Patience of an Artist

 "Kurt? Are you alright in there?" An undesirable pause lingered on the other side of the French doors. With or without the necessity do to so, Blaine Anderson gentle tapped his fist against the black panel surrounding the white and green stained glass windows. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Its only me out here."

If it was not for the tall willowy shadow shuffling back and forth through the colored glass design, the shorter of the boys would have believed he was talking to himself. "Dont you trust me?"

"It is not a matter of trust." The shadow stopped moving and Kurt Hummels sweet voice echoed from within the private washroom. "I dont think I can do this. Y-y-youre a very talented artist, but I have nothing to offer you...at least not for this assignment."

Blaines fist against the door relaxed to an open palm. Without displaying his true degree of impatience or innermost desire, the university junior lowered his voice to a tone best described as soothing. "Can I at least see and be the judge?"

A panicked squeal immediately answered the request. "That defies the purpose!"   

"Kurt," the same open palm slowly caressed up and down the black wood. Fantasies, both dark and light, quivered at the tips of Blaines clean finger nails, and rich brooding passion silently screamed from his loin. "Kurt please. What made you change your mind? Is it something I did?"

If Kurt could see the sensual spark in Blaines eyes or the sinful way he kept licking his lips, then maybe the younger man would have phased his next few words differently. "Of course you did nothing wrong. Im...not comfortable with the idea anymore. I thought I was, but now that Im here...its embarrassing."

Hazel eyes narrowed once the lean shadow resumed its pace - better Kurt fret versus covering his beautiful naked body. In order to keep control of his tiring role of a sympathetic friend, Blaine pressed his spare hand against the cream painted wall surrounding the luxurious bathroom entrance.  From his position and the turn of the handle, Blaine could tell that the door was unlocked. This tiny bit of knowledge, plus the fact that his ultimate prize rested at his own free will, allowed lust, power and control to blossom within Blaines core.

"Its too late for me to ask anyone else. If I dont turn this assignment in, then Ill get an incomplete." Lust, power and control visually and audibly masked themselves under the effective disguise of concern, humility and distress. Such ingredients always cooked strong emotional turmoil within his dear childhood friend. "I dont want to make you uncomfortable...." Blaine intentionally left his unfinished sentence up in the air.  "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Im an artist and were both adults. Please Kurt, do this for me." The final blow of manipulations ceremoniously waited through an impregnated pause. "I love studying law. I do, but these extra evening art classes Im taking, they help me feel calm and free... Do you remember when your mother bought me my first sketchbook for my seventh birthday?" The shadow stopped walking and an arrogant smirk formed. "Ever since then art has made me feel special."

"It was a coloring book and I got one too."

The arrogant smirk weaved into a genuine smile. "Call it want you want, but I mastered my coloring skills in that book. You however, lets just say the act of coloring between the lines proved to be a great challenge."

In synchrony, Kurt continued the quip. "You are mistaken kind sir. My creative mind and hand didnt see reason to keep within the lines."

"Creativity is just a polite excuse for kids who dont know order." Ordered, organized and precise were accurate words to describe the future lawyer. "Is creativity also to blame for your wild bath time days? You Kurt Hummel, were a difficult boy to share a bath with - always jumping and splashing water all over the place." 

White and green stained glass blocked Blaines view of Kurts pink cheeks. Yes, the boys were six when their mothers bathed them simultaneously during their weekly sleepovers, but the fact does not make the situation any less embarrassing.

"If I remember correctly, you always thought it was funny."

Kurt tried to smile, but his eyes inadvertently glanced at the bathtub in the washroom he was currently inhabiting. The light weight of his thin robe and cold tiles under his feet reminded him of Blaines favor. It did not matter how beautiful the bathroom was, he could not hide in here forever. Firstly Blaine was waiting for him. Secondly he highly doubted Blaines great aunt would want a stranger living in her Victorian lavished guest bathroom. It was nice enough that the ninety year old woman granted her nephew access to her Connecticut home while she spent her winter in Southern California.  

"Kurt," Blaine took a deep breath once the previous whimsy expired. The special itch between his legs continued to burn despite his watery whisper. "Does this have something to do about high school? I know it wasnt all that long ago, but Ive changed. Y-y-you seen how I changed since then. I-I-I had a bad year, but that isnt who I am."

"Blaine dont say it." Kurt quickly interjected before his friend could recreate unpleasant memories of their shared past. "We promised never to talk about that again." Kurts shadow reduced in size as he approached the door. With nothing, but glass between them, Kurt whispered in return. "The doctor prescribed you medicine and youre seeing a therapist. Thats all that matters. Youre still my best friend. I know you didnt mean what you did." 

More so in Blaines imagination than in all actuality, the dark haired man with black eyes deeply inhaled Kurts creamy vanilla scent. The proximity of Kurts voice in combination with faltering expectation, left Blaine in a dizzy state of want and the desperate wish that he continued with his drug therapy. He would have continued his regimen if it was not for the side effects of insomnia and decreased libido. While his parents and doctors secretly favored the latter, the first adverse event left Blaine with too much time to think. Given the choice between thinking and doing, Blaine was a man of action. However, such details were of no concern to his dear friend who will forever see the best of him. If only Kurt did not keep testing his willpower. He is only one man for goodness sake.

"Kurt," the aura of imaginary vanilla calmed Blaines presentation. "My therapist told me that art is more effective than drugs for my...issues." Lies, and more lies. For the truth to be told, Blaine stopped seeing his therapist ten months ago. "As long as I have art, then I can be the best version of myself. Do you trust me enough to do this? Please, I need your trust more than anything."

Familiar heavy weights of guilt pressed against Kurts heart and lungs. It was less than three years ago when other forms of weight pressed into him - no, Blaine had changed. "I do trust you...what happened in high school is a thing of the past. You are not that man. I know there is good in you. Whats happening right now, has nothing to do with you." Kurt hesitantly paused and started down at his robe and bare feet. "I dont like swimming in public pools or changing clothes in locker rooms...Im embarrassed for you to see me naked."

"Kurt, I already told you. Im an artist and were both adults. Everything about tonight will be professional and respectable. As for my former affections during high school..." Kurt opened his mouth to begin a protest, but words fell short to Blaines continuation. "I was confused and misguided back then. You are safe with me. I will never take advantage of you again. Youve seen the best and worst side of me. What side of me do you see now?"

Either afraid or doubtful of his friend or the complex history that they shared, Kurt slowly breathed in the lavender scented air, before turning the door handle open. Blaine was a great person. Yes, he has his faults, but so does everyone; and if given the choice between preserving his modesty or refuting his best friends doubts with sweet words and actions, then the latter choice would always win. How can Blaine stay on his righteous and positive development, if the one person he so desperately seeks for forgiveness wont prove that forgiveness with multiple second chances?

"Ive forgiven you a long time ago. When will you forgive yourself?"  

Blaine cast his lustful and dilated eyes to the floor. Willing them, and the tightness in his jeans, to relax to something more wholesome and believable. He was so close, he could not lose it now.

Thankfully the act of submission lead to a different interpretation.  "Blaine, I made a promise to you in high school. I promised that I would do whatever it took to help you become a better person. If art helps you achieve this goal, then I will be your art." Kurt gently smiled and relaxed one hand on Blaines tense shoulders. "I would prefer if I could wear my clothes for this particular assignment....So... w-w-where do you want me?"

The hand on Blaines shoulder lifted and Kurt walked towards the middle of the bedroom. Similar to the washroom, the room was designed and costumed to match a classical Victorian element. The only piece of furniture out of place, was the three legged art stand in front of a black velvet chaise with cherry oak legs and framing.

So this is it..."B-B-Blaine...?" Former doubts clouded Kurts mind and a cool unwelcomed chills tickled his legs and up his robe.

"Its okay Kurt." Blaine broke his concentration and advanced towards his friend. All his efforts to will away his stiff member proved in vain. Kurt had ruffled hair and a worried expression for his upcoming nudity - it was too sexy to ignore. It was almost like high school all over again. The only differences being both boys maturity and the situation of the layout. It wasnt like Blaine intended to relive the high school experience that he is not allowed to speak of, but if it happens, then it happens. If Kurt didnt trust him and wasnt secretly open to the idea, then surely the younger man would not be fiddling with the waist of his robe. Or so Blaine thought to himself.  "Its just me. You have nothing to be embarrassed about." Not to mention the fact weve already seen each other naked - tsk, tsk. Blaine playfully shooed away his inner dialog. Im not allowed to talk about that.  "Is there anything you would like me to get you? I have some wine, if that would help you relax."

"Wine sounds good." Kurt did not question the drinks preconceived readiness and accepted the crystal glass from Blaine. The recently turned twenty-one year old rarely drank wine or other alcoholic beverages unless there was a nervous tickle in the back of his throat. "W-where do you want me?"

Blaine licked his lips and watched Kurt take three long gulps. The contraction and relaxation of the muscles in Kurts neck, forced an erratic twitch in the artists sex. "Would you like some more wine?" Without verbally answering the question, Kurt handed the empty wine glass back to his friend. "If you could disrobe and wait for me by the chaise."    

Kurt did so with ease. Thanks to the quick relaxant effect of the rich wine, his nudity under Blaines artistic eyes no longer felt intimidating. If anything, the combined mixture of art and nudity in a Victorian estate sounded like the content of a cheap romance novel Kurt would deny ever reading. However, if Kurt were to be truly honest, then he would have to confess that he favored wild tales of forbidden passion that exceeded all thoughts of sensible reason. Of course, such idealization and daydreaming were make believe. In real life he was less adventurous and less likely to make the first move or acknowledge when someone was flirting with him. 

With his back against Blaine, Kurt opened the front of the robe and stared once more at himself. Per the artists request, he waxed himself in order to satisfy the sense of purity Blaine hoped to capture in his creation. Besides that, and the lean muscles in his legs and abdomen, there was nothing remarkable to see.

A sharp nerve weakened his knees inward and in vertigo dizzied his senses. "Oh," Kurt regained his balance by grabbing the top of the chaise. The sudden onset of confusion seized the younger mans concentration and balance unexpectedly.  

"Are you okay?" Blaine topped the glass with wine and gently swirled the contents - keeping the glass in his hands until last traces of white powder completely dissolved in the red liquid. The special ingredient he add to his dear childhood friends former drink appeared to be working faster than expected. It is better the drug work faster than to repeat past errors. Tsk-tsk, we mustnt talk about that. 

"Im fine....starting to fill a little dizzy." Forgetful that his robe was opened, Kurt turned round and cautiously sat down on the velvet sofa. A deep relaxing sigh proved that Kurt was unaware of the hungry set of eyes staring, studying and appreciating his exposed physique. "Will you get me a glass of water? I dont know what got over me. It couldnt have been the wine..." 

"Sure." Instead of water, Blaine gave his friend the laced wine. Kurt, in his great confusion, did not notice the difference. "Hold on." Blaine reclaimed the glass and set it to the side - afraid Kurt would spill the contents. "Im glad to see youre finally relaxing." Kurt barely hummed or acknowledged the way Blaine was removing his arms from the robe. "You really are beautiful Kurt - so beautiful. Beautiful man like you - its you responsibility, nay, your obligation to show the world your wonderful gifted body. Every time I see it...every time I see you..."

"Blaine youre silly." Kurt giggled from his sudden state of intoxication while Blaine lifted his legs and motivated his back to rest against the cushioning. The robe laid crumbled on the floor with disinterest. "Youve never seen me like this - no one has...Unless you count that one time, but I dont."

The wonderful display of untarnished nudity wrapped up and coated with delicious sin deafened Blaine from the drunken rambles. How could he listen when all of his other senses were heightened to the maximum? "Are you comfortable?" A single warm hand delicately caressed Kurts sensitive abdomen. With this innocent touch, tiny goose-bumps trembled across the porcelain skin in unison. Aware that Kurt was still awake; Blaine resisted his natural urge to travel his fingers and eyes southwards. "Is there anything you need?" The artist comfortably sat down next to Kurts stretched body.    

"Blaine...I dont like it when you tickle me. It reminds me of bad times in high school."

Blaine temporary stilled his fingers, then resumed his former movements. "Kurt, you have nothing to be afraid of. You trust me, right? Im a good person, remember."

Clear blue eyes deepened beneath a ring of forming tears. If Blaine did not know any better, then he would say Kurt looked scared and doubtful.  "If I told you to stop, would you?"

"Of course I would." Blaine verified his lie with firm rubs to Kurts skin, and his second hand reached for Kurts laced wine. "Youre still thirsty. Drink."

Kurt lifted his head and neck while Blaine raised the glass to his lips. Even as children, it was never difficult for Blaine to demonstrate his alpha status over his weaker friend. When it came to games or movies, he always made the decision and Kurt never complained with the arrangements. Lucky for Blaine, Kurt was only happy to have a friend. With age and the company of new friends, the older boy strengthen his control in subtle ways.  Sing with me. Dance with me. Stay with me. No one else understands people like us.

"Drink a little more." Blaine sweetly sang when he sensed Kurt was about to pull away. "The more you drink, then the better you will feel afterwards." A drop of wasted wine slipped from the corner of Kurts lips and down his chin. "Almost there..."

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on swallowing. The ability to concentrate and avoid chocking was troublesome and scary. Fear and the hand of that fear escaped his memory once Blaine pulled the glass away and smiled down at him. "There you go. Do you feel better?"

Red strained slips and sedative blue eyes closed with utter exhaustion. Without anything else to say or protest, Kurt slipped into a peaceful black abyss while his beautiful body stayed behind in another mans game.

"Kurt?" Blaine tested his friends level of conscience by slipping his hand further downward. No additional goose bumps formed nor did the waxed body tremble with virgin hesitation - not that Kurt was a virgin in the physical sense. "Kurt?"

Apart from steady breath, the younger man did not stir or flinch as the artist trailed his fingers between his thighs. Yes, Kurt was asleep.

"Kurt, why you make things so difficult?" Blaine transitioned into a more natural character. "Drugs are expensive and Id much rather take you out on fancy dates." Blaine leaned down to better admire Kurts fine cheek bones and pink lips. "Wouldnt you enjoy seeing different Broadway shows or sharing weekend getaways at Niagara Falls? I know I would." The distance between Kurts innocent lips and Blaines wet mouth shortened and hot breath glazed over Kurts smooth chin. "Im the person youre looking for. You want courtly love in the light day, and raw passion at night. I see the way you blush when I compliment your clothes, and I also know about your dirty romance novels. I already do both of these things for you. If only you were awake for our late hour games, then you would know."    

The sleeping boy evenly breathed in and out.

"Im the one youre looking for. All your former dates...they werent good enough and they never called you back. Damn cowards they are. I would never stand up someone like you." Even with Kurts mind lost in the deep worlds of sleep, Blaine continued to tell a lie he know believed to be the truth.  Kurt never dated much, but the few times he tried Blaine always ensured something strayed a possible follow up date.  Whether it was through physical, emotional and financial intimidates, Blaine was an expert as keeping boys away from ‘his boy. 

The short final distance between the two set of lips disappeared as Blaine cupped the submissive face and dominated his ownership in Kurts mouth. Whether it was due to reflex or an unknown side effect of the drug, but Kurts mouth opened with easy accesses. Tongue on tongue, teeth against teeth, Blaine was not satisfied with the kiss until he sucked Kurts lower lip swollen.

"Oh, Kurt...if only you didnt make me do this. I dont want to be a bad person, but if I dont feel, taste and savor you, then I resort to my old ways." Not thinking or paying attention to his own body, Blaine sat up and removed his tie and shirt. His toned abs sinfully relished under the golden sunset light. "You were so scared that day I pinned you to your bed and dry humped the hell out of you." Blaine stood up and removed his belt. "We werent fully naked and I kissed the bruises on your wrists. Im not sure what the big deal was." The black belt fell onto the crumpled white robe. "Ever since then Ive learned how to better control myself. Sure art helps, but its not as helpful as swimming with you in my parents pool after you drank some of my special lemonade, or during the nights when you fall asleep on bed after a cup of homemade tea. I wish you knew how great our bodies felt whenever they connect into one hot unit of rolling passion."

Keeping his pants on, Blaine returned to his art stand to better admire his sleeping model under the majestic sunlight. The thought of capturing such beauty sounded like an impossible feat boarding on blasphemy. Kurt was sinfully spread out across the long chaise with his arms carelessly stretched above his head and one leg hanging over the edge. The separation of his lean legs better angled his limp cock for Blaines admiration and drooling mouth.   

"If you were awake and honest with yourself, then you would be begging me to fuck you now and draw you later. But I cant do that." The artist collected his pencil and chose his starting point on the paper. "I really do have a nude piece due. However, as it so happens I finished that assignment last week. Deep down I knew you would be jealous if I didnt include you in the fun. Plus once were married, youre going to look took back at this drawing and be thankful that I did it."

Silence stilled the artists lips when his pencil first touched the paper and the shape of Kurts face formed. Companied by the calm and fluid nature of his pencil, came the development of Kurt sleeping eyes and closed mouth. The length and thickness of his eyelashes and his swollen lips did not go unnoticed. Appreciation in the curves in Kurts ears and nose were carefully matched onto the drawing.

"Do you know Bas?" Blaine paused and smiled as if his model was listening to him. "Hes a friend of mine and he is also taking art classes. I told him my plans tonight and he offered his assistance." Blaine, in the goodness of his heart, spared Kurts unconscious ears from the fact that he and Sebastian were each others nude model for this assignment. "He offered to draw us together - with me, on you and in you. I have to admit I was tempted by the offer. But knowing Bas - having been with him, I knew he wouldnt be able to keep his hands to himself and I couldnt allow someone to take advantage of you."

Silence settled again and Blaine returned his focus to his models slender neck and thin shoulders. Surprising heat generated in the artists groin as he drew in a tiny belly button. Inch-by-inch the artist approached his favorite part of Kurts anatomy.

"Youre so beautiful." Keeping his eyes on his models cock, Blaine unbuttoned and removed his jeans and boxers. It only seemed fair to settle the score and offer Kurt something in return.

Free from the weight of his own clothes, Blaine licked his dry lips and moved his pencil downward - drawing the delicate curves between Kurts legs and sex. Hazel eyes darted back and forth as a small drop of sweat rolled down his forehead. The lust burning in his cock and the deepening tension in his stomach matched that as if he was caressing and rolling his weight into Kurt directly.  

No detail went unnoticed; not the veins of Kurts sex, the shadows of his parted legs or his evenly cut toe nails. Kurt was effortlessly beautiful and even the smallest detail deserved the artists upmost love and care.

Blaine stepped away from his drawing. The sun had settled and the full moon was the only source of light. "Im all done." 

By the illusion that the act was both desired and wanted, Blaine gently lifted his sleeping model off the velvet chaise and carried him towards the heavy four post bed illuminated in white moonlight. Kurts lean weight felt right in his arms, but he looked even better spread out on the four post bed. Blaine did not realize how hot he was until be touched Kurts cool skin.   

"Youre always so cold." Acting as if he was a blanket, Blaine draped his naked body on top of Kurt - carefully willing himself between the pale legs and reserving a moan when their cocks brushed against each other. "Why must you make this so difficult? It would be so easy for us to be together - it would be the most natural thing in the world. As natural as this."

Blaine ended his whisper with a simple kiss to Kurts swollen lips; and a loud smack followed with each kiss the older man gave his sleeping partner. Somewhere between Kurt throat and clavicle, the artist grabbed his cock and slowly milked the tension that has been begging to be released since he and Kurt arrived at the Connecticut estate. It was bad enough that Kurt hem haw in the bathroom for half an hour before finally coming out, but then Blaine denied himself physical joys until he drew the special picture he would forever hang in his bedroom.

"I wish you were awake to enjoy this. I know your body likes it. It cums for me every time." Blaine regrettably released his leaking cock and in favor of a bottle of lube. As much as he would love to rough Kurt up and lubricate him with his own makings, he also knew such actions would cost him the heavy price of suspicion. The slower he took Kurt and the gentler he went, then the faster his sweet friend recovered and would be less prone to question the unexplained tenderness in his bottom. 

The bottle clicked open and Blaine poured a generous amount of the vanilla flavored contents onto his artistic fingers. "I bought us your favorite flavor. I love the smell of vanilla on you.  Whenever I smell it in your hair or on your skin, I like to imagine its the smell of our love leaking out of you." Kisses resumed down the sleeping body and Blaines spare hand supplied with lubrication continued massaging his hard and neglected cock.       

White lunar light continued to illuminate the bedroom and Blaines back muscles continued to flex and relax like a hunter devouring his lame prey.

Trailing sweet kisses soon turned into a long lick up the front of Kurts cock. The previously disinterested organ twitched at the invitation. "Youre always so still until we get to this part." Blaine released his hard sex and moved his sticky vanilla flavored hand to the tiny inviting hole only he has ever explored.  "I think deep down you are awake, only too embarrassed to tell me how much you love this."

A single finger circled the rim of Kurts opening, but refrained from entering. It was important that he relaxed the younger mans reflexes and muscles of the upcoming intrusion. Simultaneously as Blaine accepted Kurt into his mouth, Kurts body accepted a single finger into his empty hole. Familiar tight warmth encircled Blaines finger and a groan of his making vibrated against Kurts cock. He could not wait until Kurt was stretched wider and surrounding his sex completely. The single lubricated finger slowly pulled out, then back in again - this time reaching a tad further. 

"Babe, hows this feel?" Blaine released Kurts salvia coated cock from his mouth and began a trail of sticky kisses back up the flat stomach. Tiny eradicated nipples and a light blush across Kurts chest pleased the artist. "I know you are enjoying this. Are you ready for more?"

Blaine carefully and slowly slid in a second finger and resumed a steady and natural rhythm. Similar to a true artist, Blaine enjoyed his precise delectation over his sleeping model. Quick rough intimacy lacked the fine details that separate sketches from a masterpiece. Sure Sebastian brought quick relief when art class ran late and the restrooms were empty, but it was not the same. It did not take his breath away and leave him feeling emotionally purified from his wicked thoughts.  

"I wish you were awake. I want to hear you moan for more and scream by name each time I push back into you." A third finger slid inside with comfortable ease. "Not much longer." Blaine pressed his sweaty forehead against Kurts chest and continued to will his fingers closer to Kurts comfort. The sooner his model was ready, then the faster his hard member could be settled in its rightful home. "Almost, there." Another finger joined the others and continued the pulsing motion. It was not long until the former tight hole was ready for a bigger and longer challenge.  "Turn around my love."

The artist obeyed his own order and rolled his sweet friend onto a thick pillow. Concern for his great aunts property never crossed Blaine mind. His aunt practical raised him and she, even in her old age, encouraged her nephew to accept his sexuality and never be ashamed. Besides that, one day he would inherit this estate and everything in it.

Blaine squirted another serving of sweet smelling lubrication onto his trained fingers. "I love you Kurt, I really do." Trained fingers wrapped around his aching cock and pumped himself three more times in preparation. "I wish I didnt have to do this, but I do. I need you so badly." With both knees balancing himself between Kurts legs and one hand around the thin waist, Blaine usher his hot cock into the tin hole pink from persistent attention. "Kurt..."

Warm, tight and familiar muscles accepted and modeled themselves around Blaine with each gentle shove the artist gave. The hand around Kurts waist squeezed for strength and a slur of hot whispers escaped Blaines lips. Some of the words were audible, but most were the moans of vowels. "Ah...I wish you could feel and remember how this." A second hand lowered and grabbed Kurts other hip.  "Ill go slowly. I always do." Blaine waited what felt like ten minutes before he pulled out and back in again. Each calculated pace sent a new wave of electrical currents up Blaines spine and down his legs - edging him and begging him to go faster and rougher. Of course, such wishful thinking was pushed aside.

Slapping of skin against skin influenced Blaine to roll his head backwards and concentrate on the situation. He and Kurt were currently one unit of flesh. It was impossible that two people could get any more physically intimate than this, and his Kurt has never and will never be this away with another person. The boy he grew up with, the man he fell in love with would never leave his side.

Controlled patience and held back desire to go faster, spurred both heat and sweat to radiate and roll off his toned body.  Reflecting moonlight off Blaines back went unnoticed as preoccupation slipped into an addicting rush that twisted his lust and poured sticky release out of him.

Kurt stayed peacefully and innocently asleep when Blaine pulled out of him and wet contents leaked from his bottom.

"I havent forgotten about you."

The artists returned Kurt to his back and quickly consumed the sleeping mans sex. Natural male hormones did not delay or withhold Kurt from releasing his own boiled up energy and lust. Blaine did not speak again or open his eyes until he swallowed each drop Kurt had to offer.

"Youre so beautiful Kurt. One day youll be awake when we do this, and that time youll enjoy it."

Sticky exhaustion in the form of multiply bodily fluids prevented Blaine from getting up and cleaning his sleeping model. The drugs would not wear off for another couple of hours and he wanted to take advantage of each remaining second of Kurts slumber.

...

"Kurt," a warm hand rubbed a comforting circle on the younger mans back. "Can you wake up for me?" Tired blue eyes pure from the sedative effects of drugs and wine opened and turned to the sound calling his name. Blaine smiled at the response. "Are you feeling better? You were very sleepy last night."

Bright sunlight escaped between the closed curtains as proof of morning. The sudden time change caused Kurt to deeply inhale and take in his surroundings. He was in a different bedroom from before and the familiar weight of a short-sleeve shirt and shorts confirmed that he was dressed.

"You feel asleep before I could do my assignment. It felt wrong drawing you without your permission, so I brought you into a separate guestroom." Kurt did not stop Blaine from playing with his hair. "I wasnt sure if you would be comfortable sharing a bed with me, so I brought you in here. I...I also dressed you. Please dont be mad at me. It felt like the right thing to do."    

"Blaine," Kurt spoke, his voice was dry from sleeping all night. "Youre a good friend. Thank you for taking care of me last night. Im not sure what came over me last night. I was feeling fine before."

As a loving, generous and selfless friend, Blaine retrieved a glass of water from the nightstand and handed it to his friend. Unlike before, this drink was unadulterated. "Thank you." Kurt sat up and drank. "Oh, what about your drawing?"

"Shh-shh," Blaine smoothed his friend and ushered him back to the mattress. "Be careful, you were dizzy before you passed out. I dont want to overwhelm your senses."  Or more importantly, I dont want you to feel residual pain in your ass. "I made us breakfast." A tray of food caught Kurts attention. It smelt delicious. "I put some vanilla in your coffee. I hope you dont mind."

Kurt didnt question the hint of vanilla on Blaines breathe. Surely it was just traces of breakfast. "Of course not."

"As for my drawing..." Blaine smiled and fiddled with the comforter covering Kurts waist. "We can try it again later."

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The End