The sun continued to rise, and Kurt finally gave in to the intense pleasure of Blaine's mouth. Lying out on his back, stretched like a cat, Kurt moaned Blaine's name over and over. Kurt ran his fingers through Blaine's curls, tugging gently, warning Blaine that he was about to cum. He didn't expect Blaine to take him as far down his throat as he could, swallowing around the head, coaxing Kurt to finish. The feeling of Blaine devouring him completely was unlike anything he had ever felt.

Kurt had gone quiet. His mouth still formed words, still called out for Blaine, but no sound came out. Kurt's whole body spasmed, almost shoving up into Blaine's mouth had he not held tight to Kurt's hips and kept him pinned to the ground.

Blaine held Kurt down till the spasms subsided, swallowing until Kurt had finished. Blaine smiled, pulling away from his boyfriend, breathing heavy in the cold morning air.

"There." Blaine said, voice a little hoarse but still smooth and sexy nonetheless. "Do you feel any better?"

Blaine buttoned the fly of Kurt's jeans as he looked at his boyfriend, eyes shining, chest rising and falling rapidly, swollen hands flexing against the air as if trying to hold on to the bliss of the last hour, when Blaine had taken Kurt completely apart and then put him back together again.

"I feel...amazing." Kurt looked at Blaine with absolute awe, and then scrunched up his nose as he giggled, face blushing. "Ugh, did that sound as lame to you as it did to me?"

Blaine kissed Kurt, immediately slipping his tongue into Kurt's mouth, letting Kurt taste himself in Blaine's mouth. Kurt moaned.

"I think it's adorable," Blaine said between kisses. "I think you're adorable."

Kurt slipped his hands into Blaine's hair and looked into his eyes sincerely.

"Where did you learn to do that?"

"Ahh." Blaine smiled, kissing Kurt's nose. "I'll never tell. Let's just say that a lot of phallic fruits and vegetables were sacrificed in the making of your orgasm."

Kurt tugged at Blaine's hair playfully as Blaine laughed. Blaine lifted Kurt in the air, spinning around with Kurt in his arms. He stopped and set Kurt back on his feet, running a thoughtful finger along Kurt's jaw line, watching Kurt shut his eyes to concentrate on the feeling.

"We have a lot of things to do today." Blaine kissed Kurt's forehead, hoping that their time together on the hillside would give Kurt enough strength to confront what lay ahead. "Are you ready to go face the world?"

"Yes," Kurt nodded, his smile radiant. "For now. But some day soon you're going  to have to let me return the favor." Then something occurred to Kurt.

"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry. Did you...um..."

"Uh..." Blaine looked down bashfully at his shoes. He didn't know how to admit that having his mouth on Kurt, hearing him repeatedly moaning his name, had made him tremendously hard, and that a well-placed hand down his own pants right as Kurt came solved that problem pretty quickly. "It's been...taken care of? Now, that sounded lame."

Kurt looked at Blaine and raised his eye brows.

"Shower?"

Blaine held him, letting Kurt chase his lips and kiss him deeply, tasting himself in the heat of Blaine's mouth one last time before they would have to make their way down the mountain and return to reality.

"Definitely," Blaine whispered when Kurt broke their kiss.

They approached the Eclipse and Kurt yawned.

"Blaine... would you drive?"

Blaine stopped so suddenly he almost fell over. He looked back at Kurt, his face loose with sleep, eyes drooping, expression of trust looking back into Blaine's shocked eyes.

Blaine's heart swelled.

"Of course," Blaine said, catching the keys as Kurt tossed them his way.

Kurt's car was alot like Kurt. It was beautiful, inside and out, and impeccably maintained. It was sensitive, and the throttle was a little unpredictable. All it needed was a soft touch, and a little love, and it purred like a kitten.

Blaine drove Kurt's car smoothly down the mountainside, while Kurt slept soundly in the passenger seat. The sight alone made Blaine melt, and he vowed to take care of this beautiful car and this even more beautiful man.

They stopped by Kurt's house for some clothes. Kurt was all for the boyfriend look, and button fly jeans proved to have their own erotic charm, but Kurt needed the strength that only an Alexander McQueen sweater and his own favorite skinny jeans could provide. They went back to Blaine's house to shower. This time Kurt made sure to enjoy the smell of Blaine's soap as it slid over his skin, touching his body, imagining all of the other places this soap may have been. Suddenly, the daydream of Blaine with Kurt in the shower of their own apartment crept into his mind, and Kurt stayed in the shower until the water ran cold.

They stopped by the police station to file an official complaint against Dave. Blaine showed the officers the pictures, and Kurt showed them his hands and neck. An officer took Kurt into a room and took pictures of his own. Kurt didn't like being separated from Blaine, didn't like having to relive that horrible night without him by his side, but knowing Blaine was outside the door waiting for him gave him courage. Kurt made a statement, and signed some paperwork. The boys were told that the officers in Lima would have to contact the officers in Westerville to question Dave, and that they would 'let them know'. Kurt's mind bracketed that sentiment. How many times had he heard 'we'll let you know'? He didn't really hold out much hope.

Regardless, Blaine sent a text to Jeff, asking him to keep an eye and let them know if anything happened.

They got to the hospital later in the afternoon. Their trip to the police station seemed to steal all of the energy that Kurt had left. After they parked, It took forever for Blaine to get Kurt awake, and even when he did, he had to help him to his feet and walk with him, one arm wrapped around his waist.

They made it all the way to Burt's room on the sixth floor. The eyes of nurses and doctors followed the pale, exhausted boy, struggling to stay upright in his boyfriend's arms.

Burt, completely awake and eating lunch, eyed Blaine warily when he mostly carried Kurt into the room and sat him down on a chair. Kurt's eyes fluttered shut without saying a word, and he began to snore softly.

Burt looked at his son, and then at the slightly disheveled young man who had brought him in.

"What did you do to my son?" Burt asked, sitting up in the bed and pushing the table with his tray on it away. His voice had none of the anger of the previous day. He even looked slightly amused.
 
"Nothing...nothing, sir." Blaine held Kurt's hand as he stood beside the sleeping boy. "I think all of the stress of the past few days just caught up with him. We just got back from talking to the police."

He nodded, still looking Blaine up and down cautiously.

"They're letting me out today," Burt said.

"That's great, sir." Blaine still held Kurt's hand, running his thumb over Kurt's knuckles. Burt looked at the gesture, and then back up at Blaine, who had turned his eyes back to Kurt's sleeping face.

"You know," Burt said, "I may have...over reacted when you came over to the house with Kurt the other day." Blaine looked up to see Burt's eyes watching him. "I've been talking with Carole, and she says you're a good kid. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. I should have listened to what you and my son had to say."

Burt cleared his throat, looking down at Kurt's sleeping face. He could barely count on one hands the amount of time he had spent more than thirty minutes alone in the same room with his son since they had moved to Lima. Burt knew his son was growing into a man and moving on with his life, but it seemed too soon. He just wanted his sweet little boy back.

Blaine felt like he should say something, but before he could come up with something, Burt continued.

"You know, Anderson, Kurt's all I have left since his mom died. He's the most important person in the world to me. So if you guys are dating, I expect you to take care of him."

Blaine could feel there was more to Burt's statement than just 'hurt my son and I'll kill you'. In a way, it sounded like 'please promise me you'll be there if I can't'.

"I promise," Blaine said, finding the words he was looking for, "I'll be here for him as long as he'll have me."

Burt nodded, seeming content with Blaine's answer.

Carole walked in, surprisingly chipper for just having worked overnight with her boyfriend stuck in the hospital.

"Hey, Blaine." She pecked him quickly on the cheek. She glanced down at Kurt, asleep in the chair.

"Poor thing." She put a hand to his cheek.

"He wanted to be here," Blaine said as she stood and looked him over. "But he's so tired."

"Well," Carole said, looking over at Burt, "we're going to have to figure some things out here, now, aren't we."

"We?" Burt interjected, a little uncomfortably.

"Yes, we," Carole said, voice firm, eyes set.

"Kurt's obviously in no condition to take you home, and you can't drive today." Carole swept over to Burt's side. She began turning off machines, and pulling out IV's, deftly wrapping bandages around Burt's wounds. He watched her in stunned silence.

"I get off of work in a couple of hours, which is when they'll probably let you out, so I can take you home."

"I can take Kurt to my house," Blaine offered. Burt shot Blaine a pointed look. "No disrespect, sir, but he doesn't want to be at your home without you."

A tear slipped unexpectedy down Blaine's cheek. Blaine had tried to be so strong for Kurt. He hadn't realized how much everything had started to weigh down on him as well.

Burt continued to look at Blaine. Blaine shifted uncomfortably on his feet, and looked down at the floor.

"I'm not going to take advantage of your son, sir."

Blaine looked back up at Burt. Burt nodded once.

"Okay," Burt said. "Take care of my son."

Blaine nodded his head, and looked back up at Burt, smiling.

"I will, sir."

"Call me Burt."

Blaine nodded some more, the motion comforting.

"Thank you, Burt."

"For what, kid?"

"Uh, for letting me take care of your son." Blaine lifted Kurt's hand to his lips and kissed it. Burt smiled a little. He'd seen Blaine do that to Kurt about a hundred times since they had met. It reminded him of his wife, Elizabeth.

"Well, I have a feeling he's going to be in good hands."

Carole wiped away a stray tear from her cheek as she gathered up the sharps and put them in a plastic container on the wall.

"I can have Finn go by the shop and help out today," Carole said after clearing her throat.

"Great." Burt looked at these people in the room, gathered together to help him and his son.

"Blaine, uh, why don't you get my son out of here," Burt said.

Blaine nodded. He roused Kurt gently. Kurt opened his eyes carefully, and looked around the room.

"Dad?" he asked, but his sleepy eyes looked confused.

Burt smiled at his son.

"It's okay, buddy. Everything's alright. Blaine here's going to take you home."

Kurt shook his head.

"No. No, I..."

"It's okay." Blaine held Kurt tight around the waist. "We're going to my home. Just until your dad gets released. Okay?"

"But, I..." Kurt looked over at his dad. He pulled Blaine over to his dad's bedside. After a few steps, he wound his arms around Burt's neck and held on tight.

"I'm sorry, dad." Kurt tried to explain the million things he's been thinking ever since he first saw his dad lying in the hospital. "Dad, I..."

"I know." Burt wrapped his arms around his son and held him tight. "I know. Me, too. But, we'll discuss it at home. Why don't you go. Get some rest."

Kurt sniffled, nodding against his father's neck. He let Blaine put his arm around him, and with a final wave to Burt and Carole, walked from the room.


Blaine and Kurt kissed from the moment they got to Blaine's house. They kissed up the stairs and into Blaine's room. Blaine's lips captured Kurt's as they sat on the bed, Kurt winding his fingers into Blaine's curls, Blaine moaning into Kurt's mouth.

"You realize," Kurt said against Blaine's brutal lips, "we have another whole afternoon alone together."

"Yeah," Blaine said, tilting his head while Kurt assaulted his neck, sucking a deep purple bruise just below his jawline. "We can do anything we want."

"Yeah," Kurt agreed, tugging at the hem of Blaine's shirt. "Anything we want."

The two lay on the bed, wrapped in each other's arms.

They fell asleep the moment their heads hit the pillow.


Kurt came out of the shower, dressed in a robe and a pair of Blaine's sleep pants, to see Blaine leafing through the pages of Car and Driver. Blaine's curls, still wet from his shower before Kurt's, dripped, making wet spots on his t-shirt. Kurt sighed. He moved over to the bed and started frantically drying Blaine's hair.

"You're going to catch a cold with all this wet hair." Kurt swatted at Blaine's hands as he tried to grab the towel away from Kurt.

Blaine and Kurt had slept for hours. Blaine missed a text from Jeff telling him that two police officers had shown up at Dalton and taken Dave into custody. Kurt missed a text from Carole telling him that his dad was home, safe, and exhausted, so there was no rush to come home. She also put a winky face emoticon.

Kurt rolled his eyes and smiled. Carole was starting to grow on him.

Kurt tossed the towel when he was satisfied Blaine's hair was dry enough, and burst out laughing. Rubbing over Blaine's curls with the towel made his hair frizzy. He resembled a badly groomed French poodle.

"I'm glad you find my pain amusing." Blaine ran his fingers through his hair, trying to tame down the frizz.

"Here." Kurt grabbed a bottle he brought from his house. Squeezing a small blob of product into his palm, he rubbed his hands together, and started working it through Blaine's hair. Blaine closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his boyfriend running his fingers through his hair. Kurt worked his long, slender fingers through Blaine's curls, tugging gently as he worked through knots.

"There." Kurt plopped down on the bed beside Blaine, looking at the page Blaine was reading in his magazine.

"Tesla Model S?" Kurt yawned. "You'd actually drive an electric car?"

"I don't know." Blaine looked at the picture of the silver car on the two page spread. "I'm really addicted to American muscle, and the Mustang's the classic, you know."

Kurt nodded, struggling to listen as his eyes drifted closed. Somewhere between Consumer Reports reviews and the inflated price of the Signature model, Kurt drifted back to sleep.

Kurt felt hands closing in around his throat, his head pinned against the rough brick wall.

"I'll make you like me," a rough voice growled.

Kurt tried to scream. He wanted to scream. He opened his mouth, but he had nothing left. He thought of his dad, his mom, Blaine...he knew he was going to die.

Kurt shot straight up in bed, still wrapped in his robe, Blaine lying on his side beside him. Blaine had a hand on Kurt's shoulder, rubbing gently. Kurt felt a chill spread throughout his body. He'd been dreaming.

"You're still awake." Kurt shivered against the cold. Blaine wrapped the blanket tight around Kurt's body.

"You were whimpering in your sleep." Blaine brought a hand up to touch Kurt's cheek. "I think you were having a nightmare. Do you remember it, love?"

Kurt nodded.

"I close my eyes, and it's like it's happening all over again," Kurt whimpered. "It's like I can see him, and smell him, and he's all over me."

Blaine nodded.

"I have nightmares like that sometimes," Blaine whispered, placing small kisses into Kurt's hair, "about that night at the dance. I feel so trapped, so helpless."

"I just wish I could forget," Kurt sniffled.

"Maybe we could forget together."

Blaine cupped Kurt's cheek with his hand. Kurt closed his eyes and leaned into the warmth of Blaine's palm. Blaine kissed Kurt's eyelids, one, then the other. He kissed the tip of Kurt's nose. As he brushed his lips against Kurt's, feeling as Kurt melted against his mouth, Blaine reached for the knot to Kurt's robe, tugging a little to try and loosen it. Kurt's breath hitched as he reached for Blaine's hand. Blaine pulled away from Kurt quickly, looking into Kurt's wide eyes and seeing the trepidation there.

Blaine swallowed hard, feeling a little guilty.

"I'm not rushing you, am I?" Blaine quickly removed his hand from the knot in Kurt's robe. "I mean...I'm not forcing you to do something you're not ready for, or..."

'Something you don't want to do...'

Blaine didn't want to say it out loud, and hear Kurt admit that he really didn't want him. Kurt put a finger to Blaine's lips to silence his rambling.

"The first time I met you," Kurt said, running his fingers over Blaine's face, "I thought you were an ass."

Blaine chuckled and ducked his head.

"Then the more I got to know you, the more I started to imagine us together like this." Kurt pulled Blaine's arms tight around him. "Lying together in each other's arms, looking into each other's eyes." Blaine lifted his head to gaze into Kurt's blue eyes.

"But then I...I fell in love with you."

Blaine's eyes went wide at Kurt's confession. Kurt's cheeks didn't flush. He looked back at Blaine unashamed.

"You fell in love with me?"

Kurt nodded.

"I have been for a while." Kurt's eyes flicked over Blaine's face, to his lips, to his cheeks, to his forehead, and then back over to his eyes. "I think I fell in love with you after you won that stupid race. When you won me. Even when I was angry and yelling. Even when I threw those rocks at you."

Kurt moved his finger to trace over the faded, silver scar that the rock had left when it scratched Blaine's skin.

"I love you Blaine," Kurt whispered. "And I want you to make love to me."

Blaine was speechless. He gazed deeply into Kurt's adoring eyes, simply blown away.

"I love you, too, Kurt." Blaine's voice sounded strained, like he was parting with a secret he had been keeping to himself for far too long.

Kurt chuckled.

Blaine closed his eyes and smiled, shaking his head slowly.

Kurt looked into Blaine's face, a small tug pulling on his heart. One last thing he had to say.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked, swallowing thickly. "Could I ask you a question?"

Before they continued there was something Kurt needed to know. Something that bothered him ever since he first heard it. He needed to trust Blaine completely, and his reaction to this question would seal it for Kurt.

"Of course." Blaine traced over Kurt's lips with a delicate finger. Kurt shivered. He didn't want this to end, but he needed to know.

"It's really personal, so you don't have to answer if you want don't want to."

Blaine kissed Kurt softly, smiling against his lips.

"Just ask me."

Kurt chased Blaine's lips, dreading the words that were about to slip from his own lips.

"Did you sleep with Sebastian?"

Blaine froze, taking in a deep breaath and holding it for a moment. He held onto Kurt tightly in his embrace. Then he moved back a bit so he could look into Kurt's eyes.

"Yes, Kurt," he said without hesitation. "Yes, I did."

Kurt's eyes drifted down Blaine's face to his lips, then down to where his own hands were gripping onto Blaine's hips.

Blaine spoke softly, brushing his lips across Kurt's forehead.

"I'm not a virgin, Kurt. There were...rough times in my life, and I didn't deal with them the best way." Blaine sighed and held Kurt closer. "I've never been sorry for that until just now."

"Why?" Kurt said in a tight voice. "Why are you sorry?"

"I wish I had waited." Blaine's voice sounded distant, sad.

"For what?"

Blaine looked back down at Kurt, making sure to catch his gaze and hold  it.

"For love..."

Kiss on the forehead.

"For perfection..."

Kiss on the nose.

"For you."

Blaine ran his hand up behind Kurt's neck, drawing him in. Blaine tilted his head slightly and kissed Kurt deeply, breathing in that soothing vanilla scent that seemed to bleed into Blaine's clothes, into his skin, everytime he held Kurt in his arms.

Blaine broke the kiss and looked back into Kurt's eyes.

"Now you know," Blaine said, "do you still want to lose your virginity to me?"

Kurt smiled.

"I'm not losing anything." Kurt ran his fingers through the curls at the nape of Blaine's neck. "I want to give it to you."

Blaine pulled Kurt up to his lips and kissed him. He kissed Kurt until he felt Kurt try to pull away, then he held Kurt tighter and kissed him until any thought of leaving the exquisite torture of Blaine's lips had gone, and Kurt was limp against him, willing Blaine to do whatever he wanted.

By the time Blaine released Kurt, the look of anxiety and sorrow that had clouded Kurt's face was replaced by a look of breathless bliss.

"I'm kind of glad I'm not your first." Kurt bit his lips as his cheeks flushed red.

Red was becoming Blaine's favorite color on Kurt, but at the admission, Blaine's eyes went wide.

"Why, love?" he asked, a tinge of hurt in his voice.

"Well," Kurt said, looking past Blaine's eyes in embarrassment, "it's nice to know somebody knows what their doing."

"Really?" Blaine laughed. "Somebody does? Well, where is this person, because when it comes to you, I'm pretty damn clueless."

"I don't know," Kurt said, cupping Blaine's cheek boldly, pulling him in this time. "You seem to be doing a good job so far."

Kurt's kiss wasn't as dominating as Blaine's. It was tentative and sweet, and innocent in it's attempt at being in control. Blaine let it, let Kurt take control, knew he needed control, especially now when his life had veered in so many different and painful directions without his permission.

Kurt broke the kiss too soon for Blaine, another burning question on his lips.

"So, uh, he was number..."

"Number two." Blaine promised himself he'd answer any question Kurt could think to ask. He always wanted to be honest with him.

"Where am I on that list?"

Blaine's heart stuttered. He lifted Kurt's hand to his lips for his signature kiss. Then he held Kurt's hand to his chest, opening Kurt's palm against the beating of Blaine's heart.

"Hopefully...you'll be the last..."