoying the noises. Blaine told him to spread his fingers apart and stretch the muscle. It was only a few moments before Blaine was begging for a third, then fourth finger.

"Now, Kurt. Please. I want you inside me," Blaine babbled.

Kurt gripped his cock and guided it to where Blaine was open and ready for him. He took a deep breath and pressed forward. Blaine wrapped his legs around Kurt's waist, pulling him impossibly deeper into the tight wet heat. He knew this wasn't going to last very long, not with Blaine clenching around him like that.

"Harder," Blaine moaned.

Kurt thrust faster. He wanted to tell Blaine how much he loved him but he was too overwhelmed to form words.

Blaine whimpered with every thrust. "So good," he panted. "Feels so good."

"Yeah," breathed Kurt. He thrust through his orgasm, crying out Blaine's name. He grabbed Blaine's cock and stroked it hard and fast, pushing in as deep as he could go.

"Shit, fuck, damn," yelled Blaine as he came in creamy ropes all over both of them. Kurt stroked him through his orgasm until Blaine grabbed Kurt's wrist. He moved Kurt's hand to his hip. "That was perfect."

Kurt flopped onto Blaine's chest after he eased out and lay there panting, enjoying the tingles running through his body. He felt kind of gross with the come and sweat getting sticky between them.

Blaine lazily kissed Kurt, smiling and stroking Kurt's pointed ears. "I know we need to talk," said Blaine," and we should probably clean up, but I don't want to move."

"We're going to have to eventually. I'm not falling asleep like this," said Kurt, making no effort to get up.

"My brother's going to be back sooner or later and it would be best if we aren't naked when he gets here."

"Fine," huffed Kurt, peeling himself off of Blaine.

"Will a shower hurt your wings," asked Blaine, gently touching the edge of one.

"I don't know." Kurt thought abut it for a moment and realized he had no idea. "Can you turn the water on and I'll check?" Blaine dragged him to the bathroom, started the water, kissing Kurt while he waited for it to heat up. Kurt put a hand under the water. "My wings are pretty strong, let me try." Kurt turned and stretched his wings out, leaning so that the water hit the tip. "Should be fine," he said after a moment. "If it starts to hurt, can we switch to a bath?"

"Anything you want, Kurt. Does it hurt to lean against them?"

"Not usually? It might depend on what I'm leaning on. The chair in the dollhouse was horrible, but it wasn't designed to be sat on by anything living."

Blaine gently ran his nails up and down Kurt's back, scratching lightly right where the wings attached to his back. "What," asked Kurt, starting to feel self conscious under such an intense stare.

"I want to fuck you against the wall of the shower," Blaine said, pushing Kurt back against the door. He pressed wet kisses against Kurt's neck, sucking a small bruise on his collar bone. "I didn't realize how badly I wanted it till I realized we could. I wanna throw you down on the bed and ride you like a racehorse. You are so hot, I want us to fuck every way imaginable. We should get a copy of the Kama Sutra and work our way through the book."

"I don't know what a cammasutra is," Kurt said.

"It's a book of sex positions," Blaine said, between kisses.

Kurt felt warm at the idea of a book of sex positions. Puck would be impressed.

Blaine kissed Kurt several more times. "I'll get us a copy. After the shower."

As Blaine pulled him under the hot water, Kurt realized that Blaine still had the bracelet on. Kurt shook his head. He wouldn't bring it up unless Blaine did. Blaine used soap on a poof to wash Kurt's skin and different soap on his hair. Kurt scrubbed Blaine, using the kind he wanted. He wasn't sure what the difference was between the three types soaps, but Blaine insisted how each one should be used and in what order.

Blaine had washed every inch of Kurt's skin making him gasp and squirm. He lovingly cleaned Kurt, taking several breaks to kiss him and to grope his ass. The shower was wonderful. Blaine suddenly sank to his knees. Licking his lips, he moved closer and engulfed Kurt in one swift move. Blaine's mouth was hot and wet and Kurt had never felt anything like it.

Blaine bobbed his head, sucking hard. Kurt reached down and ran his fingers through Blaine's wet hair. Humming, Blaine swallowed around him and it was too much. Kurt cried out as he came, hard. He sagged against the wall at the tingles from his orgasm slowly subsided. Blaine was trying to kill him. Death by sex.

Pulling off Kurt's softening dick, Blaine leaned back on his heels. "I still want to fuck you against the wall," said Blaine. "But not today." He stood up and reached around to turn off the water. He opened the door, grabbed a towel, and started drying Kurt off.

"I think we need to talk about a few things," said Blaine when they were both dry. They went back into Blaine's room and lay down naked under the covers, Blaine on his back with Kurt half sprawled on top of him. Kurt briefly considered reminding Blaine they should be getting dressed, but Cooper had already seen him naked twice today so he'd live if it happened a third time. And sex hadn't fixed anything. They still had to sort everything out.

Blaine stroked his hand lazily along Kurt's back paying particular attention to the sensitive place where the wings joined his back. "How did you get bigger?"

"Magic," answered Kurt. "Same as I did with the language. I've never done anything like either before or even heard of it being done. What happens now?"

"What do you mean," said Blaine, "Where are we going to live or do we...get m-married?"

"I want to marry you," said Kurt. "I really do. But you make it sound like you're too young. I didn't really think about where we could live. We usually aren't the same size." Kurt knew what he wanted. He wanted Blaine to come with him. His home could be rearranged to accommodate the bed. And with a bit more practice, he figured that changing sizes would be less painful. Plus, they could visit Blaine's family when they wanted. The human world was amazing and loud and scary.

Kurt wasn't sure if Blaine would be willing to come with him. Deep down he knew he would try to stay if that was what Blaine wanted. Kurt loved him. Could he really ask Blaine to give up everything and go traipsing off into the woods? Could Blaine be happy. Growing Blaine wings would be another issue. How well would he be able to get around if he couldn't fly?

"I'm too young," said Blaine. "At least, I'm too young to get married in this state. I mean, I'm almost eighteen. But I still can't get married here. How old are fairies when you get married?"

"We come of age during our sixteenth summer. Any time after that is acceptable."

"I'll be eighteen in a few days," Blaine said. "I would hate it if I was too young to date you. I'm not sure how we're going to work this."

"We either stay here," said Kurt, "or you come live with me." Or we separate. The words hung in the air, unsaid. Kurt wouldn't offer that as an option unless there was no other choice. There had to be a way for them to be together. He was sure of it. True love should triumph. All the stories he'd been told as a child ended happily, the two fairies marrying against all odds.

Blaine smiled nervously at Kurt. "I graduate in less than two months. And I got into the theater program at NYU and UCLA. I want to be with you so bad it hurts but I need to think about the rest of my life and not just this moment. Do you understand?"

"Yes," said Kurt dully. He understood. Blaine had a choice and he wasn't choosing Kurt. He closed his eyes against the tears threatening to fall.

"Stay with me. I have a single dorm room at school and you can stay with me. Please. We can be together."

"I don't understand what you mean."

"I want you to come with me. It doesn't have to be forever," Blaine added quickly when he could see Kurt was about to protest. "For a while. See how you like it. I can take you home anytime you need to go." Blaine stopped. "Where is home? I mean, how did you get in the house?"

Kurt explained about seeing Blaine and his dad in the woods and following him to get to the rainbow ring, glossing over the fact that is was to be a gift for Finn. "What would I do?" Kurt finally asked, "I mean, you'd be in class."

"You could study, too. You can learn about humans and reading and writing. I'll see about getting you enrolled in a GED program."

"I don't know," said Kurt. "I would need to tell my father, first. He'll be worried about where I've been."

After a long pause Blaine said, "if you think your dad can wait a more few days, the woods I was hiking in are much closer to my school than here. We can go Sunday morning and I'll tell my parents I'm spending the night with a friend. I can stay in the car or come with you, whatever is easiest, and we can go straight to school after."

Kurt thought about it for a few moments. He really wouldn't mind putting off dealing with his dad for a couple more days. Kurt loved his dad dearly, but was unsure how he would take the news that his son had a human husband. Sort of had a husband. Kurt hadn't removed his bracelet and wouldn't unless Blaine asked him to. And Blaine still had his on, despite knowing what it meant to Kurt. They may not be technically married, according to Blaine, but Burt would take one look at the bracelets and see them as mated.

"Okay."

"Good," said Blaine. "Cooper has a surprise for my birthday and he says you come, too, as long as we keep it from my parents." Blaine fidgeted with the comforter.

"Isn't it nice that your brother wants to do something with you?" he asked. Kurt always loved it when his friends planned something fun for him.

"Yes, except for my last birthday, he tried to *be supportive* by getting me a fake ID so we could go to a gay strip club."