Chapter 9:

 Blaine strained his eyes against the harsh morning light as it burned through the open curtains, attacking his retinas and dragging him out of sleep with a groan. For a brief moment he struggled to remember where he was before something shifted against him and the reality of the previous night forced his eyes to blink wide open.

 Kurt was curled against his side, soft and pliant. His head rested against Blaine and he could feel the soft warmth of each shallow breath as it ghosted over the smattering of dark hair on his chest. Air hummed around him, as a gentle breeze drifted in through the open curtains and Blaine allowed himself the time to study the beautiful, naked man lying beside him. 

 Kurt's eyelids were fluttering slightly, the thin almost translucent skin moving to the beat of whatever sleep induced thoughts were floating in his sub-conscious. Blaine watched his thick eyelashes flicker gently, observing quietly the stark contrast between the skin of Kurt's cheeks, startlingly pale, and Blaine's own tanned chest. He noticed, with a small glimmer of hope, that his face contained none of the tight fear that had consumed the delicate features from the night before.

 He was real. Kurt was irrefutably living. A breathing mass of flesh and bone. Blaine shifted slightly at the stirring he felt between his legs as he allowed himself to remember just how real the young man truly was; an image of Kurt, splayed out beneath him, wrecked and shaking, while Blaine thrust tightly into his hot, wet core, slammed into his brain from the night before.

 As if aware of the silent scrutiny, Kurt squirmed slightly in his sleep, moving to lay his full length against Blaine's side and emitting a tiny, contented sigh. Blaine's breath hitched as he felt Kurt pressing hard into his clenched muscles and rutting a little against the warm flesh there, unaware of what his unconscious actions were doing to the body raging beneath him.

Despite Kurt's initiation of the previous evening's activities and his desperate pleading for Blaine to make him "feel", the other man felt consumed by guilt at having taken advantage of his open vulnerability. Shifting gently, Blaine turned his body so he was facing Kurt and slowly withdrew his hips, relieving the pressure.

 A small whine slid from Kurt's mouth and he opened his eyes, blinking the world into focus. Blaine's lips were inches from the other man's and he wanted so much to close the gap and just taste him but he knew Kurt needed time; space to make sense of what they'd discovered, what they'd done, in the harsh light of day.

 "Morning" he smiled, hesitant and hopeful. His expression changed to fear as he saw panic flick across Kurt's eyes as the man started to pull away, withdrawing in on himself and not meeting Blaine's searching gaze. Desperate for this not to be over, Blaine's hand reached for Kurt's, slotting their fingers together and forcing the other man to meet his eyes. Kurt remained stiff for the tiniest of seconds before he relaxed his muscles, wound his own fingers tightly around Blaine's and settled himself back against him.

 "Hi" he breathed out, the warm air softly dancing on Blaine's sensitive skin.

"How you feeling?" Blaine asked. He didn't know what answer he'd been expecting but the giggled, almost shameless "Sore!" he got in response accompanied by Kurt's flirty wiggle, made him break into a broad grin.

 "Sorry" he said, slight concern flitting across his face.

 "Don't be" Kurt said firmly. "I'm not. It makes me feel alive. The pain. It makes me remember I'm here."

 His voice was deeper than it had been last night; more horse and rasping and it sent jolts of electricity surging through Blaine. He reached his arm around the back of Kurt, sliding his fingers along the indentations of his spine and pulled the other man close. Kurt moved the rest of the way, sealing Blaine's lips in a gentle, feather light kiss that belied all of the fire of the previous night. The other man sank into it, moaning slightly against the parted lips and pushing his tongue tentatively inside.

Pulling the other man deeper in to the kiss, Blaine rolled them, positioning himself flush against Kurt's hard body, slotting their hips together and grinding their erections against each other. A guttural moan eased out into Blaine's mouth as Kurt rutted sinfully into him and he allowed one final kiss against his lips before he wrenched himself away, separating from the friction.

 "Kurt. No. We shouldn't. We have to get things done today. We need to concentrate on you" Blaine said, his breath coming out shakily as he stared down at Kurt, splayed underneath him, eyebrow quirked suggestively at the double meaning of Blaine's words. He moaned as Kurt bucked up into him again.

"How am I supposed to play any sort of honourable saviour role in all of this if you insist on moving your hips like that?" He groaned. Kurt made to grab at his waist, his hands seizing Blaine's hips and tugging him down again.

 "How is it in any way honourable to leave a man like this first thing in the morning Blaine?" he growled, low and needy in Blaine's ear.

 The sound of Kurt's voice alone would have been enough, but at the same time, Kurt strained upwards and licked a path along his earlobe. Looking up at him with lust blown eyes; Blaine made a guttural keening sound, crushing his lips against the other man's once more and succumbed to the pleasure.

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The pancakes were already piled high on the table when Blaine came in from his shower, rubbing his damp curls with the towel slung around his shoulders. Kurt was dancing with his back to Blaine, spatula in hand and singing along quietly to the radio, unaware that his impromptu performance was being watched by a very appreciative admirer. Blaine cleared his throat and grinned as Kurt spun round, face flushed with embarrassment.

 "I didn't hear you come in" he squeaked and then relaxed, smiling at his own goofiness as he gestured towards the pancakes, "help yourself. I'm afraid I got a bit carried away." Blaine's stomach rumbled appreciatively and perched on the kitchen stool, already drowning his plate in maple syrup and eagerly attacking the pile with his fork. Kurt watched him, a half disgusted, half amused expression on his face.

 "You eat like a teenager Blaine." He jokingly admonished, smiling again when Blaine grinned at him through a mouthful of pancake.

 "You shouldn't make such good pancakes then."

 The jovial morning atmosphere continued with light touches of fingers as they reached across the kitchen counter and relaxed smiles until both men's plates were clean, the coffee inhaled and the dishes left soaking in the sink. It was when Kurt danced over to the mirror, bemoaning his inevitable bed hair and playfully swatting away Blaine's grabby hands that the air suddenly changed.

  The still soapy coffee cup clattered to the floor, ricocheting off the tiles and shattering into a thousand tiny shards. Kurt stood, staring into the mirror, his hand raised to his mouth in a silent gasp that was swallowed up by the walls around him.

Blaine leapt to stand behind him, hands holding him steady as he rocked back on his heels, tears pooling in his eyes once again. Blaine rested his chin on the other man's shoulder and stared into the reflection. Only his own hazel eyes stared back at him.

He wrenched Kurt aside, away from the glass, forcing him to look at him, hopefully seeing himself in Blaine's eyes instead; seeing himself as Blaine saw him. The eyes were spilling with tears again and Blaine wondered how much more the man before him was going to be able to take before he broke completely. Kurt's breath hitched and he breathed a deep sigh, dragging air into his constricted lungs and attempted to settle his racing heart in order to speak.

 "I want to see my father." Was all he said.