Kurt's cell phone rang at the same time.

Blaine picked up his iPhone and answered the call coming in from Nick.

"Oh my God!" Nick squealed before Blaine even said hello. "Did you see it?"

"How can I not?" Blaine asked. "It's all over the place!"

Nick giggled.

"Hey Dave!" Kurt said into his own phone. "Yeah, I'm looking at it right now!"

Blaine moved away from his boyfriend so he could talk to Nick more privately.

"Just how many people did you forward those pictures to?" Blaine asked, eyes darting to Kurt to see if he was listening. Kurt appeared to be completely absorbed in his conversation with Dave.

"Oh...well...I wanted to be sure it would get picked up," Nick stammered,"so I pretty much sent it to...my contact list?"

Nick's voice drifted away as he said it.

Blaine's eyes went wide.

"Aren't Brad...and Seb...and Mia on your contact list, Nick!?"

He heard Nick cluck in disgust.

"Blaine," Nick retorted, "I'm not that dense. I didn't send it to my mom or dad, either, you know."

Blaine chuckled at the image of Mr. and Mrs. Duval opening a picture message from their son and seeing the picture of Blaine in the pleather pants and the red fur jacket, posing seductively.

"Okay," Blaine said. "I gotcha. Thanks, man. If you need anything..."

"Tell me how he pays you back," Nick rushed before hanging up the phone.

'Ah,' Blaine thought. 'From mild mannered shopping maven to BDSM sex fiend. Where did cute little Nicky go?'

Blaine felt a hand snake around his waist, warm breath on his neck as soft, sinful lips played with his earlobe.

"I know you had something to do with this," Kurt reiterated, reaching down into Blaine's sleep pants to wrap delicate fingers around his half-hard cock.

"Technically, I didn't send it to anyone but Nick," Blaine confessed. "Though I may have mentioned that showing it around couldn't hurt."

"Blaine," Kurt whined.

Blaine turned reluctantly in Kurt's embrace, not eager to remove his cock from Kurt's talented grasp.

"Kurt, I just wanted everyone to see how talented you are."

"They would have when they saw the clothes I'm making for you." Kurt pulled Blaine close.

"I know," Blaine said. "But I also think I'm beginning to know you...and me..."

Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"I know you don't want to work for me," Blaine explained. "Not for too long. Besides, you're going to get bored with plain vanilla suits after a while." Blaine pointed at the screen, the channel showing a repeat of the previous gossip show, and flashing another photo of Blaine in the exotic red outfit. "That's who you are, Kurt. Unique and larger than life. Your designs belong on a runway, not just on me."

Kurt smiled at Blaine, reaching a hand up to run his fingers through Blaine's hair.

"And what is this new revelation about you?" Kurt asked. Blaine leaned into the touch of Kurt's hand, shutting his eyes as he chased the soft skin.

"That I don't like what I'm doing with my life," Blaine confessed. Blaine opened his eyes to look at Kurt seriously. "I need a change...and soon."

Kurt's face fell, not quite understanding everything Blaine's meaning. Blaine pulled Kurt into his arms, spinning him around the floor.

"You, and Dave, and the kids stay." Blaine led them around slowly. He squinted one eye thoughtfully. "Everything good stays. But the rest of it..." He spun Kurt out, and then pulled him back in quickly, gathering him in his arms and dipping him low. "The rest of it...has got to go."

"Yes, Lucy...I...yes, I hear you..." Blaine walked through Kurt's house, iPhone lodged between his head and his shoulder as he wrote down details of the dress that Lucy Bale was hoping Kurt could design. He came up behind Kurt, sitting at the dining room table with a calendar open in front of him, writing the details of another appointment in one of the boxes.

"Yes, Isabelle," Kurt said as he jotted down a few more notes, "I'll email you the design sketches as soon as I get off the phone with you...and a picture of the house...and the kids....I miss you so much, too. I can't believe I get to see you next week!"

"Let me check, Luce." Blaine put his finger down on a box on the calendar, silently asking Kurt if he had that day and time free. Kurt shook his head, and moved Blaine's finger to the next box at the same time. "How about Wednesday at four?" Blaine asked. "Great! I'll let him know. Bye, Luce."

Blaine hung up his iPhone and put it on the table along with the notes, dropping into the chair beside Kurt. Almost immediately his phone rang again. He looked at the screen.

"Ugh! Lucy again." Blaine groaned, picking up the phone and shoving it under a chair cushion to muffle the ringing. "You'll see him on Wednesday!" he barked at the ringing cushion. "Go to voicemail!"

Kurt chuckled as he said good bye to Isabelle and hung up his own phone.

He leaned against the wood backing of the chair and turned his head to look at Blaine. Blaine rolled his head back on the chair, eyes scanning the ceiling.

"How many is that?" Blaine asked, referring to the phone calls that had come in since the photo aired earlier that morning.

"Uh..." Kurt looked at his calendar and counted. "Six, including Lucy, but not including Isabelle, who's coming out next Friday." Kurt sat up straight and got a superior look. "Looks like I'll be doing some freelance work for Vogue."

"Really?" Blaine's bright smile lit up his face as he looked at Kurt. "That's amazing, Kurt!"

"I know." Kurt sighed. "It's like a dream." Kurt's eyes softened as he took his boyfriend's hand. "Since the day I stepped into this house, Blaine, I feel like I can do anything...and I don't want it to end."

Blaine brought Kurt's hand up to his lips and brushed a kiss over his knuckles.

"It doesn't have to," Blaine said. "No one deserves it more than you."

Kurt watched Blaine as he slowly placed a trail of kisses along the back of his hand, moving over his wrist to place an open-mouthed kiss in that sensitive spot. Kurt breathed in deep and closed his eyes.

"Oh, Blaine," Kurt sighed. "Not now. With everyone home?"

Blaine didn't stop, traveling up Kurt's arm, licking circles over the alabaster skin.

"I can't help it," Blaine murmured. "I'm in love with a sexy, hot, designer. It's kind of a turn on."

Blaine moved in closer as he reached Kurt's shoulder to lay claim to his neck, sucking lightly at a spot that Blaine knew would curl his toes.

"Mmm, Blaine," Kurt whispered. "Don't you think we should go see what Nick and Jeff are doing in the studio?"

"They're probably doing the same thing we are." Blaine chuckled wickedly.

Blaine almost climbed in Kurt's lap, sucking greedily at his pale skin until a purple bruise bloomed. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and moaned softly.

"Yeah, and they have a door that locks." Kurt's eyes rolled as Blaine sucked harder. "Lucky bastards."

"Don't worry," Blaine muttered between kisses and sucks. "I told Nick to order a futon for that space."

Kurt chuckled.

"Really?"

"Yup," Blaine said, moving to the other side of Kurt's neck. "I think that sex in your studio might be pretty cool."

A soft knock on the wall broke the spell of Blaine's sinful lips on Kurt's heated skin. Both men looked up to see a large hand bending around the side, and then a single hazel eye peeking from around the corner.

"Is it safe to come into this completely open and not-private dining room," Dave teased, "or should I give you guys another minute?"

Blaine laughed, moving from Kurt's lap back to his seat, retrieving his phone now that it had stopped ringing. He looked at the screen to notice that nine calls had gone to voicemail.

"Ugh!" Blaine exclaimed, showing the screen to Kurt who laughed, noticing that at least four of the calls were from Lucy Bale.

"What's up, Dave?" Kurt asked as the man walked in, dressed in a new dark blue polo and grey slacks. Kurt looked him up and down, nodding with approval.

"Very sharp, Dave," Blaine said, mirroring Kurt's expression.

"Yeah, uh, Thad just called," Dave explained, stepping further into the room. "He says there's some special orientation over at the university for the internship program, and I need to be there in an hour. Is it alright..."

"Go, Dave," Kurt said, waving him away with a smile. "We're good here."

"Really?" Dave's face lit up. Kurt could see how excited he was about going back to school, especially one with as prestigious a sports management program as CSULB.

"Yes, Dave. This is important, so run along."

"Yeah," Blaine agreed. "We've got the kids. It's all good."

Kurt's brow furrowed.

"You're not filming today?" Kurt remembered Blaine telling him that he would be filming all week.

Blaine turned and looked at his boyfriend.

"Apparently not," Blaine said. "Between Lucy's ninety calls I got a message from the studio. They're doing re-writes." Blaine shrugged. "They told me not to come in today."

Blaine secretly hoped that re-writes meant Brad had gotten pissed enough to write him off the show.

Kurt's face brightened, a devious smile twisting his lips.

"Well, okay then," Kurt said.

Blaine's phone rang again and he groaned. Not even looking at the screen, he handed the phone to Kurt.

"Kurt, if you love me at all, even the tiniest bit, could you PLEASE talk to Lucy about this PCA dress before she gives birth to kittens?"

Dave snickered as he waved to the couple and made his way to the door.

Kurt took Blaine's phone and answered.

"Lucy, sweetheart, why don't you just come over now and we'll get you taken care of, okay?" Kurt walked in the direction of the patio doors and peeked through the glass to see how Nick and Jeff were coming along.  Blaine followed behind Kurt and watched him from a distance, soothing the nerves of one of the most high maintenance young actresses in Hollywood...and apparently succeeding.

Kurt listened to Lucy ramble on about her idea for a dress, nodding and contributing the occasional "Aha" to the conversation, but his attention was focused on the smaller building outside. All of a sudden, Blaine saw Kurt's eyes go wide, then a huge smile spread across his lips. He raised a hand to his face, his cheeks glowing red. Blaine didn't know what Lucy said that could elicit that sort of reaction from Kurt, but Blaine imagined it must be good if it could make his black swan blush.

"Yes, dear," Kurt said, stifling a chuckle and shaking his head. "Come right over. I'll be waiting. A bientot."

Kurt hung up the phone, eyes still peeled on something out the window. Kurt heard Blaine approach and turned to see his boyfriend strutting over, wearing his patented sexy smirk.

"It seems that you have managed to soothe the savage beast." Blaine reached for his phone, which Kurt handed over to him.

"Yeah." Kurt chuckled. Blaine took Kurt in his arms, planting an obvious hand on his ass.

"So, should we go out and see how Nick and Jeff are getting along?"

"Uh," Kurt laughed, darting his eyes out the window to the studio space where the men were working. "Let's give them five more minutes."

Blaine looked at Kurt for a second, scanning his playful blue eyes, then rolled his own hazel ones to the ceiling.

"Oh, God!" Blaine exclaimed with a sigh. "Not again?"

Kurt buried his head in Blaine's shoulder while he laughed.

"Yes, again." Kurt shook his head. "I think it's kind of cute...but I'm getting the carpets cleaned."

Blaine opted in the end to have the carpets replaced. Kurt almost died, trying to discuss paint colors and fabric options with Nick, whose hair stuck up in nearly all directions, resisting any and all attempts Kurt made to help tame it. Meanwhile, a dazed and dopey looking Jeff vigorously cleaned the windows to sprakling while sporting a brand new batch of painful looking marks along his neck.

Kurt made a mental note to have a long conversation with his new protege about technique and impulse control. He was afraid that someday an over-enthusiastic Nick might actually hurt Jeff. In Nick's defense, it didn't seem like Jeff would mind.

In some ways, Blaine seemed more excited about Kurt's studio than Kurt did. Kurt thought that Blaine might be living vicariously through him, seeing as this space was originally going to be his recording studio. Nick had callled a contractor to consult with them over the project. Kurt looked over the blueprints that Nick had helped draw. Kurt's eyes swept over the plans to turn this cramped mother-in-law cottage into a full-fledged design studio. He looked at his bubbly friend in awe. Kurt had never realized the full extent of Nick's talent.

What was once a living room would become Kurt's main work space, decorated entirely in crimson, cream and gold with black accents, to emphasize Kurt's dominatrix persona while still managing to come across as hip and classy all at the same time. Nick requested that Kurt give him copies of some of his sketches so that he could transfer them to parchment paper, frame them, and hang them on the walls. That way the designs would look aged and chic. Nick ordered a multitude of dress forms, two cutting tables, a drawing table, even a custom made stained glass window that said 'Hummel Designs' in soldered pewter. He even made plans to turn the private bathroom into one that clients could use.

Nick pointed out that the cottage had two bedrooms, one which he assumed would be Kurt's private work space with his sewing machines (Nick made a point of saying machines plural) and other work implements that customers and clients wouldn't need to see. Nick couldn't think of any plans for the other bedroom. Kurt bit his lip and then leaned into Nick's ear, whispering quietly so only Nick could hear. Blaine saw Nick's lips curl into a grin as he nodded, meeting Kurt's eyes and giving him an obvious wink.

Blaine rolled his eyes fondly at the pair.

As Nick talked over the design with Kurt, Lucy showed up for her fitting. Kurt excused himself. Nick's face blanched a little as he watched Kurt leave.

"Uh, Kurt," Nick said, and Kurt knew that the next words out of his mouth would have something to do with money - not because these other men, used to living the Hollywood lifestyle, cared a lick about money, but because it was always an issue with Kurt. Nick expected Kurt to give him a budget and ask him to stay under it, or to tell him to make sure all the invoices went to him.

Kurt only smiled.

"The gentleman over there with the fine ass is spending the money," Kurt said with a wink, motioning to Blaine. "If it's okay with him, it's fine with me."

Blaine clapped his hands under his chin with an unmanly squeal and a ridiculous grin on his face. Nick bounced on the balls of his feet and went back to his blueprints. Hand hovering over the door knob, Kurt turned quickly back and leaned into Nick's ear again.

"Except the small bedroom," Kurt whispered. "Tell Blaine nothing and send the invoice to me. And Nick..." Nick looked into Kurt's blue eyes.

"Spare no expense."

Nick's face glowed as he hugged Kurt tight.

"Oh, Kurt..." Nick said with a sigh. "I feel like I've waited forever to hear you say those words."

Dave was excited to be in school again, but he still felt a tad out of his depth. Sure adults went back to college all the time. He already had several years under his belt. But looking at all the young faces that turned toward him when he walked into the classroom five minutes late, he felt like he had skipped memories of the last college he attended and landed straight back in high school.

The professor's head snapped up, ready to bark at the discourteous creatine who had dared to show up late, but when he saw Dave's face, he smiled warmly instead. Dave Karofsky, whom he had been introduced to personally, legacy quaedam of one of the school's most generous benefactors, not to mention personal friend of the famous Blaine Anderson, could arrive late whenever he wanted.

Dave's face went pale as he noticed all those eyes looking at him blankly, judging him. Today more than ever he thanked God that he had taken Kurt up on his offer to help him buy a new wardrobe for school. Dave tried to avoid eye contact with the other students as he walked toward the circle of chairs where everyone sat. Weighted down by an armful of awkward books he had just purchased from the student store, he sat in the only seat available. Dave could tell by the glances in his direction, and the whispers hidden behind hands, that some of the students had already heard something about him. He managed to catch the name 'Blaine Anderson' a few times.

Dave felt one set of eyes in particular staring at him, almost burning into the back of his skull, but he couldn't bring himself to turn and look.

Dave tried hard to pay attention to the professor as the man with the salt-and-pepper hair talked over the syllabus. Dave couldn't help let his mind wander a bit. Despite the initial discomfort, he couldn't believe he was following his dream.

The professor had the students do the cliche 'tell us your name and everything about yourself' thing. Dave cringed. What was he going to say? He listened as the other co-eds tried to outdo each other: an impressive internship here, work experience there, drop a name, originally accepted to this or that school but didn't go. Dave looked from face to face politely, but the feeling of someone staring at him became overwhelming. Dave tried to do his best to act subtle when he shifted his eyes slightly and caught the gaze of beautiful blue eyes trained in his direction, unblinking, accompanied by a warm smile and an expression that had both intense curiosity and, Dave was surprised to discover, a touch of heat.

Dave took one more surreptitious glance to study the face attached to the expression. Blue eyes, lighter than Kurt's, more like the sky where as Kurt's eyes always reminded Dave of the sea. Pale skin, a little like Kurt's but not quite as delicate. Whoever this man was didn't fear the sun the way Kurt did.

Dave had to stop himself for a moment before he continued.

He had to stop comparing him to Kurt.

One more glance.

Dirty blond hair tamed beneath a grey knit beanie and perfect pink lips curving into a grin that seemed to get wider with every quick dart of Dave's eyes.

Dave could be mistaken. He was sitting in front of the black board. Maybe the man was actually staring passed him at something written there. Dave couldn't remember seeing anything on the blackboard when he walked in, but he didn't have the nerve to turn his head and find out.

Dave burned with curiosity. He remembered something that Kurt had told him a long time ago. Shortly after moving in together, they had broached the subject of 'dating'. At the time, Dave wanted to feel out whether or not Kurt might be interested in dating him, but Kurt never caught on. Instead, he gave Dave all sorts of pointers on how to figure out if a guy is interested or not.

Kurt said that when he thought a man was staring at him, he would pretend to yawn. Yawns are notoriously contagious. Dave screwed up his courage, thinking of all the yawn inducing thoughts he could muster (four thoughts - each one an image of his kids yawning). He found himself yawning and politely hid his mouth behind his hand. His eyes flicked up for a moment to catch the blond-haired man shift his eyes a little before he began to yawn as well.

Dave smiled, ducking his head bashfully as the man with the sky blue eyes laughed out loud.

Dave had missed the last five introductions, fascinated by this man who wouldn't stop staring at him. He didn't know whether to feel flattered or self-conscious.

Soon the professor was standing behind the blond man's chair, resting both hands on his shoulders.

"This is Adam Crawford, a transfer student from abroad. He is going to be one of our ten mentors. He comes to us with extremely impressive quals, and we expect great things from him. We are definitely lucky to have him."

Dave's eyes moved up to the professor's face momentarily while he spoke, but when his eyes returned to Adam's face, he noticed the blue eyes hadn't moved, hadn't looked away for even a second. Dave felt heat rising to his face. He turned at the sound of giggling. Two younger women beside him hid behind their hands, shooting furtive glances between Dave and this exotic mystery man, Adam.

"So much vanilla in this room," the professor moaned. "I would think with a room full of college students something exciting would be going on in your lives."

The group of students tittered as the professor walked out of Dave's view. Suddenly he felt a pair of hands settle on his shoulders and squeeze firmly.

"Dave Karofsky," the professor drawled in an interesting way that made Dave feel like he was about to be sent to the principal's office. Dave looked up into the older man's brown eyes and swallowed. "You come to us from the Anderson School at UCLA, don't you?" The older man patted Dave affectionately. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

Dave looked from face to face, staring at him, settling at last on those blue eyes that had captured his attention for most of the class.

Dave addressed his answer directly to Adam.

The blue eyes softened as they waited for his answer.

"I moved up here from San Diego with my roommate, Kurt, and four kids that we're raising."

The room went quieter than he expected.

"And what did you do in San Diego?" the professor asked.

"I...uh...sold car insurance...and volunteered with homeless gay and lesbian teenagers."

The inquisitive face with the blue eyes raised an eyebrow at that response.

"And what brings you to Los Angeles?" the professor continued. Dave wondered if he had spent this much time drilling the other students, or just him because he had impressive friends.

"Uh...we came here so I could go to school and so Kurt could design clothes."

Dave felt that was the most tactful answer.

"And, which one of you is dating Blaine Anderson?" A smooth voice spoke - a voice with the most alluring British accent Dave had ever heard.

The voice came from the gorgeous man with the blue eyes.

"Uh...Kurt...is..."

The smile turned into a playful smirk.

"That's good to know," Adam returned with a wink.

Dave stopped breathing.

The professor went on to explain that the mentors would choose a student and pair them up with a client to represent. If things worked out well for all parties involved, the students would continue to represent their clients through the end of their college careers and hopefully beyond graduation.

Dave wondered what he would have to do to be paired with Adam.

The orientation droned on a bit, with Dave's mind trying to bounce back and forth between listening to the professor explain his expectations and Dave's thoughts about why Adam would spend the whole hour staring at him. Dave chided himself for even considering a relationship. He hadn't even officially started school, and he had so many responsibilities at home.

Another voice - a softer, kinder voice, that sounded a lot like Kurt's - asked him why. Why didn't Dave deserve happiness, seeing as Kurt had already found his?

The room emptied quickly when the professor said they could go. It took Dave a little longer to pick up his books and gather his things. He checked his phone, which had vibrated earlier, letting him know he had a message.

Kurt's smiling face popped on the screen. The thumbnail used to be a picture of Kurt from high school, taken after the two boys had become friends. Dave had changed it recently to Kurt's new Facebook profile pic, a photo of him and Blaine together at Legoland, smiling like idiots as they looked into the camera lens. Dave had changed it to remind him of the new best friend he never wanted, in love with the man he always needed.

Dave sighed, opening the message.

From: Kurt
How are things!?!?!? Dying to know :)

Dave chuckled, quickly shooting back a message.

"Boyfriend?" a voice asked. Dave looked up to see Adam, making his way back down the stairs and approaching the chairs.

"Uh..." Dave tried to answer, flustered by the man's exquisite accent. "Roommate...and his lunatic boyfriend."

Adam chuckled cutely, his eyes squinting a bit.

"So, Blaine Anderson, huh?" Adam continued as he lazily walked toward Dave. "Your life must be exciting."

Dave chuckled.

"You have no idea," he said, fumbling his phone before rescuing it from hitting the linoleum while he balanced his books in his arm.

"Yeah, I've seen him on that show...Sing, is it?"

Dave nodded, looking down at his feet.

"It's pretty popular." Dave wanted to bite his own tongue off. Was he really so boring that he couldn't think of anything more interesting to say?

"You don't have to tell me," Adam said. "If you think it's popular here, you should come back home with me."

Dave's face snapped up, his eyes wide, his cheeks almost glowing red.

"To England," Adam clarified with a shy smile. "His picture's everywhere."

"Sounds like my life," Dave said. Adam chuckled.

"Personally, I'm not that big a fan," Adam admitted.

"He's a pretty cool guy, actually." Dave felt the need to defend Blaine, even to hot, blond, British guys that he swore were flirting with him.

"Well, maybe you could convince me to change my mind," Adam suggested, grabbing the books out of Dave's hands. Dave couldn't help but notice the man's biceps. If he had been staring like he suspected he was, Adam was nice enough not to say anything. "Why don't I buy you a coffee and you can tell me all about it."

"Oh," Dave said, "I don't know. I really should..."

"David Karofsky!" a high pitched voice sounded from out of nowhere. "You do not come back to this house until you have coffee with that man!"

Dave looked around comically as he tried to figure out where the familiar voice was coming from. Adam bit his lip trying, and failing, to silence a snicker. Dave picked up his iPhone and realized in horror that instead of sending Kurt a text he had dialed his number. When he had fumbled the phone, he must have switched it to speaker.

"Uh..." Dave was at a loss for words.

"Oh, seriously." Kurt cleared his throat. "Hello," he said sweetly. "I'm Kurt Hummel."

Adam leaned in a bit towards the phone in Dave's hand.

"Adam. Adam Crawford."

Dave drew in a sharp breath at the feeling of Adam's breath ghosting over his skin.

"And I'm Blaine Anderson," Blaine's tight voice interjected.

"Blaine?" Kurt hissed over the phone.

"What? He already said he didn't like me."

"It's a pleasure to meet you both," Adam said, still trying to hold back a laugh, "but if it's all right with the two of you, I'm going to take Dave for some coffee."

"Yes," Kurt almost yelled. "Yes. Do that!"

Dave finally came to his senses when he heard Kurt agree to a coffee date for Dave.

"Uh, but I thought you guys were going out with Nick and Jeff tonight?" Dave asked, and why oh why was he arguing? Dave was certain this beautiful man would eventually grow tired of the wishy-washy routine and walk away. Adam's eyes continued to smile and sparkle, and holding Dave's books in his arms, he didn't look like he was going anywhere without him.

"We'll go out tomorrow night," Blaine offered. "So, you know, we're here, and you don't need to hurry back."

Somewhere in the background, Kurt giggled.

Dave finally had the sense to roll his eyes.

Who knew that someday he'd actually be thankful for Blaine Anderson?

"All right, guys," Dave said. "I think I'll take it from here."

"Great," Blaine said.

"Ooo, Dave," Kurt sang through the phone. "Take me off speaker for a sec."

Dave switched the phone back to headset and held it to his ear, Adam's smiling eyes practically dancing as he watched the adorable man, juggling his life so nervously in front of him.

"Yes, Kurt? Uh, yes, Kurt. He's tall."

Adam couldn't help but laugh now as he heard Kurt squeal over the phone.

"I'm going now," Dave said. "Kiss the kids for me."

Dave hung up his phone and slipped it into his pocket without looking back at Adam, who chuckled quietly.

"Uh, I don't suppose we could just pretend that didn't happen, and go back to the part where you asked me out for coffee?"

"No," Adam said, shaking his head.

Dave's face fell.

"Because then I wouldn't know how adorable you really are."

Dave looked back at Adam and smiled.

"After you," Adam said with a flourish from his unburdened arm. Dave walked passed him up the stairs, smiling so hard he was sure his face might just break.

"God, Blaine! Harder!" Kurt moaned, while Blaine pounded into his boyfriend from behind.

"I'm trying, baby," Blaine panted heavily, sweating out of every possible pore as his body moved like a blur. "But you've got me a little worn out. I think we've gone way over our half hour limit."

Kurt grabbed a hold of the mattress with both hands for leverage, and shoved himself back to meet Blaine's thrust.

"Come on, Blaine!" Kurt growled. "I want to feel this tomorrow!"

"We'll probably be doing the same thing in a couple hours," Blaine retorted, rearing back and smacking Kurt hard on the ass.

Kurt purred when the sting dissolved into an erotic tingle.

"Do you think it's irresponsible...that's it, Blaine!...to leave the kids alone so we could do this?"

Blaine smacked Kurt again, shuddering when he felt Kurt clench around him.

"Alone?" Blaine chuckled. "Nick, Jeff, and Hunter are here. We ordered them a pizza. They barely acknowledged us when we left."

Blaine dug his fingernails into Kurt's hips as he held Kurt still and drove into him.

"Good..." Kurt panted, head rolling on his shoulders at the cruel pleasure of Blaine's quickening pace. "We're agreed. Now, let's stop talking..."

Kurt's words drifted off as Blaine found the perfect angle, the perfect spot, and abused it deliciously.

Blaine smiled, drilling into Kurt's ass and taking his dom's power of speech away.

Kurt found he could no longer keep himself up on his hands as Blaine assaulted his ass. He lowered himself to his elbows, and then bowed his head to the mattress to give Blaine better access, which his adoring sub took advantage of by spreading Kurt's cheeks carefully so he could pound deeper. It astounded Kurt how long Blaine managed to keep up this intense pace.

Kurt didn't know how long he could take it, but he didn't want it to stop, either. It felt way too good, too decadent.

He wanted to stay like this with Blaine forever.

"Look at my gorgeous black swan." Blaine struggled against the onslaught of his own orgasm to heap praise on his incredible boyfriend. "Look at you taking it for me like this. What did I do to deserve this?"

Aside from the obvious, this was something new, something special that Blaine had begun to excel at - stroking his dom's ego. No one had ever even tried before. Blaine seemed to become a pro overnight.

Blaine would do anything for Kurt, and he had begun to realize just how far compliments went towards pushing Kurt over the edge.

Kurt turned to look at Blaine, head thrown back, eyes closed, lips parted, muscles tightening as his hips stuttered.

Blaine felt blue eyes roaming over his body and opened his eyes to catch them, and hold their gaze.

"Beautiful," Kurt murmured, looking at Blaine's golden, lust blown eyes. "Beautiful and mine."

Blaine whimpered. He leaned over Kurt, reaching around to grab hold of Kurt's neglected cock, but Kurt bucked up backwards to get Blaine to kneel up high again.

"No," Kurt said, "I want to cum only with you inside me."

It sounded like a plea.

A plea from his black swan.

That was enough.

Blaine was cumming hard, but he tapped in to the last reserves of his quickly siphoning energy and gave one last go, growling against oversensitivity as he surged forward, holding Kurt's shoulders down to the mattress and attacking him with a few last  hard thrusts.

Kurt held on tight, bracing himself back to take what Blaine had to give.

Blaine, frustrated with himself for wearing out, gripped Kurt's hips hard and growled out, "Come on!"

That resonating growl burned through Kurt like a lightening bolt, traveling over the network of his nerves and veins, firing in his blood, forcing it all to rush south at once, and Kurt came with a growl of his own.

"More," Kurt ground out, and Blaine, the obedient and observant sub that he was, knew exactly what Kurt the dominatrix was commanding him to do. He drove himself inside Kurt's body straight to the hilt, until they were pressed together, skin on skin. Holding him hard against him, Blaine dug his nails deep into Kurt's hips. Kurt bucked his back up and bit his lip, keeping what was undoubtedly a scream locked in his throat. The move had the desired effect as Blaine watched Kurt cum almost violently. Blaine grabbed his boyfriend and pulled him close, sinking his teeth into his shoulder and earning another enticing moan.

"Oh, Blaine," Kurt said, sinking down into Blaine's lap, letting his boyfried mark his skin. "Don't start something you can't finish. Keep doing that, and I'll be ready to go again."

With one final hard suck, Blaine reluctantly let Kurt go, watching as his boyfriend melted back against him, the smile on his face almost brighter than the sun.

Blaine had discovered early Kurt's penchant for pain and how it equated to pleasure. It had frightened him for all of a quarter of a second before he realized he had some of the same desires, too. Mostly, the two matched each other round for round, but there were rare occasions when Kurt could only cum through pain, and Blaine had to admit, it was really hot.

This afternoon, with all of the overwhelming stress that came with this newfound, albeit not unwelcome, nugget of celebrity, was one of those times.

Blaine, was more than happy to oblige, even if marking Kurt's perfect skin did sometimes break his heart.

"That's my good boy," Kurt panted and purred, looking up at his Blaine, who sat strong on his hips, cradling Kurt gently.

Blaine smiled.

He truly loved Kurt...every bit of Kurt.

"I think we should grace the others with our presence," Blaine said, kissing Kurt's forehead. "If you wait a moment, I'll get the shower started."

Kurt smiled.

"Okay," Kurt agreed. "Though, if you can bring it out here, that would be great."

Dave still wasn't home by the time Kurt and Blaine emerged from the bedroom, freshly showered and dressed. Kurt furrowed his brow, contemplating whether or not he should give him a call, but Nick's smirk caught his attention.

"Well, well, well," the shorter brunette teased. "Nice to see you guys. We thought we'd lost you."

"Dude!" Jeff exclaimed, his eyes glued to the t.v. screen where his Dry Bones was about to cut ahead of Finn's Wario as their little go karts raced across the track. "We had to raise the volume on the t.v. three times because of you guys!"

"And I lost $50 bucks," Hunter mumbled from his place on the floor with Eva. Eva sat on the carpet, snapping together colored blocks and pulling them apart, working on her fine motor skills. She wore huge noise dampening headsets over her ears to block out the sound of the video game music, which had recently become a trigger for her.

Blaine blushed, laughing, and buried his head into Kurt's arm while Kurt stared at Hunter in shock.

"You bet on us?" Kurt exclaimed incredulously, which made Blaine laugh harder.

"Well, I didn't think you were going to be in there over an hour!" Hunter handed Eva a purple block she reached for. She turned it over in her hands before handing it back to Hunter. She reached for it again, and he handed it back patiently, the whole dance repeating several times till she turned her attention to a green block near by. "I mean, what the heck were you guys doing in there?"

"And that," Nick said, walking up to Kurt and taking his arm, "is why you don't have a girlfriend."

"Or a boyfriend, either," Kurt mumbled under his breath, and Nick dissolved into giggles. Nick pulled Kurt away. Nick settled back on the couch where he was helping Barbra decide between dressing her dolls in Oscar de la Renta or Bob Mackie. Leave it to Nick to hunt down vintage designer Barbie doll clothes.

Kurt made his way over to where Jeff was trying to maneuver his car through a canyon of Ba-bombs.

"I am really sorry that we stuck you guys with the kids for so long," Kurt said, bumping the blond man in the hip.

"No worries, K," Jeff said, looking like he wasn't paying too much attention. Then, he craned his neck around to look at his boyfriend. Nick sat on the couch, completely engaged in the business of Barbie clothes with Barbra. Jeff leaned in close to Kurt, eyes still glued to the screen.

"Maybe you can return the favor someday soon," Jeff said.

Kurt bit his lip, trying to divine the man's meaning.

"You got Nick pregnant?" Kurt remarked, confused.

Jeff didn't dignify the question with a remark.

Then, Kurt's eyes went wide.

"Oh my God!" Kurt whispered. "You're going to..."

"Shhh!" Jeff hissed. "Don't tell him."

"I won't." Kurt bounced up and down on the balls of his feet. "Did you get the..."

"Yeah," Jeff answered, veering to the right to avoid a turtle shell. "I was hoping if I sent you a picture, you could design our tuxes."

"Definitely." Kurt squeaked. "ASAP!"

Kurt looked back at Nick and Barbra; Barbra looking for shoes to match the elaborate blue brocade dress her doll wore, and Nick doing another doll's hair in a complicated looking French twist. Kurt sighed.

Another beautiful wedding. Kurt could hardly wait.

Blaine stayed by Hunter, plopping down on the floor beside Eva.

"You know," Blaine said, watching the young girl concentrate on stacking her blocks, "I think you're taking my best girl away from me, Hunter."

Hunter smirked.

"Really?" Hunter picked up a pile of papers and handed them to Blaine. Blaine flipped through the pages, each one filled from edge to edge with his name - some with thick, block letters colored in; some decorated in glitter; some with stick pictures in the margin, everyone labeled with a carefully written name. One in particular caught his eye. He pulled it away from the other pictures and studied it.

"I'm going to steal this one, if you don't mind," Blaine said, turning the picture so Hunter could see. Hunter smiled.

"I thought you would."

Hunter caught Eva's eyes and pointed to her left. She turned her face, and the moment her eyes fell on Blaine, her eyes widened and her whole face lit up .

"Blaine!" she exclaimed, lifting her arms to indicate she wanted him to hold her. He scooted her to him, careful of her cast, and sat her in his lap. She rubbed his nose with hers, which had become their special greeting to each other. Her laugh for him was infectious - so much different from her normal, high pitched laughter when she saw something that amused her; something more lyrical, musical.

"Blaine! Hunter me play blocks," she chirped.

Blaine smiled and held Eva close, taking a moment to inhale deeply the strawberry shampoo that had become her new favorite.

She turned and looked at him with a quizzical look.

"You smell me?" she asked, as if she thought he was crazy.

"Yup," he said, standing his ground in the face of this adorable little girl.

She giggled, twisting her body in his lap, looping her arms around his shoulders, and pulling him close. Burying her nose into his curls, she took a deep breath.

"I smell you, too," she said. She turned back around in his lap and went back to her blocks.

Kurt returned to the small group on the floor, who played with blocks and talked animatedly about smelling something. He sat down beside Blaine and watched the little girl, who seemed to be blossoming in this new house, with a patient Hunter as her teacher, and, of course, Blaine, who seemed to fill a special place in her heart.

Blaine passed the drawing to Kurt, who took it with a wry grin.

"It seems like your biggest fan has been drawing for you again," Kurt said, looking over the crayon and glitter adorned picture. "Oh, look at that. She even included us in this one..." Kurt looked at the stick fingers with the circles for hands and feet. "Oh, here I am." Kurt pointed to a tall, thin stick figure with up-swept hair. "And here's Dave, and...birds?"

Blaine looked at Kurt sadly as he waited for realization to hit. He knew when Kurt's eyes went wide and he brought a hand to his mouth.

"Oh my God," Kurt breathed, grabbing a hold of Blaine's arm and squeezing it tight. "It's Finn and Rachel!"

They heard the front door open and every one present turned to see Dave, with an armful of books, walk dazily into the house. He walked straight to his room with a blissful smile on his face.