This was it, the moment Blaine would finally get to see what Kurt and Cooper had been doing. Hed given up on getting any information out of Kurt. His second attempt at interrogating Kurt hadnt ended up any more successful than at Con. Kurt had rubbed against him in the shower and spun him around, rimming him until Blaine was a begging, whimpering mess. Then Kurt fucked him against the wall while the hot water poured over them. Which brought up another question - can they show rimming in non-porn movies? 

They sat side by side in the theater, waiting for the lights to go down. Blaine laced his fingers through Kurts and was thankful Cooper sat on the other side of Kurt. With a guy friend. Blaine wasnt sure why he cared who Cooper was seeing. He wasnt even certain if the guy was a friend or a *friend.* Ryan was attractive, but all of Coopers friends and *friends* were attractive. And Blaine had been avoiding Cooper since Con so he didnt bother asking. 

The lights went down and everyone clapped. The movie opened with a montage of Kurt and Cooper falling in love, dating in college, Kurt getting Connors name tattooed on his wrist and Cooper getting a stylized K on his shoulder. Blaine cheered when Kurts name appeared on screen, larger than life. He clapped for Cooper, too, but mostly because Kurt had let go of his hand to applaud. His bother and his husband looked so perfect together Blaine wanted to throw his soda at the screen. Or at Cooper. Either would work.

Blaines absolute dread of seeing the two of them in the shower wasnt helping him pay attention to the plot. Something about Connors mom getting sick and having to switch schools, leaving Kurt while never getting over him, and wanting a second chance when they saw each other in the club. Connor was some hotshot lawyer (yawn) who was doing stuff with people at the club. Or maybe he was part owner in the club? Trying to stop the drug sales? Going all the time trolling for sex? Ugh, Blaine would have to look up the movie plot online when he got home. Every time Kurt came on the screen, Blaine got distracted by how amazing he looked and how he and Cooper interacted. The sparks between them were going to start a fire. And the way Kurt looked adoringly at Cooper was the same way he looked at Blaine.

Kurt leaned over to steal some of Cooper's popcorn and whisper in his ear. When this was over, Cooper would be lucky if Blaine ever spoke to him again. 

Blaine caught sight of himself on screen twice, once had Logan dancing with him and the other while gazing at Kevin. Kurt squeezed his hand and Blaine squeezed back. The surround sound did amazing things for Kurts voice. Seeing him stripping off his clothes and shaking his ass was making Blaines dick throb. At the rate he was going, he was going to have to go rub one out in the bathroom.

The one shot of Cooper and Kurt in the shower so far had been blink and you miss it. Why couldnt they just show it and get it over with? The longer he sat there, waiting to see his husband and his brother making out while naked, the worse it got. What he was seeing wasnt making it any easier. Why did they have to be kissing all the time? And what the hell was up with all the touching? Despite being there for a few days of filming, he hadnt noticed how many people had their hands on his Kurt.

The part at the police station that hed seen at ComicCon came up. Oh god did Kurt look sexy in the police uniform taking charge, especially when Coopers face hit the desk. Kurt should do that to Cooper more often. When the blu-ray came out, Blaine intended to watch it over and over.

Kurt took Cooper back to his place and handcuffed him to the bed. The angle they were at wasnt quite right for Kurt to be the top, but it didnt look like Cooper was fucking Kurt either. Hed ask Kurt, but why bother? Hed probably end up with Kurt slamming him onto the desk and getting fucked over it without getting an answer. Although, that had a certain appeal, especially if he put a pillow or a pad down ahead of time. 

Apparently Kurts plan to keep Cooper occupied and prevent him from ruining the drug bust was to fuck him till he couldnt move. They were both getting sweaty and kissing and saying "I love you." Blaine breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth. Cooper called Kurt beautiful. Blaine counted to ten. And then up to one hundred and seventeen. He was not going to lean over Kurt and punch his stupid brother in his stupid face.

Blaine shook his head. This was for Kurt. He was going to keep it together for his husband. 

The movie continued with the audience laughing and cheering as Kurt and Cooper had more sex, fell in love again, and Kurt caught the drug dealers in shorts so tiny, they almost looked like underwear. Well, thats what Blaine was pretty sure happened. Watching Kurt wrestle the bad guy to the ground in the shorts and straddle him to put the cuffs on caused Blaine to quit paying attention to anything but how sexy Kurts ass looked and he made a mental note to find out if Kurt could borrow them from costuming or if he could get his own pair.

And then Cooper had his hand on Kurts ass and they were kissing and everyone applauded as the screen faded to black. The movie faded back in and Kurt and Cooper stood on the stage at the club singing One More Night by Maroon 5 as the credits started. They were flirting and touching and it ended with a passionate kiss.

Blaine was so confused. Why was the movie called "One More Night?" They obviously had a happily for now ending even though they hadnt gotten engaged or married, thank god. He would be able to give Cooper vague answers if asked for feedback, not that Blaine was going to be speaking to his brother anytime soon. He needed to sneak off with his phone and figure out what happened while he was staring at Kurts ass.

"That was amazing," Cooper said, leaning over and kissing Kurt. Right on the mouth. It was fairly chaste as far as kisses went. And if Mercedes or Brittany had kissed Kurt like that, Blaine wouldnt have thought anything of it. Although, Brittany would have probably tried to stick her tongue in Kurts mouth because shes Brittany. 

"We did it!" Kurt said. He hugged Cooper and patted him on the back, rubbing up and down his spine. 

That was it! "Ive got to get my husband home," Blaine said. Kurt and Cooper had an interview the next afternoon on some talk show he never watched. Blaine had originally been annoyed that the cast party was for Friday instead of tonight so they could get it over with. Now he was relieved he could get Kurt away from Cooper before he did something dumb like kick his brother in the crotch. 

"Ill see you tomorrow," Kurt said. "Make sure you wear the outfit I picked out for you. I am not sitting next to you if you dont meet my standards for presentable."

Cooper rolled his eyes. "Yes, dear."

"Im picking you up at noon,” Kurt added.

Cooper gave Blaine a one-armed hug which he didnt return. 

"Bye Cooper, bye Ryan." Kurt shook his finger at the two of them.

"I dont know what you two have planned and I dont want to know. But I swear to god, Cooper, if you are not ready to go when I get there I will be pissed."

Cooper laughed and started to walk away with Ryan. 

"Im serious," Kurt called after them. "I will handcuff you if that what it takes to wrestle you into the clothes I picked out."

"You weigh, like, a hundred pounds. Im pretty sure I can wrestle you into cuffs you before can get them on me." Cooper stuck his tongue out at Kurt.

Kurt snorted. ”Id like to see you try."

"So would I," a girl nearby said softly. 

"If anyones going to put handcuffs on Kurt, itll be me." Blaine closed his eyes because, yeah, hed said that out loud. He opened them slowly to see Kurt with his eyebrows raised. 

“Then it's time to go home,” Kurt said with a smirk. 

xoxoxoxoxoxoxo

The instant they made it through the front door, Blaine dragged Kurt to the bedroom and pushed him against the wall. Kurt leapt up, wrapping his legs around Blaine's waist, kissing him like he needed it more than air. 

Blaine moaned into the kiss. He grabbed Kurt's ass, kneading the muscles. 

“I think we need to get naked.” Kurt leaned his head back and Blaine attacked his neck, biting and sucking where it met his shoulder. Kurt's fingers threaded through Blaine's hair. “I want you so bad.

Blaine set Kurt down without breaking the kiss. He reached between them to undo Kurt's tie and buttons. Their hands and fingers bumped, but they managed to get their clothes off in record time.

Blaine pushed Kurt face first on to the bed and crawled on top of him. He bit his way up pale skin, leaving a trail of purpling bruises.

Mine.

Blaine grabbed the lube and managed to get some on his fingers. He had two fingers inside Kurt a moment later, opening him up. Blaine added a third and then a fourth, thrusting in and out a few times before removing them. He spread the cheeks of Kurt's ass apart. Kurt's hole twitched and Blaine couldn't resist the temptation to lean down and press a kiss to the puckered muscle. 

Kurt arched his back, fisting the comforter.

Humming with happiness, Blaine swirled his tongue around a few times and tightened his grip on Kurt's hips. Blaine loved Kurt like this, so responsive to the slightest touch. He licked into Kurt, making him moan and thrust his hips against the bed. 

Pulling back, Blaine inspected his work. Kurts hole was shiny with lube and spit, gaping slightly, ready for more. Slicking up his dick took only a moment and then he was pressing inside, connecting to Kurt in the best way possible. Blaine groaned as his hips fit flush against Kurts ass. He scratched his fingernails up Kurts arms, threaded his fingers through Kurts, and gripped tight. They were touching as much as possible. 

Mine, Blaine thought. Mine. Mine. Mine.

He started off with gentle, shallow thrusts, gradually increasing his speed as Kurts breathing turned to panting. Blaine leaned forward and bit Kurts neck over the mark hed left earlier. 

"So fucking good," Kurt moaned.

"Thats right," Blaine said, moving faster, "you love it when I fuck you through the mattress."

"I love it more when you fuck me through the mattress while you have your hand on my dick."

"Not happening, beautiful." Blaine squeezed his hands, keeping Kurt trapped beneath him. He sucked Kurts earlobe into his mouth. "Kevins not the only one who gets what he wants. And what I want is you like this."

Blaine moved to the other side of Kurts neck. Sucking and biting marks everywhere he could reach. 

Mine.

Blaine kissed over the tattoo, the real one from the drunken mistake with Rachel. 

Mine.

Blaine fucked into Kurt harder and faster until they were both panting and moaning and everything was perfect.

Mine.

Kurt tensed in the way he always did when he was close. A slight shift forward and Blaine hit his prostate over and over. 

Mine.

"Blaine, Blaine Blaine." Kurts body began to clamp rhythmically and it took all Blaines concentration to fuck him through his orgasm. With a sigh, Kurt melted under Blaine. A few more thrusts and Blaine stilled, riding out the waves of pleasure as he shivered inside Kurt, coming so hard he thought he might die from the sensation. 

Mine.

He relaxed his grip on Kurts hands, but made no move to pull out. Knowing they should clean up and wanting to do it were two different things. Blaine didnt care if Kurt made him sleep in the wet spot, he wanted to stay like this forever, surrounding Kurt with his dick occasionally twitching in his husbands stretched hole. 

Blaines softening dick eventually slid out and he half scooted off his husband, leaving a leg between Kurts and his arm over his shoulders. Blinking a few times in the dim light, Blaine smiled at the marks on Kurt - bites and hickies on his back and neck and scratch marks on his arms. He pulled the covers up and kissed Kurt, slow and lazy, sleep pulling at him as his breathing evened out. Wrapped around Kurt and on the edge of dreaming, he wasnt sure if he spoke out loud or if Kurt responded. 

Mine.

Yours.