Walking out the doors of Sloan Kettering felt like heaven. Blaine was exhausted, and ready to be in his bed, with his pillow, not to mention eating one of his favorite comfort foods; Nana Dot's homemade chicken soup. She had only planned to stay a week, and her flight was scheduled to leave in the morning so getting to spend the rest of the evening with her would be really nice. He slid his keys to Kurt once they were pulling up the block to the apartment and leaned his head over on his shoulder for another few moments and closed his eyes as the cab driver drove the rest of the way up the block.

Kurt looped an arm around Blaine in the cab and watched out the window as the buildings slid past. He was relieved in a lot of ways to be taking Blaine home. He would have all his own things, and who didn't want that when they were recovering? Still being home also meant there was no nurse at the press of a button and no doctor stopping by twice a day to check in. Kurt couldn't help but feel like they were leaving a safety net behind. If it weren't for the fact that he himself was so exhausted, he probably would have been much more nervous about the whole thing. He took Blaine's keys in hand and gave him a squeeze as they got closer.

Once outside the building Blaine took in another deep breath. Just standing outside was comforting. He was so ready. He entwined Kurt's fingers with his own and pulled him through the lobby before taking the elevator up to his floor. The elevator hummed quietly and neither of them spoke. Kurt kept his eyes on the changing numbers above the elevator door as he remembered what it was like to call this place home. It had been so long that he still felt a detached sort of calm about it, but that might change as he spent more and more time in the apartment he used to share with Blaine.

At the apartment, Blaine was surprised to see a boxer pup lying on the floor with a hamburger squeaker toy, and two leather suitcases by the guest room, "Nana?" They stepped in and Kurt closed the door behind them. He didn't think Nana Dot was one to travel around with a puppy and he knew it didn't belong to Blaine so who did that leave? Who would pass the Nana Dot test and be allowed in to wait for them?

**

Cooper kissed Nana's cheek and buzzed happily around the apartment. He was excited to be surprising Blaine. They hadn't always been the closest of brothers, but ever since his visit to McKinley, when Blaine went off on him, Cooper had made a real effort to strengthen their relationship. Blaine meant the world to him, and Cooper wouldn't have traded the last few years for anything. Now they were brothers and best friends and Cooper knew Blaine felt the same way too.

So it hit him rather hard when he found out about Blaine's cancer. After making personal arrangements with his manager and lining up a part time role in New York, he got on the next available flight. Nana Dot was expecting him, maybe not his dog, but he planned to charm her with him all the same. After all, dogs were very therapeutic, right? He'd only been in town, and in Blaine's apartment, for a few hours when he heard the door being unlocked and opened. Blaine was back! Cooper was in the other room but he hurried to drop what he was doing so he could go pull his brother into a huge hug and surprise the hell out of him. Blaine called out to Nana just as Cooper rounded the corner and pulled up short. Blaine wasn't alone.

"Cooper!" Blaine cried rushing forward. He threw his arms around Cooper who instinctively hugged him back, but he was distracted. His eyes were locked with Kurt and full of wary concern. Kurt for his part looked slightly dazed as well as he waited for Blaine to realize the awkwardness.

"Kurt," Cooper said as he looked between Blaine and the other man, "What did I miss?" His tone wasn't accusatory or awkward, but filled with concern. The last thing his brother needed right now was for Kurt to come back in and shatter parts of his mended heart.

"It's okay Cooper," Blaine sighed, "we met up at the McKinley reunion, and well, we're back together." He unwrapped himself from his brother and wrapped an arm almost protectively around his boyfriend. "And before you say anything, we'll talk about everything at dinner. I sorta owe Nana an explanation as well considering she's been dealing with Nate over the last few days.

Cooper nodded and took in a breath before smiling softly at Kurt, "Okay B. I'll try and be patient."

**

Blaine: I want you to come shower and lay down with me. We can kick Max out of the bedroom. Please.

Kurt: I think I can handle that. I'll send Coop in after his "kid" while I hop in the shower.

Blaine: Tell him we will be occupied. I'm joining you. I hope that's okay?

Kurt: Of course, hon, I will.

**

"Max move," Blaine smiled pushing the dog slightly off the bed. He already felt a million times better than he had earlier in the day and he sat up and stretched out before pushing at the dog again, "Cooper come get your kid," he called.

Kurt made a shooing gesture at Cooper, but he was already on his way to get his dog. Kurt took time to go grab his bag from the living room where he'd left earlier. Thank goodness for good friends who were also your neighbor, he thought. Jo was his savior. He owed her big time. Then he walked down the hall and met Blaine as he climbed out of bed. "You think I don't know what you're doing but I'm on to you, Blaine Anderson. You're sick of the way I smell and you're wooing me into the shower with promises of a clean bed and cuddles later. Very tricky," he teased softly.

Blaine laughed lightly as he shoved Cooper out the door and shut and locked it behind Kurt, "I smell worse," he leaned in and kissed Kurt softly as he tangled his hands through his hair before moving his hands down the sides of his body and pulling him close, "and kisses," he whispered after breaking the kiss.

One of the best things about Blaine's laugh was that it was like a balm against Kurt's frayed nerves. It had been so much better coming back to Blaine's place, for Blaine. Kurt was glad to get him there where he could be more comfortable and could be surrounded by his army of caregivers. Being in the apartment on the other hand had been bittersweet for Kurt. So he'd focused really hard on chatting up Cooper and running around the kitchen with Nana Dot, and talking on the phone with both Rachel and Finn, and then his dad and Carole. He was ignoring the little familiarities and changes in the apartment. So Blaine's laugh coiled up inside him warm and fuzzy and perfect, right where he needed it. The kiss was even better. Kurt leaned into it, his heart tripping up just a bit. "And kisses," Kurt agreed happily. Kisses were definitely welcomed, he'd missed them much more than he'd admitted to himself. Kurt leaned in and kissed Blaine again swiftly and then turned him by the shoulders gently until they were facing the bathroom. "Alright, we stink, let's get on with it."

Blaine smiled as Kurt turned him around to walk towards the bathroom. He quickly turned on the hot water and stripped out of his clothes before turning around to see Kurt do the same. "Throw all the dirty's in with mine. I'll have them cleaned," he whispered before reaching out a hand to Kurt and pulling him against him and into the shower. He still felt tired, weak, and slightly nauseous, but being home was enough to rejuvenate his body even if only temporarily. He stood in silence for a moment under the hot steam and sighed tiredly as he kissed his way up Kurt's neck and jawline while soaping his body, "thank you," he whispered as he massaged tight muscles, "you've been my rock, and I really just wanted you to know that.

With a fluid movement, Kurt shucked his jeans off and stretched a little; naked. It was crazy how living without proper pajamas or occasional nudity could make you so uncomfortable, even in just a few days. He agreed to toss his clothes in with Blaine's and then took Blaine's hand and stepped into the shower. The hot water felt amazing and god he was tired, but Blaine was kissing his, soapy hands just everywhere and Kurt was melting under his touch. "I would do anything for you, Blaine, anything at all. You've been so brave though, you're the rock," Kurt leaned down slightly to press his lips to Blaine's gently.

Blaine closed his eyes as Kurt's lips met his and their bodies pressed together gently. He did have to admit a little excitement when his dick started to get hard. He had been worried about that, but he willed it away with his thoughts since sex wasn't allowed for at least another 2 weeks. He broke the kiss and grabbed the shampoo bottle and poured some in his hand to run through Kurt's hair, " we're a team." he whispered as he massaged the liquid into suds.

"Hmmm," Kurt hummed contentedly as Blaine worked his fingers through his hair. He let his eyes closed and he let the world go away for just a moment. It was just he and Blaine and the warm water and the fragrant suds and nothing else had to matter right this second. "I love our team," he sighed. "I love you." Kurt took the shampoo and returned the favor, soaping up Blaine's hair, fingernails scratching very gently into Blaine's scalp before running down over his shoulders and back.

The feeling of Kurt's fingers on his scalp massaging and tugging gently at his locks was a guilty pleasure that Blaine might soon miss. He swallowed against a knot in his throat and smiled as Kurt ran his hands down his shoulders and back. The light touch felt great against the ache of his joints, "will you rub my head when I don't have any hair left," he asked lightly, "I mean that with old age not chemo cause I'm going to get an extravagant blue wig like Katy."

Kurt's hands kept moving gently without pause, but Kurt felt his stomach twist. He didn't care if Blaine had any hair or not, but he was certain Blaine did. "I will, and I will also help style your blue wig." he said gently. His throat felt tight but he continued speaking softly, "Have you thought about shaving it? Make a preemptive strike?"

"Spiky blue punk rocker wig, and yeah I've thought about shaving it off, but not until it's falling out on my pillow. I like the way your fingers feel when they run through my hair," Blaine turned to look at him and smiled as Kurt stole another kiss. How had they gone three days without more of those?

"Maybe we can get you a hot tattoo to go with it," Kurt smiled and reached for Blaine's body wash. He poured a generous amount into his palm, shot Blaine one more grin and dropped slowly to his knees. He didn't make it sensual at all. He made it through though with an almost tickle to the back of Blaine's knees before he stood up.

Blaine groaned low in his throat the feeling of Kurt's hands running against his lower body made him tremble with need. He knew Kurt had no intention of doing that even before the tickle on the back of his knees, but it was hard to keep himself from 'rising to the occasion' "let's get out and go to bed," Blaine smiled at him and kissed him softly.

Kurt tried not to notice the effect he'd had on Blaine, or really the effect Blaine had on him. He rinsed himself quickly and stepped out, wrapping a towel around himself. He actually used moisturizer which felt like a luxury and brushed his teeth before padding out into the bedroom again. He rifled through his bag and came out with navy boxer briefs and a white v neck t-shirt. Soft and clean and god he couldn't wait to be laying next to Blaine. If felt like it had been an eternity since he'd been able to do that. For once he was glad he was so tired. It didn't leave him enough energy to think about the bed or the bed's history or the fact that Blaine was still using the same color scheme Kurt had helped pick out in the beginning.

Once they were out of the bathroom, Blaine curled in bed and pulled Kurt against him when he finished dressing in the navy briefs and shirt and rubbed his hand through his Kurt's hair, "what's bothering you? You've been a bundle of nerves. Is it because I live in the same apartment?" He kissed his jaw and neck gently as he waited for a response.

"Just a little," he said softly. Kurt's eyes closed tight trying to push down the emotion threatening to well up and just focus instead on Blaine's lips, his presence, the weight of his body against Kurt's. "It... this was..." Kurt couldn't say it. He reached for Blaine's fingers and squeezed.

"I know, we'll make it better together. I promise," Blaine whispered as he shifted against him and sighed, "I'm here I'm not leaving, and this time I'm not letting you go. Kurt the last two years of my life have been nothing but numb. I couldn't even have a decent relationship." Blaine sighed, "you're it. I knew it the minute you walked out. I was stupid for pushing you away. I love you."

"I was the same way, there wasn't ever anyone that could touch my heart. You still had it, you always have. I'm not going to let you go this time either, Blaine. I love you so much." Kurt wrapped an arm over Blaine, holding him carefully, needing just this, just Blaine.

"I've been coming to your show twice a month for the last 6 months." Blaine whispered. "I had a rough spell of creativity at the office, and I needed to hear you sing." He looked away, "you're amazing on that stage."

Kurt rolled his head to look at Blaine. He reached for Blaine's face to turn him so their eyes could meet. "I hoped you were there. So often. I'd look out into the audience and I'd imagine that I knew right where you'd be in out there in the dark." he sighed. "I've been following your work too. I... I've collected everything I could. It's fantastic."

"I miss recording," Blaine sighed and allowed Kurt to turn his face to meet his gaze, "and I've missed you." He leaned down and kissed his face again more slowly this time as he ran his hand down into Kurt's underwear, "let me help you relax completely."

"Oh, uh," Kurt swallowed the rest of his protest as Blaine's hand closed around him, stroking surely. "Blaine..." he sighed. He was sure this would be over embarrassingly fast but it didn't matter. "Kiss me?" he pleaded.

He nodded and thrust his tongue gently into Kurt's mouth tangling their bodies together and continuing to touch his lover. Blaine knew he was tired, and knew he wouldn't last, but he also knew he would sleep best if completely exhausted mentally and physically. Their tongues tangled together for long moments, and Kurt felt a little guilty because he couldn't do this for Blaine, not for several weeks, but he needed it so much. "Ahh, ah," he panted into Blaine's mouth, feeling his body start to tighten and strain. He tried his best not to jostle Blaine and before he knew it, he was there, coming hard and fast and still kissing for all he was worth. When he came down he felt completely sated and spent. A delicious languor stole over him and he settled deeper into the pillow still clinging to Blaine. "Love you," he whispered.

"Love you too," Blaine whispered as he kissed down his neck, "we should sleep." He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath as he wrapped Kurt tighter in his arms. Tonight he would actually sleep peacefully.

"Mm," he agreed sleepily. Kurt drifted off to sleep only a moment later.