This wasn’t right. This wasn’t the way things were supposed to go. Kurt was the damaged one, not Blaine. Kurt was the one who sobbed at night for long hours after a nightmare, needing fixing and help. Seeing Blaine so broken and lost fueled the hate in Kurt’s heart toward Sebastian and wished ill will upon him in the most awful of ways.

Blaine had saved Kurt from himself all those months ago, so Kurt owed him everything. He was going to do everything in his power to get Mikey back for Blaine, and won’t be satisfied until Sebastian gets what he deserves or is rotting inside a jail cell at the very least.

It was then Kurt knew what it was like for Blaine to hold him as he wept. Kurt felt utterly helpless because there was nothing he could do when he wanted to do so much. He never truly understood Blaine until now.

After an unmeasurable amount of time because Kurt wasn’t focusing on anything but comforting Blaine, his heaving sorrow had ceased. Blaine’s breathing slowed, but Kurt could tell he wasn’t falling asleep. How could he right? Kurt couldn’t even sleep with his mind buzzing with so much, and he wasn’t the one who suffered a terrible loss.

“Kurt?” Blaine finally whispered in a wrecked voice. It made Kurt’s heart ache.

“Yes,” Kurt breathed, kissing his hair and stroking his back.

“I’m really sorry that you have to deal with all this,” Blaine mumbled, still sniffling and sounding utterly exhausted and just so sad.

“Hey,” Kurt grabbed his cheeks and kissed him on the forehead. “Don’t apologize. If I were in your position and I didn’t have someone to hold me, I’m not sure what I would have done. I’m here for you baby, always.”

“I’m so thankful for you Kurt,” Blaine choked up, but his tears had run out. “I’m thankful for everything you’ve done for me. For your forgiveness. I owe you so much.”

“You don’t owe me anything,” Kurt said soothingly, rubbing his arms. “You are my world, and you saved me from myself when I met you in that bar in New York. You stepping into my life was the best thing that had ever happened to me, and I’m going to do anything in my power to make this better for you, and for Sebastian to pay.”

“You really mean that Kurt?” Blaine asked in a small voice.

“I mean it with every fiber of my being,” Kurt said with vindication. “We’re going to get Mikey back and move back to New York and be a family.”

Blaine’s mouth fell open slightly, and his eyes flooded afresh with tears again, but this time they were of pure joy.

“Oh my god, Kurt,” Blaine sobbed. “Don’t say something like that unless you mean it.”

Kurt looked him straight in the eye. “I do. This is what I want. A life with you.”

Blaine wailed and wrapped his arms tightly around Kurt, nuzzling into his shoulder. “That’s all I ever wanted,” he mumbled into Kurt’s shirt, where it was getting damp with happy tears. “Oh, Kurt..,”

“Shhh,” Kurt hushed, gliding his fingers through his loose, curly hair. “Stop crying, you’re going to make yourself sick.”

Blaine didn’t comply nor answer, just surged his lips up into Kurt’s and kissed him with all he had. The loss of Mikey was slipping away because Blaine had such utter faith and trust in Kurt. He knew they would find a way, as long as they did it together. Blaine tried to show this without words, but with his lips, and Kurt seemed to get the message.

Blaine rolled himself fully onto Kurt, pressing the bodies together as Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine’s neck. Their lips moved in synchronization as their tongues danced. It wasn’t long until they both started panting again, growing hard from the contact and the heat.

After several long minutes of passion, the making out was getting intense. Kurt and Blaine actually hadn’t had sex since before, and they were both getting desperate.�Finn was asleep in the living room with Carol, the TV’s volume low, so they had to be quiet if they were going to do this.

They clawed at each other’s clothes, and Blaine was moaning brokenly into Kurt’s mouth as they rutted frantically against each other. Sweat was starting to bead on Blaine’s forehead when Kurt rolled them over, letting his teeth sink into the spot where Blaine’s neck met his shoulder.

“Kurt,” he sighed, scratching his nails down Kurt’s back, trying to expose more of his flesh. “Kurt, I want you inside me so bad.. please,” Blane begged.

Then like his own personal buzz kill, Kurt’s mind had a brief flashback of the last person he was inside. Revulsion, pity and guilt slammed into him, and Kurt broke away from Blaine, scooting up on the bed, holding his legs to his chest.

“Kurt? What’s wrong? Did I do something?” Blaine still looked kind of dazed, but Kurt could tell he felt worried, rejected and hurt.

“Blaine, there’s something I haven’t told you,” Kurt confessed, his voice strained. He bit his knee and started to rock.

Blaine’s entire body flooded with concern. He crawled to Kurt, and took Kurt’s face into the palm of his hand. “What is it? You can tell me anything.”

“When we broke up, and I was feeling really down… well,” Kurt started to shake. He didn’t know how Blaine would take the news. Would Blaine be angry? Disgusted? Hurt? Would Blaine leave him? All the air seemed to disappear out of his lungs at the thought. But something compelled him to tell the truth. That something called love.

“I slept with Karofsky.”

Blaine stared at him for what felt like a century. “Wait what?”

“I slept with Karofsky,” Kurt repeated in a small voice, his heart pounding against his rib cage. He felt like he was going to burst into tears because he couldn’t read Blaine’s expression.

“When,” Blaine instantly demanded in a hard voice.

Kurt gulped. “I told you, it was when you left me-”

Blaine looked panicked like he didn’t want to breach that subject or hear details. “No, no I mean was it in New York, here or what?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“I just do,” Blaine mumbled, looking directly at Kurt with hesitant eyes. “Otherwise I’ll drive myself insane always wondering and not knowing for sure.”

Kurt sighed, not wanting to go into detail, or he might feel sick. “In was in this room,” he admitted, still having a difficult time breathing.

Blaine looked around alarmed, then hopped off the bed like it was contaminated. “Why did you do such a thing?” Blaine wondered, his eyes looking wide and sad.

“I don’t know,” Kurt sighed, but Blaine continued.

“It’s just that, after what he did to you in high school and everything,” he rambled. “I thought you didn’t find him attractive, and that he wasn’t your type. Was I mistaken? Was he better than me?”

Blaine started pacing and pulling at his hair. Kurt grabbed his wrist and forced him to stop.

“No,” Kurt said meaningfully. “It meant nothing to me. It was just me feeling bad about myself and I wanted company. Karofsky really cares about me and was a bit desperate, so I just gave in. I regret it so much, though. Nobody could ever compare to you and what you mean to me, Blaine.”

Blaine looked back to him, his eyes brimming with tears. He sat back down next to Kurt on the bed and squeezed his hands. “I understand. I’m sorry I freaked out for a second.”

“It’s okay,” Kurt smiled slightly, stroking Blaine’s palms lightly with his fingertips. “I just needed to tell you because I couldn’t make love to you again without you knowing.”

Blaine looked touched and leaned in to kiss Kurt sweetly. “I really appreciate it, Kurt but now the mood is kind of ruined. I can’t stop thinking about you two doing it in this bed.”

Blaine frowned looking like he was going to hop up again. “We didn’t do it in the bed,” Kurt assured without even thinking. He instantly regretted saying that, because the flashbacks came back with a vivid force. Ugh.

Blaine looked taken aback. “What, then where..?”

Kurt scrunched his face up and glanced at the floor. Blaine immediately got the hint, and a flash of hurt crossed over his features.

“I’m sorry,” Kurt said again, wishing he could take it all back. Kurt was preparing for the worst, but Blaine was actually taking it pretty well.

Blaine softened at Kurt’s tone and grabbed his face and kissed him again. “Don’t worry about it , Kurt. But now it means that this bed is free game.”

Blaine sounded a little mischievous, and Kurt was unendingly grateful that the mood had lightened to what it was previously.

“That’s true,” Kurt agreed coyly, smiling into the kiss he placed on Blaine’s lips once more while pushing him onto his back and straddling him. Kurt made with Blaine’s belt and slid it the floor, running his hands under Blaine’s shirt and feeling him shiver.

“I’ve missed you,” Kurt said suddenly, voice flowing with pure affection. “I thought I never was going to have this again, but here we are.”

Blaine caressed Kurt’s face, smiling so much he thought it was going to hurt. “I know exactly what you mean. Our last experiences were terrible, so let’s erase them.”

Kurt stiffened because he forgot that Sebastian had raped Blaine. A dark pulse of anger seeped through him as well as panic. “Oh, shit, we don’t have to do this. Tell me if you want me to stop, because I would never push you so far-”

Blaine put his finger on Kurt’s lip, effectively silencing him. “I want this.”

Kurt merely nodded still slightly worried, yet still pulled his loose t-shirt over his head and threw it to the floor. Blaine ran his hands slowly up his naked chest, and it was Kurt’s turn to shiver. Blaine sat up so Kurt could remove the likes of his, and then they were back to kissing heatedly, trying to pull their bodies closer because forever and everywhere wasn’t enough.

Kurt pulled back after a while, requiring oxygen, and breathed brokenly into Blaine’s mouth. Blaine continued staring at Kurt’s lips, while Kurt admired his dark curtain of eyelashes fanning over his cheeks, and the faint blush that colored his dark skin.

“So I wanted to return the favor of something,” Kurt whispered before kissing Blaine quickly on the corner of his mouth.

“Oh?” Blaine’s voice was dripping with arousal. His chest was sweaty and flushed, and it made Kurt nearly drool.

“Mmhm,” Kurt giggled like a virgin. “Lean back.”

Blaine obliged, licking down Blaine’s chest before hooking his fingers into the waistband of Blaine’s jeans and underwear, sliding them all the way off. Kurt took a minute to appreciate the view that he once thought he could never have again. But now they had all the time in the world, and Kurt didn’t want to waste a second.

Kurt immediately spread Blaine’s thighs apart, and went straight for the gold. With his large, flat tongue he traced the contours of Blaine’s fully hard cock before teasing his balls for a bit, until he swirled around Blaine’s puckered hole.

“I approve of this,” Blaine’s breath hitched and then he moaned, fisting Kurt’s hair. While stroking Blaine’s thighs, making the hairs stand on end, Kurt tongued his entrance before slipping in and humming because Blaine tasted so clean and delicious.

Kurt withdrew after a moment just to mutter one word, “Suck,” before he pressed his index and middle finger on Blaine’s perfectly plump lips. Blaine did as he was told, slathering Kurt’s fingers with a decent amount of saliva, humming in anticipation for what was to come.

Kurt pulled his fingers out of Blaine’s mouth, and then used his thumbs to pull his cheeks wider apart and went to town tonguing Blaine’s hole. Blaine positively shrieked in pleasure, and it only got better when Kurt pressed his wet fingers inside him, crooking them in searchance of his prostate while working him open at the same time.

“Oh god Kurt,” Blaine thrashed his head about in the pillows. “Fuck me now, before I come, oh fuck!”

Once Kurt was satisfied in making Blaine writhe in the sheets, he kneeled in between Blaine’s legs, pulling his pants down to his knees and sliding his cock down Blaine’s crack and circled his hole. Blaine shuddered at the contact, thrusting upward and gripped Kurt’s hips.

“Please,” Blaine begged, moaning softly to himself. Kurt watched as a bead of sweat dripped deliciously down his adam’s apple.

“But, I need lube,” Kurt protested after his moment of distraction, his concern for Blaine’s comfort being the utmost of importance.

“Here, let me help you,” Blaine sat up, his mouth open and sunk down on Kurt’s cock, slathering him heartily with saliva. Kurt moaned because his cock was finally being touched, and Blaine’s mouth was just sinfully good.

Blaine pulled off, wiping his bottom lip. “God, Kurt. I love you in my mouth. The desire to suck you off is only infinitesimally a fraction less than my desire for you to make love to me.”

Kurt grinned, pulling his pants and underwear all the way off, “That’s because you were born to take cock, Blaine.”

Blaine fell onto his back again, sighing. “You don’t need to tell me twice.” He spread his thighs apart, presenting himself gloriously for Kurt. Kurt was sure that no matter how many times they would get intimate, seeing Blaine spread out like this would never fail to get him going.

Kurt settled in between Blaine’s thighs, teasing Blaine’s entrance with the tip of his cock again, groaning deep in his throat before sliding in slowly. Blaine’s back arched and he grabbed Kurt’s hips again, his thighs clenching around Kurt’s waist.

Kurt circled his hips a few times, letting Blaine adjust and also make sure he was stretched thoroughly enough. However, Blaine seemed frustrated that Kurt was taking this so slow, trying to impale himself down all the way.

Kurt laughed silently, stroking Blaine’s clenching abs, and then grabbing his muscled shoulders, leaning forward and shoving himself all the way in, causing them both to moan pleasurably.

Kurt pulled out almost all the way, and snapped his hips forward again, quickly picking up a steady pace. Kurt relished in the overwhelming sensation of this feeling so right. The sound of their skin slapping together and their names flowing around the room was perfection. Kurt finally felt whole again and he couldn’t be happier. Tears collected at the corner of his eyes as he attempted to kiss Blaine, who was panting raggedly.

“I’m close,” Blaine grunted after a while, sliding his tongue along Kurt’s bottom lip and then squeezing Kurt’s ass with brutal force.

Kurt sped up as the heat coiled in the base of his spine, his balls tightening and his thrusts got even more erratic. Kurt wrapped his hand around Blaine and pumped him hot and fast, wanting Blaine to get off first since it was Kurt’s favorite thing to see was Blaine fall apart.

As if one cue, Blaine’s whole body clenched, throwing his head back and the muscles in his neck popped out as he shuddered through orgasm. With each convulsion, Blaine’s mouth fell open even wider, and that’s what did Kurt in the end.

Kurt pulled out, and before his tingling fatigue overtook him, he courteously lapped up his own come dripping out of Blaine’s hole, causing Blaine to flail from the overwhelming sensation.

“God, that was fucking amazing,” Blaine sighed, pulling Kurt up so they could snuggle. Blaine rubbed his toe up Kurt’s calf, and it was oddly soothing before sucking Kurt’s tongue into his mouth to taste himself. Kurt groaned as his cock twitched in interest so soon after coming.

“I love you,” Kurt replied, butterflies assaulting his stomach. He had almost forgotten they had reached that stage, and he wanted to say it a million times over.

Blaine was overcome with joy, never wanting this to end. “I love you too, Kurt.”

They soon drifted off, not really caring that they probably were going to have to get up soon to attempt to get everything in order again. Even as content as Kurt felt, he couldn’t help but worry at the devastating possibility that they might lose Mikey forever.