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Given Blaines scary, brooding, dark disposition, Kurt fully expected Blaine to barge into the hotel room, push him up against a wall, and have his way with him until Kurt begged for mercy.  Kurt was kind of okay with that.  However, when Kurt opened the door, the Blaine he saw standing there clutching a rumpled paper bag looked...uncertain...and maybe a little nervous.  Kurt looked a little closer and realized that Blaine was more than nervous; he was scared nearly to death. 

Seeing Blaine like this melted Kurts heart to a giant puddle of ooze.  This was no longer a one night stand; this was something else altogether.  This was Kurt given the opportunity to give Blaine a gift, something he must long for in his constant loneliness.  Reaching out, Kurt gently took Blaines hand and pulled him into the room--Blaine meekly allowed himself to be led--until they were standing at the foot of the bed.  Kurt reached out and removed the bag from Blaines hand and placed it on the coverlet, then he removed Blaines hat and set it on a nearby nightstand. He worked his fingers into Blaines hair, freeing the curls from where they had flattened under the hat and massaging the scalp with his fingertips.  Blaine rolled his neck and pushed his head against Kurts fingers.   

Then Kurt slowly--and maybe it was being in the West, but the analogy to a spooked colt came to mind--put a hand up and cupped Blaines neck, letting a thumb graze softly over Blaines cheekbone.  Blaine closed his eyes and a small shudder shook him. 

This Blaine was going to break Kurts heart, he just knew it. 

Kurt leaned forward, keeping eye contact and moving slowly to give Blaine an out, and he pressed his lips chastely to Blaines lips.  A small whimper escaped from Blaine.  At that sound, Kurt began pressing Blaines lips with soft kisses, one after the other, keeping one hand cupped around Blaines neck and placing another on Blaines waist until he felt Blaines knees give out, and he sank to a sitting position on the bed, Kurt following him with his lips.  Gently, Kurt lowered Blaine onto the bed until he was lying supine, Kurt hovering over him, still kissing him again and again with feather-light touches. 

When Blaine finally, finally reached for Kurt and began pulling him toward him, only then did Kurt deepen the kiss, pressing more firmly and exploring the seam of Blaines lips with his tongue.  Blaines mouth yielded to the pressure, and he parted his lips, meeting Kurts tongue with his own.  Both men let out a moan, and it mingled in their mouths as Kurt felt a warmth spread through his body. 

Afraid to move too quickly--and, God, Kurt was loving this slow, careful pace--he lowered himself, not onto Blaine, but beside him, turning so that his chest was pressed against Blaines side, and one arm was under Blaines neck while the other was moving over Blaines chest.  Achingly slowly, he began to undo the buttons on Blaines shirt, pressing his lips to the heated skin that he exposed.   When the last button was undone, Blaine raised up a little to let Kurt ease the shirt off his shoulders, which deepened the furrows of his abs, and Kurts breath caught because this was a mans body, one that had been hardened from real work, and if that wasnt the sexiest thing ever, Kurt didnt know what was.  Kurt smoothed his palm over the planes of Blaines chest, fingertips tracing an occasional scar, continuing to cradle Blaine with his other arm.  Blaines liquid eyes kept Kurts in their tractor beam as if glancing away, even for a second, would break the fragility of the moment. 

Blaine reached up a shaky hand to Kurts own buttons, and his eyes grew wide as he exposed Kurts chest.  Men had appreciated Kurts body before, had told him he was beautiful, but Blaines eyes were wide as if he couldnt believe what he was seeing.  He pulled his body up and placed a tentative kiss to Kurts nipple, then licked it experimentally, and Kurt let out a moaning sigh.  The sound spurred Blaine to the other nipple, and Kurt held Blaines head to his chest with one hand while the other stroked down Blaines side, smoothing the skin that was hot and pale in contrast to Blaines darkly tanned forearms. 

It seemed like ages before they were both nude and entwined around each other like seaweed, moving together and apart and together again in different configurations, trying to touch as much of each others skin as possible. The pace was agonizingly, blissfully slow, and finally Kurt whispered, "Anything you want, Blaine, just tell me." 

Blaine reached a groping hand out and landed on the bag that had been tossed on the bed seemingly an eon ago.  He pushed it into Kurts hand and said, "Please," in a broken voice as if he thought Kurt might refuse.  Kurt opened the bag to find an unopened tube of lube and a packet of condoms.  Kurt thought his heart had already been cracked open by Blaines fragility, but now it split wide.  The paper bag was old, well worn, soft from crumpling; the contents were shiny new.  How long had Blaine kept these items, unused, unable to find anyone with whom he could trust his secret?  How had he found the courage to approach Kurt, and why had Kurt been the one fortunate enough to see this side of Blaine? 

Kurt uncapped the lube and spread some on his palm to warm slightly.  Then he slowly stroked Blaines straining cock with the slick palm, reveling in the gasps emitting from Blaines kiss-swollen lips.  Kurt nearly swooned from the hot-satin feel under his hands, knowing that no other place on Blaine would feel this eyelid delicate.  Continuing to take his time, Kurt moved his hand down from Blaines swollen penis to work him open with his fingers, still holding Blaine with one arm under him, still keeping him grounded.  When at last Kurt was satisfied that he wouldnt hurt Blaine, and Blaine was urging Kurt closer to him with his hands, Kurt moved over him and pushed in.  Blaines eyes finally closed, and Kurt saw tears leaking from underneath the dark smudges of his lashes where they rested on his cheeks.  Kurt kissed them away with his lips.  Kurt could feel the depth of emotion pouring from Blaine, and he wrapped both arms around him and pulled him as tightly as he could to his chest, nearly sitting up, with Blaines strong legs wrapped around him.  Kurt was content to simply rock into Blaine, the barest of movement, until they were both gasping.  

Then Blaine was coming, and he cried out, "God.  Kurt," in a broken voice that sent Kurt right over the edge, as he whispered, "My darling, my darling, my darling," over and over into Blaines hair as he erupted and shuddered, Blaine clutching him with fierce strength.  Kurt had never used those words before, never called anyone that, and yet, at that moment, Blaine was the most precious being, and Kurt was too overcome to say anything differently.