Six months later...

Blaine had just given the pot of homemade turkey chili a final stir when he heard the door to Kurts apartment open.  They had been dating for a while now.  They had spent every remaining minute they could together on Nantucket.  Then, when they both returned to New York, they squeezed in as much time as possible between classes and rehearsals, meeting in coffee shops or restaurants, but more often spending time in Kurts closet-sized apartment, because, unlike Blaine, Kurt didnt have a roommate.  

The last two weeks had been particularly crazy.  They had both been studying intently for finals, then Burt and Carole had come to New York to see Kurts graduation.  After they left, Kurt had thrown himself into rehearsing for his final call back for a small part in a Broadway show.  As a consequence, they had hardly seen each other, and when they were together, they werent alone.  Blaine had been looking forward to this night for a long time.  

As Kurt opened the door, cheeks flushed pink from the cold and eyes bright, Blaine moved around the kitchen table to greet him.  

"How did it go?"

Kurt gave Blaine a chaste kiss with winter chilled lips and began unwinding his scarf.  Blaine helped him out of his coat and hung it on the coat tree.  

"It was fine," Kurt said vaguely.  "Something smells good."

"It was fine?  Did you get the part?"  

Kurt moved around the kitchen table and lifted the lid on the soup pot.  "This looks yummy," he said.  

"Ku-urt."

"Ooh, did I get more flowers?" Kurt indicated a large bouquet setting on the kitchen table.  

"Every Friday, like clockwork.  Youd think a guy could take a hint."

The flowers were from Adam.  Ever since Kurt had returned from Nantucket, Adam had waged an all-out effort to win Kurt back.  There had been phone calls, letters, and texts.  No amount of "Im seeing someone, and youre a cheating bastard" seemed to get through to him.  There were also the flowers, which arrived every Friday and were becoming increasingly elaborate with time.  At first Kurt had thrown them away, but then Blaine explained to him that the flowers were truly beautiful, and Kurt might as well enjoy them, since they didnt bother Blaine, and it wasnt the flowers fault that Adam was a cheating bastard.  So Kurt agreed to keep the flowers.  Still, all the attention from Adam was deeply grating to Kurt, and he wished he could make it stop.  

"So, are you going to tell me what happened, or do I have to take my chili and leave?"

"You wouldnt!"

"I would."

"Well, okay then...." Kurt pressed his hands together and bent a little at the knees, then he sprang up, "I got the part!"

"You got the part?! Oh, Kurt, thats wonderful," Blaine clasped Kurt to him in an enthusiastic hug and swung him around the room.  "Drop dead gorgeous, Broadway star, NYADA graduate, worshipped by men near and far..." Blaine swung his hand to indicate the flowers on his last point, "I cant believe that I get to be the lucky man who loves you."

Kurt went shock still, "You love me?"

Blaine smiled brightly at Kurt and nodded, "I do.  I love you so much, Kurt." 

Kurt gave Blaine one of his rare, toothy grins, "I love you, too."

"You do?"

"I really, really do."

Blaine pulled Kurt back to him and captured Kurts warm, wide mouth in his own, kissing him sweetly, over and over.  When Kurt opened his mouth and began caressing Blaines lips with his velvety tongue, Blaine responded more hungrily, until he was brutalizing Kurts mouth with his own, and they were both moaning and panting.  

Reaching down with both hands, Blaine pulled at Kurts thighs until Kurt had his legs wrapped around Blaines waist.  Kurt was taller than Blaine, but Blaine was surprisingly strong, and Kurt loved that Blaine could pick him up like he was weightless.  It made him feel vulnerable and also safe.  

Never losing contact with Kurts mouth, Blaine started for the bedroom, pausing once against a wall in order to push against Kurt more forcefully.  Their lips broke apart long enough for Blaine to growl, "Ive wanted to do this for two weeks.  I dont think Im going to last very long."

"Me, neither," Kurt panted back, "Please, Blaine."

Blaine stepped back from against the wall, arms still tight around Kurt, and made it to the bedroom.  There, he laid Kurt down, his back sideways across the bed, legs still wrapped around Blaines waist.  Not even touching Kurts shirt, he went straight for the pants, unbuckling Kurts belt, thumbing open the button, and drawing down the zipper.  He yanked down the pants hard, stopping only when he hit Kurts shoes, which he ripped off with less care than Kurt would ordinarily like, but he was too turned on to care.  

Letting Kurts feet fall to the floor for just a moment, Blaine undid his own pants, letting them and his underwear fall to the floor, but not bothering to step out of them.  He reached to the bedside table and grabbed the lube and a condom.  Kurt took the foil packet out of his hand and ripped it open with his teeth as Blaine snapped open the lube bottle, pouring a generous amount on his fingers. 

"Can you take two?" he asked through teeth gritted with the need to maintain control.  

"God, yes, just do it.  Hurry." 

Blaine pushed in two fingers, all the way, all at once, and Kurt gasped, "Blaine."

"Too much?"

"Not enough."

Blaine worked Kurt open as quickly as he dared.  Kurt didnt always bottom.  In fact, he probably topped more, but after more than three years of only bottoming for Adam, Kurt found that he liked being versatile.  Most of the time, like now, they didnt even have to discuss it; they just knew who was doing what. 

When Kurt was tugging on Blaines hair and begging, "Please, Blaine, I need you," Blaine took the unwrapped condom from Kurts other hand, unrolled it quickly along his length, pushed Kurts thighs back further, and found Kurts puckering hole with his head.  He sunk all the way into the heat and tightness of Kurt, and both men let out loud groans.  Putting his hands on Kurts shoulders so he could drive in hard from where he was standing on the floor with Kurts legs now wrapped around his waist once more, Blaine began a relentless pounding into Kurt while Kurt dug his nails into Blaines triceps, whipping his head from side to side and chanting, "Blaine, God, Blaine."  

"Im so close," Kurt panted as he snaked one hand down to stroke himself quickly, his fist a blur.  

"Do it, Kurt," Blaine groaned through gritted teeth, his body glistening with sweat and his breath coming fast.  

Then Kurt was shooting all over them and spasming, and the pulsing tightness of his sphincter around Blaines dick pushed Blaine right over the edge so that he was coming too, shouting, "God, yes!"

After the room stopped spinning, Blaine pulled out with a grimace saying, "Sorry, honey.  I think you might be a little bit sore tomorrow."

Kurt let himself go completely boneless for a moment, "It was so worth it," he murmured.  Blaine collapsed on top of him, and Kurt reveled in the feel of his weight.  It was one of his favorite things.  

A few minutes later, as Kurt started to itch, he gave Blaine a double pat on the back with one hand and said, "Stay here" as he slipped out from under the man he loved.  Unbuttoning his now hideously wrinkled shirt--which had not fared well and might be irretrievably stained--he stripped naked and padded to the bathroom.  Putting the plug in the sink and running hot water into the basin, he added a couple of pumps of grapefruit-scented hand soap.  Then he soaked a washcloth in the soapy water, and used the cloth to clean himself up.  Putting the cloth back into the water, he rinsed it out and wrung it to damp, then he returned to the bedroom where he proceeded to undress and clean Blaine, who was practically comatose at this point.  

Kurt was about to suggest dinner in bed when the doorbell rang.  

"Ill get it; you nap," he whispered to Blaine, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.  Kurt grabbed a plush, terrycloth robe from the end of the bed, wrapped it around himself and belted it.  Then he donned some slippers.  

He looked through the peephole and then threw back the deadbolt.

"Elliott!"

"How was the call back?"

"I got the part!"

"Congratulations!" Elliott launched himself at Kurt, wrapping him in a tremenous hug, bending him backward and rocking him back and forth.  He pulled them both upright, and, beaming, he said, "Im so proud of you, honey," and he kissed Kurt full on the mouth.  

A throat clearing noise came from the landing behind Elliott, and both men turned to see Adam standing in the foyer, looking decidedly uncomfortable.  

Elliott was Kurts best friend--well, not counting Blaine--so he knew Adam, but he had never liked him.  

"You said you had a boyfriend, I didnt realize it was..." Adam gestured to Elliott.  His feelings for Elliott were similar to Elliotts feelings for Adam.  

Kurt stood there, open-mouthed, but Elliott was right on top of things.  He wrapped his arms around Kurt from behind and nuzzled into Kurts neck.  "Thats right.  Kurt and I realized that what we had was deeper than friendship.  Isnt that right, my darling?"

Kurt let a dreamy expression wash over his face--he was an actor, and, also, this was Elliott who was pretty hot--and he tilted his head back so that Elliott could have greater access to his neck, "Thats right, honey."

A low voice from behind them said, "Baby, are you coming back to bed?"

They all turned to see Blaine as he entered the tiny room that served as entry way, kitchen, and living room.  He was stark naked, and his prize-winning penis was semi-erect through some miracle that Kurt could only attribute to reincarnation.  The jaws of all three men dropped somewhat at the sight.  

Blaine ran his hands over his chest, "Kurt, Elliott, are you coming back to bed?  Whos your friend?  Is he coming, too?"  Blaine let one hand trail down and begin to idly stroke his dick.  

Adam took a step backward.  "I...I...I cant believe youre into this, Kurt.  Its disgusting!"  With that, Adam spun on his heels and ran out of the building.  

All three men were frozen until they heard the main door to the building close, then they burst into laughter.  

"Oh my God, Blaine.  What possessed you?" Elliott asked between fits of giggling.

"Kurt said Adam was an uptight Englishman, so I thought maybe I could use that to get rid of him once and for all."

"Well, it definitely worked," Kurt snorted.  "I cant believe you did that."

Blaine ran a hand through his hair, "I cant believe I did it, either.  Now, if youll excuse me, it occurs to me that Im horribly, horribly embarrassed."  With that, Blaine fled to the bedroom and didnt return until he was dressed in thick sweatpants, a hoody, and wooly socks.  

He opened a bottle of wine, poured glasses for everyone, and handed them all around.  

"Were going to have chili, Elliott, do you want to stay?"

"What happens after the chili?" Elliott asked, raising and lowering one eyebrow in a suggestive manner.  

"After chili," Blaine replied, "youre going home, and Im going to make slow, beautiful love to my boyfriend, who is going to be a big Broadway star."  

"Ill drink to that," Elliott said, raising his glass.  

All three men clinked them together.