Kurt loved it.

His boyfriend had the ability to make him feel wanted and worshipped with the slightest caress of his hands, the gentlest thrust of his body, the softest whimper that fell from his lips…

They could spend hours in bed; just touching, teasing, tasting each other, until the passion would eventually become too much; and it would push both of them over the edge. It wasn't even about sex. It was about being connected, being close, being one…

It was about love, not about lust.

Then again; there was nothing hotter in this world than fucking Blaine.

Kurt loved it.

His lover had a knack for turning him into an incoherent mess; making him fall apart with every bruising grip, every harsh pull on his hair, every sharp thrust of his hips, every lewd grunt that escaped his mouth…

There were times they just had to have each other. They'd slam each other against a wall; or over some piece of furniture, devour each other's mouth, rip off each other's clothes and just… fuck each other's brains out. It was all about sex. It was about being turned on, claiming the other, and getting off.

It was about lust, not about love.

Still… it was the strength of their love that made it possible for them to have a simple, mind blowing fuck like that. It was their trust in the other, the faith that the fine line between using each other's body and abusing it, would never be crossed.

Their ability to have pure, raw sex without one hint of awkwardness was perhaps the greatest proof of the depth of their love, and the solidity of their relationship.

It was that last thought that flashed briefly through Kurt's head, as Blaine dug his fingers into his hips and pounded into him. Kurt dropped his forehead against the cool flat surface and bit on his knuckles in an attempt to stifle his own cries. It wouldn't do to have the others know that he was currently in Blaine's office, bent over his desk, being fucked like a wanton whore.

Thank God for locked doors.

And thank God for those condoms Blaine kept in his desk drawer. It saved them the trouble of cleaning up the mess.

"Oh fuck, baby…" Blaine panted as he ran his hands over Kurt's back, hiking up his tunic even higher. Kurt shivered in delight. It felt so good, being taken so roughly. Blaine knew exactly what Kurt needed, and he gave it to him, over and over again.

Blaine's hands reached Kurt's shoulders, and he gripped them firmly. "My beautiful, beautiful angel…" He whispered raggedly. "You're so fucking hot…"

"Oh God, Blaine… please…" Kurt whined. "More… please…"

The things Blaine was doing to his body drove him insane with desire.

It was a delicious form of torture.

Blaine grabbed Kurt by the hair and pulled his head back, slamming into him, harder and faster than ever before.

Kurt couldn't hold back a scream.

Blaine let go of his hair and used his hand to cover Kurt's mouth. "Shhhhh… baby…"

Blaine felt his boyfriend smirk against the palm of his hand; and as Kurt started to lick and suck at his index finger, the bubble of pleasure finally burst, surging through Blaine's body like an electric current.

For a few seconds, it was as if the world had stopped turning; as if it was only them; and nothing else mattered.

Holding on to Kurt, Blaine gave a few, hard, jerky thrusts and came with a shudder, throwing his head back and biting his lip to keep from screaming.

Instead, he let out a loud, deep groan.

"Damn…" he breathed, dropping his chin on his chest and gazing at his boyfriend, who was still sprawled over the desk, rocking his hips back and forth slowly. Blaine pressed his hand on Kurt's lower back to still his movements, and pulled out.

"Wait honey.", he said, as he got rid of the condom, and quickly righted his clothes; glad that he was wearing his blue doctor's tunic and pants instead of his usual shirt and dress pants.

Blaine helped Kurt get off the desk, turned him around, and pushed him back to lean against it. He sank down and quickly wrapped his mouth around Kurt, making him cry out in ecstasy.

Looking down, Kurt could only moan at the sight of Blaine, sitting on his knees and working him furiously with hollowed cheeks and swollen lips…

It was hot… it was sexy… it was too much. With a harsh growl Kurt came undone and spilled himself into Blaine's mouth.

After the last stuttering movement of his hips, Kurt sank down on his knees as well. Pressing his mouth against Blaine's, his ran his tongue along his lips and searched for entrance. Blaine parted his lips and welcomed the intrusion; willingly surrendering to the passionate assault.

Kurt continued to ravish Blaine's mouth for a full five minutes.

Because there was nothing, absolutely nothing better in this world than kissing Blaine.

And Kurt loved it.

"Well, that was another interesting lunch break." Kurt grinned, as he washed his hands in the adjoining examination room.

Blaine appeared in the doorway that connected the room to his office. "Yeah, it was. I like having you over for lunch." He smirked.

"No; you like having me for lunch, full stop." Kurt laughed. "We can't keep doing this every day, you know. It's Friday and we haven't shown ourselves in the cafeteria since Tuesday."

"Hey, you asked for it!" Blaine grinned.

"I did not!" Kurt chuckled, slapping Blaine playfully with the towel he was holding.

"Oh you did too!" Blaine caught the towel and ripped it from Kurt's hands. "I believe your exact words were Please bend me over the desk and fuck me, now!; and come to think of it, no… you weren't asking for it…", he grabbed Kurt by the collar of his tunic and pulled him close, "you were begging for it…" He whispered against Kurt's lips.

Kurt let out a breathless whimper.

"Fine…" He gulped. "But it was your fault. You look way too hot in that blue uniform AND you were fondling me as soon as I entered your office." He smiled slyly and gave Blaine a quick peck on the lips.

Blaine smirked. "I plead guilty. But I can't say I'm sorry!" He cupped Kurt's ass gently.

Kurt threw his arms around Blaine. "Me neither… I love you." He sighed happily.

"I love you too." Blaine pressed his forehead against Kurt's. "God, I love you…"

They stood like that for a moment; drowning into each other's eyes.

A loud beep sounded from inside Blaine's office.

"My cell…" He groaned.

"Go get it." Kurt said, reluctantly pulling back. "We're finished anyway." He smirked.

Blaine grinned and kissed the top of Kurt's nose. "Yeah, for now."

The message turned out to be from Liz, telling him she was online, and asking him if he was able to skype with her.

As soon as Kurt had left his office, he logged on.

His heart skipped a beat as the video stream started, and Liz and Lily appeared on the screen. The little curly haired girl was climbing on her mother's lap, and turned around to watch the screen.

"DADDY!" She shrieked, flailing and jumping up and down. Liz had to hold her close to keep her from tumbling to the ground.

Blaine broke out in a wide smile. "Hi precious! How are you, my little princess?" He cooed.

"I'm sad! Mister Bunny is very sick, daddy!" She waved her cuddle bunny in front of the webcam. He was completely wrapped up in bandages.

"Oh dear, that's bad news, precious." Blaine said in a grave voice. "Did you let your mommy have a look? Mommy is a doctor, you know…".

Liz shook her head and laughed. "Actually, your daughter is a doctor herself." She looked down at the little girl. "Right, Lily? You are Dr. Lily, aren't you?"

Lily nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Mister Bunny is better now!"

"We gave her a toy doctor kit last week. She saw it in the store and kept saying she wanted to be a doctor just like mommy and daddy."

"That's cute…" Blaine smiled. He continued the banter with his daughter for a while, enjoying her funny replies and her cute facial expressions. After a while, Lily got distracted and jumped off of her mother's lap.

Blaine sighed. "She's growing up so fast."

Liz nodded. "Yeah. She changes every single day. It's incredible. She's doing so well at preschool too! Her teacher says she's such a bright kid for her age; and she gets along with the other kids too."

Blaine nodded.

He wanted to say he didn't expect anything else. But the truth was, he didn't know what to expect from Lily. Because he didn't truly know his daughter. He only saw her a few times every year, and every couple of days he saw her on his computer screen. But he wasn't part of her life. He missed out on almost everything.

Liz tried her best to share as much as possible, and she would talk to him for hours about all the big and little things that happened; filling him in on all the details of his daughter's life. But it wasn't the same. He wasn't there to witness it firsthand, or to form memories of his own.

"I miss her so much." He shook his head, his gaze drifting towards Lily's picture on his desk.

"I know, Blaine…" Liz shifted in her seat. "Um; I actually needed to talk to you about something."

Blaine's eyes flitted back to the screen. "What's wrong?" He asked with a quiver in his voice.

"Nothing!" Liz exclaimed. "Nothing at all! I have good news, actually." She took a deep breath and smiled. "We're coming to Lima next month!"

"What?" Blaine blinked in surprise. "You and Lily?"

"Yes; and Paul of course." She nodded.

"That's amazing! Oh God, I'm so happy!" Blaine's spirit was immediately lifted by the good news. "It's been so long. I'm finally going to see her again… Oh, and Kurt! Kurt is going to meet her too! It'll be fantastic!"

"I'm sure they'll love each other." Liz offered willingly.

"So how long will you be staying then?" He asked.

Liz hesitated. "Well, that's what I needed to talk to you about. We'll be staying for about six weeks."

"Really?" Blaine raised his eyebrows in surprise. "That's long. Not that I'm complaining…"

"Yeah, look, I'm just going to tell you, okay?" Liz said. Blaine nodded silently. "Paul and I are coming over to the States to get married. And Blaine… I'm pregnant."

"Oh... okay…" Blaine had to process the news for a minute.

Pregnant.

Married.

"Blaine?"

"Sorry Liz!" He snapped out of it and forced a smile on his face. "Congratulations! Wow, pregnant, that's… wonderful. Kurt's sister-in-law is pregnant too, it's going to be a baby boom."

Liz said nothing but gave him a sad, understanding look. "Blaine, we've been together for ten years. I know you. You don't have to put on a mask for me."

Blaine shrugged. "I don't know Liz… it feels a bit weird, I guess."

It felt more than weird. It scared him. It felt like he was losing Lily even more. To another family. The family that Liz and Paul were now consolidating around her. Every time Liz took another step in moving on with her life, he got pushed farther away. Away from his daughter. This whole situation was so fucked up. But he couldn't blame his ex. It was his fault. He had driven her away in the first place, right?

"I understand, Blaine, we've had quite a history, so this must feel a bit strange to you."

No, you don't understand. This isn't about the past. It's about the future.

Blaine shook his head silently.

Liz continued. "But hey, I've got a question. Paul and I are going to get married and then we'll be going on a honeymoon to South Africa. We'll be away for almost a month. Lily won't come with us. My parents have offered to look after her; but I'd rather have her staying with you." Liz smiled.

"It would be good for both of you to spend some time together. But only if you're okay with it!" She added quickly.

"For a month?" Blaine felt exhilarated and dumbstruck at the same time. "Are you kidding me? Of course I'm okay with it!"

"Great!" Liz sighed in relief. "Well, we'll make all the necessary practical arrangements later, right?"

There was a loud bang and a shriek off screen.

Liz groaned. "Blaine, I've got to go now. Lily is destroying the living room again."

"Okay, no problem, bye!" Blaine waved at her and closed the Skype window.

He fell back into his chair and had to stop himself from squealing.

He was going to see his daughter! And she would stay with him for a whole month! It was going to be amazing; it was going to be wonderful; it was going to be so much fun and-

Wait… did Liz just say Lily was destroying the living room…?

Damn.

It was going to be tough.

Saturday, 6.15 PM

Blaine opened the front door of his apartment and gawked at his boyfriend.

"Well, hello… Don't you look hot?" He purred.

Kurt raised one eyebrow and quirked his mouth into a sexy smile, as he sauntered inside. He did a little twirl in front of Blaine. "So you like it?"

"Don't go fishing for compliments, Hummel." Blaine quipped. "You know very well you look breathtakingly sexy and that I would take you right now against the wall if I wouldn't risk your wrath for wrinkling your outfit."

Kurt hissed. "Shut up, Anderson. These pants are too tight for me to get hard in."

They both chuckled.

"You look amazing, baby. Did you get those boots in New York? I haven't seen them before." Blaine asked.

Kurt nodded. "Yep." He was wearing over the knee black boots, tight grey pants, and a purple sweater that reached his mid-thigh.

"Am I dressed okay?" Blaine gestured to his black jeans and his red turtleneck sweater.

"More than okay." Kurt nodded, eyeing his the outfit appreciatively. "Most of the guys will be wearing jeans and a T-shirt anyway, so don't worry."

"Great." Blaine nodded, grabbing his wallet and his jacket. "Let's go then."

"I hope they will like me… I mean; it must be weird for them, they all knew Sam, right?" Blaine asked nervously, looking at Kurt, who was driving the car.

Kurt blinked. "Of course they'll like you, baby." His eyes flitted to Blaine, giving him a sweet smile. "They loved Sam; but they love me too. And I love you. Don't worry, okay?"

Blaine smiled back at Kurt. "Okay."

"So, Lily's coming soon, huh?" Kurt said. "I'm looking forward to meeting her. We should probably go shopping next week, don't you think?"

"Oh? Shopping for what?" Blaine asked.

"For children's stuff? I don't know? Do you have any baby gear at home?"

Blaine frowned. "She's not a baby, she's three years old!"

Kurt smirked. "I know honey, but she'll need some things though, like a high chair; diapers for at night; some toys; a car seat; bibs… stuff like that."

Blaine looked out of the window. "Damn. I'm not much of a father, am I? I should know these things."

"Hey!" Kurt raised his voice slightly. "Stop saying that! Lily is lucky to have you as a dad. You love her so much!"

Still looking away, his boyfriend gave a brief, derisive snort in answer.

"Honey, it's normal you don't know about all these things. It's because you haven't had to take care of her since she was a few months old. Hell, I only know about this stuff because I take care of kids every day."

He sighed and reached out to squeeze Blaine's hand lightly, before returning his hand back to the wheel. "Look, we'll figure it out together, okay? We can do this."

Blaine turned his head towards Kurt and nodded. "Yeah." He smiled.

"Hey, maybe we can ask Quinn and Puck if we can borrow some of their stuff. Their youngest son is four, so maybe they can help us out with some of his old things. And we can ask Brit and Santana. Have I told you they run a day-care centre?" Kurt asked.

"No, you didn't. That's cool! With what you've told me about Santana so far, I wouldn't have expected that as a career choice…"

Kurt shrugged. "It was Brittany's idea. She loves working with little kids, and she's great at it too. You'll understand why, when you meet her. Let's just say she can relate to them in a very unusual way." Kurt chuckled.

"Santana helps out, but she mainly focuses on the business side, you know, the paper work and such. Their centre is called 'The Unicorn and The Wasp' by the way. I have no clue where they got that title from, but it's very fitting."

"They sound like nice girls. Aren't they married?" Blaine asked.

"Yep. They flew over to New York for their wedding." Kurt nodded.

"And Puck and Quinn are married too?"

"Yes. Married with children. Their daughter Beth just turned ten, she was born while Quinn was in high school. They also have two sons, Bryan, who's five, and then Bobby, the four-year-old."

"Three kids? Wow, that's a lot."

"Yeah, not to them apparently. They're considering trying for another one. Quinn is a stay-at-home mom. She quit her job after Bobby was born." Kurt explained.

"And Puck? What does he do for a living?"

"He has his own company. Pool cleaning and maintenance." Kurt let out a small giggle. "You really should ask him how he got started in the pool cleaning business; I'm sure you'll love that story. Just don't ask him when Quinn's within hearing distance though…"

"Oh okay, I'll make sure." Blaine laughed. "So who else is coming? Mercedes?"

"Yeah. I've told you about her already, she's a history teacher at McKinley and she runs the New Directions. She and Rachel are my best friends."

"And then we have Mike and Tina; the Changs, as we call them. Mike has his own dance school, and Tina is a wedding planner."

"A wedding planner?"

"Yep. A wedding planner. That's one career choice we never saw coming either. But she's very good at it. Mike told me she's already fully booked until the end of 2012. And she's been featured in several bridal magazines."

Blaine hummed in approval. "Impressive!"

"The only one who isn't here is Artie. He hasn't been in touch with us since graduation; he never got over Brittany breaking up with him and choosing Santana. Last I heard he lived in San Francisco. I have no clue what he's doing there though."

"Damn. You guys had a lot of intriguing love connections. It's like the Bold and the Beautiful!"

"It wasn't THAT bad!" Kurt laughed. "More like Days of Our Lives." He added with a smirk.

Kurt slowed down the car. "Well, we're here." He parked in front of the two storey house.

"Nice place." Blaine nodded appreciatively.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Kurt unbuckled his seatbelt and reached for the small gift bag in the back of the car. They'd bought a pacifier and a cute little cuddly toy for Rachel and Finn.

"The house belonged to Rachel's dads; they sold it to them at a bargain price, as a wedding gift, and bought a smaller house for themselves with the money. They wanted Rachel and Finn to have a nice family home."

"That's so sweet of them." Blaine said in a subdued voice. He couldn't help feeling a slight twinge of envy and sadness. Why couldn't he have parents like that? Parents who just wanted their child to be happy? He didn't care about money and wealth. He only wanted their love and support.

"Hey…" Kurt reached out and brushed Blaine's cheek.

Blaine looked at Kurt.

The love in his eyes and smile warmed Blaine's heart. All of the coldness disappeared. It remembered him of that Maori proverb… 'turn your face to the sun and the shadows will fall behind you'.

"Let's go inside." Kurt smiled, as he pulled away and opened the car door.

Blaine got out of the car, walked around it and slipped his hand into Kurt's.

"Hey guys!" Rachel piped, as she opened the door to let Kurt and Blaine in. "I'm happy you're here." She hugged them tightly.

"Hi Rach. You look great!" Kurt said, as he eyed her stomach. It was clearly protruding under her tight black blouse. "You already have quite a baby bump."

"I know!" Rachel huffed. "It ruined my special announcement I had planned! I was going to tell everybody through a song; but of course they all noticed as soon as they arrived." She pouted. "I don't get it , it's like my belly popped out over night."

Blaine grinned. "That's not uncommon during your first pregnancy. Your abdominal muscles try to keep it together till they just can't anymore. If it's any comfort, you won't have that problem the second time around. You'll actually start showing earlier on because your muscles won't be so taut anymore." He went on, oblivious to the horrified look on Rachel's face.

Kurt elbowed him in the side. "That's quite enough, Dr. Anderson… you're freaking her out."

"Oh, I'm sorry…" He smiled sheepishly.

"Um… no; it's okay, really…" Rachel said wide-eyed. "Just… let's get downstairs, right? Finn and the rest of the gang are there."

Rachel's new music room turned out to be her old basement, where they had spent several 'Oscar' parties when in high school. It had been restyled though, and the whole room screamed Broadway, with musical posters covering the walls. The small stage had a red velvet curtain as a background, and there was a giant spot pointed at it. A black, grand piano stood next to the stage.

"Hey hey heeeey, it's uncle Kurtie!" Puck shouted as soon as Kurt descended the stairs. He jumped off the couch and moved to Kurt to pull him into a bear hug. "My man! It's so good to see you. It has been too long!"

Kurt returned the hug and grinned. "You're right, Puck, way too long." He pulled back and patted him on the shoulder. "Are the kids alright?"

Puck smirked. "Loud, obnoxious and irritating, but otherwise they're sweet little angels." Kurt snorted. Puck threw a glance at Blaine. "So… is this the new man in your life?"

Blaine smiled politely. Kurt nodded. "Yes, this is Blaine. Let me introduce you guys to each other, okay?" He grasped Blaine's hand and pulled him towards the large corner sofa where everybody was seated.

The rest of the group got up from the couch and greeted Kurt in the same enthusiastic manner, with heartfelt hugs and kisses.

Blaine stood by and waited for them to release their hold on Kurt.

Mike was the first to turn to Blaine. He reached out his hand. "You must be Blaine. It's so nice to meet you! I'm Mike Chang. And this is my wife Tina." Blaine smiled, shook hands and kissed Tina on the cheek. "Nice to meet you too."

Kurt spoke up. "So people, I'd like you all to meet my boyfriend Blaine Anderson"

He took Blaine's hand again and smiled at him. "He's a doctor at LCH; he's amazing and I love him more than words can say… That's all you need to know to start with." He grinned.

Blaine blushed at Kurt's blunt words.

Kurt then introduced his friends to Blaine. "This is Brittany, and this is her wife, Santana… You've already greeted Mike and Tina; this is Quinn, Puck's wife; and last but not least, here's my special little boo, Mercedes."

Everybody greeted Blaine cordially. Nobody displayed any awkwardness at all.

Mercedes drew him into a crushing hug. "Thank you so much for loving my Kurt.", she whispered into his ear. "It's so good to see him happy again. I'll love you forever just for doing that."

Blaine was taken aback, but replied with a smile. "No need to thank me. I'm the lucky one here."

They all settled down on the sofa, and Finn and Rachel started pouring champagne and bringing out plates with all kinds of snacks and finger food.

"Alright, fried drumsticks!" Puck exclaimed, high fiving Finn.

Finn finished filling the glasses and went to stand next to Rachel, who was holding a flute of alcohol-free cider. He laid his arm around her shoulder and smiled in pride.

"Guys, I'd like to toast to my wonderful, beautiful, lovely wife Rachel; and to the baby she is carrying inside. I feel like the luckiest man in the world, and I can't wait till this little one is born."

Rachel beamed up at him. Finn grinned happily.

"Also, I'd like to toast to my brother, Kurt."

Kurt frowned for a split second, then rose his eyebrows in question as everybody turned their gaze to him.

"Kurt… I just wanted to say it's good to see you again. I mean, you were always here of course, but now it's like… you're really here again. I'm not saying this right, am I? I'm just glad to see you happy and smiling; and hanging out with your friends. Blaine, welcome by the way, we are all very glad to have you here. Consider yourself part of the family." Finn waved his arm to indicate his friends.

Blaine smiled and nodded in thanks.

"So, in conclusion, a toast to love, friendship, and family." He raised his glass.

The others cheered and followed suit.

Kurt had to blink back tears. He felt someone squeezing his thigh.

Snapping his head to the side, he looked straight into Santana's dark eyes. "Way to go, Kurt Hummel…" she winked, "He's damn hot. Nice catch!" Kurt rolled his eyes, but smiled as she added "I hope you'll be very happy together. You deserve it." She grabbed his head and pressed a kiss against his temple.

"Thanks" Kurt murmured, and he turned his head towards his left, where Blaine was; only to find him already ensconced into a lively conversation with Puck and Quinn. Kurt scooted closer and linked his hand through Blaine's, sighing in contentment.

After some time, Quinn started talking about their kids. Kurt noticed the way her eyes sparkled, as she chattered happily about Beth's dance recital, and Bryan and Bobby's latest antics. Blaine nodded and talked about his daughter in turn.

Puck's reaction was priceless. "Dude! You've got a daughter? And an ex-wife? Exactly how long have you been in the closet?" Quinn slapped him against the back of his head. "Girl! What's that for?"

Quinn rolled her eyes and Blaine threw his head back and laughed. He took a sip from his champagne and grinned. "It's alright… I've never been in the closet Puck, I'm bisexual."

Puck's face lightened up. "Oh cool! You need to talk to Brit then, she's on your team! Well, no, not exactly… wait, I'm confused now…"

Kurt shook his head. "Never mind Puck. Don't strain your brain… But, now that we're on that subject, Blaine's daughter is coming over next month, and we were wondering if we could borrow some of your stuff?"

Quinn nodded. "Sure, no problem. We have everything you need. And by that, I mean EVERYTHING. You might want to bring a pickup truck."

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other for a second, and snorted.

After an hour, Santana had had enough. "Come on Hudson! Stop pouring champagne! We need something stronger."

Finn shrugged. "Sure. Margaritas anyone?" Everybody cheered, including Kurt.

Blaine leaned into his boyfriend. "We won't be able to drive home, you know?"

Kurt shrugged. "Meh, we'll call a cab. Or crash here. Whatever."

"Okay, everybody!" Rachel piped. "Before we, and by 'we' I mean everyone but me, get wasted, we should hold our little singing competition. Now you know the rules, I have the available songs here in this box, and everybody draws a title and gets on stage to perform. And then we cast our votes anonymously!"

"I'd prefer to do this after we get wasted…" Santana grumbled, while she grabbed a song title from the box. "HA! I've got this one!" She shouted as she saw the title.

"Don't tell!" Rachel shrieked. "It has to be a surprise till we start the music, it's more fun that way!"

"More fun than what?" Puck stage whispered, earning another smack from Quinn. "Just go along with it." Quinn muttered. "You know how bad those pregnancy hormones can get. If you make her cry I swear I'll kick you in the nuts."

Puck gulped and crossed his hands in front of his crotch. Better to be safe than sorry.

Rachel held out the box to Blaine. "Blaine, you'll join us in the competition, right? I'm looking forward to hear the former lead singer of the Warblers perform!"

"Sure Rachel" Blaine smiled and took a card out of the box. He looked at the song title… and stiffened.

Kurt frowned. "What? Is there something wrong Blaine?"

Blaine shrugged. He held out the card to Kurt.

Kurt took it and read the title. He did a quick mental scan of the lyrics and touched Blaine's arm. "You don't have to sing this one if you don't feel like it, honey. We can swap cards…" He whispered, returning the card to Blaine.

"It's fine…" Blaine whispered back. "It's just a song." He noticed the other card in Kurt's hands. "You've drawn one too? Are you going to sing?"

"No. They know I don't sing. Doesn't keep them from trying though." Kurt shrugged.

"Which song is it?" Blaine peered towards the small card, but Kurt folded it before he had a chance to see.

"Never mind. It doesn't matter." Kurt breathed.

"Okay! Everybody has picked a song." Rachel clapped her hands. "You'll be pleasantly surprised by my selection for this evening! So, who goes first?"

Nobody moved a muscle.

"Oh you guys, that's so sweet of you, letting me go first…" Rachel sniffed back a tear and climbed onto the stage.

She went to stand behind the mic.

"Now I think you all now this song, as it's from one of my favourite Disney movies; and let's not forget the wonderful rendition by Bette Midler, shall we… Finn? Hit it!"

Finn started the music.

Rachel took a deep breath; and with the first note she once again made the transition from being over the top and all over the place, to being the composed and captivating singer they all knew.

Baby mine, don't you cry.
Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart,
never to part, baby of mine.

Little one, when you play,
pay no heed what they say.
Let your eyes sparkle and shine,
never a tear, baby of mine.

If they knew all about you,
they'd end up loving you, too.
All those same people who scold you,
what they'd give just for the right to hold you.

From your hair down to your toes,
you're not much, goodness knows.
But, you're so precious to me,
sweet as can be, baby of mine

The song ended, and everyone clapped and cheered.

Blaine heard a sniffling noise next to him. He turned to see Kurt dabbing at his eyes with a paper napkin, and blowing his nose.

"Every time…" He croaked. "She does this every fucking time…"

Blaine let out a little laugh and rubbed Kurt's back in a comforting gesture. "Awww, baby..."

"Thank you! Thank you! Needless to say, that one was dedicated to the little Hudson I'm expecting." Rachel smiled. "Who's next?"

One by one, the others took their turn on the stage.

Finn rocked the house with 'Harder To Breathe' by Maroon 5.

Tina sang 'Skyscraper', Mike followed with 'How to Save a Life'.

Puck had drawn the short straw with Britney Spears' 'One More Time'. He still managed to put down a decent interpretation of the song, if you managed to look past his ridiculous choreography. The song had Kurt crying again, but this time it was of laughter.

Quinn sang 'Thank you' by Dido, a song that fitted her voice perfectly. And Mercedes put Beyonce to shame with her version of "D�j� Vu".

Brittany and Santana made the room temperature rise with 'Poker Face' and 'S&M'. They turned both songs into duets, after promising to Rachel that they would deduct a forfeit of 5 points of their total, as to not have an unfair advantage.

And then it was Blaine's turn.

Kurt squeezed his thigh and gave him an reassuring smile.

"I can't wait to hear if this warbler sings as good as the ones who beat us in high school." Santana said cheerfully, taking a sip from her drink.

"He sings better, actually." Kurt answered softly. "Just listen."

Blaine took his place behind the mic and nodded to Finn to start the music.

Kurt braced himself, but it was of little use. As soon as Blaine started singing, every word cut through his heart and every note chilled him to the bone.

Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same

Will it make it easier on you now
You got someone to blame

You say...
One love
One life

When it's one need In the night

One love

We get to share it
Leaves you baby if you
Don't care for it

Blaine sang the next verse with so much hurt in his voice; Kurt had to force himself not to step onto the stage and pull him in his arms.

Did I disappoint you
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without

Well it's...
Too late
Tonight
To drag the past out into the light

We're one, but we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other

One...

Blaine's eyes met Kurt's. He gazed at his boyfriend, trying to hold on to the love and kindness he saw in those blue orbs.

Have you come here for forgiveness
Have you come to raise the dead
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head

Did I ask too much
More than a lot
You gave me nothing
Now it's all I got

We're one
But we're not the same

Well we
Hurt each other
Then we do it again

Kurt smiled at his boyfriend. He needed Blaine to know how proud he was of him at that moment. How much he was loved. To hell with his moronic parents.

You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law

You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt

Their eyes were still locked. In that moment, Kurt was Blaine's anchor. They didn't realize tears were quietly rolling over both their cheeks.

One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should

One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers

Blaine's voice hitched, but he continued singing.

One life
But we're not the same
We get to

Carry each other
Carry each other

One...life

One

The music stopped. Nobody said a word. They just stared at Blaine with a sad and worried look.

Finn broke the silence. "Are you okay, man?"

Blaine wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and nodded. "I'm sorry… I… I need to go outside for a bit, I think."

He stalked off the stage towards the stairs. He was about to climb them as he heard Kurt call out his name.

"Blaine! Don't go! Please…"

Blaine froze, torn between turning back and walking out of there.

The decision was made for him as he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Please, don't run away." Kurt whispered.

Blaine twirled around and fell into Kurt's arms. They felt so strong and safe around him. He buried his face into Kurt's neck. "It hurts so fucking much…" He whispered with a sob.

Kurt stroked the back of Blaine's head. "I know honey… I know…"

When he felt Blaine slightly relax in his hold, Kurt pulled back and cupped his face with one hand, pressing his forehead against Blaine's.

"Just remember I'm always here, whether you're happy or you're hurting… I'm always here." He pressed a chaste kiss against Blaine's lips.

"Aw… they are so sweet together…" Brittany said.

Kurt smiled softly and stepped back, guiding Blaine back to where the others were sitting.

"I'm sorry for freaking out guys." Blaine said, as he lowered himself back on the couch.

"Oh please!" Puck waved his hand dismissively. "We're used to it. Every time we get together at least one of us ends up having some sort of breakdown."

"Yeah, that's right." Tina nodded. "Hey Puck, remember that time you started bawling like a baby because Kurt said those grey pants made your ass look big? And then we had to comfort you in turns, and then you even threatened never to wear pants again?"

Everybody burst out in laughter at the memory.

Puck threw his hands in the air. "I was DRUNK, okay "

"Whatever!" Mercedes laughed. "Don't worry, Blaine, consider yourself part of the club. You fit right in with the rest of us!"

Blaine couldn't help chuckling. "Thanks, you're all so nice."

Quinn, who was now sitting next to Blaine, squeezed his shoulder and gave him a dazzling smile.

"Okay! Enough depressing stories, let's have a drink. Margaritas?" Finn asked.

"No wait…" Kurt said "Um… I haven't sung my song yet." He held his folded card up.

Rachel frowned. "But… you never sing Kurt… I mean, we would love to hear you sing again, of course…" She smiled expectantly.

Kurt swallowed and nodded. "I think I'm ready to give it a try."

Brittany and Santana gasped and smiled at each other. Quinn shrieked. The others just grinned.

Blaine tilted his head towards Kurt. "You don't have to, baby."

Kurt bit his lip and nodded. "I know. But this one is for you." He said, and he got up on the stage, giving his card to Finn as he passed by him.

It felt strange to stand behind a mic again. He cleared his throat. "I haven't sung in four years." He laughed nervously. "Not even in the shower. I don't even know what my voice sounds like now. So, I'm sorry if it hurts your ears." He shrugged. "Finn?"

Finn started the music.

Kurt hummed along with the music, to loosen his voice as much as possible. He closed his eyes in concentration, and then he sang, just as clear and pure as ever.

I'll be your candle on the water
My love for you will always burn
I know you're lost and drifting
But the clouds are lifting
Don't give up you'll have somewhere to turn

He opened his eyes and chuckled breathlessly as he saw the shock on Blaine's face. He continued.

I'll be your candle on the water
'Till every wave is warm and bright
My soul is there beside you
Let this candle guide you
Soon you'll see a golden stream of light

Blaine's stunned expression turned into the warmest, most tender smile Kurt had ever seen.

A cold and friendless tide has found you
Don't let the stormy darkness pull you down
I'll paint a ray of hope around you
Circling in the air
Lighted by a prayer

Kurt's eyes travelled around. All his friends were either crying, or trying very hard not to. They no doubt remembered the last time Kurt had sung in their presence, for the other man he had loved. But this time he was singing to Blaine, and only Blaine.

I'll be your candle on the water
This flame inside of me will grow
Keep holding on you'll make it
Here's my hand so take it
Look for me reaching out to show

As sure as rivers flow

I'll never let you go
I'll never let you go
I'll never let you go...

As soon as the last note had ended, everyone started clapping.

Blaine moved to stand in front of the stage, holding out his hand to Kurt.

Kurt took his hand and stepped down. Blaine smiled at him with fresh tears in his eyes. "You sing like an angel. It's incredible... Thank you… I love you." He brought Kurt's hand up against his lips and kissed it.

"I love you too." Kurt breathed.

Blaine felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to see a crying Rachel standing behind him, with a bottle of champagne in her hands.

"Here…" She sniffed. "Take it. You've won. You've both won. No need to vote. That was… just take it." She pushed the bottle into Blaine's hands; heaved another sob and ran into Finn's arms.

"Okay, that's settled then!" Finn exclaimed. "Margaritas anyone?"

"YES! Oh my God YES please! Make a bucket of them, we NEED it!" Santana shouted.

"Dude, what's that on your face?" Finn hiccupped. "Oh it's the floor, never mind." He laughed at his own joke and pointed at Puck, who was lying face down on the floor.

They all were pretty much wasted. Well, except for Rachel, who was drinking water, and complaining to Quinn about all kinds of discomforts she was experiencing due to the pregnancy. Quinn just nodded to everything Rachel said, too drunk to even register what she was rattling on about.

Santana rolled off the couch and plopped herself down on the floor. "Alright honeys! Gather around! Let's play Never Have I Ever! Finn! Bring the tequila and the shot glasses!"

"Is she serious?" Blaine muttered against Kurt's ear.

"Totally." Kurt slurred. They were on the floor. Kurt was sitting between Blaine's legs, his back resting against Blaine's chest.

"There's only one rule remember… nothing PG!" Santana shouted.

"I'll go first!" Puck said, as Finn handed around the glasses and filled them. "Let's see… Oh okay… Never have I ever been approached by a hooker!"

Blaine shrugged and drained his glass.

"Dude!" Puck looked at him with admiration.

"I lived in New York for ten years… it would've been pretty hard to avoid them."

"Who's next? Mercedes, you go!" Puck pointed unsteadily at her.

Mercedes giggled. "Never… have I ever… kissed a girl!"

Everybody drank a shot, except for Rachel, Quinn and Mercedes.

"Tina?" Quinn raised one eyebrow.

Tina snorted. "It was a friend in college, at a party, no big deal."

Blaine almost choked on his drink as he saw Kurt take one too. "You kissed a GIRL? When did that happen? Who was it?"

Kurt chuckled giddily. "Brit. I'll tell you about it later. It was back when I was trying to act straight…"

"I liked making out with Kurt." Brittany said. "But I think I broke him, because he didn't want to do it again."

"Kurt, you wanna go next?" Mercedes asked.

"Yes! There's something I've been wondering about, actually!" Kurt scrambled from between Blaine's legs. After losing his balance twice, he managed to sit back on his heels, his hands on his hips. "Right! Okay!"

Glaring at Finn, he said "Never have I ever fooled around in a sibling's room."

Finn's eyes widened and his eyes flitted to Rachel and back to Kurt. "Um… yeah…" He quickly drained his glass.

Kurt grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and launched it at Finn's head.

"I KNEW IT! Fuck you Finn! Dad never believed me when I told him that condom in my trash bin wasn't from me! And I'll never forgive you for that embarrassing sex talk he gave Sam and me afterwards! He even handed us PAMPHLETS!"

Blaine was howling in laughter. "Oh God, Kurt… please stop it…"

"It's not funny." Kurt huffed, crossing his arms.

Mike spoke up. "I'm next! Never have I ever… swallowed." He wiggled his eyebrows.

All the girls except for Quinn gulped down their shot, and Kurt, Blaine and Finn did as well.

"FINN? What the hell? Explain!" Santana shouted.

"Well it has happened a few times… I mean, it was by accident of course, and I tried to spit it out but… Wait… we're talking about gum, right?" Finn frowned, and then he sputtered "OH! Oh no no, that's not what I meant-"

"Too late, Finn… all the brain bleach in the world won't wash that image away." Kurt groaned.

They continued playing the game for a little while longer.

The answers were particularly enlightening to Kurt and Blaine, who hadn't talked much about their sexual history to each other.

Kurt learned that Blaine had had blindfolded sex; phone sex; sex in a public place (a dressing room); and had once been caught by a roommate while having sex with Liz.

Blaine's eyes grew large as Kurt confessed to having used whipped cream in the bedroom; having been tied up during sex; having done it in the backseat of his car; and last but not least having had sex at school. He and Sam had apparently stayed behind after glee club one night, and they'd done it right there in the choir room.

"You are a kinky bastard." Blaine breathed into Kurt's ear after that last confession.

Kurt smirked at him. "Look who's talking…"

"I like it though. It's hot." Blaine latched his mouth onto Kurt's neck and started sucking the skin. Kurt moaned.

"Okay! Last one!" Mercedes shouted. "We're all about to pass out so it's the last one! Who wants to?"

Quinn shrugged. "I'll go. Never have I ever… had a threesome!"

Everybody laughed. Santana and Brittany took their shot. No surprises there.

Kurt and Blaine stared in shock at the empty shot glasses in the other's hand.

"You?" Blaine gasped.

"You too?" Kurt asked incredulously.

Blaine nodded "Yeah, once... Liz thought it'd be fun. You?"

"Um… me and Sam and one of my fellow students at the academy… I- um.." He fell silent as he noticed the hungry gleam in his boyfriends eyes.

"Kurt… shut up." Blaine fisted his hands in Kurt's hair and crashed their mouths together.

"Oh wow, that's so hot…" Santana groaned.

Kurt broke the heated kiss; got on his feet and dragged Blaine up by his hands. "Let's go." He growled, as he steered Blaine towards the stairs.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Finn called after them.

Kurt stopped and turned around. "Remember that time when you had sex in my room, Finn? Well guess what! It's payback time!" And with that, he ran upstairs, pulling Blaine with him.