As he entered the living room, he noticed there was no flurry of movement, no blaring TV, no laughter or giddy cries… only dimmed lights, soft music in the background, and a delicious smell floating through the air.

"Blaine?" Kurt called, as he dropped his keys on the dresser and turned around to see the dining table set for two. "Oh my…" A breathless chuckle escaped him as he spotted the candles and the ice bucket, holding a bottle of champagne. His heart skipped a beat as Blaine came up behind him, snaking his hands around his waist and resting his head on his shoulder.

"Good evening, my love." He purred into Kurt's ear, before pressing an affectionate kiss in the crook of his neck.

Reaching up to cradle the back of Blaine's head, Kurt turned his head to meet his eyes. "Hi…" He breathed against his lips, and closed the gap for a proper kiss hello. Soon enough Kurt felt as if he was melting and drowning at the same time, completely surrounded by love. They ended the kiss with a little moan and a sigh.

"So… what's all this about?" Kurt nodded towards the table and gazed at Blaine with an adoring smile.

"This is our play date." Blaine answered, nuzzling Kurt's cheek. "We have the place all to ourselves tonight."

"But where's Lily?" Kurt tilted his head, gladly offering up his neck for more of Blaine's attention.

"At your parents' house." Blaine murmured against Kurt's warm skin. "Carole came over this afternoon to 'kidnap' her for a sleepover. She said we needed some time to ourselves. Remind me to buy her something really nice for Christmas, okay?" He grinned, as his tongue darted out to lick a hot wet strip along Kurt's jaw.

"Mmmm yeah…" Kurt's eyes fluttered close. "How about diamonds... she deserves all the freaking diamonds in the world."

"True. Now good sir, may I invite you to take a seat at the dinner table? Dinner will be served shortly." Blaine released Kurt and swept past him to pull back his chair in invitation.

"You can go from dirty to dapper in 0.2 seconds, can't you?" Kurt raised his eyebrows in a playful manner, as he took the offered seat.

"Yep, and it works both ways!" Blaine smirked, proving his point by planting another open mouthed, fiery kiss on his boyfriend's pliant, waiting lips. Kurt gave in without hesitation.

"Can't we just skip the food and have each other for dinner?" He mewled, pressing his forehead against Blaine's.

"Patience, my dear." Blaine stepped back. "We have all night for that."

Then something dawned on Kurt. "Wait… did you cook?" He asked in a slightly panicked voice.

Blaine snorted. "Um… no? I picked up your favorite at that Italian place you love. It's reheating in the oven. Hey! No need to look so relieved!"

Biting back a grin, Kurt shrugged. "You could feed me anything right now, honey… I don't care, as long as I'm with you."

"Feed you anything, huh? Maybe I will…" Blaine waggled his eyebrows.

"Aaaaaand we're back to dirty!"

"God Blaine… this is delicious." Kurt moaned, as he took another bite of his shrimp fettucine alfredo, chewing it with his eyes closed.

"Glad you like it." Blaine smiled, as he took a sip of champagne.

Kurt hummed appreciatively.

They continued eating in silence, while enjoying the calm atmosphere and each other's company.

After finishing his plate, Blaine was the first to break the silence. "I'm sorry about this morning." He said ruefully. "You were right, I was jealous." Dropping his gaze, he stared at the table cloth.

Kurt shook his head hesitantly and swallowed his bite of food. "No need to apologize. Don't you remember how freaked out I was about Stephanie hitting on you that time? I get it, okay?" He took a deep breath as he dropped his fork into his plate, and wiped his mouth with his napkin. There was a question he'd been dreading to ask since that morning. "Blaine, do you… do you think that your father had something to do with this?"

"What?" Blaine's eyes snapped up. "With Smythe?"

Kurt nodded tentatively.

"Oh… no. No, absolutely not. I trust Jonathan, he's a good friend and he's loyal to us. He would never side with my dad." The vehemence in Blaine's voice more or less managed to appease Kurt's worries.

"Good. 'Cause I don't want a repeat performance of that farce." Kurt muttered with a dark scowl.

"Me neither." Blaine said with a sober expression. "I mean it, Kurt, I won't allow anyone to hurt you. If my father ever tries to pull another stunt like that again… well, he'll be sorry. Very sorry."

Before Kurt could even ask what Blaine meant by that last statement, his boyfriend spoke again. "Listen, I really don't want to talk about him anymore. This is our night; it's about us..." He reached across the table with an outstretched arm, his palm turned upward in invitation.

Kurt took Blaine's hand and held it tightly, while resting his head in his other hand, gazing lovingly at his boyfriend. Blaine seemed to copy his movements instinctively, a gesture that just as inadvertently caused Kurt's heartbeat to quicken.

The way they were sitting, exchanging loving glances and warm smiles, without even uttering a word... some people would have considered it silly and boring, but to them it was nothing short of perfection.

"I love this." Kurt sighed happily after a while.

Blaine tilted his head slightly. "What do you mean by 'this'?"

"This." Kurt gestured between them. "You and me. Together."

"Hmmmm." Blaine mused with a hint of apprehension in his eyes. "Tell me, what else do you love?"

Kurt frowned.

Blaine sure was in a strange mood tonight.

"Humour me." Blaine whispered. "What else do you love, Kurt Hummel?" He repeated in a gentle voice, while raising Kurt's hand and brushing his lips against his knuckles.

"I… I love you, of course…" Kurt stammered, not understanding exactly what Blaine wanted him to say.

"Yes. Of course." Blaine smirked.

"And I love Lily… very much. I love my family, my friends…" Kurt continued. "I love being with you. I love you. Do I need to go on?" He shrugged, grinning nervously.

Blaine shook his head, his eyes shining with tears.

"What's wrong, Blaine? Why are you upset?" Kurt breathed. This wasn't still about Smythe, was it?

Blaine shook his head more vehemently, as the corners of his mouth quirked up into a bright smile. "Nothing is wrong… I'm not upset. I'm happy, Kurt." He said hoarsely.

"Oh… okay."

Grabbing Kurt's hands with both his own, he cleared his throat and took a deep breath. "Do you really mean it? Are you happy with Lily and me?" The uncertain quiver in Blaine's voice gave him away, and suddenly, as if struck by lightning, it all became crystal clear to Kurt.

This was not about Sebastian Smythe.

This was about them.

The three of them.

"Yes." Kurt insisted.

How the hell could he make Blaine understand?

Untangling his hands, he rose from his seat, and before Blaine realized what was happening, he found himself with his lap and arms full of Kurt.

"Hi…" Blaine grinned.

"Hey you." Kurt peered up at him from beneath hooded eyes, tracing Blaine's exposed collar bone with his index finger. "Blaine… I mean it. I'm happy with the three of us. You know, even though it's so damn nice to have the evening to ourselves; when I entered the apartment tonight, it felt empty, like something was missing. Because our Lily wasn't home."

Blaine's warm breath tickled Kurt's cheek. "Our Lily… I like it when you say it like that."

Kurt swallowed deeply, fully aware of the importance and impact of his words.

Here he was, opening his heart like never before. Giving himself completely to the man he loved, and his daughter. It was a turning point, and he knew it. The stakes were now higher than they had ever been with Sam, and if the worst were to happen, the fall would be so much deeper. A crash he probably would not survive.

It was overwhelming, frightening... and inevitable.

Because how could he not surrender? Saying no to love meant saying no to life.

Kurt wanted to live.

He needed Blaine and Lily. He had no choice but to take that final leap and soar. And pray that he would never fall.

Please catch me when I fall.

Kurt blinked rapidly, forcing a few waiting tears to drop down from his eye lashes onto his lap.

Don't let me fall. Please.

"I won't…" Blaine whispered, as Kurt realized he had spoken those last words out loud. "I won't let you fall, baby. Never. You're safe with me. You're safe here with us."

Us.

Kurt buried his face into the crook of Blaine's neck, in search of the comfort and safety he craved so much.

How was it even possible that they fitted together so perfectly? If neither of them believed in 'the one', then why in the world did it feel like Blaine was his missing puzzle piece? Blaine, who had filled the Sam-shaped hole in Kurt's existence, who had mended his heart and soul, and who had ultimately brought him back to life.

"I love you, Kurt." Blaine murmured, cheek pressed against Kurt's temple. "It's just that sometimes I get scared, you know?"

"Scared?" Kurt pulled back and met Blaine's eyes.

"Kurt... I know this isn't what you signed up for when we got together. I know you love me, and I see how you adore Lily, but the truth is that I'm terrified that one day you'll realize that this is not what you wanted, that you want a more carefree relationship instead of being tied to something that you never chose." Blaine sounded so miserable that all Kurt wanted to do was to kiss his worries away, but he also knew they needed to talk this through. "You already missed out on living your own dreams with Sam, and now it's sort of happening again, you know?"

Pursing his lips, Kurt took a moment to let the words sink in. Then he nodded. "So that's why you were worried about Smythe. You think he's going to swipe me off my feet and ride off with me to the land of fairytales... right?"

A small snort escaped Blaine as he scrunched up his nose. "It sounds silly, huh?"

"Yes, and no." Kurt smiled tentatively. "Ever since Lily has been added to the equation, I've been asking myself the same question. Not about me but about you." He added, seeing the flicker of fear in Blaine's eyes. "I guess I have this... irrational fear that, maybe sooner or later you'll want to have a normal family again, with you, and Lily and..." Kurt's sighed deeply. He couldn't even bear saying it out loud.

"And a woman." Blaine said quietly.

"And a new mother figure for Lily, yes." Kurt whispered, linking his hands around Blaine's neck. "I know you love me, and you must think I'm crazy for even considering it, but I know what it's like to grow up without a mom, Blaine. Every child needs a mother..."

"Lily has a mother, Kurt, and she's dead. No one can replace her. What Lily needs is love, support and a good home, and those are the things we can offer her. She needs us, Kurt. You and me."

"I want that." Kurt breathed happily. "That's... you're right, it's not what I dreamed of, Blaine... because it's so much more."

"You mean it." Blaine said, and this time, it wasn't a question.

"I do." Kurt beamed, as Blaine clenched and unclenched his jaws, swallowed deeply and took a shuddering breath before saying the words that almost made Kurt's heart explode.

"I want to marry you."

Kurt froze.

Huh?

Did Blaine just tell him he wanted to marry him? Or had he misunderstood?

"Did you... are you proposing to me?" Kurt was doing his very best not to tremble in Blaine's arms.

"No." Blaine smiled.

Oh.

Wait- what?

"Oh God, I'm sorry!" Kurt squeaked. "I misheard! I thought you were saying-"

Blaine placed his finger against his boyfriend's lips to hush him. "Shhhh... you didn't mishear. I said I want to marry you. No no, hear me out, okay?" Blaine tutted, as Kurt opened his mouth to speak, before nodding slowly in acquiescence. "Good... Yes, Kurt... I love you, and I want to marry you. I know it may seem crazy, and I realize we've only been together for 6 months now, but to me... it doesn't matter. I know what I feel, and I know that I belong to you." He took Kurt's hand and rested it against his chest. "In my heart, I'm already married to you. A wedding would only be a way to make things official. But it's not a proposal, Kurt. It's just me telling you what I want. What I don't want, is to ask you a question, and press you towards an answer you're not ready for."

"But I..." Kurt began.

But you what, Hummel? What? What do you want?

"Don't say anything, honey. Even if it's a 'yes', you shouldn't say it right now." Blaine smiled. "Tell me what you want, whenever you're ready, or maybe never... But think about it first. Remember that by marrying me, you would also be making a commitment to Lily, and to our family. Promise me you'll consider that before giving me your answer, okay?"

Kurt nodded as the tension flew out of his body. "You know what my answer would've been, don't you?" He wondered.

Blaine smirked. "I have a pretty good idea, yes."

Kurt exhaled slowly. "Wow... This was... an unexpected conversation. Or maybe not." He added under his breath.

"Yeah. What do you say we change the subject?" Blaine winked saucily.

"To...?"

"Ooooh, I don't know... maybe to that giant bowl of delicious chocolate mousse in the fridge? The one Carole brought us for dessert?"

"CAROLE BROUGHT HER CHOCOLATE MOUSSE? Oh my GOD!" Kurt squealed as he jumped from Blaine's lap, dashing towards the kitchen. "FYI, the answer is NO, Anderson, I'm marrying Carole!" He yelled, causing Blaine to burst out in laughter.

By the time Blaine entered the kitchen, Kurt had already taken the bowl out of the fridge, and was now carrying it towards the kitchen table. From the spoon sticking out of his mouth and the pornographic moans he was producing, Blaine could tell that his boyfriend had wasted no time and had gone in for the kill.

"Gluttony is a mortal sin, you know..." He smirked at Kurt, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

Dropping the bowl to the table, Kurt yanked the spoon out of his mouth and dug it into the mousse. "So what! I already have VIP-tickets to hell for being gay, might as well make the most of it!" He sneered, shuffling another bite into his mouth.

"Nonsense." Blaine shook his head. "You're not going to hell, honey. God will want his favourite angel back by his side."

Kurt rolled his eyes affectionately. "Whatever... grab another spoon, baby, this stuff is delicious!"

Blaine moved towards Kurt. "Hey, hey... you're not eating this the right way."

Licking his lips, Kurt frowned. "I wasn't aware there was a wrong way of eating chocolate mousse?"

"Well, there is." Blaine smirked as he took the spoon from Kurt's hands and placed it back in the bowl. Quick and unexpected like a predator, he grabbed Kurt's waist, lifted him off the ground and sat him down onto the table.

"Oh wow." Kurt gasped, staring at Blaine with wide, expectant eyes.

Smiling wickedly, Blaine took the spoon once more and brought it to Kurt's mouth. "Open up wide, baby."

Kurt parted his lips and allowed Blaine to push the spoon inside, while their eyes stayed locked together. As he pulled back he made sure to suck on it extra hard, his eyebrows raised in challenge, before finally letting it go with a loud 'pop'. "Mmmmmmm..." He hummed sexily. "It's soooo good, Blaine... You should have a taste..." He darted his tongue out to lick the corner of his mouth, which was the final straw for Blaine.

"That's an offer I can't refuse." He grunted and crashed his lips against Kurt's. Working past them without mercy, Blaine swirled his tongue around and tasted the sugary chocolate flavour, mixed with the delicate sweetness that was purely Kurt.

It was a heavenly cocktail.

Kurt reacted by throwing his arms around Blaine's neck and locking his legs around Blaine's thighs, while opening his mouth even further in complete surrender.

"Mmmm..." Blaine moaned into the kiss, before breaking it. "You're right, it tastes absolutely... fucking... delicious." He whispered thickly. Pulling back slightly, he eyed Kurt's sweater and ran his finger down his chest slowly. "I'd better get you out of this, honey. I'd hate for us to ruin it." He hooked his fingers under the hem to pull the garment quickly off of Kurt and threw it carelessly aside. Kurt whimpered softly as Blaine reached out and did the same to his undershirt, leaving him bare-chested.

"There, much better." Blaine smirked.

Dipping his finger into the bowl, he took another scoop of mousse and painted a long, brown streak along Kurt's collar bone.

Kurt's surprised gasp turned into a low moan, falling back on his arms as Blaine pressed his mouth against Kurt's clavicle and slowly but deliberately licked and sucked, till every trace of the mousse was gone.

"Oh God, Blaine..." Kurt bit his lip and dug his nails into the wooden table top as Blaine's finger started to draw more lines across his stomach, followed by the feeling of those moist, luscious, sinfully sexy lips sliding across his sensitive skin... and oh, that wet little flick to his nipples... it was almost too much for Kurt.

Fuck.

Too much. Or not.

No. Not too much.

Exactly right.

Yeah... This was exactly what he needed, after the heavy, heartfelt conversation they'd just had. He didn't want to mull on it right now. All he wanted was to focus on the physical pleasure that Blaine was giving him in such a teasing, erotic way.

"I can't get enough of you." Blaine muttered, before dipping his tongue once more into Kurt's mouth, offering him a taste. Kurt grinned and greedily sucked the tip inside, while he blindly grabbed for Blaine's shirt buttons and started to undo them.

Moments later, they were both shirtless, their chests pressed together, revelling in the exquisite sensation of skin against skin.

Kurt tugged at Blaine's curls and lowered his face to nip at his boyfriend's jaw and neck. With a deep, surprised groan, Blaine threw his head back and arched into Kurt, smashing their hips together. The tiny jolt of satisfaction caught them by surprise, and they repeated the thrusting motion again and again, until finally Kurt growled against Blaine's throat and broke free.

"Bedroom?" He gasped. His erection was almost painful in his tight, black jeans. He needed relief.

Now.

Blaine shook his head. "No... I want to take you right here, on the kitchen table."

The words travelled straight to Kurt's groin and it took him every ounce of willpower not to come right there and then. Instead, he emitted a low groan, hoping Blaine would take it as a sign of approval. Because he was approving. He was approving very much.

Holy fuck this was hot.

The sound of his zipper being opened snapped him out of his haze, and by the time he glanced down, Blaine was already removing the last layer of Kurt's clothing, leaving him naked on the table.

"Gorgeous." Blaine eyed him hungrily, sending a shiver down Kurt's spine, and moved towards the kitchen cabinet behind him to retrieve what turned out to be a bottle of lube.

"Wait... you planned this?" Kurt tried to sound scandalized, but couldn't help the corners of his mouth quirking.

"Um... maybe?" Blaine chuckled as he planted the bottle next to Kurt and hovered over him to breathe against his ear. "I knew you'd part your thighs for me as soon as I got out the chocolate mousse."

Kurt pulled back and frowned mockingly. "Are you implying that I'm a slut?"

"Only for dessert." Blaine muttered slyly, while his eager eyes settled on Kurt's lips. He tried closing the distance and capture them, but Kurt would have none of it.

"Oh no you don't." Kurt shook his head, while his palm pushed against Blaine's chest. "We've just established that I'm a slut only for dessert, not for you." Overcome with a sudden wickedness, he reached over to the bowl and dipped his finger into the mousse, before leaning back and slowly but teasingly spreading it over his erection. He couldn't help but smirk at the sight of his lover. Blaine's mouth had dropped open and his eyes were blown with lust.

"Speaking of which... want some more?" Kurt asked, feigning innocence.

Blaine groaned as he gripped Kurt's naked thighs. "Fuck yeah." He breathed, and without further hesitation, he bent down and poked out his tongue, running it very slowly along Kurt's length, trying to catch every drop of the chocolate.

He continued licking, nibbling, sliding his lips up and down, again and again, driving Kurt crazy.

It felt good. So good.

"Please." Kurt whimpered, wanting nothing more than to bury himself into the incredibly soft, hot wetness of Blaine's mouth.

Blaine answered his plea by taking pity on Kurt and finally, finally wrapping his lips around him.

"Yes..." Kurt hissed in pleasure. "God, I've missed this so much." He whispered. His instinct was ordering him to just fist his hands into Blaine's curls and fuck his talented mouth... but then it would be over in a heartbeat.

And he didn't want it to be over. Hell, he wanted this to go on forever.

Gazing down, he let his eyes roam over Blaine's naked back, mesmerized by the tensing of his shoulder muscles as he kept bobbing his head, down to his tapered waist and let's not forget that gorgeous, stunning, succulent ass... still covered by those stupid jeans he was wearing.

No fair.

As if he'd been reading his mind, Blaine gave one last, long, almost painful suck before letting go and rising up to meet Kurt in a hungry kiss, plundering his mouth as if he'd been starving for it.

Moaning at the mixture of flavours – Blaine, chocolate, and himself – Kurt lowered his hands to undo Blaine's belt buckle and zipper, silently cursing his trembling fingers when it took him three tries to get it right, and then smirking against Blaine lips as he finally pushed those damn pants and briefs down in one go.

"Lie back, baby..." Blaine said hoarsely, pushing Kurt back until he was lying flat against the table, with his legs locked around Blaine's hips.

Blaine grabbed the lube and started spreading some on his fingers, while keeping his eyes fixed on Kurt's.

"You're doing that thing again." Kurt said softly.

"What thing?" Blaine smiled and leaned forward till their chests were touching.

Kurt smiled back and lifted his hands to cradle the back of Blaine's head. "That thing where you look at me and make me feel like I'm the most beautiful person in the world."

Blaine's breathy laugh tickled Kurt's nose. "Oh Kurt... you are the most beautiful person in this world, inside and out. I still can't believe how lucky I am to have you here, in my arms." He whispered, while his finger was tracing slow, teasing circles around Kurt's entrance.

"And now you're doing that thing again where you reduce me to tears, when instead you should be fucking my brains out." Kurt tried to frown but failed miserably and soon enough they were both shaking in quiet laughter.

"What can I say?" Blaine shrugged, after the laughter had died down. "Guess I'm just a fool in love."

"As am I." Kurt said, threading his fingers through Blaine's silky curls.

I love you so much, Blaine.

I wish you would have asked me.

I would have said yes.

"So how about we make love like the fools we are?" Kurt smiled.

Blaine nodded slowly, as the giddiness on his face turned into a dark hunger. Carefully, he pressed his finger inside and lowered his parted lips against Kurt's, just in time to catch his boyfriend's breathless gasp.

They were both very much done talking.

It was now time to let their bodies speak.

With ragged breaths, Kurt tried to resist his natural impulse to fight the intrusion, and instead forced himself to relax around the fingers that were now moving in and out of him... stretching him, opening him up for Blaine.

It was the thought of Blaine that chased the last flicker of tension away, allowing Kurt to completely surrender to the pleasure. His breathing eased down as his mouth went slack against Blaine's unrelenting kisses.

Kurt wanted to tell him that he needed more, but all that came out was a soft, sharp cry, because Blaine was touching him right there. Squinting his eyes shut, he all but sobbed as Blaine kept rubbing the same heavenly spot, over and over again. He was very much torn between asking him to stop and begging him to please go on forever.

A few moments later, Blaine made the decision for him, as his fingers slowed down and slid out, leaving Kurt to whimper in disappointment. He lifted himself off of Kurt, and carefully pulled him towards the edge of the table while hooking his elbows under Kurt's knees.

"Okay?" He muttered under his breath, his eyes locked with Kurt's.

Kurt answered with a sharp nod, dropping his head back as Blaine pressed forward and slowly, steadily entered him. The moment Blaine was buried inside of him, Kurt let out a shuddering sigh, the exquisite fullness making him realize exactly how empty he'd been feeling those past few weeks.

Now he was finally whole again.

"So tight... so wonderful." Blaine spoke softly, as he started moving back and forth in an easy, sensual rhythm, tracing his fingers along Kurt's legs and thighs. "I wish I could stay inside you forever." He murmured, his voice thick with desire.

The teasingly slow pace was delightful, but it was also driving Kurt insane. Soon enough he was writhing in a fruitless effort to get more friction, and blindly grasping at Blaine's shoulders to find some kind of leverage.

Once again Blaine took the hint. He grabbed Kurt's hands and lifted them above Kurt's head, pinning them against the table. "Hold on tight baby..." he clarified.

Kurt obediently turned his hands around, hooking his fingers around the edge of the table. His eyes darkened at the expectation of what was about to happen.

Blaine straightened his stance and spread his feet slightly to get a stable footing. He continued his slow thrusts for a few more seconds, and then without any warning gave a single, sharp snap upwards.

Kurt's startled, low-pitched cry told him his aim had been flawless.

Another few shallow thrusts later, he tried it again, and gave another harsh shove against Kurt's prostate.

Again, Kurt's reaction was one of pleasure, but this time he only let out a stifled groan. He was biting his lip, and his eyes were scrunched shut.

"Oh no you don't..." Blaine huffed. "Don't you dare hold back, Kurt... don't you dare. I want to hear you scream." He speeded up his movements, adding more strength to them. Before long he was violently slamming into his boyfriend.

Kurt gave in and began to howl and shriek in abandon every time Blaine pounded into him. It felt like he was being impaled and it was brutal, dirty and exhilarating all at once.

It was fan-fucking-tastic.

"So beautiful..." Blaine said, struggling for breath as he continued his frenzied onslaught. "My perfect... gorgeous angel..." He smiled and choked back a sob, while a drop of sweat fell from his damp curls and splashed onto Kurt's stomach.

"Please don't stop... Please don't stop..." Kurt rambled, caught up in the ecstasy and still holding on for dear life, as the table shook dangerously. A loud crash sounded through the kitchen as the bowl of chocolate mousse danced off the table and hit the floor; but neither of them was aware of anything else than each other, and the way they were rapidly nearing their breaking point.

"Oh fuck!" Kurt wailed. "I'm gonna come... please make me come, baby..." He begged in a broken voice.

Blaine wrapped his hand around Kurt's erection and started stroking him in time with his forceful thrusts. "Come for me, my love..."

Kurt arched his back as the sweet, excruciating pulse of his orgasm took over his body. "Oh GOD!" He screamed, while gulping for air like a drowning man.

With a final, desperate lunge, Blaine buried himself into Kurt as deep as possible and froze. "Kurt..." he whimpered as his hips twitched, and he came inside his lover, throbbing, filling him up, marking him as his.

Only his.

Forever and ever.

Exhausted, Blaine collapsed on top of Kurt, who immediately wrapped his arms around him.

After a couple of minutes, both had regained their breath. Kurt was softly stroking his fingers along Blaine's sweaty backside, as Blaine pressed tiny kisses against Kurt's shoulder.

"I love you..." Kurt whispered. "And I'll never get enough of you."

"Me neither. I love you too." Blaine breathed against his skin.

"I promise you I will think about it... and I'll give you my answer soon." Kurt said.

Lifting his head, Blaine peered into Kurt's eyes and nodded. "Okay... thank you." He smiled, before his eyes drifted to where the bowl of mousse had been. "I'm sorry about the chocolate mousse..."

Kurt raised his eyebrows and smirked. "Don't worry about it... you have all night to make it up to me." He winked. "Make me moan some more and I'll forgive you."

"Challenge accepted!" Blaine grinned.