The movers took longer than necessary packing up the truck. Several times they tried to convince Dave to take the sofa and the beds. By the time he sat in the driver's seat of the Honda, he was physically and emotionally done with the little trailer. He just wanted to put it behind him and be back in L.A., focusing on his small family and their new house.

New house. He had so many different feelings about. He was happy that Blaine was willing to help them. He was annoyed that he couldn't figure out a way to make that help unnecessary. Dave blew out a long sigh.

'It doesn't matter,' he tried to tell himself. 'As long as Kurt and the kids were safe and comfortable, that's all that really mattered.'

A real home, not a trailer. Real beds to sleep in, not second hand mattresses from the thrift store. A place that probably got warm in the winter and cool in the summer, not like their old metal box.

Dave had walked through the trailer several times to make sure nothing important got left behind. Finally, he was here, in the car. Why wasn't he leaving?

Because, this was his home. He bought it. Now he was leaving it to go live in a house that was essentially a gift to his family from another, more successful man.

He heard his iPhone buzz. He looked at a text message from Kurt. It was a picture of him and the kids sitting on a navy blue wrap around sofa, in the living room of a house he had yet to see. They were all waving at the camera and smiling. He could see Eva, eyes focused past the lens with her arms outstretched. Blaine must have taken the picture. The text read, "See you soon! 333".

Dave sighed. How was he going to let pride get in his way when that was waiting for him?

Dave finally arrived in the early evening - tired, hungry, and uncomfortable. He had the directions Blaine and Kurt had given him, but the house was so much more than he expected, he had circled the block about three times just to make sure he was in the right place. When he was preparing to make a fourth circuit, Kurt stepped out through the front door and waved at him.

Yup, this was definitely the place.

Kurt gave Dave a hug when he walked up to the door.

"You're here!" Kurt smiled. "We were getting worried."

Dave was awe struck when he walked through the door. The house was much bigger than he had imagined, or was that perception, he wondered, from living so long in a trailer that was so tiny in comparison to just about anything. The walls, for the most part, were white and bare, except for some framed pictures he had helped Blaine put together. They were mostly all photographs of Kurt and Dave with the kids over the last two years, and one picture from Rachel and Finn's wedding.

Dave knew he would see it, but looking at it with his own two eyes gave him a lump in his throat. It was good to have photos of Finn and Rachel around. He had always wanted that for the kids. But Kurt wasn't ready. Sometimes it was easy to forget that Dave had lost a best friend, but Kurt had lost a best friend and a brother.

Finn and Barbra mobbed Dave at the front door, talking over each other in their excitement to show him their rooms. Elphaba toddled around in the living room - something she hadn't really been able to do in the cramped and cluttered trailer. Eva, sitting on the sofa, playing with what looked like a baby blue tablet of some sort, looked up and waved.

"Dave! Dave!" She grabbed the air with one fist as she said it, her brown eyes shining.

Dave looked at Kurt, his own eyes wide and unbelieving. Kurt bit his lip and smiled, nodding.

In the whole time they had known Eva, she had never called them by name.

It was all the way he had dreamed. A beautiful house, Kurt waiting for him by the door, all four kids happy and excited and content.

Only this time his daydream had one unexpected element.

Seated on the sofa beside Eva was Blaine Anderson.

Dave could be upset. He could be stubborn. He could hold a grudge and be distant.

But he wouldn't. Because the looks on his family's faces at this moment were worth enduring a thousand Blaine Andersons.

What was he really enduring anyway? Dave really thought he and Blaine had the potential to become good friends.

Even though he felt tired and disgusting, he let the kids lead him into their rooms so he could look over the murals and the pictures, and all of the beautiful new furniture. Dave became overwhelmed, especially when he went into Eva's room, which was an unbelievable masterpiece made just for the special girl.

He walked over to the window, which had a built in shade between the panes of glass, closed now that it was dark outside. It was such a relief to not have to worry about curtains or blinds with chords that hung down. Eva was not only a notorious climber, but she was also notorious for wrapping things around her neck. The overhead lighting was soft, and the whole room exuded quiet and calm.

It was a perfect little world built just for Eva. He stood still in the middle, and couldn't hear a thing - not the family in the living room, not the noises from outside.

He didn't hear Kurt come into the room behind him.

"She told me she loved me today," Kurt said quietly. Dave turned to look at the man, his face lighting up in awe. Dave couldn't speak. "She said my name, and she told me she loved me."

Dave looked around the room with a sweep of his eyes, and then looked back at Kurt.

"He did this," Dave whispered.

Kurt walked up to Dave, resting his head against Dave's shoulder.

"Dave, you tried," Kurt consoled. "We both did. We just couldn't do it. Four kids, two of them disabled. That's a lot to handle."

Dave sighed.

"Look," Kurt caught Dave's gaze and held it, "I already told him we're paying him back. No matter how long it takes." Dave didn't look convinced.

"You know, I hear sports agents make quite a bit of money," Kurt teased, pinching Dave in the side. Dave smiled, shaking his head.

"Alright," Dave said. "I gotcha. Let me go take a shower and join the land of the living."

Blaine squirreled Eva into her room when the moving truck arrived, so that the noise and the strange men wouldn't bother her. The movers managed to unload the truck much quicker than they packed it. Even though they hadn't done anything wrong, Kurt was happy to see them go, since they reminded him too much of his old life.

Kurt made them all dinner, serving the family for the first time in an honest to God dining room. The kids spent the remainder of the evening unpacking boxes quietly in their rooms, before showering and going to bed, almost without Kurt or Dave having to tell them. To their great surprise, Elphaba curled up in her bed, hugging her favorite stuffed lamb, and fell quickly to sleep.

Kurt and Dave sat on the sofa, listening to the quiet around them, tired smiles on their faces. Blaine stood at a distance, watching them. He didn't want to disturb them, but Kurt turned when he sensed eyes on him.

"Uh," Blaine walked over to them, holding white objects with lights that looked like stereo speakers. Kurt noticed one had a label on it that said 'Elphaba', and one had a label that read 'Eva'. "Hunter left these. They're monitors for Eva and Elphie's room."

Kurt and Dave shot amused smiles at each other.

"Elphie?" Kurt asked. Blaine blushed.

"Yeah," he said slowly, "I'm sorry. I just thought it sounded cute."

Kurt nodded, looking at Dave for approval.

"It does," Kurt admitted.

"Uh," Blaine chuckled, looking at the foreign devices in his hands, "who wants which one?"

Kurt stood and took the two monitors.

"You get Elphie," Kurt said with emphasis, handing the monitor with Elphaba's name on it to Dave. "And we'll take Eva."

"We?" Blaine whispered, looking at Kurt.

Kurt raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Do you think I'm letting you go home now, after everything you've done today?" Kurt whispered. "I think I need to thank you properly."

Blaine sighed as he looked up at the tiny crystal chandelier, throwing reflections of light from outside around the orchid colored walls. He felt Kurt, sliding around beneath the sheet on the bed, fix the cock ring over him, followed by his hot, tight mouth. Kurt had said he wanted to spend at least the next half hour tasting Blaine, and really, who was Blaine to object?

Blaine let his mind wander over the events of the last few days as he felt Kurt take him in his mouth, slowly moving up and down. A couple of weeks ago Blaine thought he might lose Kurt forever. Now, here he was, lying in Kurt's bed, surrounded by people he might some day be lucky enough to call his family. Here in this house, filled to the brim with kids...and Dave...Blaine was at peace, and happier than he had ever been. Here he felt at home.

He felt Kurt crawl back up his body, emerging from under the sheet with a gasp of air, as if from under water.

"You're awfully quiet and still," Kurt whispered. "I hope I'm not boring you."

Blaine smiled.

"Not at all," Blaine reassured him. "Your mouth on me, as always, is a gift."

Kurt blushed, then a slightly worried expression crossed his features.

"Are you not comfortable spending the night here?" Kurt asked. "I didn't even think..."

"No, no," Blaine said, raising a hand to run fingers along the back of Kurt's neck, and then pull him in for a delicate, sweet kiss. "Actually, I was thinking how happy I am right now."

Kurt smiled again, wider this time, and with that beautiful rosy tinge to his cheeks that Blaine could see, even in the dark.

"Really?"

"Yes." Blaine returned Kurt's smile, continuing to run his fingers further into Kurt's hair, massaging his scalp with his fingertips. Blaine slid his fingers down Kurt's face, tracing the outline of Kurt's lips.

"Could you, maybe, make love to me?" Blaine asked, kissing Kurt's forehead. "Like we did on the floor the other night, but with you behind me?"

"You mean," Kurt moved up against Blaine, carefully removing the cock ring as he spoke, "slow and soft?

Blaine closed his eyes and nodded as Kurt produced the bottle of lube from beneath his pillow.

"I think that could be arranged." Kurt spread lube liberally over his own erection, which had gotten harder the more Blaine talked about making love. Blaine gave Kurt another gentle kiss on the lips before rolling away.

"Do you mind if I stretch you over me?" Kurt asked quietly, and Blaine nodded, ready to feel Kurt's body pressed fully against him. Blaine could feel Kurt's cock pushing against his entrance. Blaine loved this, loved having Kurt inside him, but his body wasn't quite as familiar with this part of the process yet. Blaine focused on relaxing.

"It's okay, sweetheart," Kurt cooed, pushing in slower than he ever thought possible. "Just relax." Kurt rolled Blaine's shoulder muscles between his hands, kneading gently to calm and soothe him. Kurt took shallow, tentative thrusts, trying to ease Blaine wider just a little each time. Kurt heard Blaine's whimpers turn into moans.

"That's it, baby," Kurt whispered, kissing Blaine's shoulders, running his fingers over the defined muscles of Blaine's arms.

Kurt took Blaine with long, smooth, steady strokes, filling Blaine completely before pulling out slowly and then pushing back in again. Over and over he found that special spot inside Blaine that made him melt against Kurt. Blaine was eager in some ways to be pounded into the mattress, and in others to hold on after each brush and make this moment last as long as it could.

"Mmm, I can see why you like this so much," Blaine commented. "It is relaxing, going this slow, isn't it?"

Kurt hummed in agreement, lacing his fingers with Blaine's, wrapping their arms together around Blaine's chest.

Blaine smiled at the feeling of Kurt's strong arms around him, holding him, protecting him the way only Kurt seemed to be able to do.

Blaine felt so at odds with his body. He trembled at the slight push-pull of Kurt moving in and out of him, feeling his cock twitch every time Kurt bottomed out. He was also extremely relaxed, and his body was starting to surrender to exhaustion. He hummed, content to just let Kurt use his body as long as he wanted, take what he wanted, give what he was willing.

He felt Kurt's warm hands find his cock, stroking slowly in time with his thrusts, so gentle in their movements.

"Oh, Kurt," Blaine murmured, his eyes fluttering shut. "Kurt, Kurt, my beautiful angel Kurt..."

Kurt giggled, his lips pressed against Blaine's skin, as he sped up just a bit.

"No, no, baby," Blaine complained. "Not too fast...not yet..."

"Yes, but you may not be with me in a few more minutes," Kurt said smiling against Blaine's skin. "And I need you to come with me."

Kurt snapped his hips gently, speeding up the movements on his hands, caressing Blaine over and over from base to head, moving only in one direction, never traveling back down. It felt like one long stroke, and Blaine didn't know when it was going to end. He began to fidget as the pleasure built inside him, not being able to decide whether he should hook a leg over Kurt's leg, or wrap his arms around Kurt's neck. Did his fingers want to claw the mattress, or dig themselves into Kurt's hips? A sweet tension mounted just at the base of his cock, and it cried desperately to be released, but since Kurt's hands wouldn't make the return trip down his shaft, it didn't happen.

"Kuuurrrttt," Blaine whined gently.

"Do you want to cum, sweetheart?" Kurt asked fondly, feeling Blaine's weak and tired attempts to buck back against Kurt's hips, get reverse friction for his cock.

"Yes, baby," Blaine said, grinding his hips gently. "Please, let me cum."

Kurt held Blaine tight against his chest, licking small circles into his neck. Kurt quickened his pace, pumping Blaine with firm strokes, up and down this time. Blaine's body had turned into a hot liquid in Kurt's embrace as he quivered, spilling over Kurt's hand, his hips bucking slightly, his muscles relaxing further, melting more against Kurt's body.

Kurt came with Blaine as he had hoped, holding Blaine tightly in his arms, whispering 'I love you' along Blaine's shivering skin. Kurt felt Blaine's body still, his delicious trembling cease, and he heard him sigh.

"I love you, too," Blaine said, snuggling into his pillow.

Kurt couldn't help giggling again, watching the smile on Blaine's sated face as he sank into sleep. Kurt was ready to drift off to sleep himself, connected as he still was to Blaine.

He hated to do it. With a wince and a silent curse, he wiped his hand with the edge of the sheet, before wrapping his arm back around Blaine.

"It will be nice to be able to do that all of the time," Kurt commented, sure that Blaine was already asleep.

Kurt lay his head on the pillow, closing his eyes.

"Yeah," Blaine murmured. "Imagine how much we can do that after I ask you to marry me."

Kurt's eyes snapped open. He sat up just a bit to look at Blaine's face, which had now settled completely to sleep.

"What?" Kurt whispered harshly. "What was that?"

Blaine was already asleep.

'Oh, shit,' was the last thought Kurt had before his mind went blank and he stared at the wall of his room all night.

Blaine woke up bright and early the next morning, hearing the kids in the living room playing the Wii on the new flat screen with Dave. More specifically, though, Blaine woke up to the sound of a little voice saying, "Blaine, Blaine, Blaine, Blaine," repetitively, like a mantra, in a sing song voice punctuated by various babbles and other noises. Blaine smiled.

This was what his life would be like now.

Blaine stood up carefully so as not to wake Kurt. He put his feet on the floor and stretched, listening to various joints pop and snap. He tossed on his sleep clothes, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him with barely an audible click.

Dave peeked over his shoulder and saw Blaine running a hand through his hair as he walked towards Eva's room. Dave raised an eyebrow.

"Uh, she's awake," Blaine said in explanation, pointing to the door.

"She must have just woken up," Dave said, standing and handing Elphaba to Finn. "I checked her a moment ago."

"Should I...?"

Dave looked thoughtful for a moment.

"You'd better let me," Dave said. "If you go in there, she'll expect you every morning. If you're out here, it will be a little different. We like to keep her on a schedule so she knows what to expect."

Blaine winked.

"Gotcha," he said, and walked toward the couch where the other kids sat, bright smiles on their faces.

Dave nodded as he passed Blaine.

"This might take a moment," Dave said. "Why don't you take my place in the game?"

Blaine nodded as he looked at the screen. It looked like some kind of Mario game with cars, but that's about all he knew. He wasn't really a video game person. No time like the present to learn, he guessed.

Finn and Barbra smirked as they watched Blaine pick up the controller, and look it over with an odd expression on his face. Finn sat Elphaba on Barbra's lap and went over to the man.

"This button's 'A'," he explained. "You're going to need to push it to take the game off pause because Dave is always player one."

"Ah," Blaine said. Finn shook his head and fixed the remote in Blaine's hands properly, explaining how to go, stop, slow down, drive, and shoot turtle shells.

Blaine un-paused the game, and the cars shot off...all except for his car, which turned completely around twice. Finn had to take the controller and help him.

The kids started out laughing and joking, trash talking in a very G-rated sort of way. Blaine realized he was concentrating way too hard on the game when he hadn't even notice the kids go quiet.

"So," Barbra said, chewing her lip nervously, "are you going to live here with us?"

Blaine hadn't even thought about it. This was their home, really, not his, but it was too tempting to have Kurt so close and not spend every single night with him. He didn't want to take Kurt away from the family at night, either, because he knew Eva and the kids needed Kurt...but part of him hoped Eva needed him, too. Maybe Blaine could be important in some way...some how.

"No, I don't live here," Blaine said carefully. "I just want to spend time with you guys, and Dave, and Kurt."

Barbra chewed her lip some more as she considered his answer, nodding slowly.

"Well, I like you," Finn said, one eye shut as he negotiated a turn, leaning far to his left and balancing on one leg. "And not just 'cuz of the house...even though it's pretty cool."

Blaine smiled. He guessed that was as good an endorsement as any.

"Thanks," Blaine said, quietly happy that his car was catching up to Finn's.

"Yeah," Finn continued, turning to the right now, "that's why it'll be okay with me when you and Kurt get married."

Blaine shook his head.

"Thanks, Finn," Blaine said. "But I don't think that'll be happening for a while."

Then Blaine remembered.

'...after I ask you to marry me...'

Blaine's remote went flying through the air, landing beside him on the couch, just as Finn's car sped over the finish line.

"Yes!" Finn screamed, pumping his arm in the air and jumping up and down. "I won." Finn did an obnoxious victory dance, wiggling his butt as he sang his own greatness.

Blaine felt a little numb.

He had every intention of asking Kurt to marry him someday.

Mentioning it last night may not have been the brightest idea.

"Hey, Mr. Blaine," Finn said, looking at Blaine's blank expression, "you're kind of bad a this. Your timing's way off."

"Yeah," Blaine said with a humorless chuckle. "You've got that right, buddy."

Dave came out of Eva's room, carrying the girl to where everyone was gathered on the couch. Eva's eyes widened when she saw Blaine, and bounced happily when she was set beside him on the couch.

Blaine's eyes were fixed on the television screen. Dave regarded him bemused.

"He always wins," Dave said. Blaine looked up at Dave.

"What?" Blaine asked, finally realizing that he was being spoken to.

Dave laughed a little, still looking confused.

"The game," Dave said. "You're staring at the screen like you just lost a puppy."

"Yeah," Blaine said nodding.

'No. It's worse,' Blaine thought. 'I might have just lost Kurt.'

Kurt finally fell asleep some time before dawn. He had stayed up all night, thinking about Blaine's confession. Kurt didn't know how he felt about it. He had always imagined getting married, and Blaine was panning out to be his Prince Charming. Was it really so bad that Blaine thought about marrying Kurt?

Wasn't that where Kurt hoped this was all heading anyway?

It was, but Kurt had one problem. He was wracking up debts with Blaine that he felt he would never be able to pay back. Money shouldn't matter, and he really didn't think it did to Blaine, but Kurt was afraid of it all becoming too much. Blaine might resent him, resent the money he had sunk into his family. Then what?

That wouldn't just be heart breaking. It would be devastating.

Kurt slept fitfully for a couple of hours before he felt he had slept enough, and tried to pull himself out of sleep. The sounds of the kids laughing and the lack of Blaine in his bed convinced Kurt that the last few days was just an elaborate dream, and he would wake up in their old bed in the dark trailer, and things would be just as hopeless as before...without the light of a possible marriage proposal in the future lighting the end of his tunnel.

Kurt heard Nick's unmistakable high-pitched laugh and smiled, slowly opening his eyes.

It wasn't a dream. They were in the beautiful new house.

Then he heard Blaine.

"Careful, Eva. Please. My eyes are my money makers."

Kurt laughed.

He knew for a fact that wasn't true.

It was Blaine's ass.

Kurt climbed out of bed slowly. He desperately wanted a shower, but he decided against it. He didn't imagine he smelled too much like sex. Besides, he wanted to see his kids. He wanted to see Blaine.

Kurt threw on some gray yoga pants and a cream-colored over-sized sweater that hung off one shoulder. He ran a brush through his hair, spritzing it with just a touch of product to keep it from looking too shaggy. He followed it with a generous spray of his favorite scent, and even though he barely sized up to his own standards, he decided to make an appearance.

Nick smiled when he saw Kurt.

"Ah!" Nick said, waving Kurt over, "the angel's awake."

Kurt blushed lightly.

Finn and Dave were playing a round of Mario Kart with Jeff. Elphaba sat in her playpen, playing with her favorite toys. Nick, in the meantime, was putting make-up on Barbra. Sitting beside them was Blaine with Eva in his lap. She had what looked like a paint brush in her hands, peering intently at Blaine's face, his eyes closed.

Eva wouldn't let them put make-up on her, so she was putting make-up on Blaine.

Kurt wanted to laugh as he walked over until he got the full effect of Blaine in midnight black liquid eyeliner.

The man was stunning.

When he opened his eyes, his beautiful hazel eyes, he saw Kurt staring at him in awe.

"How did she do?" Blaine asked softly.

Eva turned to see Kurt.

"Come Kurt," she called. "Make-up overs."

Kurt smiled at them. Blaine's eyeliner was carefully applied, the lines almost perfect. Kurt had seen Eva paint and color many times, with almost disastrous results. Normally, she didn't have the patience for anything with a lot of fine detail, or things with complicated patterns. Sometimes, they made her downright upset.

It took a brave man to allow this particular little girl to use a brush like that next to his eyes.

The outcome was amazing.

"Dave," Kurt said, unable to take his eyes off of Blaine, a beautiful flush rising to his cheeks as Kurt stared at him. "Have you seen this?"

Dave looked over his shoulder with a smirk.

"Yup," Dave said. "That's the third one she put on him. I personally liked the royal blue, but the silver...that one was a special look."

So, Blaine had sat there patiently while this normally impatient little girl had put liquid liner on his eyes three times? Kurt fell in love all over again.

Then he started imagining Blaine with silver eyeliner. Eva carefully picked up a pot of red lip gloss and a new brush, appraising Blaine's face the way a painter might approach a canvas. She dipped the brush in the gloss and delicately started applying it to Blaine's plump lips.

The thoughts Kurt started to get at the sight of Blaine - rugged, rough, manly Blaine - in black eyeliner and red lip gloss, were starting to get inappropriate, and yoga pants were not at all conducive to hiding a raging hard-on. He tugged the hem of his sweater low, but Blaine's eyes swept over him just in time to see what Kurt was trying to cover. Blaine didn't dare move his lips, but his eyes smiled knowingly before fluttering shut, letting Eva continue with her work.

"Nick," Kurt admonished gently, trying to concentrate on something else. "Do you think it's appropriate to put make up on a little girl?"

Nick didn't look up at Kurt as he carefully dabbed color to Barbra's cheeks.

"It's not like I'm taking them clubbing," Nick said. "We're just having a little fun."

Kurt sighed.

"I know," Kurt continued, picking up the tubes one by one and looking them over, "I just hope that you explained that this stuff just accentuates beauty, it doesn't add to a person's self-worth, and - Oh my God! Are these the new MAC colors from Paris!?"

Dave and Blaine both stifled a chuckle. Nick simply smiled as he held up some eyeshadow for Barbra's approval. The girl nodded with an air of quiet maturity.

"Yup." Nick smiled. "Only a few studios got these early, and I was allowed to snag a few for myself."

"A few, Nicky?" Jeff remarked. "You left them four."

"Psh." Nick delicately colored Barbra's eyelids in a pale apricot color, accented with a sea foam green. "Like it matters. Mia only wears Clinique. Sebastian's allergic to anything but Lancome, and Deidre uses Bobbi Brown on Blaine. They don't put any of the good stuff on the extras, so I don't see why I shouldn't have."

It had never really dawned on Kurt that Blaine wore make-up on the set. Logically it made sense, but the thought wasn't helping to quell his hard-on any.

"Alright," Kurt said, finding a spot on the sofa between the two groups. He grabbed a mirror, some brushes and a couple of pots. "Let me show you how an aging dom does his makeup."

"Aging?" Nick huffed. "I find it hard to believe you're a day over twenty."

Kurt stared at his face in the mirror as he applied a thin line of purple to his eyes.

"And that, Nick, is why I love you."

After Barbra's face was finished, and Kurt had done his own make-up, Kurt used Nick to teach Barbra how to apply her make-up in the future. It didn't work as well as Kurt had hoped, because where as Kurt chose mellow, complimentary colors, Barbra's favorite colors were pink and purple.

Nick looked like a drag queen.

It didn't take much convincing to get Nick and Jeff to stay for dinner. Barbra didn't want to wash her face until shower time, so Kurt decided to humor her and let her keep her make-up on. In turn, so did Kurt and Nick. Eva wouldn't let Blaine touch his face, so he was stuck with deep green eyeliner and pale pink lips.

Dave smirked as he looked over his fork at the other guests talking animatedly at the table.

"What?" Kurt asked as he caught Dave's eye.

"Nothing," Dave said, clearing his throat. "I just feel like I'm having dinner at Warhol's house. That's all."

After dinner, Nick and Jeff called it a night. Kurt hugged Nick at the door, thanking him for coming over to corrupt his little girls.

"My pleasure," Nick said, batting pink dusted eyes in mock seduction at Kurt. "And incidentally..." Nick slipped what felt like two small pots into Kurt's palm. Kurt looked into his hand quickly and gasped. It was the black eyeliner and the red lip gloss. Kurt's face immediately burned red.

"Next time I come over, I'll warn you." Nick winked. "Then you can wear different pants."

Kurt couldn't decide between punching him in the arm or kissing him on the cheek.

He kissed Nick, with another tight hug to boot.

Blaine kept the make-up on until he had finished reading Eva to sleep. The minute her eyes fluttered shut, he raced to Kurt's bathroom and scrubbed his face clean. He heard Kurt behind him, making a disappointed noise, and smiled.

"I'm just saving you from more embarrassment, baby," Blaine said. "We are watching a movie with Dave. I don't think you want to be sporting another boner all night, right?"

Blaine got the punch in the arm.

Kurt fidgeted, reaching for a copy of Vogue he had hidden under the couch.

"Tell me why we're watching a James Bond movie again," Kurt snipped, opening the magazine and relaxing back into Blaine's outstretched arm.

"Daniel Craig," both men replied in unison. They snapped their heads to look at each other.

Dave motioned with his hand, indicating Blaine should explain first.

"Well, he manages to play the sexiest icon in movie history, and marry Rachel Weisz? The man has to be doing something right."

Dave glared at Blaine on Kurt's behalf as Kurt disengaged himself from Blaine's grasp and scooted to the center of the sofa. Blaine reached to grab him back, but Kurt was too quick, sliding to the center of the couch without looking up from his magazine.

"What, baby?" Blaine whined. "I am bi, you know. I do get to at least appreciate the female form."

Kurt just hummed in response, flipping through the pages of his magazine.

Blaine sighed.

"What about you, Dave?" Blaine asked, settling back into the couch.

Dave blushed furiously in response.

"Dave likes accents," Kurt answered for him. "Especially British accents."

Blaine looked up at Dave, his head ducked, fighting a smile.

"Is that true?" Blaine asked.

"I like tall guys with accents," Dave corrected. "So me a Daniel would never work out."

Blaine huffed a laugh, happy that Dave was joking around with him, comfortable with him.

He glanced at Kurt, still sitting in the center of the couch, reading through his magazine.

Now, he just had to win back his boyfriend.

Kurt never went back to sit beside Blaine. Blaine talked with Dave and enjoyed the movie, but every so often he would glance at Kurt and notice him reading a magazine, or just looking at the t.v., not really watching what was going on.

A few minutes before the end of the movie, Kurt got up and went to his room. As the credits rolled, Blaine heard the shower turn on. He looked to Dave, who looked back.

"Well..." Dave stood and stretched. "I think I'm going to head to bed."

Dave motioned to Kurt's closed door with his chin.

"Don't keep him waiting."

Dave walked off to his room. Blaine watched him go, until the door shut behind him.

Blaine swallowed. He stood and made his way slowly to Kurt's room. Blaine could hear the water running, but he couldn't hear Kurt singing.

Ever since the competition, he always sang in the shower.

Blaine tried the door knob and sighed in relief to find it unlocked. He step inside.

"Kurt?" Blaine spoke to the shower curtain. "Kurt, can I join you?"

Blaine heard Kurt sigh.

"If you want to," came a quiet reply.

Blaine shed his clothes quickly, pulling back the curtain and stepping inside.

Kurt was standing under the spray, his arms wrapped protectively around himself, his head leaning against the shower tile, eyes shut.

Blaine stepped in behind him, wrapping his arms around him. Kurt was rigid, unyielding.

"I'm sorry for what I said, Kurt," Blaine whispered, kissing along Kurt's back. "You know I'm bi. I never kept that from you."

"Is that all you're apologizing for?" Kurt asked, his voice cold.

Blaine had forgotten what he had said earlier, about asking Kurt to marry him. He didn't think Kurt would get this angry about it, though.

"I'm not going to apologize for saying I was going to ask you to marry me someday," Blaine said, holding Kurt's stiff form tighter. "I meant it. I want to. I want you. I love you."

Kurt sighed.

"I'm not mad about that."

Blaine sighed in relief.

"It's just...I...I can't compete with a woman, Blaine," Kurt admitted quietly. "I know I play at it a lot, but in the end, if you fall in love with some woman, what can I do? There are going to be things she's going to have that I won't."

"You mean, like a bitchy attitude and a menstrual cycle?" Blaine joked. Kurt swung an elbow back, hitting Blaine in the chest.

"Blaine," Kurt complained, but he couldn't help smiling.

"Kurt, you don't need to compete...with anyone," Blaine said. "I love you. Just you."

Kurt turned in Blaine's embrace.

"Just me?" Kurt whispered. Blaine saw Kurt's eyes, slightly red from crying. He never realized this was such a big issue with him.

"Just you." Blaine's voice was firm, final. Blaine bit his lip, pushing Kurt up against the tile. Kurt yelped as the cold hit his back. He watched Blaine intently as he fell to his knees. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's hips, searching with delicate fingers for Kurt's hole. Blaine teased the tip of Kurt's cock with his lips and gentle swipes of his tongue.

"Why don't I show you how much?" Blaine said, raising his eyebrows and taking Kurt into his mouth.