Burt and Carole had said goodnight moments before, already upstairs (after Burt gruffly reminded them not to stay up too late, and that Kurt would be sleeping in his bed and Blaine on the couch, no exceptions). He went into the living room, Kurt following him, and sat on the couch while Kurt picked out a movie and popped it in.

“Titanic, Kurt?” Blaine replied, staring at him in surprise. “It’s a three hour movie.”

“I know,” Kurt grinned, and then bit his lip. “I’ll be down here until it’s over.” He pressed a kiss to Blaine’s lips.

“Kurt, your parents are upstairs,” Blaine reminded him.

“They’re probably already asleep,” Kurt replied. “And both of them could sleep through a train derailment.”

“We’re not going to watch much of the movie, are we?”

“Not unless you want to,” Kurt murmured, shifting closer.

“I’ve seen it,” Blaine uttered, pulling Kurt to him and kissing him fiercely. He leaned back onto the couch cushion, tugging Kurt on top of him. Kurt’s hands were buried in his hair, and they both groaned into each other’s mouths as Kurt settled between his legs.

Kurt wrenched his mouth away, attacked Blaine’s neck with his lips and tongue. “Missed you,” he breathed in Blaine’s ear, making Blaine shiver. He let his hands roam along Kurt’s back, feeling Kurt’s muscles moving under his hands.

Having a sudden desire to feel skin, he pulled Kurt’s shirt free from his pants and then set about undoing the buttons. Blaine slid his hands under the fabric of Kurt’s undershirt and lifted both garments over Kurt’s head.

“Yours too,” Kurt insisted breathlessly. “Off.” He tugged Blaine’s cardigan off his shoulders and then his shirt as well. Kurt bent down to kiss him again, but Blaine stopped him for a second.

“How far is this going?” he asked Kurt.

“I don’t… I don’t know,” Kurt replied, biting his lip. “As far as last time?”

“You’re okay with that?”

“Yeah.” Blaine let Kurt kiss him then, their arms and hands tangling together in an attempt to touch as much skin as possible. Their hips rocked together, making them both moan.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about this,” Kurt gasped.

“Same,” Blaine whispered against his lips. “But that’s why they invented masturbation.”

“You – you can’t just say things like that.” Kurt sounded scandalized, and Blaine let out a quiet laugh.

“Why not?” Blaine said, cupping Kurt’s face with his hand. “It’s true.”

“You really think about me while you…” he trailed off, his face flushing.

“Of course I do,” Blaine told him. Kurt let out whimper and then his lips were on Blaine’s again. His pelvis moved against Blaine’s at rapid pace and Blaine dug his fingertips into Kurt’s hips so hard he wondered if he’d left marks. He trembled as he came, Kurt’s name on his lips.

Kurt followed a moment later, and Blaine held him tightly.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” he said, kissing the top of Kurt’s head.

“Me too,” Kurt replied, and then shifted like he was uncomfortable. “But maybe we should… clean up.”

“Yeah,” Blaine agreed, and the two of them headed upstairs to Kurt’s room. Kurt disappeared into his bathroom and returned after a few minutes with a wet wash cloth, having already changed into his pajamas. He handed Blaine the cloth and they both jumped as footsteps sounded in the hallway.

Finn was home.

They shared a look, and then burst out laughing.

“Well, that would have been something,” Blaine said, grabbing his clothes and heading into the bathroom to change.

“He would have been scarred for life,” Kurt replied, grinning. “Almost would have been worth it.”

*

Kurt found himself waking early Saturday morning. The house was still silent, except for Finn’s snores from down the hall. He slipped out of bed and sat down in front of his computer, starting it up. He wanted to check a couple of online auctions he’d bid on.

After checking his email and seeing that he’d won one of the two auctions (he couldn’t wait until the scarf arrived), and decided to log onto Tumblr for the first time since Christmas. He scrolled a little, reblogged a few things, replied to a few “Hey man, where you been?” messages that popped up when his followers saw he was on, and then stopped at the newest post to show up on his dashboard.

Saw Blaine Anderson on a flight to Ohio yesterday.

The post was a copy and paste of a tweet from a handle he didn’t recognize (probably just some random fangirl), but half his dash had commented on it.

What’s he doing in Ohio?

Wasn’t he just there?

He has family there, right?

Yeah, his dad lives there, I think

What if he’s going to visit this guy?

Kurt stared at the last comment, because underneath it was the picture of him and Blaine hugging at the airport from last fall.

Forever bitter we still don’t know who this guy is. Surely Tumblr CSI can figure this out!

That’s when Blaine found him.

“Whatcha’ lookin’ at?” Blaine said, startling Kurt when he put his arms around Kurt and leaned his head down on Kurt’s shoulder.

“Tumblr,” Kurt managed. “You scared the crap out of me.”

“Sorry,” Blaine laughed, and Kurt knew he wasn’t, not really. “Wow, it’s like they track my every move.”

“You have been coming here a lot,” Kurt replied.

“I have this pathological need to see you.” Blaine smiled. “Let them speculate.”

“What if someone figures it out?” Kurt asked, worry on his face.

“We’ll deal with it then.” Blaine nibbled on his ear, and Kurt shivered. “Come on, I feel a sudden need for pancakes.”

*

It wasn’t until much later that Blaine finally brought up something that had been bothering him. He and Kurt had retreated to Kurt’s room, under the pretense of watching a movie. They were actually watching it, much to Blaine’s surprise.

“Kurt?” he finally said. Kurt looked up at Blaine from where his head lay on Blaine’s chest.

“Hmmm?”

“I keep meaning to ask you – that boy, last night in the locker room…” he trailed off when he saw the expression on Kurt’s face tighten.

“That was… Dave Karofsky,” Kurt finally replied.

“The one who…” Blaine put it together – Kurt had been alone (again) in the locker room with a boy who’d kissed him against his will and threatened to kill him.

“Yes,” Kurt confirmed quietly. “The one.”

“What did he want?”

“Funnily enough, he apologized,” Kurt answered. “He said he was in therapy, and he’s going to leave me alone.”

“Good,” Blaine said, fighting the urge to fly Kurt to LA and lock him away in his penthouse where no one would ever hurt him again. Kurt went quiet for a moment.

“He likes me… like that,” Kurt spoke so softly Blaine almost didn’t hear him.

“He-he said that?” Blaine asked. Kurt nodded, biting his lip.

“I don’t understand it,” he admitted. “And there’s no way I could ever return his feelings, even if you and I…”

“Just as long as you tell someone if he starts bothering you again.”

“Promise,” Kurt replied, smiling at him.

“Seal it with a kiss?” Blaine asked, grinning. Blaine knew the minute his lips met Kurt’s they were going to miss the rest of the movie.

*

“Kurt?” Blaine’s voice called to him in the darkness. Kurt sat up in his bed, rubbing his eyes.

“Blaine?” he replied, his voice low and thick with sleep. He heard his door shut, and Blaine’s footsteps crossing his room. Kurt reached to flip his light on, but Blaine’s eyes must have already adjusted to the darkness and he reached out and stopped him.

“Don’t,” Blaine whispered, kneeling on the bed before Kurt.

“What’s going on?” Kurt was still confused as to why Blaine had woken him in the middle of the night. “You have to catch a plane in, like, eight hours, why are you awake?”

“I needed you,” Blaine murmured. “I couldn’t sleep.” He kissed Kurt suddenly and swiftly, and Kurt made a surprised noise. Blaine pressed him back into the bed, crawling on top of him as Kurt tried to process what was happening. “Please,” Blaine whispered. “Please.”

Unable to deny him, Kurt pulled Blaine back in for another kiss, their limbs tangling together among the sheets. “Couldn’t sleep,” Blaine kept talking, his voice low and right in Kurt’s ear as they struggled to get each other’s shirts off in the dark. “Kept thinking about you, and how I have to leave, and – oh, God–" Blaine cut off as Kurt brought his lips to Blaine’s neck and sucked hard on the skin.

Blaine’s fingers dug into Kurt’s back, and he wondered idly if he’d have marks in the morning. The thought was not unappealing, and Kurt wrenched his mouth away from Blaine’s neck to find his lips again. He felt Blaine’s hands tighten on his hips and Blaine pulled away with a gasp.

“Can I touch you, Kurt?” he asked. Kurt moaned at the desperation in Blaine’s voice.

“Yes,” Kurt managed. Blaine kissed him again, his hand sliding down across Kurt’s pelvis and then finally over his clothed erection. Kurt arched up from the bed at the contact, letting out a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a squeak. Blaine’s tongue delved into his mouth, and his hand squeezed and stroked Kurt’s cock and Kurt didn’t know which way was up anymore.

He’d thought what he and Blaine had done before had felt good, but this felt a million times better, and Kurt didn’t know how that was possible but it was, and God, could Blaine just never stop touching him?

“Never stop,” Blaine promised with a breathy voice, and that’s when Kurt realized he’d said most of that out loud. Maybe he’d be embarrassed later but right now he didn’t care. His hands tangled in Blaine’s hair as he gasped and writhed in time with Blaine’s strokes, and he could feel Blaine’s eyes on him in the darkness, even if he couldn’t see them. “I love you,” Blaine murmured, and that was all it took for Kurt. He came hard, spots appearing behind his eyes as he let out a low cry.

“Blaine,” was all he could say he could speak. “Blaine.”

“I got you,” Blaine said, holding him close. He could feel Blaine, hard and digging into his hip, and set out to do something about it the moment he felt like he had control of his limbs. Kurt pushed Blaine onto his back, and kneeled between his legs.

“Can I?” he asked, his hands on the waistband of Blaine’s lounge pants.

“Off?” Blaine asked breathlessly.

“Uh huh,” Kurt replied. “I owe you a kiss, remember?” Blaine groaned and lifted his hips in silent agreement. Kurt was glad it was dark, he wasn’t sure he’d have the nerve to go through with this otherwise. Kurt tugged Blaine’s pants and underwear off, tossing them next to him on the bed.

Heart beating fast, he ran his fingertips over Blaine’s hipbones, and Blaine shivered. Steeling his resolve, Kurt leaned down and pressed a kiss to Blaine’s hip. He could feel Blaine’s cock pressing against his chest, and Blaine gasped. Smiling, Kurt trailed his tongue down Blaine’s pelvis before pulling back and wrapping one of his hands around Blaine’s erection. Blaine groaned out his name.

Kurt marveled over how similar and yet how different Blaine was from him, before taking a deep breath. He decided to just go for it, leaning over and licking along Blaine’s length.

Blaine’s voice sounded wrecked when he uttered Kurt’s name, and Kurt smiled. He continued licking, learning the shape of Blaine with his tongue and committing it to memory. Blaine was writhing and panting beneath him, and Kurt just… loved every minute of it. He finally sank his mouth down over the head of Blaine’s cock, sucking lightly. He didn’t try to take too much (this was his first time doing anything like this and God forbid he choked or something and it turned out really terrible and Blaine never wanted to do it again), and Blaine cried out, hips arching instinctively. Kurt pulled back for a second, and then repeated his actions again, and again.

“Kurt, gonna…” Blaine managed to warn him, and Kurt released him, stroking him as Blaine cried out his release.

“Holy…” Blaine mumbled as Kurt sank down next to him on the bed.

“So it was… good?”

“It was amazing,” Blaine told him, before tugging him in for a kiss. They snuggled for a few minutes before Kurt disappeared into the bathroom to clean up and change into fresh pajamas. He brought a wash cloth out to Blaine, who looked positively sinful in the light from the bathroom. Blaine cleaned himself off while Kurt found his pants and handed them to him.

Kurt settled back into bed with Blaine once he was dressed, the wash cloth currently buried at the bottom of his hamper and the bathroom light now off. Blaine held him tightly, as if Kurt was going to disappear.

“You can’t sleep up here, you know,” Kurt whispered. “My dad will kill you.”

“Tired,” Blaine mumbled into Kurt’s neck. “Comfy.”

“Blaine,” Kurt protested.

“Just for a minute,” Blaine replied. “Then I’ll go.”

That was the last thing Kurt remembered before he drifted off to sleep.