Blaine's intentions for their evening of 'fight then have make-up sex' didn't exactly pan out. They basically had the make-up sex without the fighting. Their earnest discussion at the house had pretty much dissipated their anger. All that was left was a desire to connect and show each other just how deeply their love ran.

Kurt shared about his meeting with HR. He explained his seemingly irrational behavior and apologized profusely. He finalized the apology with an amazing blowjob.

The next discussion was just a reiteration of Blaine's desire to never again go down the dysfunctional road that he and Alex had tread... after which Blaine thoroughly fucked his boyfriend.

They had yet to use that particular terminology, even just in their own heads, when it came to the physical side of their relationship... but there was no other word for it this time. Blaine needed to feel strong and lovingly dominant for once in his life. Kurt needed to feel wanted and taken for once in his... so Blaine had fucked him up against a wall... three times.

Their final, and probably most difficult, conversation happened when they had collapsed back in bed after a long, hot bath. It had been a ridiculousy long time since Kurt had ridden anybody so hard and he was sore as hell.

"I need to talk to you about something... and it's not going to be easy for you to hear." Kurt was lying on his back. Blaine was settled on the doctor's chest, between his legs and placing gentle kisses along the taller man's neck and shoulder. Kurt felt the curly haired man tense slightly at his words.

"I know what you're going to say. Well, I at least have a good idea... but go ahead." The kisses stopped when Blaine spoke.

Kurt started to soothingly stroke up and down his boyfriend's back, attempting to soften the blow as much as possible. He took a deep breath, "When we are at the hospital, regardless of what is going on in our personal lives... I'm still the doctor." Kurt waited for some kind of response from his boyfriend but there was complete silence. He decided to go on. "If you have a question about the treatment of a patient, or anything having to do with your job for that matter, I always want you to feel free to talk to me. I want any employee at the hospital to feel free to do so... but you can't talk to me THAT WAY again, Blaine." Silence. (Please don't be hating me right now!) "Not only does it undermine my authority, it gives other employees reason to think that there might be some validity to the complaint Sarah made against us."

"I know." Kurt barely heard Blaine's response, as it was whispered so quietly.

"Please tell me what you're thinking. You heard my side but I want to hear yours too." Kurt gently pushed his boyfriend into a sitting position so they could be face-to-face.

Blaine was looking decidedly dejected. "I get it, Kurt, and I know you're right... it's just..." he shrugged, shaking his head.

"No, tell me. Please." Kurt reached to caress the nurse's arm and was more than a little surprised when his hand was brushed away irritatedly. He sat back, waiting apprehensively for Blaine to speak.

"Here's the thing, Kurt. I have no problem with you being the doctor and the authority figure at work. I'm not some egotistical jerk who can't handle his boyfriend being in charge... but you weren't treating me like every other nurse today. You were treating me worse."

"What? I didn't..."

"Yes, you did. I had a genuine concern about that little girl and her mother and it's like what I said didn't matter." Kurt looked like he was going to argue again but Blaine rushed on. "I will fully admit that I was rude to you too. I shouldn't have talked to you like that. I never would have done that to another doctor. That's the point. We were both acting differently towards each other because we ARE different. We can't deny that. You're never going to be just another doctor to me again. The same is true of me for you... but Kurt, just because our dynamic is different now, doesn't mean you're giving me preferential treatment. I can't pretend you're not my boyfriend just because we're at work." Kurt nodded slowly, realizing he hadn't thought about it quite like this.

"So what do we do?" Kurt tested the waters by putting his fingers on the other man's knee and was glad to not be pushed away again.

"Well, for starters, we don't let little bitches like Nurse Wilkins affect our every interaction at the hospital. We won't survive if we do that." Kurt nodded quickly at that with a small smile. "I think the next step is for me to remember that you're in charge, not because you think you're better than me... because I'll be honest, I might struggle with that... but because you're ultimately responsible for these people." Kurt nodded again gratefully, so glad that his boyfriend automatically understood this. "For your part, I need you to remember that I just want you to talk to me. Please do me the courtesy of explaining why you disagree with me about something. I just want to be on the same page as you. I need to feel like we're a team. Whatever you say at work goes, I know that... and I wouldn't want it to be different. I trust you. I just need to know that you respect me."

"I can do that." Kurt pulled Blaine back on top of him again. "I hope you know that I do."

"You do what?" Blaine mumbled, his face buried in Kurt's neck.

"Respect you. Always. I'm so sorry if I ever made you feel otherwise. I promise I'll do better." His voice was a little thick by the end, remembering how much he didn't want to be like Alex. Blaine understood exactly what was going on in his boyfriend's head.

"I know. I know."

They stopped talking after that.

Kurt spent rest of the night making slow and sweet love to his boyfriend. He took long minutes worshiping each and every part of Blaine's body. Soft, wet kisses were placed everywhere the doctor's mouth could reach. Every move he made was tantalizing and torcherously slow. Bit by bit he made his way down his lover's body and started opening him up slowly with his tongue.

Blaine was already a writhing mess and mumbling, barely coherent.

"Puh-lease, Kurt!" Kurt looked up, pulling his tongue back for just a moment.

"Please what, baby? What do you want me to do to you." Kurt went back to licking and exploring with his tongue, but this time with the addition of a stretching finger.

Blaine just shook his head frantically, eyes scrunched tightly shut.

"You don't even know, huh? You just know you want more?"

Blaine nodded desperately, pushing himself down on Kurt's finger.

"Wait just a second, sweetie. I don't want this to hurt, even the smallest bit." He pulled his one finger out, receiving a groan of frustration from his boyfriend. Quickly, he reached over to the nightstand where the lube was sitting out from earlier and poured a generous amount onto his fingers.

One by one, with excruciatingly slow movements, Kurt added fingers until his boyfriend was stretched wide. Then he changed his position so that he was propped up a little more... and deliberately crooked his fingers.

"KURT!"

The doctor smirked, there was nothing more amazing than hearing Blaine call out his name in pleasure while thrashing upward in an almost frenzied motion. He repeated the motion just three more times before Blaine's entire body was trembling violently, head tossed to the side as he chanted under his breath, "Please, oh please, just please..."

Kurt couldn't wait any longer. He was close to the brink just from watching his boyfriend become so completely and utterly wrecked. The doctor quickly slid on a condom and slicked himself with his free hand. Pulling his fingers out earned him a "DO IT NOW! DAMMIT KURT!" He hovered above Blaine for just a moment before finally foregoing all caution and tenderness, bottoming out with one thrust.

"Holy Fucking Hell! Oh, god! Don't you ever stop, Kurt!" Blaine's limbs were trembling wildly, his body absolutely frantic for the release that Kurt had been teasing him with for the last two hours.

He slammed in, mercilessly, over and over. Each time, directly hitting that certain spot inside of Blaine that sent electric jolts of pleasure coursing through his body.

"Gaah, Kur...pleesbabe...ammnah...fuckshit...KUUURRT..." Kurt grabbed ahold of his boyfriend's length just as he felt himself tipping over the edge and roughly jerked in time with each of his thrusts, causing them both to scream in ecstasy for the entire fourth floor of the Marriott to hear.

They lay there, completely spent, slicked together with sweat and breathing heavily into each others necks. Neither had the strength nor the inclination to move or cleanse themselves. They fell asleep that way, Kurt's body resting heavily on top of Blaine, softening inside of him.

As they drifted off, Blaine muttered one soft sentence.

"Best. Make-up sex. Ever."

Detective Jones drove past the sign that proclaimed 'Welcome to Lima!" with some uncertainty. This was his first real case. He had kind of been thrown into the deep end and didn't want to mess up. His superiors thought that this would be a fairly open and shut case for the rookie to handle. The man was in a coma, and obviously not going anywhere. All that needed to be done, for the moment, was to inform everyone involved of the man's current status and to learn the details of the case so that they would know the extent of his impending criminal charges. After the Westerville Police Department had received the APB on an Alex Martin from the Lima PD, they had put two and two together. Jones' boss had handed him the case with a, "This is fairly straight-forward kid. Don't fuck it up," and left him to figure out the details. After talking to the LPD, Jones had been directed to a Noah Puckerman. The detective was hoping that today he could finally put all of the pieces together.

Detective Jones pulled into the parking lot of a small diner just inside the city limits. He was meeting with the private investigator in person today. He was kind of excited about this part. The man was a little bit of a legend. He had made amazing arrests, pulled stunts that had almost gotten him kicked off of the force many times and was a regular bad-ass. The reason the man was no longer an officer was still unknown to the detective, but he was sure it was an incredible story. He walked into the diner reminding himself to not come across as a star-struck kid.

"Noah Puckerman?"

"That's me. I'm assuming you're Detective Jones." Puck stood from the booth at the back of the diner to shake the hand of the younger man.

"Yes. Me, sir. I mean, that's me. I... Silas Jones, sir." The young detective trailed off self-consciously, very aware that he was coming across as a complete spaz. Puck just grinned at the other man's nervousness and clapped him on the shoulder.

"Nice to meet you, kid." Puck gestured towards the booth and they both sat down.

"I've gotta say, sir, I-I've heard about you and you're quite the legend around Ohio." Silas felt a little like a blushing teenage fangirl right then but he couldn't help himself. Meeting this man was seriously like meeting a hero.

Puck raised an eyebrow in pleasant surprise. He knew that his escapades had spread beyond Lima but this was unexpected... and he was never too proud for a little hero worship. "Really? Well, tell me all about it then. Sing my praises, son."

"Um, where to start? Your arrest record alone while on the force was incredible. There was the time you chased that con-artist for ten blocks in a blizzard when he tried to sell you the fake watches. There was the time you walked in on the armed robbery and convinced the robber you had planned a stakeout for the whole thing and that the place was surrounded but had really only come in for condoms." Puck let out a sharp bark of a laugh at that. "There was the prank you pulled on your chief with his car..."

"Yeah, I'm kind of under threat of my manhood if that story keeps getting out, so let's just keep it under wraps, huh?" Puck interrupted that particular story with a grimace. The waitress brought them coffee with an adoring smile for the mohawked man. He responded with a wink, making her blush.

"Sure thing." Silas smiled. "I think my favorite though was when you pulled off dressing like a female hooker for a drug bust. I have to admit, sir, that I was expecting you to look a lot more... well, less masculine..." the young detective was ready to slink down under the table at this and disappear, knowing he had probably just been incredibly offensive. Puck just slapped his knee and laughed though, finding it hilarious.

"The benefits of having a very gay best friend. He doesn't dress up like a chick himself but he sure knows how to pull it off on someone else." Puck grinned widely at the memory.

"I know it's probably none of my business sir, but why did you quit the force?"

"You're right. It's none of your business." Puck's smile was suddenly lost and the younger man actually felt a little afraid for his life.

"I-I'm so sorry, sir. I didn't mean to pry..." he stammered nervously.

"Forget about it. Just personal business is all." Puck waved his hand in the air to show that all was forgotten. "Speaking of business, let's get down to it. I told you most of what I know over the phone. What do you have for me? All I really know is that you have the bastard in custody. What happened to him?"

"Well, from what we can tell, he had a pretty bad trip from a meth overdose causing him to lose his senses completely and walk right off the edge of an overpass." Puck stared in shock and felt sick. Knowing that Alex deserved his fate didn't make it any easier to hear.

"Is he..."

"He's alive, but I can't say much more than that. He had massive internal bleeding, and any amount of lacerations and broken bones. The biggest problem though was a head injury that caused him to slip into a coma. It's pretty unlikely that he'll ever wake up."

"Wow, that's... pretty big news. Who all knows this? Have you contacted his husband?" Puck was scratching the back of his head, the site of his own former head injury, looking a little overwhelmed.

Silas looked back in surprise. "Husband? I didn't know there was a husband. Oh man, I've never had to pass this kind of news on to a spouse before..." now it was his turn to feel sick.

Puck let out a decidedly humorless laugh. "Don't sweat that part, man. First of all, I'll do it with you. Secondly, they were well on their way to divorce. I was actually working as private security for Blaine, that's Alex's husband. He needed protection for him and his little girl from that crankster, psychopath." The detective felt relieved, although it was strangely disconcerting to know that he was acting as somewhat of a spokesman for such a disturbed man.

"When do you think we could talk to the husband. I'd like to fill him in as soon as possible. It's only a matter of time before the story is leaked to the press and I'd hate for him to find out on the news rather than in person."

"I'll contact him right now." Puck pulled out his phone and sent Kurt a text.

"Are you ready to go get some brunch?" Blaine came up behind his boyfriend who was currently in front of the bathroom mirror and wrapped his arms around the taller man's waist, watching him form his hair into a perfect coiffure.

"Oh Blaine... brunch? You are so gay." Kurt teased with a wink before settling his glasses back into place.

"Um, I should certainly hope so. Otherwise what happened between us last night would be just plain disturbing," he snarked back with a little quirk of his eyebrows.

"Are you sure you want to go? We still have the room for a bit and tons of time before work. I can think of so many things I could do to you..." Kurt turned around in the nurse's arms and began placing heated kisses up and down the shorter man's neck.

"Mmmm, as lovely as that sounds I am beyond starving and we missed the continental breakfast. You need to feed me if you want me to continue being your sex slave."

Kurt whimpered at the phrase 'sex slave' and tried to unbutton his boyfriend's shirt. Blaine pulled away and slapped at his hand. "Seriously Kurt? You are both an accomplished physician and a father, yet you have the self-control of a teenager! I've totally spoiled you."

Kurt looked a little guilty. "Sorry, I'll rein it in. If you were less sexy and adorable this wouldn't be a problem you know."

Blaine rolled his eyes with a blushing smile and grabbed their bag as they left the room.

"Hey, did you hear from the hospital about Darla's test results yet?" The nurse asked quietly, feeling cold dread return as he thought about the little girl. Kurt shook his head, equally as solemn.

"The lab is backed up, we might not get them until tomorrow now."

Blaine nodded as they stepped into the elevator. "You're thinking the same thing that I'm thinking aren't you?"

Kurt swallowed hard, "Yeah, afraid I am. We'll know in a day."

They left the hotel feeling much more somber than they had only minutes ago, thinking that sometimes life was just incredibly unfair.

*ping*

"Oh, Puck just texted me. He wants to meet at the diner just down the road. Is it alright with you if we just go there to eat?"

"Sure," Blaine opened the passenger door of Kurt's SUV for him and watched as the doctor climbed in. "What does he want?"

"I dunno. Just says he has something to tell us."

Kurt walked into his living room, feeling completely mystified.

They had gone into the diner that morning, unaware that they were going to learn of Alex's fate. Blaine had seemed to take everything in stride. 'Seemed', being the operative word. He had listened to what the detective had to say, asked questions at the right places and thanked the man politely before they left. He seemed just fine. Kurt knew better though. It wasn't Blaine's reaction that bothered the doctor, it was his lack of one. No emotion showed on the nurse's face and when his meal arrived he took only two small bites. Kurt was just waiting for the emotional shit to hit the fan.

After leaving, Kurt had tried to ask him if he was alright. Blaine had immediately interrupted though, saying that he needed some time alone. Kurt had just nodded, uncertain if this was really the wisest course of action, but unable to deny the man. The doctor had hugged his boyfriend and taken him back to his house. He told the nurse he would head out and do some shopping, as Elliott's birthday was coming up soon. Blaine had agreed quickly and walked straight into the house with just a small kiss goodbye. Kurt knew that he was probably overreacting, but he had been seriously concerned about leaving Blaine alone and had fretted the entire time. He headed back just before dinner time, knowing that they would need to prepare a meal for Elly and Addy. The children were being brought home by Burt and the five were going to have dinner before the two fathers left again for their night shift.

What he walked in on totally threw him for a loop.

(Wait. Is that Pink? He's blasting and singing along with Pink?) Kurt stepped toward the doorway to the kitchen quietly, hoping to remain unseen as he watched in shock and with great amusement.

"I guess I just lost my husband, I don't know where he went. So I'm gonna drink my money, I'm not gonna pay his rent"

Blaine was dancing around the kitchen, with some pretty great moves actually, and singing into a wooden spoon as he prepared to stir whatever sauce he had going on the stove.

"Na-na-na-na-na, na-na, na, I WANNA START A FIGHT!" Blaine jumped into the air with every word, yelling at the top of his lungs.

Kurt stifled a laugh with his knuckles. (Oh my god! My boyfriend is so adorable I may just die!)

"And guess what? We're having more fun. And now that we're done. I'm gonna show you toni... Aaahhh! Kurt!" Blaine stumbled mid-spin when he noticed the other man standing there with a huge grin on his face. A deep blush crept up his neck and cheeks as he picked up the remote to turn down the volume.

"Geez, creep up on people much?" Blaine wasn't mad though. A little embarrassed maybe, but he was in way too good of a mood to be mad.

"Sorry," Kurt didn't sound sorry at all. "You were just too stinking cute for your own good though. I couldn't help but spy just a bit." He came up to the shorter man and took the spoon, dipping it into the pan before tasting. "And this is amazing!" Blaine grinned and whipped the spoon back, shooing Kurt away from the stove so he could finish cooking.

Kurt set down the bags in his hand and scooted himself up to sit on the counter. "Um, is it okay if I state the obvious and say that I did NOT expect to come home to you singing and dancing? I kinda thought we would have an emotional night on our hands... for which I wouldn't blame you in the slightest," he was quick to reassure. Blaine only smiled. "Color me confused," Kurt finished, thinking that his expression was probably apt.

"I know, I probably seem nuts right now," Blaine threw a wadded up napkin at his boyfriend indignantly when the only response he received was a shrug. "Anyway, jerk, I came home and just realized that I'm done. I'm done with the sadness and tears and frustration and ... I'm done with all of it." He looked at Kurt seriously now. "I wish things could be different for Alex, even after everything... but they're not and I can't do anything about it. The sad truth is that he brought this on himself and this accident finally makes things safe for Addy and I again." Blaine finished, looking like he dared Kurt to contradict him. Kurt didn't say a word. He only nodded watched his boyfriend tenderly. "Is that too harsh do you think?" Blaine asked the question quietly.

"Not at all. You have the right to think and feel whatever you want, honey. All I'm going to do is back you up."

Blaine sighed with relief and walked over to where the doctor was sitting. He nudged the other man's legs apart slightly and pulled him forward so that he was just barely resting on the counter-top, legs wrapped around the nurse's waist. "Thank you, sweetie. I really needed to know that you support me in this." They rested forehead-to-forehead.

"Always. In everything."

"There's one potential problem though." Blaine proclaimed with a frustrated sigh.

"What's that?" Kurt ran his fingers through the curls in front of him, loving to mess with them.

Blaine scrunched up his nose slightly and cocked his head to the side, trying to keep Kurt from messing up his hair too much. "I have no idea what this will do to our divorce proceedings. I don't know how you feel about that." He was genuinely nervous at this thought. Kurt simply shrugged though and made the curls stand on end.

"I am totally fine with continuing to live in sin."

Blaine hiked the man completely up on his waist now and carried him to the bedroom.

"Let's sin one more time before the kids get home."

CRASH

"Dammit! I can't believe I did that! No one walk through here... there's apple juice spilled everywhere!" Two nurses scurried around with paper towels and mops to clean the juice from the floor before anyone could slip.

The crash of the falling tray had echoed all the way through the ICU.

In room 206, the comatose patient's eyes moved briefly beneath the lids at the noise.