Kurt looked up at the knock on his open bedroom door. He blinked, surprised to see Santana standing there, leaning against the doorframe. It had been just over a week since their fight and this was the first time that he had seen Santana for longer than ten seconds. She had been keeping out of his way whenever they were home together and she was out of the apartment before he even got out of bed on a morning. He had sent her a few text messages, asking if they could talk, but all of them had gone ignored.

Kurt figured Santana would come to him in her own time and it looked like it was about to pay off.

"Hi," he said. "Come in."

Santana crossed the room and perched on the edge of Kurt's bed. He closed his sketchbook and set it on his spare pillow.

They both stayed silent for a few moments, looking at each other. Kurt opened his mouth to talk but Santana beat him to it.

"I'm sorry," she said.

Kurt nodded. "Thank you," he replied. "I'm sorry too."

Santana nodded and she surprised Kurt, who figured she was going to leave, but she surprised him by swinging her legs up on the bed, tucking her bare feet underneath her. "I really like her, you know," she started. "It's not just another fuck or a fling."

Kurt waited patiently for her to continue. Santana's relationships had been frivolous at best. He had judged her at first until he realised it was her way of dealing with things. Just because he wanted a long term, monogamous relationship, didn't mean that it was for everyone. He also knew that Rachel was the type of person who also wanted a long term and monogamous relationship. He just didn't want her to get hurt if Santana decided that she'd had enough.

He would be lying if he had said he hadn't seen the change in Rachel, though. Since she confessed to him that she was seeing someone, she had been a lot happier, a lot more relaxed and – even if it pained Kurt to say it – she looked like she was in love>. He was her friend – that is all he wanted for her.

He didn't want Santana to fall for Rachel either and for Rachel to just decide that she was done with them, if it was a phase or if she was just holding out for someone better. He and Santana may have had their ups and downs in the past but he didn't want Santana to get hurt either.

"It just happened," Santana said, playing with the hem of her sweatpants. "I don't regret it though, before you ask."

"Wasn't going to," Kurt replied. "I don't want to judge you but it's just so hard. You're both my best friends. I've known you both for years and I don't want either of you to get hurt."

"You were awfully protective of Rachel though," Santana said. "I get it; I've not always been the nicest to you..."

Kurt chuckled. "We're as catty as each other," he pointed out. "But I yeah, I was a bit more protective of Rachel because she can be a little na�ve at times and I just didn't want you to take advantage of her."

"I would say it hurts to know that you think that of me but who am I kidding?" Santana muttered. "If I were you, I'd think that too."

"For what it's worth, Rachel seems pretty taken by your lady charms."

Santana cracked a grin. "Thanks," she replied. "Here, paint my toenails?"

She handed Kurt a bottle of red nail polish and Kurt chuckled. "Sure," he said, leaning over to reach into the second drawer of his bedside table. He pulled out the cotton swabs, nail clippers and file, the cuticle stick and an old hand towel to set them on the bed.

He pulled Santana's left foot into his lap and she wriggled her toes at him.

"I swear you're better at this than the ladies at the salon," Santana said, picking up his latest issue Vogue magazine. "They're always so rough."

"That's because they don't have the Hummel touch," Kurt replied, shaping her toenails one by one.

"If you ever resign from Vogue, you could always get a job doing mani-pedis."

Kurt grinned. "Unlikely but thanks."

He worked steadily on her toes, making sure that the nails were cut evenly and that they were filed properly. He pushed the cuticle back with the little stick for when he painted her nails.

"I have noticed something, though," Kurt said after a while of silence. He glanced up at Santana, who raised an eyebrow at him. "You both seem a lot... well, happier than you have been. I know Rachel's had a string of unsuccessful relationships and you haven't been so lucky in love either. It's just nice to see you both happy again."

"Thank you," Santana said. She leaned across and enveloped him in a hug. Kurt held her close for a few long moments before she pulled back. "Ugh, you're getting me all emotional. I hate that."

Kurt grinned and picked up the nail file once more. He had just finished shaping Santana's toenails to his liking when Rachel entered his bedroom.

"Are we having mani-pedis?" she asked, climbing up onto the bed next to Santana where she sat flush against Santana's side. "I'm next!"

"Rachel, you're the only one here besides Santana," Kurt pointed out.

"Still," Rachel sniffed. "I'm next."

Kurt looked up in time to see Santana peck Rachel on the lips. Rachel smiled when they parted, making Kurt feel like he was intruding on a private moment.

"So," Santana said. "What's your boyfriend like?"

Kurt glanced up at Santana, a little surprised to see a rare, genuine look on her face that she was actually curious to know.

"He's great," Kurt replied.

"He's really sweet!" Rachel added immediately. "He and Kurt came to one of my shows and he was such a dapper gentleman! Kurt's got a keeper there."

Kurt smiled to himself at Rachel's description of Blaine. "He's pretty amazing."

"Tell us everything!" Rachel insisted, curling into Santana's side as Kurt painted her toenails red.

Kurt smiled and started with how they'd got together. Their ice skating date had been particularly memorable. He told them how patient and sweet Blaine had been, helping him up every time he fell over, and right to their kiss at the end of the date.

"Have you boned him yet?" Santana asked.

"Boned? Are you twelve?"

"I'm taking that as a no," Santana replied with a smirk, moving her foot off Kurt's lap to replace it with the other one.

"I am not discussing my sex life with you," he said.

"C'mon," Santana said. "An older guy like that? He's gotta have some skills up his sleeves."

Kurt's mind immediately went back to the amazing blow job he had received and he couldn't help but think Santana was right. He flushed at the thought.

"Ahh, you have!" Santana said gleefully. "I know that look! I invented that look."

Kurt rolled his eyes affectionately. "I am not saying a word."

"It's okay if you haven't had sex with him, Kurt," Rachel said clearly trying to soothe the conversation. "Santana and I didn't have sex until the third date."

Kurt pulled a face. "I did not need to know that! In fact, the less I hear about your sex life the better."

"There's nothing to be ashamed of," Rachel started and Kurt glared at her.

"Rachel, stop," he said. "I'm not ashamed of anything. I just don't want to hear about your sex life."

"Who has a sex life?" Mercedes asked, entering Kurt's room. She sat down on the bed next to Kurt and carefully moved his sketchbook.

"Mine and Santana's," Rachel replied. "Kurt is being a prude."

"I am not a prude," Kurt protested.

"You kind of are," Santana added.

Kurt huffed. "Fine," he started. "Blaine has the best mouth and I couldn't move a muscle for about ten minutes after the best blow job I have ever experienced."

The girls all laughed and cheered.

"See, was that so hard to tell?" Santana teased.

"Oh, I hate you all," Kurt said without malice as he continued to paint Santana's toenails, a grin on his face.

He finished with Santana's feet and Rachel's immediately plopped into his lap the moment it was vacated.

"Does this mean you're over the masked guy from the Vogue party?" Rachel asked.

Kurt paused and glanced up at her. His gaze flicked to the dresser drawer that he knew his mask was sitting in and he sighed. "I don't know," he replied honestly. "I still think there could have been something there with him and me but... But I guess I'll never find out."

"Isn't that better, though?" Mercedes asked. "I mean you're in love with Blaine, right? That masked guy shouldn't matter to you now."

Kurt nodded. "You're right," he replied.

He knew Mercedes was right but there was a real spark between him and the masked guy at the Vogue party and sometimes, Kurt couldn't get him out of his head. He knew it was silly, he knew that he shouldn't be thinking of him. He had Blaine now. Blaine who was amazing, sweet, caring, and loving, along with so many other things that Kurt looked for in a guy. He was literally the embodiment of Kurt's perfect man. Sure, he was a little older and a little shorter than Kurt thought for the guy he would end up with but it just made it better because it was Blaine.

"I say we open a bottle of Jack and have us a grand old night," Santana said with her trademark smirk on her lips.

"Oh no," Kurt said, shaking his head. "I have to go into work tomorrow and then I'm meeting Blaine. I don't want to have a hangover."

"Kurt, tomorrow is Saturday, live a little!" Santana chided. "Even I'm not working tomorrow!"

"Which is a first because I hate waking up to a cold bed on a morning," Rachel added.

Kurt sighed. "Fine," he said. "But if I can't get out of bed tomorrow, you can be the ones telling my boyfriend why."

"Deal," Santana said too quickly for Kurt's liking.

"Let's finish your feet in the living room," Kurt said to Rachel. "I don't want alcohol spilled on my sheets."

"Okay," Rachel said happily. She slipped off his bed and headed for the living room, following Santana closely behind.

"I'm going to regret this, aren't I?" Kurt asked, turning to Mercedes.

"Probably," Mercedes replied with a laugh. "C'mon, boo, it's a girly night!"

Kurt grinned and hopped off his bed. He collected all of his pedicure tools and Santana's red nail polish and headed to the living room to join his friends in what promised to be a night that would probably end up with him having quite a hangover.

~*~

Blaine slipped on his oven mitts and pulled out the pan that held his quiche. He inhaled, letting the smells invade his senses. He set the pan down next to the stove and switched the stove off. He hummed to himself as he pottered around the kitchen, making sure that everything was perfect. Kurt was coming over for dinner after he finished work and Blaine was eager for his boyfriend to try his quiche.

The sound of the elevator door closing made Blaine look up and he smiled as he saw Kurt walking into the kitchen.

"Something smells great," Kurt said.

"I hope it tastes as good as it smells," Blaine replied. "I made quiche."

Kurt closed the distance between them and pressed a kiss to Blaine's lips. "I'm just going to go wash up."

Blaine nodded and continued to set the table for the two of them. He poured them each a glass of wine and set them on the table before cutting the quiche into sizeable pieces for them both.

Kurt returned just as Blaine was putting the salad on the table and he smiled brightly.

"I don't know how I managed to find a boyfriend who can cook and who likes to cook," Kurt said as he sat down.

Blaine smiled. "Luck, I guess," he said.

Blaine cut a piece of his quiche and took a bite. It wasn't like his mother's cooking when he was growing up but it was pretty close.

"How was work?" Kurt asked.

"It was good," Blaine replied. "Cindy, one of the reception staff, turned thirty today and she brought in a cake of cupcakes. It was amazing. I brought a couple home so we could have them for dessert."

"I don't know if I'll have room left for dessert after this quiche," Kurt said. "It's delicious."

Blaine beamed. "It's my mom's recipe. She taught me how to cook."

"What else do you know how to cook?" Kurt asked before taking a sip of his wine.

"Oh," Blaine said, thinking back. "What don't I know how to cook?" he grinned. "My mom and I used to cook together all of the time when I was growing up. Cooper wasn't ever interested in helping out, since he was older than I was. You know, being a teenager was more important than helping out our mom."

"My mom taught me how to cook too," Kurt said. "Well, as much as a six year old could, I guess. We used to bake cakes and she'd let me help her make mashed potatoes and other little things. It was fun."

They finished eating their dinner and Blaine took the plates to the sink to wash off before putting them into the dishwasher.

"More wine?"

"Please," Kurt replied with a nod.

Blaine grabbed the bottle of red wine and poured Kurt and himself another glass each and left them on the kitchen counter before pulling Kurt into his arms.

"Hi," he said softly and Kurt grinned at him before dipping his head. Blaine sighed as their lips touched and he immediately increased the pressure. He reached up and cupped the back of Kurt's neck, letting his fingers stroke across the hair at the nape of his neck.

Kurt broke the kiss and pressed their foreheads together. "I missed you too."

Blaine grinned and kissed Kurt briefly before picking up the wine glasses and handing one to Kurt. They walked to the living room and sat down on the couch together. Blaine put the television on but it was mostly for background noise. He pulled the throw blanket off the back of the couch and draped it across their legs and he lifted his free arm when Kurt wanted to snuggle in close.

"Tell me about your mom?" Kurt asked softly.

"Where to begin?" Blaine wondered. "She's amazing, that I have to start with."

"Of course," Kurt replied. "She is your mom, after all."

Blaine chuckled. "Her name is Lolita. I'm not sure if I told you that?" he started. "She's not Cooper's biological mom though."

Kurt glanced up. "I didn't think so but I didn't want to be rude..."

"You'll never be rude," Blaine assured him. "His mom died while giving birth."

"Oh my god," Kurt gasped, sitting up to face Blaine fully. "I'm so sorry."

"Dad said she was a lovely woman," Blaine continued. "Her name was Samantha Audrey. Audrey was named after her."

"That's sweet," Kurt said, reaching across to take Blaine's hand.

"So our dad had to raise Cooper by himself. His parents helped too, of course," Blaine said. "And it was when Cooper was about two and a half years old that he met my mom, Lolita. They connected straight away. It was some fundraising thing that Dad was at and six months later, they were married. She officially adopted Cooper and raised him as her own. He was told about it all before I was born and he took it really well, according to our parents.

"I think Cooper was about five or six before they decided they wanted another baby," Blaine continued. "Mom and Dad tried for years before they had me. Back then there wasn't all of the available testing there is now but when Cooper was nine, Mom got pregnant and here I am."

"And here you are," Kurt echoed, stroking Blaine's hand with his fingers. "I'm glad you're here."

"I am too," Blaine replied.

Kurt leaned over and kissed Blaine softly on the lips before pulling back. "I bet your parents were really happy that they had you."

Blaine smiled. "They were," he replied with a nod. "They didn't have any others after me, Cooper was already ten and they didn't want to keep trying only to have a baby another ten years later."

"A wise choice," Kurt agreed. "I couldn't imagine going through that kind of stress, even in today's age where there is all of the medical testings available to see what's going on."

"It would be hard," Blaine added. "I think that's why Cooper had four kids, because he wanted to make up for the fact that Dad only had two sons. This way he gets his big family and there are three new Anderson sons to keep working at the firm."

"And then they'll all have sons and so on, it'll be around forever," Kurt said.

Blaine nodded. "Hopefully."

Blaine reached for his wine glass and took a long sip. He set his glass down and asked Kurt if he would like a cupcake before heading for the kitchen to get them. He sat back down on the couch next to Kurt a few minutes later and handed him the plate with the cupcake on it.

"Mmm, these are delicious," Kurt said after his first mouthful.

"I know," Blaine agreed. "They're some of the best cupcakes I've ever had. Cindy really outdid herself."

Blaine paused when he saw Kurt swipe at the icing with his finger, covering the top of the digit in the soft, fluffy icing. He sucked it into his mouth and his eyes closed automatically. Blaine felt his jaw go slack as he watched Kurt, who seemed completely oblivious to what he was doing to Blaine.

Blaine let out a strangled moan and Kurt's eyes snapped open, glancing at him.

"What?" Kurt asked, licking his lips.

"That..." Blaine coughed, clearing his throat. "Are you enjoying that?"

Kurt nodded. "I am," he said. "This is one of the best cupcakes I've ever had and I've had a lot of cupcakes in my time. This icing is amazing as well."

"It's amazing for me too..." Blaine muttered.

Kurt tilted his head at Blaine and glanced down at his cupcake before glancing back up at Blaine with realisation etched across his face. "Well," he said. "It could be more amazing, if you wanted it to?"

Blaine shivered at the implication. He couldn't comprehend how Kurt could go from being innocent one second to completely insatiable the next. He brought his own cupcake up to his lips and took a bite, keeping his gaze locked on Kurt's own.

Kurt sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as he watched Blaine. Blaine licked his lips free of the icing that had stayed there and Kurt all but pounced on him, knocking him back on the couch to lie down.

He hastily moved their cupcakes out of the way and kissed Blaine earnestly. The kiss was clumsy and tasted incredibly sweet from the cupcakes. Blaine gripped onto Kurt's hips and opened his mouth underneath Kurt's own. Kurt's tongue was warm in his mouth and Blaine couldn't get enough of the sweet, icing taste that still lingered.

Blaine slipped his hand up the back of Kurt's shirt, stroking across the warm skin of the small of his back. Kurt moaned into the kiss and pressed in closer.

"We should finish our cupcakes," Kurt said between kisses.

Blaine gave him a confused look and Kurt pulled away, leaning over the couch to reach the first cupcake. He peeled back the wrapper a little more and offered it to Blaine. Blaine dipped his head to bite at the cupcake again before Kurt did the same. He leaned forwards and pressed his lips to Kurt's own in a brief kiss.

Kurt swiped off some of the icing on his finger and offered it out to Blaine. Blaine took the finger into his mouth and sucked slowly. He ran his tongue up the length of Kurt's finger, sucking it completely clean of icing. He released Kurt's finger and Kurt kissed him again.

"I think I'm getting crumbs everywhere," Kurt said sounding put out. "This was much sexier in my mind."

Blaine grinned. "C'mon, let's dust off then."

They stood and Kurt dusted off the crumbs into his hand before taking them to the kitchen. Blaine followed, taking the remains of their cupcakes.

"I have cupcake down my shirt," Kurt said incredulously. "I have no idea how that happened."

Blaine tried not to smile. "Go take a shower," he said. "Wash all of the cupcake away and then we can turn in early, if you'd like?"

Kurt shot him a grateful look. "Sounds perfect."

Blaine accepted the quick kiss Kurt had for him before he left for the bathroom. Blaine put away their cutlery and plates from dinner and then retreated to the bedroom. He stripped down to his underwear and slipped into bed. He picked up his iPad to play a quick game of Angry Birds while Kurt showered.

He glanced up just as Kurt was re-entering the bedroom and he paused, just taking in how gorgeous Kurt looked.

"What?" Kurt asked as he crossed the room. "Do I have cream on my face still?"

"No," Blaine replied. "You're gorgeous."

Kurt flushed visibly and slipped into bed next to Blaine. "So, are you winning or are the pigs winning against you still?"

Blaine turned his gaze back down to the screen of his iPad where the little pigs were grinning up at him. "They're winning," he said. "But feel free to take over while I have a shower."

"Alright," Kurt agreed, taking the iPad from Blaine.

It didn't take long for Blaine to shower. He washed himself thoroughly and wondered what it would be like to shower with Kurt. He let himself think about Kurt's wet, naked body pressed against his own for a few long moments before trying to think of something else. It probably wouldn't be the nicest of things to walk out of the shower with a raging erection. He liked to think he had a little more tact than that. Besides, he wasn't sure if he and Kurt would do anything sexual with each other.

The things they had done together so far had been amazing. Kurt was so responsive to every single one of his touches. It made Blaine want it all. He still was set on taking things slowly with Kurt. They had a good thing going; he didn't want to ruin it by having too much sex straight away.

Blaine secured the towel around his waist before heading back to his bedroom. He'd forgotten to take a fresh pair of underwear into the bathroom with him to change into.

"You know," Kurt said and Blaine looked over, seeing Kurt's gaze on him. "You could just come to bed like that... Minus the towel though."

Blaine smiled. "But this towel is so fluffy," he teased, already unfastening it.

"True but it'll just get in my way," Kurt replied.

Blaine grinned and quickly hung the towel back up in the bathroom and walked back to the bed naked. He sat next to Kurt and pulled the sheets around his middle.

"Did you kill the little piggies?" he asked, leaning his head on Kurt's shoulder.

"Mmm, I did," Kurt replied, shutting the iPad off. He put it on the top of the drawers next to his side of the bed and turned back to Blaine. "Did you have a nice shower?"

"I did," Blaine said with a smile. He leaned closer to Kurt, their noses bumping together. He could see Kurt trying not to smile too much and Blaine closed the rest of the distance between them, kissing Kurt soundly on the lips.

"You should tell me more about you growing up," Kurt said after a few moments.

Blaine nodded and pulled back from the kiss but stayed close, gently stroking his fingers down Kurt's bicep. "Apparently I was the most dapper and polite little boy growing up."

"You still are," Kurt interjected with a grin.

Blaine chuckled. "True," he replied. "My mom spent a lot of time with me when I was growing up. My dad's first response when I came out was that mom had molly-coddled me too much. He got over it when he realised that I wasn't going to change. Mom taught me everything that she thought would be useful in life. I still went to school but I came home and I got to help mom do the grocery shopping, or do other household chores. Or she would teach me to sew on a button from my school shirt that had fallen off. Stuff a lot of people tend to take for granted."

"She sounds like she has a good head on her shoulders," Kurt said.

"She does," Blaine said with a nod. "I took my first trip to the Philippines with her when I was ten, it was amazing. I've been back a few times since then but that first trip was brilliant. I knew that Cooper and I were different from a young age, he didn't look like me or mom so much but more like dad. Then Dad told me what had happened and it all made sense why Cooper didn't have dark eyes like mom or darker hair.

"He came with us," Blaine continued. "Cooper is a big food lover and the moment he met our Lola, he was taken because she can cook so well. They bonded pretty quickly and he's probably been back more times than I have."

"That's sweet," Kurt said as he stroked the skin of Blaine's hip with soothing, circular motions.

"We're a pretty close family, all things considered," Blaine replied.

"Family is important," Kurt said. "I don't know what I'd do without mine."

Blaine's mind wandered, thinking about what it would be like to call Kurt his family. He knew it was a little pre-emptive to talk about things like that but he was certain that he wanted Kurt in his life for as long as he could have him.

He wanted it all. He wanted to wake up next to Kurt every morning and he wanted to go to sleep with him every night. He wanted the trips around the world, taking in the culture and beauty that other countries had to offer. He wanted to do it all with Kurt.

When Blaine thought about his future, all he saw was Kurt.

"Where'd you go?" Kurt whispered, his hand cupping Blaine's face gently. "I lost you for a minute there..."

Blaine leaned up and kissed him on the lips. "I'm right here," he said. "Promise."

Kurt's lips brushed against his own in another kiss and Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's middle, pulling him flush against himself. He let Kurt control the kiss, enjoying the tender feeling of it.

"I love you, so much," Kurt whispered against his lips.

"I love you, too," Blaine replied, holding Kurt close.

Kurt gave him a small smile and laid his head back down on the pillow next to Blaine's, their foreheads almost touching. Kurt reached up a hand and gently stroked Blaine's temple, his gaze following his finger.

Kurt stroked over Blaine's eyebrow and then pressed his lips to Blaine's forehead in a kiss and then dropped another one to the eyebrow he had just smoothed over. Blaine watched Kurt silently as he kissed every patch of skin that his finger touched, from his temple, to his cheek and then the corner of his mouth before kissing his lips again.

Blaine had never felt as utterly exposed as he did then. Every single touch of Kurt's was so intimate and raw, like he was mapping out Blaine's face so he wouldn't forget it.

"I love these lines," Kurt said quietly, finger gently stroking from the corner of Blaine's eye outwards. "I think they show how wise you are."

Blaine's breath hitched as Kurt kissed them again.

"And I love these ones too," Kurt added, smoothing his thumb over Blaine's forehead. "And these ones." He touched the corner of Blaine's mouth again. "Because they're the best smile lines I've ever seen and I like you being happy."

"I am," Blaine whispered, pulling Kurt in for a searing kiss. The noises Kurt made went straight through Blaine.

He stroked down Kurt's naked back, his hand coming to rest on the swell of Kurt's underwear clad ass. He squeezed him over the material and Kurt pushed back into his touch.

"Touch me," Kurt whispered. "Please."

Blaine nodded in compliance, slipping his hand underneath the elastic of Kurt's underwear to pull them down. Kurt wriggled out of his boxer briefs and threw them over the side of the bed.

They moved together and Blaine could feel Kurt's cock bumping against his own. He automatically thrust forwards and they both moaned at the friction. Blaine pushed Kurt back on the bed and settled over him, one leg between Kurt's own and he leaned forwards to kiss him again.

Their cocks brushed together again and Kurt's hips automatically thrust upwards, wanting more. Blaine slipped a hand between their bodies and wrapped his hand around their cocks. The pressure wasn't the best but the feel of Kurt's cock against his own made it better.

"Wait," Kurt whispered, chest heaving already. "I... Can you finger me?"

Blaine paused and nodded. "Yes. Oh, god, yes."

He leaned over to his side of the bed and reached into the top drawer of his bedside drawers for the lubricant. Blaine flicked open the cap and squirted some into hand, rubbing it into his fingers. He settled over Kurt and kissed him slowly as he traced around Kurt's entrance with his finger.

Kurt gasped against his lips as Blaine pushed the finger inside of him and he felt Kurt's body shudder underneath him before relaxing. Kurt pressed his forehead to Blaine's arm and nodded.

Blaine wriggled the finger inside of Kurt and kissed him again. Kurt's muscles clenched around Blaine's finger in the most delicious of ways. He kept thrusting the finger in and out of Kurt, pushing in as deep as he could go every time.

He added a second finger at Kurt's insistence. He crooked his fingers inside of Kurt and Kurt's mouth dropped open in a silent cry of pleasure. Blaine repeated the movement and Kurt pushed back into his touch.

"More," Kurt said breathily. He reached up and pulled Blaine in for a kiss and Blaine kept moving his fingers inside of Kurt, stroking his prostate teasingly.

Blaine thrust his hips down; awkwardly rubbing his cock against Kurt's hip while trying to keep his fingers inside of Kurt. Kurt took initiative and wrapped his hand around Blaine's cock, fisting him just how Blaine needed.

"Yes," Blaine panted, dropping kisses into Kurt's neck.

Blaine sat back a little and glanced at Kurt underneath him, his full, red lips begging for Blaine to kiss him. Their mouths slid together and Kurt's free hand tangled into Blaine's hair, keeping him close.

Kurt's hand tightened a bit more on Blaine's cock with a change in angle and Blaine moaned loudly. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer under Kurt's touch. He pulled back from Kurt's lips to sit up enough to wrap his free hand around Kurt's own cock. He kept his fingers inside of Kurt as he started to stroke Kurt's cock hard and fast. Kurt's breathing grew heavier and his grip on Blaine's cock started to slacken off. Blaine watched as Kurt's body started to tense as his orgasm took over his body. Kurt clenched around Blaine's fingers and Blaine kept up the pace of his hand on Kurt's cock until he hissed with oversensitivity. Blaine withdrew his fingers from Kurt, causing him to moan at the loss. He quickly reached for a tissue to wipe his fingers on while Kurt slumped back into the bed, looking thoroughly debauched.

Blaine smiled to himself and leaned down to kiss Kurt lovingly.

"Mmm," Kurt hummed into the kiss.

His hand closed around Blaine's cock a moment later and he stroked eagerly. It didn't take long for Blaine to orgasm, he was already so close and he came in spurts over Kurt's hand and onto Kurt's stomach.

"You're so beautiful," Kurt said as Blaine collapsed onto the bed next to him. Kurt reached for a tissue to clean himself off and threw it in the bin on Blaine's side of the bed.

Blaine smiled at him and leaned closer to kiss him lazily. Kurt hummed contently and slipped his fingers into Blaine's hair, massaging his scalp as they kissed. Kurt broke the kiss a few long moments later.

"I'm hungry," he said. "We should have pancakes or something."

"You're serious?" Blaine asked, incredulously.

Kurt nodded. "Yeah, I am," he replied. "I'm not sleepy yet and sex makes me hungry." He shrugged and kissed Blaine quickly on the lips before getting out of bed and pulling on his underwear and one of Blaine's robes.

Blaine watched as Kurt's gorgeous body was covered by the fabric of the robe and he figured he had better get out of bed too. Pancakes sounded awfully inviting right about then.

~*~