Blaine had never been a morning after person. Usually, when he slept with someone, he could tie off a condom, pull his clothes back on, and quietly steal away into his own room to sleep in his own bed. Only when he was stupidly drunk did he ever take someone back there, but he didn't like kicking them out in the morning when he was feeling like shit as it was, so he tried to avoid that.

This time, he already was in his own bed. He didn't have a pounding headache punishing him for the mistakes he'd made the night before. And he didn't mind that the guy he'd slept with was still in his bed. Not at all. In fact, he thought as he drank in the sight of his sleeping form lovingly, he'd like it if he never left. He'd even gone as far as taking him back into his arms after he'd shifted away from him during the night in an attempt to keep him there.

Kurt's pink lips were slightly parted in sleep, puffs of breath escaping them at regular intervals, sometimes accompanied by a barely-audible snuffle. Blaine had tried counting the freckles adorning his face, but had given up and instead settled for simply admiring the smatter across his cute button nose. There were also a few less noticeable ones gracing the rosy skin covering his high cheekbones. His thick chestnut hair was a mess, sticking up and away from his face, so unlike his usually perfectly styled coif.

He was the most beautiful, perfect thing Blaine had ever laid eyes on.

And he was his to hold, and touch, and kiss.

Even if it was only until Kurt realized what a mess he actually was. He wasn't sure if he could do the whole boyfriend thing and be what Kurt deserved, but he was damn adamant about doing his best and, for now at least, he was still his.

Or was he? Blaine suddenly realized they'd just jumped into bed the night before. Sure, they'd confessed their feelings for each other, but he'd seen it happen to enough of his friends to know that mutual feelings didn't always sum up to a relationship. He was beginning to panic, because he knew for certain that he didn't want this to be a one-time thing. If Kurt didn't want to continue what they had… well, he hadn't yet decided whether he'd respect that or whether he would fight tooth and nail for a chance to prove to him that he was worth more than that.

The boy in his arms shifted slightly and smacked his lips, his eyelids fluttering lazily as he slowly came to. Until they suddenly widened, still hazy from sleep but obviously aware enough of his surroundings to know he wasn't in his own room. Blaine watched with bated breath as he gasped and looked around – until his eyes fell on Blaine. Realization dawned on his face, and to Blaine's delight, he immediately felt him relax back into his arms and snuggle closer in his embrace.

“Morning,” he murmured, hiding his face in the older man's chest. Blaine could feel his smile against the spot where his heart was beating rapidly.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered, letting his fingers comb through the disarrayed hair. Kurt giggled, honest-to-God giggled, and the sound was the most endearing thing Blaine had ever heard. Combined with the sight of him shyly looking up at him through his lashes, it was really no wonder that his stomach was in knots.

“You really think so, don't you? You really do think I'm beautiful,” Kurt replied softly, his voice sounding awed at the idea and making Blaine's lips curve up into a smile of his own.

“Yeah… duh? Have you ever seen yourself? And heard yourself,” he added, almost as an afterthought. His hand wandered down the graceful slope of Kurt's neck to the middle of his back, touching the soft, still sleep-warm skin. “And generally been around yourself. There's literally nothing about you that isn't beautiful.”

Kurt beamed as his eyes roamed over his face.

“I love you,” he said, voice a little louder than before, almost defiant in his admission. “You're beautiful, too.”

“Well, I love you too, and you're more beautiful.”

“Nope.”

“Yeah, you are. And I'll add lovely to that, and I'm also playing the card of seniority. Now accept my wisdom.”

“Why yes, Sir,” Kurt sassed back, a wicked grin on his face, like he knew exactly that that little word had just sent a shot of arousal straight to Blaine's groin. The senior bit his lip to contain the groan threatening to spill from his lips when the teen began to mouth at his collarbone. His efforts proved to be fruitless, though, when Kurt's lips found his ear and he licked at the shell.

“Can we do it again?” he breathed hotly before catching the lobe between his teeth, and yes, that was Blaine moaning. The pale boy pushed him on his back and straddled his hips, Blaine's cock already half-hard against that perky ass and Kurt poking some impressive morning wood into his stomach as he leaned forward to claim his lips.

Blaine's hands found the narrow hips leisurely rocking Kurt's body back and forth on top of him and turned his head to draw in a much-needed breath of air. “Baby… are you sure?”

“Stop asking me that,” Kurt chuckled as he moved on to suck at Blaine's neck. “I'm sure.” He moaned on another upwards roll of his hips, his cock smearing precum over Blaine's abdomen and belly. “Wanna ride you.”

“Yeah?” Blaine whispered, another wave of heat surging to his dick at the mere idea, making it swell to full hardness. Kurt nodded, his breathing starting to become shallower. Their mouths met in a bruising kiss, soothed by Blaine's tongue brushing over Kurt's lips before delving between them to get to Kurt's own tongue. Kurt moaned, allowing Blaine to take control for a few moments before pulling back and sitting back up.

The smolder he gifted Blaine with made his breath catch. Unconsciously, he emitted a growl, propelling him onto his back and practically launching himself on top of him, licking back into his mouth as his hands found his inner thighs and pushed them apart.

“Only if I get to do this, baby,” he murmured as he shifted so he was sitting back on his calves, taking in the glory that was Kurt Hummel naked, in his bed, in broad daylight – sprawled out on his back, staring up at him with those breathtaking eyes, the vibrant cerulean color dark with desire, miles of creamy white skin covering lightly toned muscles, unblemished aside from the bruises Blaine had sucked into it the night before; his long legs spread wide, feet flat on the bed and his pink hole, the color matching his pebbled nipples, on display, still looking slightly stretched and wet. It made Blaine's mouth water, made him feel starved in a way that wouldn't be satisfied by food.

“You mean stare at me?” Kurt grinned up at him, relaxing further back into the mattress. “Why am I lying here? I thought I said I wanted to ride you, and you seemed down with the idea.”

Blaine grasped Kurt's ankle and started kissing up the length of his leg. “Don't worry, baby,” he purred and bit into his calf gently, making Kurt gasp and squirm. “You'll get to fuck yourself on my cock soon enough. Now…” he paused his words and resumed his ministrations, only pausing when he reached the crease in Kurt's thigh. He breathed in the scent of him there before placing another gentle kiss on the even softer skin. Kurt squirmed and gasped at the sensation of Blaine's hot breath fanning over the sensitive area, splayed his legs even farther in an attempt to get more of it. However, Blaine just smirked and moved back down to give the same treatment to his other leg, until the pale beauty was panting harshly above him.

“Please, Blaine. Oh God, please, please, just do something, anything…”

God, he sounded pretty when he begged. And he seemed so into it, too, his cock twitching and dribbling with every plea he moaned, so Blaine decided to try something. He slowly slithered back up Kurt's body until he reached his face, taking a firm, yet delicate hold of it and forcing him to look straight into his eyes.

“Do. Not. Come. Under no circumstances. There are no excuses if you do. Do you understand me?”

Kurt tried to nod, but Blaine wouldn't have it. “Use your words, darling.”

“Yes, Sir.” There it was; the senior felt something akin to a pang in his gut at the sound of the usually clear, high voice, dripping and deepening with arousal as the younger boy's pupils dilated, making his eyes take on a stormy blue hue.

“Good boy,” he whispered, making Kurt whine in response and swallowing the sound with his lips. When he felt he had tasted enough of Kurt's mouth, at least for now, and that he couldn't wait for the taste of another part of him, he disconnected their lips with a smack to start the path down his body again. He was quick, knowing Kurt and his impatience and also knowing he'd tortured him - both of them - enough, not wasting much time with teasing kitten licks before he engulfed half of Kurt's length in his mouth in one rapid movement. The boy's legs twitched and he groaned, long and dirty, his hips making to jerk up but halted by Blaine's hand splayed over his stomach, holding him still and rubbing soothing circles into the slightly hairy skin there. His other hand wrapped around the part of Kurt's cock he couldn't fit in his mouth, and started stroking up and down while his head bobbed along. His tongue pressed against the prominent vein his lower lip slid over and swirled around the head before he sunk back down, moaning at the feel and taste of the teen's precum oozing down his throat. Kurt cried out, his fingers lacing in Blaine's hair and yanking as he tried, unsuccessfully, to thrust up into Blaine's mouth yet again. The older man remained incessant, continuing to bob, lick and suck until Kurt was shouting a string of curse words, a light sheen of sweat covering his entire body.

“Blaine, fuck, fuck, Blaine, I'm close, oh, ohhh –“

Blaine pulled off without a warning, looking down at Kurt with nearly black eyes before pouncing on him. "I told you, youre not allowed to come," he whispered hotly before he let the boy taste himself, relishing in the throaty moan he emitted, and reached down, skimming a hand over his balls and then lower.

“Does this feel okay? You need to let me know if you're too sore,” he mumbled as his fingertips rubbed over the pucker, which seemed to be twitching slightly in anticipation.

“I will,” Kurt said, tone soft and voice a little gruff. “But I think it's okay. It doesn't hurt all that much, it's more uncomfortable than anything.”

“Not for long.” Blaine grinned and grabbed the lube, squirting a liberal amount into his hand and rubbing it between his fingers before reaching down once more. “I'll have you screaming with pleasure soon.”

He stretched Kurt with caution although he was still a little loose from last night, trying his best not to upset the already used and slightly swollen ring of muscle too much. Kurt was coming undone beautifully beneath him, sweating with his lips parted as he gasped and moaned for “more, more Blaine, please, please, more”, his head turning from side to side and his eyes screwed shut as his hips jerked, fucking himself on Blaine's fingers. It was all Blaine could do to not just… take, just ram himself into the tight heat enveloping his fingers and own the boy, make him scream his name and let the world know he was his.

The possessiveness of the thought surprised Blaine, but his cock gave a painful throb between his legs as if to say that it approved, and remind him that it was still there, waiting to lay claim to Kurt. The teen himself was looking up at Blaine dazedly, hands fisting in the sheets and seemingly close to tears while Blaine just stroked along his walls leisurely, coming close to his bundle of nerves but purposely avoiding it.

“Blaine – Blaine, I – please, please, I need –“

Kurt was a mess, a sob of need wracking his body as he stared at Blaine pleadingly. In response, the older man stroked a soothing hand over his brow and up into his hair, cooing softly as he did.

“Shh, baby, I know…” He pulled his fingers out slowly, carefully, but Kurt still winced and whimpered at the sudden empty feeling. His gaze was nothing short of hungry as he looked down at the pale beauty in his bed, and Kurt returned it just as intensely as he took a moment before sitting up and pushing Blaine onto his back.

“God, I wanna lick you all over,” the boy whispered, his usually clear voice a low growl now as he reversed their positions and eyed Blaine up.

“That's what round three is for. C'mon, darling… ride me,” Blaine replied, his voice authoritative and also much lower than usual. His hands rubbed over Kurt's thighs as the boy moaned and scrambled to straddle his hips, feeling the coarse hair stand on end beneath his palms as goosebumps broke out over his skin at the touch. Kurt's chest was heaving already, his hands shaking in anticipation as he reached behind him with a lubed hand and pumped Blaine until he was slick, both with the liquid and his precum already dribbling from the head.

Keeping his grip on the base, Kurt shifted until the tip of Blaine's cock was aligned with his waiting hole. Carefully, he lowered himself on the length, both of them groaning and throwing their heads back when their bodies finally joined to become one. While Kurt's inexperience shone through his movements as he slowly impaled himself further on Blaine's dick, his eagerness still made it hot as hell, better than anything Blaine had ever known, and Blaine's fingers dug into the flesh of his thighs as the tight, wet heat enveloped more and more of him.

Finally, just as Blaine's eyes were about to roll back into his head with the torturous pleasure Kurt was both punishing and rewarding him with, he bottomed out, Kurt's ass snug against Blaine's thighs, his knees encasing his hips. The boy was breathing heavily, his chest heaving as he barely gave himself a moment to adjust before rising up and slamming down again, moaning out loud.

“That's it, baby…” Blaine gritted out, moving his grip to Kurt's hips instead and helping him lift up before pulling him down hard again. “Fuck yourself on my cock, c'mon. Let me see those hips work.”

Kurt whined and put his own hands on Blaine's, pulling them up to his waist as he laced their fingers together and began to undulate on top of him, taking him in deep before lifting back up again only to repeat the cycle. Blaine squeezed his fingers and just let himself lay back and enjoy the sensation of increasing and decreasing pressure around him as he stared up at the lithe body of the boy he loved writhing on top of him.

“Blaine…” Kurt sighed, the sound turning into a drawn-out moan when Blaine decided to change the angle by drawing up his knees and thrusting up sharply, immediately feeling the walls clench around him, indicating he'd found Kurt's spot. He did it again, and again, Kurt meeting him almost vigilantly, increasing the pace until he was bouncing on top of him.

“Yes, yes, fuck, yes!” the pale teen cried out as his prostate was hit repeatedly and stilled, grinding his hips so Blaine's dick would rub against it before continuing in an unsteady rhythm, interrupted every time he shouted his euphoria.

“Shit, baby, you're so hot… so hot for my dick… I bet no one would guess how hungry you are for it, how desperate…” Blaine breathed, noticing the goosebumps from earlier return to adorn Kurt's flesh as the boy heard the dirty words, letting his head fall back and arching his body as if he was letting them caress his skin.

“Yes, God, keep talking…”

Blaine took a firm hold of Kurt's hips again as he sat up, his chest pressing against the boy's as he jerked up and down, clamping down on him harder with each thrust up inside him. He slid one arm up to sling across his back, feeling it slip against the sweaty skin while Kurt's arms wrapped around his neck.

“Such a good boy, working me like that, making me feel so good… You can't wait for me to fill you up with my cum, can you?” he spoke softly in his ear before attaching his lips to his neck, panting against the skin as he continued. “You'd never admit it but I know you wanna feel your ass dripping with it, wanna feel it trickle down your thighs and know it's me who's been there… C'mon, baby, tell me how much you want it. Be a good boy and tell me…”

“Oh God, Blaine,” Kurt choked out, losing his rhythm once again as the muscle in his thighs visibly trembled, whether from exertion or pleasure or a combination, Blaine didn't know. “I love it, I love feeling you inside me… you get so deep… make me feel so full, I – shit! Fuck!” he wailed and dug his fingernails into Blaine's shoulders, using the leverage to fuck himself down harder and faster still, his ass meeting Blaine's thighs with the wet sound of skin slapping together. “Sometimes, at night, it's – ahh – it's all I can, shit, all I can think about, you just fucking using me, calling me your filthy little boy – I, God, I'm coming, don't stop, don't stop, please…”

Blaine growled and attacked Kurt's lips at the same time the hand on his hip took a hold of his cock, stroking furiously and barely holding on by a thread as sweat poured down both of their bodies, his hips erratically slamming up into Kurt as he clamored to keep his release at bay until Kurt had his.

“Come for me, give it all to me; Make a mess; Show me that you really are my filthy little boy…” he whispered hotly against Kurt's lips, his voice as strained as his muscles were from the effort of holding off. As if he had just waited for Blaine's permission, a loud sob echoed around them and he quickly claimed Kurt's mouth again, licking inside to devour the yell of ecstasy when the teen tensed all over and spilled over Blaine's hand and on his chest.

The feeling of Kurt's orgasm around him, on top of him, on his skin and in his arms as the boy continued to shudder and moan wantonly, made Blaine growl. He got a good grip of Kurt's ass as he sat up on his knees and lifted the boy up with him before propelling him onto his back, taking care not to lose their connection as he grabbed his ankles and spread them wide. Wild abandon overtook him as he plunged into Kurt, over and over and over again, until tipped him over the edge as well, shot his own load up into his body, groaning and keening, “fuck, fuck, Kurt, yes, yes, yes, Kuuurrrt!” He bent down to dip his tongue into Kurt's mouth again, feeling the teen kiss back hungrily as they both rode out the waves. Gradually, the urgency ebbed away, but tiny noises of pleasure still escaped their lazily locking lips before ultimately, Blaine let himself fall back on the bed, followed by Kurt rolling back half on top of him, both of them gasping for air.

“Are you okay?” Blaine asked once he'd regained his breath, his hand tracing patterns up and down Kurt's sweat-sticky back. He felt him nod, then look up at him with those mesmerizing, wide eyes.

“Why wouldn't I be?”

“Well, a few hours ago you were a virgin, and what we did now… that was…”

Kurt giggled, interrupting Blaine. “I know… I guess that's always been a fantasy of mine? Well, not always,” he amended, looking and sounding thoughtful. “Just since I met you and fell for you, I suppose. I know I act like a prissy bitch sometimes –“

“Just sometimes.”

Kurt laughed and swatted Blaine on the arm. “Anyway, jerk,” he admonished him with a glare, making Blaine simply grin harder, “I was going to say that the fact that I wanted someone to love me and love in return doesn't mean I'm not a typical gay teenage boy, and that I haven't noticed how… well… built you are.” He blushed, and Blaine stroked over the red spot high on one of his cheeks tenderly.

“Hey, none of that. It's okay. Normal. I was just wondering how okay you were with it, since this was only your second time having sex and all.”

“I got that realistic fairytale first time I was talking about the night we became friends,” the brunette answered with a smile. “And, as far as I'm concerned, the perfect follow-up. Now shut up and snuggle me before I realize how revolting we smell.”

Blaine chuckled and complied, kissing the top of Kurt's head before he let his eyes fall shut and felt a kiss being pressed to his chest in response, the all-consuming feeling inside of it seemingly expanding at the gesture and making him sigh happily.

Until out of the blue, Kurt gasped and tensed in his arms. "Whats that?" he asked, voice trembling as his fingers traced a scar on Blaines side.

Blaine tensed up immediately as well, not even needing to check what Kurt was talking about; from his jaw to his toes, his entire body went rigid. Kurt propped himself up on one elbow to look down at him, eyes wide as saucers and lips pressed together in a thin line.

“That… is a souvenir of the reason why I got into college a year late,” Blaine sighed, knowing he couldn't – and shouldn't – keep this a secret anymore. He'd told Kurt about the assault briefly, but never splurged on the details, never let on how bad it had really been.

But Kurt was smart; it only took a few seconds for him to catch on.

“Is that… from middle school? When you were jumped after that Sadie Hawkins dance?” he whispered meekly, his speech made barely audible by what Blaine assumed was fear of overstepping.

“It's fine, baby…” he murmured and pulled Kurt down against his chest once more, partly to comfort him, partly because he couldn't stand to see the impending, overbearing sadness in his eyes. “I guess I just gave you a rough overview of what happened. I didn't want to bring it up and upset you unnecessarily… Because I know you and I knew you'd be upset if I did. And most of the time, I don't even think about it anymore, so it just seemed redundant to tell you about it… if that makes sense. I certainly never thought we'd end up in a position where I couldn't get around you noticing… the scar.”

Kurt was quiet, trailing his fingertips against the darker, reddish tissue, the color of which would never fade away to match the skin surrounding it completely.

“So are you gonna tell me now?” he finally spoke up to ask after some time had passed and Blaine still hadn't elaborated. His gaze wandered up to meet Blaine looking down at him, and it sent electric sparks up his spine – a feeling so powerful, Blaine had to swallow to moisten his mouth before he could speak.

“Well… there's not much to tell. I already told you I went to Sadie Hawkins with a gay friend of mine and we got beaten up by three guys about twice our size. I just… failed to mention that I was placed in an artificial coma afterwards because my injuries were so bad…” he ignored the sharp intake of breath coming from the boy in his arms and made a point of boring holes into the ceiling instead of returning Kurt's stare, desperately wanting to get this over with, “and I ended up missing so much, they recommended I repeat the year. I changed to a private school, funded by my dad because my mom made it pretty clear that she thought I got what I deserved. The scar is from where one of my ribs broke through the skin.”

Kurt turned his head up, transferring his hand's ministrations on Blaine's side to his jaw and neck. “Is that why you started boxing?”

Blaine simply nodded in response.

“I know you don't want to delve into it but… please at least tell me that they got what they deserved.”

Blaine chuckled humorlessly. “Of course not. My parents put me in therapy, which helped, I guess, but they couldn't be fucked to press charges, too. The guys got suspended for a few weeks, but nothing more. They, uh, even tried to come after me once, after my transfer,” he admitted, albeit reluctantly, but he figured Kurt deserved the whole story. “I was lucky I was with a few of my friends in the Warblers. I managed to clock one of them and kneed the other in the balls, while Jeff and Nick took care of the other guy. They were humiliated and when I saw them again after that, they made sure to give me a wide berth. And then, when I went to a gay bar with another Warbler friend once, I spotted the biggest, burliest one of them making out with another guy on the dancefloor. The look on his face when he saw me was priceless…” Blaine made a point of sighing happily, trying to dissolve the tension.

When he finally dared to peek at his boyfriend, the corners of Kurt's mouth were turned up, but there was nothing humorous about the expression, so he felt safe in assuming he had failed.

“Seems we've both had our share of experience with closeted homophobes. I understand your urge to beat up Karofsky now. I wish I could fucking kill those jerks.”

Blaine hummed, feeling a bit turned on by Kurt's anger even with the solemn mood. “That jackass better hope he never crosses me.”

“It actually had good sides… My friends stopped ignoring me after everyone found out he threatened to kill me. They actually started acting like friends. Although in retrospect, I'm not sure I like how much they love to meddle.”

“What do you mean?” Blaine asked, noticing the way Kurt was biting his lip as he idly stroked his sweaty hair.

“Well… you remember how you kept asking me who told me to stay away from you and all that?”

Blaine remained silent, waiting for Kurt to expand.

“Well… one of my friends from high school was a girl a grade above me, Rachel Berry. You may have heard of her, she –“

“ – recently got the lead in Funny Girl. But she's a girl. I may have made some questionable choices over the last few years, but I'm pretty sure I've never slept with a woman.”

Kurt shook his head. “Well, apparently, you slept not only with one or two, but three of those sycophants she calls friends at NYADA. And she got to hear stories about you and what a heartbreaker you are from every single one of them, so when she had one of those moments when she decides she's my best friend all of a sudden, she gave me a warning when she found out we'd probably be housed in the same building.”

Blaine just laughed incredulously, at a loss for words because… what could he possibly say? He'd had flings with a few guys from NYADA but even if he had been interested in a relationship back then, the guys were way too dramatic for his taste. He himself liked to be the drama queen in any relationship, friendly or more than friendly.

He finally settled on saying, “I'm glad I'm not that guy anymore,” because it was the one thought that stood out in the jumbled mess this entire conversation had made of them.

“I'm glad I'm the lucky one who got you to change your ways. It's… it's a pretty good feeling. I thought I was screwed when I realized I was in love with you,” Kurt murmured, and Blaine could feel the skin of his cheek heat up against his chest.

“I'm the lucky one, because you actually want me.”

“Let's not fight, okay?” Kurt replied with a little chuckle, making Blaine laugh in turn, although something else was bothering him.

“Is that why you cried last night?”

He felt Kurt nod and sighed. “Well, it's good that's not going to be an issue anymore, at least… Because I love you. I love you so much, and I'm so happy I could cry right now, but I get blotchy and stuffy and I don't wanna send you running for the hills already,” he teased, and Kurt laughed again, the sound a little wet, but he didn't look up for Blaine to check and he didn't say anything else, so he felt safe in letting it go. His brain was still fried from that mind-blowing orgasm he'd just experienced, so he figured it would be a good idea to pause the conversation until he felt capable of thinking of intelligent things to say. Judging by the pattern Kurt's breath was painting against his skin, he was sure the boy himself was asleep already anyway, or at least close. He was just letting that soothing sensation lull him to sleep as well when a loud, rapid succession of knocks sounded on his door.

“Open up right now, Blaine! I know Kurt is in there with you, and I'm not going away until you let me talk to him!”

Blaine groaned at the sound of Elliott's voice, and gently coaxed Kurt onto his side so he could slip out of bed and pull on a pair of boxers. Almost as an afterthought, he wiped the cum off his chest and made sure Kurt was covered up properly before opening the door a fraction to see Elliott with his fist raised, about to knock again.

“Oh, hey! I was just – oh, holy mother of fuck,” he said, eyes wide as he took in Blaine's state of undress and then tried to peek behind him. “You guys did it, didn't you? I heard noises coming from this corner when I came down the hall, but I didn't think –“

“What do you want, Elliott?” Blaine gritted out between clenched teeth. “He's asleep, and exhausted, so I'm afraid he can't talk to you right now.”

“Exhausted, huh? You dog,” Elliott replied with a smirk, but his expression quickly sobered up. “Look, Blaine… I know you're not as bad as everyone makes you out to be, but Kurt? He's… it's not my place to tell, but I can at least say that it would be very easy for you to break him. Please don't, like, use and discard him or something like that. He… trusts you, obviously, and I'm not sure if he could handle it if you…”

The junior trailed off, leaving Blaine to pinch the bridge of his nose and take a few deep breaths so as not to start yelling.

“I appreciate the concern, I really do. I don't think he's told you anything I don't know yet, but I'm glad you're looking out for him. And... I'm not going to do that to him. Don't worry, okay?”

Elliott looked unconvinced and reluctant to leave so quickly, so Blaine decided to just lay all his cards on the table.

“I'm in love with him. Truly, madly, deeply. I'd never do anything to hurt him, not intentionally. Now, please leave so I can snuggle with the man of my dreams and leave the interrogation to his grizzly bear of a father. Deal?”

The junior snorted a laugh and nodded. “Deal.”

Blaine shut the door quietly, and turned to crawl back into bed, when a sleepy voice piped up.

“My dad isn't a grizzly bear. Maybe a teddy bear at best.”

Blaine jumped a bit, but grinned once he caught up a second later and he hurled himself on top of the boy, who made an “umph!” noise, then laughed.

“You're squishing me!”

“Don't care,” Blaine murmured in response and gently brought his lips to Kurt's. They spent a bit of time kissing leisurely, before a grumble sounded around them and Blaine pulled back with a laugh, looking down at a blushing Kurt averting his gaze.

“I've worked up an appetite, okay? Sex really does burn a lot of energy, it's not just a myth.”

“C'mon then,” the senior chuckled and sat up, holding out a hand for Kurt, who hissed upon copying his position. “I'll take you to a café that's actually good for breakfast. Or would you like me to just get something and bring it back here, if you're, uh, too sore?”

Kurt shook his head and grinned, stating that he “would very much like to parade his boyfriend around campus and the city”, and making Blaine's heart swell in the process. Boyfriends. They hadn't talked it out, but he knew it was what he wanted; had known for quite some time. His mantra, the one he kept repeating to his friends, had always been that if both parties of any sexual encounter were willing, there was no reason not to go for it, no reason to complicate it; it still applied in this case, only it wasn't only sex it applied to anymore.

He had a boyfriend, who currently let himself be led into the bathroom where they carefully, reverently, washed the residue of their lovemaking off one another before getting dressed and stepping out, their hands interlocked and swinging between them to the rhythm of the whispers of everyone who spotted them.