Chapter 9

Visiting the place he would no longer call home was a bittersweet experience for Kurt. He adored seeing Mercedes and showing off the new human style clothes he'd created. It amused him that Finn had begun plans to marry Rachel and called it off twice at the last moment. Now that both Rachel and Quinn were looking for love with others, Finn trailed after Rachel, sad and lost. Blaine had saved Kurt from pining after Finn indefinitely. Explaining to his dad that he was married, at least as far as Burt would be concerned, went better he'd hoped. When Kurt had disappeared, Burt suspected that his son had found love in a nearby village and would be leaving. Kurt assured him he would visit as often as possible and even brought his dad out to Blaine so they could meet. As much as Kurt wanted to show his husband off to the entire village they agreed it wouldn't be wise.

Burt had started seeing Finn's mom and Mercedes and Puck were planning on traveling quite a ways away, together, but not *together.* Rachel was interested some jerk. It was time for Kurt to go.

Blaine held Kurt in the car, stroking his back for hours, whispering words of love. Right before he'd left, Kurt had asked his dad if he could come home if it didn't work.

"I've known since you were little that your hopes dreams were to big for you to stay here. You can always come back," Burt said. And then, so softly he knew Burt hadn't intended for him to hear it, his dad whispered, "But you won't."

That afternoon, they lay on the narrow bed in Blaine's room wearing nothing but sleep shorts. Kurt knew he needed rest but was too exhausted emotionally to try and shrink himself so he could stretch out in the box bed. He spent the next few day curled up on Blaine's bed, watching movies and cuddling with Blaine when he wasn't in class.

Blaine had put a movie on his laptop, but they were ignoring in. "Do you want me to take you home?" he asked. Blaine held on to Kurt like he would never let go. Kurt could feel the faint press of Blaine's marriage bracelet in his back, a silent reminder than he hadn't removed it since the day Kurt had put it on his wrist.

"No!" Kurt swallowed. "No, I'm where I want to be. I was hard to say goodbye, but it was time. My dad will be fine."

"You're so sad, I can't help but wonder if I pushed you into this. It kills me to see you cry."

Kurt leaned up and kissed him, slow and determined. "I want you to get naked so I can show you just how much I am where I want to be.

Blaine nodded and pulled off his pajama pants. Kurt ran his nails lightly over Blaine's chest, enjoying the way he arched into the touch. He trailed his fingers up Kurt's back, massaging the sensitive place where Kurt's wings joined his skin. Kurt squirmed against Blaine, whimpering and grinding their hips together. Getting Kurt out of his sleep shorts, Blaine sighed when their naked bodies pressed together.

It seemed to last forever, kissing, stroking, and touching all of the skin they could reach. Blaine gripped Kurt's hips and held him still, hissing, "I want you inside me, sweetie."

Kurt grabbed the lube. "I think that can be arranged." It was awkward getting his fingers slippery without breaking the kiss, but he eventually managed it. It had been a few days, so Kurt started with one finger, slowly stretching the ring of muscles.

"More, more, more," chanted Blaine, thrusting deeper on Kurt's finger. He kissed down Blaine's chest, biting gently, until he reached Blaine's hip. Kurt licked and sucked a hickey onto the beautiful skin. He liked knowing that Blaine would be able to feel it tomorrow while he sat in class.

Kurt smiled against Blaine's skin and added a second finger, spreading them apart.

"Please, Kurt," begged Blaine. "I'm ready. I want you to fuck me through the mattress."

"I love you," Kurt said. He didn't think Blaine was quite ready, so he added a third finger, quickly followed by a fourth. A few more thrusts of his finger and he slid them out. "Put your legs over my shoulders," Kurt said sitting up. Gripping the base of his cock and pressing in, Kurt groaned at the tight heat.

"So good," Blaine moaned. "Fuck me harder."

Kurt pulled out, leaving only the tip of his dick inside and slammed back in. And again and again. The angle was awkward for kissing but the both needed this.

Blaine pushed back against him as Kurt thrust, hard and fast. They were both getting close, Blaine tensing up beneath him. He reached between them and stroked Blaine's dick.

"Kurt," Blaine cried. He whole body went rigid and he came, his muscles clamping around Kurt. He kept thrusting, trying to hold off long enough to enjoy Blaine's body shivering with pleasure. Blaine sagged back on the bed, the weight of his legs pressing down on Kurt's shoulders. A few more thrusts and Kurt pushed as deep as he could go, holding Blaine's hips steady, moaning as he came.

He pulled out as the spasms subsided, shifting Blaine's legs off his shoulders and flopping down on the bed. Kurt lay there panting, slowly returning to himself after the spectacular orgasm.

"I'm going to be sore tomorrow," Blaine said, rolling over and pulling on Kurt's arm so they could spoon.

"Good." Kurt kissed Blaine's shoulder. "It'll remind you that I'm not going anywhere, even if I'm a little sad about leaving home."

A knock at the door startled them both. A flick of Kurt's wings and he was small and on the top of the bookshelf, grumbling that he couldn't stay wrapped around Blaine longer. Blaine yanked on pajama pants and ran his fingers through his curls causing them to go every which way. He opened the door, blinking at the attractive boy who stood on the other side. He had perfectly styled brown hair and freckles. Kurt didn't like the hungry way he looked at Blaine.

"Hey, killer," the boy said. "You look hot."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "You've been trying to get in my pants since you transferred here. Of course I look hot."

"I mean you're all sweaty. Are you watching porn?"

Kurt narrowed his eyes. That boy shouldn't be allowed to see Blaine's naked chest.

"No! I'm watching Holes," he said, waving in the general direction of the laptop.

The boy laughed. "That sounds like porn."

"It's a Disney movie about boys in a juvie work camp digging for treasure."

"That makes it sound more like porn."

"Sebastian, do you want something?" Blaine asked.

"Just to find out how your spring break went," he said with a smirk.

Blaine let out a sigh. "I went to Wicked in Chicago with my brother and saw the Fairy Tale Castle."

"Could you be any more gay?"

"No," Blaine said, "I'm pretty sure the fact that I want to fuck guys and I have no desire to see naked lady bits means I can't be any more gay."

Kurt growled. The temptation to show this Sebastian guy that Blaine belonged to him was overwhelming. He could drop down the side of the desk away from the door, grow in the bathroom, and step out wearing Blaine's robe. Kurt could picture it so clearly. He'd come up behind Blaine, wrapping his arms around him, and say, "We were kind of busy." Sebastian's eyes would go wide and he'd back out of the room and never return. He wished humans had boyfriend rings, in addition to ones for marriage, so Sebastian could see Blaine wasn't available.

"Is that a hickey?" Sebastian asked in a disbelieving tone, pointing to the small bruise on Blaine's hip. Kurt smirked. Maybe Blaine didn't need a ring after all.

Blaine blushed and stammered, "Uh-yeah."

"Well, well, well, someone has been a very naughty boy."

Kurt growled, leaning around the box bed. That boy better keep his hands to himself or he was going to have a pissed off fairy to deal with.

"I met someone last week." Blaine's face lit up with the beautiful smile Kurt adored.

"It doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you," Sebastian smirked. "Besides, how serious can it be?"

"I love him," Blaine said. "I am head over heels and hopelessly devoted. It would bother me and it would definitely bother him."

"If you change your mind, I'm here at school and he isn't." Sebastian winked. "See you around."

As soon as Blaine closed the door, Kurt was at his side, pulling Blaine into a kiss.

"Mine," Kurt growled against his lips. "Your mine and he can't have you." They fell back on the bed, Kurt gripping the sides of Blaine's face.

"Yours. I'm all yours. And as hot as you being jealous is, I can't get it up so soon."

Kurt pulled back, confused. "I-" He didn't know where to start. He wanted to tell Blaine to punch Sebastian in the face to get his "I'm not interested" message across. Except, he knew that there were better ways. If he could find a way for that boy to see him and Blaine together, he'd give up. He'd have to. Cooper complained that every time they had looked at each other, he thought the world would explode into rainbows.

"I don't care about Sebastian," Blaine said, pulling Kurt out of his fantasies. "He's been wanting to sleep with me since he got here. Even if I hadn't met you, I wouldn't have sex with Sebastian. I know if did, he'd loose interest in me the second he finished his orgasm. You are the most amazing person I will ever know. How could a mere mortal compete with that?"

Kurt sagged against Blaine in relief. He'd seen red when that boy talked about having sex with Blaine.

"But," Blaine said, "I still can't go for round two until my dick has a chance to recover."