“Should auld acquaintance be forgot,” he began, launching into a slowed version of “Auld Lang Syne.” Kurt stood with him, smiling as then held hands and Blaine sang. He knew this was all going out on national television, but he didn’t care. He only had eyes for Blaine. Blaine’s voice rang out, rich and deep, the notes filling the air amongst the cries of joy from down below them on the streets. It was pandemonium of the most amazing kind and Kurt could feel it. This was a new start, a new year.

It was first day of the rest of his and Blaine’s lives together.

*

Finally, finally, they were dismissed and shown to a limo. Blaine pulled Kurt toward him and they cuddled during the drive through the busy New York streets. They managed to drop Julie at her hotel and then were back at the condo.

Kurt made a quick call to check in with his dad, to let them know he and Blaine had made it home okay. Blaine watched him with a smile as Kurt talked, giving him a brief rundown of events. He wandered over to the stereo, turning it on low. He took off his suit jacket, draping it over the chair before unbuttoning and rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows. Kurt hung up, setting his phone on the coffee table before sliding his suit jacket off too. He put his on top of Blaine’s and smiled at him.

The song switched over, the opening strains of “The Way You Look Tonight” filling the room. Blaine held out his hand to Kurt. “Dance with me?”

“What?” Kurt replied, surprised. Blaine gestured with his hand, and Kurt took it, letting Blaine pull him in front of the fireplace. Kurt held Blaine close and Blaine was unable to look away from his eyes as they moved around in a slow circle.

“Someday, when I'm awfully low,” Blaine started singing softly in Kurt’s ear. “When the world is cold, I will feel a glow just thinking of you, and the way you look tonight.”

Kurt took the next verse, making him smile. “Yes, you're lovely, with your smile so warm, and your cheeks so soft,” he sang. Blaine could feel tears forming in his eyes. “There is nothing for me but to love you and the way you look tonight.”

They never once stopped moving, just kept dancing around in their slow circle, feet shuffling just enough to keep in motion. Their voices joined together for the last part of the song. “With each word your tenderness grows, tearing my fears apart. And that laugh that wrinkles your nose, it touches my foolish heart.” Blaine pressed his forehead to Kurt’s as the song finished, wanting nothing more than to live in this moment forever.

“Lovely, never, ever change; keep that breathless charm. Won't you please arrange it, ‘cause I love you. Just the way you look tonight.” Blaine finished the song. He and Kurt stopped moving, their gazes locked. Blaine wasn’t sure who moved first, but then they were kissing, lips pressed gently together. His feelings were almost overwhelming, his senses on overload as he pulled back and looked at Kurt.

“Make love to me,” Blaine whispered.

*

It wasn’t until they got into the bedroom, their clothes on the floor, and he had Blaine pinned to the bed that Kurt fully got what Blaine was asking him for.

Specifically, it was the moment when Blaine handed him a condom and bottle of lube.

He was so shocked that he nearly dropped the items. It didn’t help that he was sure his face was flaming red. Sure, he and Blaine had discussed this as something they’d wanted to try… eventually. Kurt stared down at the condom and lube with wide eyes before finally forcing his head up to meet Blaine’s gaze. Blaine’s eyes were full of love and hope and Kurt knew that Blaine wanted this. Still, he had to ask.

“Are y-you sure?” he stuttered out, still reeling.

“Yes,” Blaine whispered, smiling softly. “I want everything.” He paused, worry filling his eyes. “Unless you don’t?”

“No,” Kurt rushed to reassure him. “It’s just… I didn’t expect…”

“Oh,” Blaine replied. “We don’t have to tonight. I don’t know, I just wanted…”

“No, Blaine, I do,” Kurt insisted. That was true. He did. He really, really did. “I’m just… kind of freaking out because I have no idea what I’m doing. There’s only so much a pamphlet can tell you.”

“Me either,” Blaine replied, smiling again. “We’ll figure it out.”

“What if I hurt you?” Kurt asked.

“It’s probably going to hurt, Kurt,” Blaine murmured. “I still want to.”

“Okay,” Kurt breathed out, staring into his eyes. “Okay.”

“I love you,” Blaine whispered back, leaning up and kissing him gently. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Kurt replied, scooting backward to kneel between Blaine’s legs. “You have to tell me if this hurts.”

“Scout’s honor,” Blaine promised, grabbing a pillow and sliding it under his hips. Kurt made a mental note to have it replace before he left. If he didn’t, Blaine would probably end up sleeping on it, and that would probably be gross.

His fingers shook when he opened up the lube and spread some out onto his fingers. It felt like the most defining moment of his life. Kurt wondered if Blaine had felt the same way last week, when he’d explored Kurt with his fingers.

“Kurt?” Blaine asked, sounding concerned. Kurt blinked, startled, looking at Blaine. The sight nearly took his breath away – Blaine was laid out on the bed, his dark hair starting to curl against the gel in it. His legs were spread, giving Kurt a perfect view. He took a deep breath. He could do this.

He reached out with his hand, letting his fingers gently tease around the rim of Blaine’s hole. He was rewarded with a whimper. Kurt lifted his head up to look at Blaine, making sure that was a good noise. Blaine’s eyes were dark and intense, but not filled with pain, so Kurt kept going, working in a finger.

Blaine was gasping a little now, one hand clenching the pillow under his hips tightly. “Okay?” Kurt asked.

“Yes,” Blaine breathed out. “Yes, it just…”

“Burns?” Kurt remembered that feeling, remembered how Blaine’s fingers worked him open, making him feel so, so good and he wanted nothing more than to do the same thing for Blaine. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”

Blaine nodded and Kurt set about moving his finger around slowly, spreading as much of the lube inside Blaine as he could – he remembered that much from the pamphlets his dad had gotten him. “I think you could… another one,” Blaine managed after a few minutes.

“You sure?” Kurt double-checked.

“Yes,” Blaine told him. “Please, I…”

Kurt added more lube and slid a second finger in next to the first one. Blaine hissed and arched his back a little. Blaine didn’t stop him, so Kurt took that as a good sign and moved his fingers as best he could, stretching Blaine as open as possible.

It wasn’t long before Blaine was begging for a third finger. Kurt didn’t hesitate this time, fascinated by the way that Blaine was falling apart in front of him. He had no idea that he would get this kind of reaction from Blaine. He was repeating Kurt’s name, writhing against Kurt’s fingers, one hand gripping the pillow under him and his other hand tangled in his hair. Kurt wasn’t even sure that Blaine was aware he was doing any of these things, so lost in it he was.

“Blaine,” Kurt asked in a shaky voice, “are you… ready?” He hoped Blaine was because he felt like he’d been hard forever and he might actually die if he didn’t come soon.

Blaine opened his eyes as Kurt pulled out his fingers. “I think so,” Blaine replied quietly. Kurt nodded and exhaled loudly, picking up the condom from where it sat next to them on the bed. “Let me,” Blaine offered, gesturing to Kurt’s lube slicked hand. He sat up, taking the condom from Kurt. Blaine fumbled with getting it open, but finally did and Kurt couldn’t hold in his moan at the feel of Blaine’s hand on his cock.

Oh, this was probably going to be over embarrassingly fast. Blaine lay back down on the bed as Kurt shifted closer. He felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest, it was beating so hard.

He bit his lip, hardly daring to breathe as he did his best to line his cock up with Blaine’s hole and press in slowly. Blaine let out a cry and Kurt froze, Blaine already like a vice grip around him. “It’s okay,” Blaine said, his eyes squeezing shut. “Keep going.”

“How bad is it?” Kurt asked, refusing to move.

“It burns but it’s not… I need you to keep going,” Blaine told him. “Please.”

Kurt took a deep breath then, feeling as if he might pass out, before pushing the rest of the way inside Blaine.

The realization nearly made him come right then.

He was inside Blaine.

“Kurt,” Blaine gasped out, once Kurt had bottomed out.

“I know.” Kurt put one hand down on the mattress and leaned forward to kiss Blaine. He shifted inside Blaine has he did so and the movement sent a shock through both of them. Blaine groaned against his lips and Kurt was lost, his hips moving slowly of their own accord.

He never expected it to feel like this, this intensity of sensations washing over them. Kurt had never felt more like they were two halves of the same whole than he did in that moment. It was everything. Blaine was everything.

He had no idea it was possible to love Blaine more than he already did until right then.
Blaine’s fingers dug into Kurt’s arms, his body trembling under Kurt’s, and Kurt knew he was close. Kurt wanted him to come first so he hung on as long as he could, thrusting as fast and as hard as he dared. Blaine let out a whine and then tightened around him, coming hard. Kurt saw white as his orgasm washed over him.

*

Blaine wasted no time pulling Kurt close. Kurt had barely pulled out and tossed the used condom in the trash (after wrapping it in tissues) before Blaine had his arms around him.

“Blaine,” Kurt protested. “We’re completely gross right now.”

“Hush,” Blaine said, kissing him. “That was… I have to be holding you right now, okay?”

“Okay,” Kurt agreed softly. It was pretty nice, even if they were less than clean. “How long until our parents get back?”

“Forty-five minutes,” Blaine answered with a look at the clock, his fingertips brushing up and down Kurt’s back.

“We should clean up in here, shower,” Kurt suggested. He did not want to face his father smelling like sex, thanks very much.

“In a minute,” Blaine murmured. Kurt snuggled closer. He was okay with that.

*

Blaine felt like the last hour was this crazy but wonderful dream – until he moved and then the pleasant ache in his backside reminded him that it so, so wasn’t a dream.

He and Kurt had made love and it had been amazing. “We really have to get up now,” Kurt told him, eying the clock. Blaine sighed.

“Shower with me?” he wanted to know. He didn’t want to be apart from Kurt if he didn’t have to.

“Yeah,” Kurt breathed out, smiling. Blaine eased carefully out of bed, wincing a little. “Sore?” Kurt wanted to know, his face lined with worry.

“Yes,” Blaine answered, “but not too bad.”

“You sure?”

“I would tell you, I promise,” Blaine insisted. “I’m fine, Kurt, honest.”

Kurt leaned over, starting the shower and turning it up as hot they both could stand. They took their time showering, washing each other slowly between kisses. They probably would have done more, but they were running out of time. Kurt left Blaine to dry and put pajamas on, electing to strip the bed and put fresh sheets on it. Blaine shoved the dirty ones into his hamper. He’d wash them after Kurt and his family were gone, when his mother was out with errands or something.

Blaine slid into bed slowly and was surprised when Kurt climbed in with him. The door was cracked open, he noticed as he pulled up the covers. “Aren’t you worried about your dad?” Blaine asked.

Kurt shrugged. “I want to be in here with you tonight. I’ll just tell him you needed me and I’ll deal with it if it’s a problem.”

“I don’t want you to get into trouble,” Blaine worried. He didn’t – Kurt would be leaving on Monday and Blaine wanted him to have all his phone and computer privileges so they could stay in touch.

“It’ll be fine,” Kurt muttered. “Go to sleep, Blaine.”

“I love you,” Blaine replied.

“Love you,” Kurt murmured back, snuggling close, his breath hitting Blaine’s neck in little puffs of air. Kurt went limp a few moments later, succumbing to sleep. Blaine held him tightly, wishing they could be like that, always.

*

Kurt was right – no one said anything about the two of them sharing a bed. They spent a lazy Sunday watching terrible movies on TV and eating way too much popcorn before he had to start packing. He and Finn were like a tornado in their room, as stuff flew into various pieces of luggage.

Kurt devoted himself to packing, even going as far to check out that Carole and his dad were completely packed as well. He didn’t want to think about what packing meant – that he’d have to go back to Ohio and leave Blaine in New York.

He was so tired of being too young, of being in high school. He just wanted to be with Blaine now.

He knew better than to voice that out loud, though. Instead, he and Blaine slept in the same bed again that night, and he set off for the airport with his family bright and early Monday morning.

They said their goodbyes to Blaine and Grace at the condo and it was just like every goodbye Kurt had had with Blaine in California.

“Call me when you land,” Blaine reminded Kurt.

“I will,” Kurt promised. “At least you’re in my time zone for the next week. That’ll make talking easier.”

They exchanged kisses and I love yous while their families made a big deal of looking elsewhere.

“I’ll see you soon,” Blaine promised.

“Soon,” Kurt echoed, waving as he and his family stepped into the elevator, and then Blaine was gone from his sight.