Kurt and Dave took the kids out and bought a new second-hand car and van, bidding a not so fond farewell to their old vehicles. As the old cars were towed away, they reminisced almost affectionately over every flat tire, every time they ran out of gas, or the time they couldn't turn the car alarm off and the battery died.

Kurt and Dave spent the remainder of the day boxing things up, sorting through old broken toys and throwing away things they wouldn't need. It was almost like going over the last few years of their lives, seeing which memories they wanted to keep, and which memories were okay to let go. They worked mostly in silence, happy for the most part, relieved and scared for another, but also trying not to acknowledge the fact that they were moving towards something that was pulling Kurt and Dave farther and farther apart.

If only I hadn't rescued that damned suit, Dave mused wryly to himself. He knew it wasn't that. As far as Dave was concerned, anyone who didn't fall in love with Kurt Hummel at first glance was either blind, stupid, or dead.

Kurt couldn't sleep that night. He went over plans in his head, then he wrote them down on the calendar. He hired a moving company to box up the majority of the things that wouldn't be packed up on time. He sent a mass email to everyone on his contact list letting them know he was moving. He called the rec center so that they could arrange for a new instructor. He entered the address Blaine had sent him into Google maps. He Skyped his dad and Carole to tell them the good news. He laid out his clothes for the next day.

All in all, Kurt Hummel had been a busy boy. So why couldn't he sleep?

He knew exactly why.

That reason woke him up in the form of an extremely vivid dream at 3 a.m. and he abandoned himself to the new van to give Blaine a call.

Blaine answered on the first ring.

"Is it horrible to say that I kind of expected you to call?" Blaine teased, sounding wide awake as well.

"Am I that predictable?" Kurt whined pitifully.

Blaine laughed out loud.

"If I was going to pick any word to describe you, Kurt Hummel, predictable would be no where on that list."

Kurt chuckled. Blaine smiled.

"You sound happy, gorgeous," Blaine commented.

"I think I am," Kurt said. "I'm excited. I feel like a weight is finally being lifted from my shoulders. And..."

Kurt's words drifted off as he tried to chase his beautiful dream.

"And..." Blaine bit his lip.

"I miss you," Kurt admitted with a bashful smile.

"Really?" Blaine's voice dropped to a sultry whisper. "How much?"

Kurt giggled, a little high and hushed.

"Enough that things are about to get a little embarrassing in this van."

Blaine pulled off his pajamas and shifted under his sheets, enjoying the feel of the cool cotton sheets against his naked, overheated skin.

"Could you do me a favor, gorgeous?" Blaine was almost too embarrassed to ask.

"Sure, sweetheart." Kurt shifted against the seat, warm and more comfortable than the old vinyl van seat had been.

"Could you...talk to me?" Blaine almost pulled the covers completely over his head after the words left his lips.

"Talk to you?" Kurt smiled. "Talk to you how, sweetheart?"

"I don't know," Blaine said. "You don't have to say anything in particular, I guess. I just want to hear your voice, so I..."

Kurt beamed as he heard Blaine stammer.

"Weren't you the one who made fun of me last time I called you at three in the morning for not being able to admit I had a wet dream?" Kurt teased. "And now you're the one too embarrassed to ask me to have phone sex with you."

Blaine whimpered.

"Kuurrrttt," Blaine whined, hand hovering just an inch or so away from his own erection, waiting for his black swan's say so.

"Okay." Kurt's voice slid to his own seductive whisper. Hearing it made Blaine shiver, and he took his own length in his hand. He sighed in relief. Blaine dreamed of Kurt's voice at night, when he had no other source of release than his own hand. Lately, though, it wasn't enough. He had started buying his own toys, searching out the same prostate toy Kurt had used on him, daydreaming he was back at their little bungalow on the beach, being tortured and tormented by his beautiful black swan.

When he finally unpacked his bag from his trip to San Diego and found the leather riding crop, he locked himself away for the evening, experimenting with new ways of 'punishing himself'. He kind of felt like he was cheating on his dom, but three orgasms later he was too tired and sated to feel guilty.

Wickedly he wondered how badly he'd be punished if he let that information slip.

His cock twitched in his hand at the thought of Kurt in his vinyl catsuit, holding him down by his hair, whipping him with that riding crop till he came...and most likely blacked out.

"What are you doing right now, Blaine?"

Kurt's satin voice slipped sinfully into his fantasy. Blaine stroked himself slowly and moaned.

Kurt smiled. He giggled seductively, his voice dropping just a bit as he whispered in Blaine's ear.

"I think I could probably guess, sweetheart. But I need you to tell me."

Blaine's throat became dry. He wasn't quite as comfortable being vocal the way Kurt was, but he wanted to try. He wanted to enjoy this fantasy, live in it whenever his beautiful black swan couldn't be with him, though he hoped that soon that wouldn't be an issue.

He needed Kurt back in his bed as much as he needed to breathe. Kurt had become food and water to him. His friend Wes had been concerned that he and Kurt hadn't known each other very long, and Blaine was already talking about starting a life together. But Blaine figured that's the way things went with soulmates. There was no concept of time. Slow, fast, never, forever - they were all just words with no meaning. That's how he felt about Kurt. Now or later, today or tomorrow, none of it really mattered when you found the one person that completed you so perfectly. When you found that person, that one person, wouldn't it be more asinine to deny their existence than it would be to hold them till the day you die?

"Tell me, Blaine," Kurt pleaded softly, not the overbearing dominatrix, but Kurt. Not angel or swan, just a beautiful man who loved Blaine with all his heart.

"Kurt...I...ugh." Blaine blew out a sigh of frustration. Kurt giggled again.

"Have you ever done this before?" Kurt asked, his voice light, airy, and not at all condescending.

"No, I..." Blaine squirmed a little, letting go of his cock and fisting the sheets instead. Other lovers of Blaine's had tried phone sex with him, but it just came off sounding ridiculous, and he would hang up in the middle, giggling like mad.

"That's okay." Kurt's voice was soft and encouraging. "Don't be embarrassed. It's not as easy as they make it seem on t.v. Just listen to my voice, and do what I tell you, okay?"

Blaine whimpered and nodded, forgetting for a moment that Kurt wasn't right there with him.

"How about we put your phone on speaker?" Kurt suggested. Blaine switched his phone to speaker and put it on the pillow beside him.

"Blaine," Kurt began, "I want you to lie on your back, and close your eyes. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes," Blaine breathed. He lay on his back and closed his eyes, surrendering to the dark, waiting for his fantasy to begin.

"Now, imagine I'm there with you. Don't over think it, just pretend I'm lying beside you."

Blaine took a deep breath, letting it out slowly between pursed lips.

"Okay, gorgeous," Blaine said.

"I want you to enjoy your body the way I enjoy it," Kurt said. "I want you to take your cock in your hand. Imagine it's my hand holding you, caressing you, stroking you slowly."

Blaine wrapped his fingers securely around his erection. Slowly, he started to stroke the way Kurt did - long, lazy strokes from base to head, tightening his grip at the top and twisting just a little, then back down to the base.  Blaine's breath hitched in his throat.

"Oh..." he moaned, not consciously. The word slipped through his lips before he could catch it back.

Kurt's cock twitched in response. He crossed his legs, squeezing his knees hard to calm his own desires, to focus on Blaine. It was difficult, because ever since the gala he daydreamed about making love to Blaine, listening to his moans of pleasure at Kurt's hands, watching Blaine fall apart as Kurt moved in and out of him slowly, smoothly.

"When I'm with you," Kurt continued, breathing a little more heavy, "I love running my fingers through your hair. If I was with you, my fingers would be twisting around your curls, tugging them lightly. Can you do that for me, Blaine? Can you run your fingers through your hair?"

Blaine raised a hand, running his fingertips over his skin on their way to his head, skimming gently over a nipple, which elicited another moan. Kurt trapped a hand between his clenched knees to keep himself still. Blaine's fingers caught in his hair, his nails scratching lightly over his scalp. He grabbed at a handful of his own curls and tugged lightly.

"Oh, Kurt..." he breathed, inhaling sharply as he tugged again.

'Oh dear God,' Kurt thought. He squeezed his eyes tight, trying to think of all the things that could kill his own hard on. He knew dead puppies didn't work. What else? What else was there?

Blaine moaned again, softly, almost a small plea, and Kurt gave up. He slowly snaked his hand into his pants and grabbed his cock, stroking slowly. He hissed as his skin came in contact with the cold air, but it only seemed to make him harder.

"Kurt..." Blaine said, panting lightly, "are you...?"

"Yes, Blaine," Kurt moaned. "I'm sorry. I can't help it. Your sexy voice...and you're moaning my name...and I need to have you so much..."

"What do you want me to do?" Blaine begged.

"Oh God Blaine!" Listening to Blaine beg unhinged Kurt. "Move your hand faster. Stroke yourself harder. I'm dying here without your beautiful cock. I need you to worship it for me."

Blaine's back arched off the bed. He pushed the sheet off his body, all of a sudden too hot, too tight around him. He caught his own reflection in his mirror, his muscles tight along his arm as he pumped his cock, his other hand carding through his curls, his lips parted as he panted.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked, staring at the image of him pleasing himself, unable to look away. "Nngh...what do you see when you look at me?"

Kurt breathed a relaxed sigh and smiled.

"That's easy." Kurt fell into a steady beat, trying to match the rhythm he could hear of Blaine's bed creaking over the phone. "I see your gorgeous eyes that melt and look like honey when I turn you on...I see your beautiful smile, that brightens up your whole face..."

Kurt squeezed his cock right beneath the head and moaned.

"Nngh," Kurt moaned. He couldn't help himself as he bucked up into his own fist. The image of Blaine in his mind was so clear. Blaine's eyes gazing down lovingly on Kurt's face, his soft lips smiling against Kurt's skin after he kissed him, like a signature branding Kurt's flesh. Blaine's perfect white teeth when he bit Kurt tentatively on the neck, or more confidently on his shoulder - the beautiful stinging pain that sent shivers down his spine. Kurt cried out at the intense memory of Blaine's weight against him, his hands on Kurt's body.

"But...most of all..." Kurt panted, so close to his orgasm. "Most of all, I see the handsome man I fell in love with. The kind, compassionate, loving, talented, amaz---"

Kurt came over his fist, and it took the words out of his mouth. Kurt dropped his phone on the seat as he reached up to run his hand through his hair, wrapping his fingers around a fistful of his locks and pulling sharply. His back arched as he bucked up into his fist a few more times, clenching his teeth tight to keep from screaming.

His phone had fallen somewhere around his right ear, wedging itself into the seam of the seat. He could hear Blaine moaning, calling out for Kurt, crying out loud through his own release.

The squeaking of the bed ceased. Blaine's moaning stopped.

"Blaine?"

Kurt wiped his hand on the hem of his shirt and then carefully picked up his phone.

"Blaine, sweetheart?" Kurt called to his boyfriend. He could hear gentle pants and soft breaths.

"Oh, darling," Kurt said, "please tell me you didn't black out again."

Kurt heard Blaine chuckle.

"You forgot...my ass," Blaine panted breathlessly.

Kurt laughed, cringing at the feeling of quickly cooling cum against his hot skin.

"You're right, Blaine," Kurt laughed, tying the end of his shirt in a knot to keep it away from his skin. "I'm sorry. You have a fine ass."

"Thank you," Blaine said. "I think so, too."

"Did that help?" Kurt asked.

"Yes and no." Blaine sighed. "On one hand, I can't wait to do that again. On the other, it just makes me miss you more. I'm going to bed alone."

Kurt closed his eyes, imagining Blaine alone in his bed, hugging his pillow as he lay on his stomach, staring at his phone in the spot where Kurt should be.

"Just another couple of hours," Kurt reassured him, "and you can have me any way you want me."