"Kurt looked pretty good, didn't he?" Colton asked as he and Jason walked into the dorm room. It was their dorm room now. They had made quick work of moving everyone's belongings, trying to replicate Kurt's things so it at least resembled what he was used to. The room itself was completely different in color and layout so that would add to the feeling of being somewhere new. Now Colton could unpack the rest of his stuff, making the room his and Jason's. He had agreed to the room change so quickly that he hadn't given Jason time to express his opinion on the idea. Luckily, he didn't have a problem with it. He did show reservations over living together after being together such a short time. But the desire to help Kurt was more important to them both. They'd come to agreements about personal time and space, just to make things easier. Now, he reached for his suitcase and began hanging his clothes in the closet.

"He did. His coloring is a lot better. I guess he gets to go home in the morning, barring any big changes," Jason commented, watching his boyfriend straightening his clothes. Something about the way he moved made Jason's insides heat up. Colton was so small compared to him; well, most people were. But Colton was small even for a guy at only five foot six. He loved how he could curl his long body around Colton's and feel like he could protect him and keep him safe from everything.

"So, uh, was it just me or did Blaine not seem too surprised about Sebastian?" Colton asked hesitantly.

"I'm not sure. He definitely wasn't upset about it, not that I blame him," Jason replied. "Why do you ask?"

"I don't know. He didn't really make any kind of a deal of it one way or the other. Seemed off, somehow," Colton continued.

"Well, I guess maybe he's got more important things on his mind," Jason said. "Blaine's a good guy. He's had his moments, but he seems to be changing for the better over the past weeks."

"What do you mean he's had his moments?" Colton asked, moving to the dresser and putting his pants in the drawers.

"There isn't a lot known about Blaine's life before Dalton. We know he's loaded financially and we know that he had a crappy attitude towards anything and everything. But there are stories, assumptions, things like that over dark dealings in his past," Jason said, smiling at the absurdity of rumors.

"Dark dealings?" Colton asked, looking over his shoulder at Jason.

"Yeah, possible gang or mafia connections, stuff like that. It's just because he's rich and he was an asshole. That kind of combination makes for interesting stories," Jason answered.

"Hmm," Colton said, shoving his empty suitcase into the closet.

"Enough about him. Come here, you," Jason said, waving Colton over to where he was sitting at his desk.

Colton grinned and walked over. Jason pulled him down so he was sitting on his lap, his legs on either side of Jason's.

"This is new and fun," Colton said quietly, his blue eyes smoldering at Jason.

"Definitely fun," Jason said, leaning in for a kiss. His lips moved over Colton's, already familiar with his taste and smell. It was intoxicating, feeling the swirl of Colton's tongue in his mouth, the heady sensation that he was experiencing something new and exciting. "I want you," he breathed against Colton's mouth.

The other man moaned and wrapped his arms around Jason's neck. "I want you, too, Jason. So much." He slanted their mouths together, hot tongues and lips moving together, whimpers of desire filling the room. "Anything you want, Jason. Anything you are ready for," Colton told him. He didn't know if or when Jason would ever be ready to have sex. But giving him a blowjob sounded like heaven. "I'd love to taste you," he whispered into Jason's ear before licking his way around his ear and down his jaw, enjoying the stubble on his cheeks.

Jason groaned at his words. What was he ready for? Hell, what wasn't he ready for. He felt like he'd been wanting Colton forever and he was finally getting his chance. "Everything," he said quietly.

Colton leaned back, his blue eyes blown with lust. "Are you sure?"

Jason nodded and blushed. "You'll, uh, have to talk me through it."

Colton smiled gently and nipped at Jason's lip. "I'd love to." He got off Jason's lap, took his hand, and guided them to Colton's bed. "We'll break my bed in first," he said with a chuckle.

"Sounds good to me," Jason breathed. He slipped his shirt and pants off quickly and saw Colton do the same. They both paused when they were standing there in their boxers. They both blushed, but slid their hands into the boxers and pushed them to the floor at the same time. Pausing again, they gazed at each other, both of them aroused and fully erect.

"You're beautiful," Jason stuttered. Colton took his breath away.

"You are gorgeous beyond all imagining," Colton said. He was a little nervous about sex now, seeing Jason nude. The man was huge! At the same time that he was nervous, he was so turned on, he thought he might come just staring at him. "Lay down," he instructed. "This will be the best position with our height difference."

Jason laid down and Colton crawled on top of him, like they'd been in the chair. When he moved over Jason's waist, causing their cocks to brush against each other, they both cried out.

"Holy shit," Jason said, breathless. "Can I touch you?"

"Of course," Colton said, settling himself over Jason's toned body. He put his hands on his thighs and sat there, open and willing for Jason to explore him.

Jason ran his hands up Colton's thighs, his hands resting there, and up to his chest. It felt so different to be touching him like this, but it felt too good to care. He circled Colton's pale nipples, smiling when Colton closed his eyes and sighed. He sat up and licked at the small circles until they were both hard and puckered and Colton was whimpering. Satisfied, Jason laid back down and continued exploring. He ran his hand down Colton's smooth, lean abs before he hesitated. He looked up and Colton just smiled at him, desire evident in every feature. Swallowing, Jason ran his hand down the last couple inches before encircling his fingers around Colton's hard cock. The smaller man cried out and bucked his hips at the touch. Running his fingers up and over the head, capturing the moisture resting there, he stroked up and down, as he liked to do to himself. Colton began moaning, his hips undulating over Jason's own cock. He could definitely get used to this. The sight of Colton losing it made him want to scream with desire.

"What do I do?" Jason asked, still stroking him.

"L, l, lube and condoms, top drawer," Colton stuttered, amazed at the feeling of Jason's strong fingers wrapped around him. Jason easily found the lube and condoms and put them on the bed next to Colton, continuing his rhythm. "Um, I guess now you get to decide if you want to prep me or have me do it. Either way is fine," he gasped. "And you've got to stop touching me like that or I'll come all over you."

"Oh, sorry," Jason said with a pleased grin. "Prep? What does that entail?"

The guy really was clueless about things. "You put one finger at a time inside me to stretch me out so you'll fit easily."

Jason's eyes went almost black with lust at his words. "Oh yes, I'd love to do that," he said eagerly.

Colton grinned and opened the lube, pouring some over Jason's fingers. Jason immediately moved his long arm easily behind Colton and slipped in between his cheeks. "Mm, god, you feel good," he said, before circling his finger around Colton's hole.

Gently, he eased his finger inside, not knowing how much pressure or how far to go in. He just moved slowly, hoping he wouldn't hurt him. "Is this right?"

"Oh dear god, yes. Deeper," Colton gasped. "Yeah, like that." He helped Jason by circling his hips, moving against his finger. "Another finger." Jason carefully inserted another finger and Colton was more than ready for it. He bucked back against those long fingers over and over, moaning loudly.

"You're so tight," Jason muttered, his face a picture of strain. "Another?" Colton nodded, a sheen of sweat covering his chest and face. Jason slid his fingers out and pushed three inside him. Colton leaned his head back, moaning Jason's name, quickly adjusting and fucking back on his fingers.

"Condom," he breathed.

Jason removed his fingers, hearing Colton gasp at the loss. Quickly he tore open the condom and rolled it down his length, knowing enough to add more lube and stroke it all the way down himself.

He looked up to see Colton watching him hungrily. Colton moved over him and positioned himself over Jason's cock before lowering himself onto it slowly.

Jason felt his cock push into the tight ring of muscle and cried out at the sensation. Colton was so tight, so hot, he thought he could drown in the feeling.

Still moving slowly, Colton eased down onto Jason, taking gasping breaths at the huge man filling him so completely. Finally Jason was fully buried inside him and he took a deep breath at the intense feeling.

"So tight," Jason bit out.

"So fucking huge," Colton said and they smiled at each other.

"Need to move," Jason begged, desperate for more of the delicious friction.

Colton rose up slowly, loving the sound of Jason whimpering below him. He rewarded him by quickly lowering himself down, swallowing Jason's cock with his ass.

"Holy shit!" Jason cried out. "More, please."

With that, Colton began moving quickly, his thighs strong and steady as he rode Jason. He put Jason's hands on his hips, showing him how he could get involved. Jason began bucking up into Colton and running his hands all over his body. He looked down as Colton's cock began slapping against his stomach. He took it in his hand, stroking it smoothly and evenly.

"Oh fuck," Colton moaned. "More!"

Jason began pumping him, twisting his palm over his tip before stroking back down. The smaller man was coming apart above him and it was a beautiful sight.

"I'm gonna come," Colton warned him, trying to keep the rhythm with his hips.

"Come for me," Jason said, watching his cock as it tensed in his hand. He stroked firmly and gasped as he watched the come shoot out of him, pumping onto his chest and stomach. "That was amazing," Jason said, before bucking his hips up. The sight had made his blood boil and he knew he was close. Colton reached behind himself and stroked Jason's balls which made him seize up, coming deep inside Colton. His ragged cry echoed in the room as the intense feelings overwhelmed him.

Later after they'd cleaned up and were cuddling, Jason smiled down at him. "So how did I do?"

"That was honestly the best sex I've ever had. But," Colton hedged.

"But? What do you mean but? That was freaking amazing sex!" Jason objected.

"I was just going to suggest a bit more practice is all," Colton said with a wink.

"You shit," Jason said, smacking him on the ass. "But I agree," he said, leaning down and locking their lips together.

. . . . .

"So, Juliet says we should talk about what happened to me," Kurt said quietly, his hand wrapped securely in Blaine's.

"What do you mean?" Blaine asked, he already knew what had happened.

"I mean before you found me," Kurt answered.

"Oh. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to," Blaine assured him. "But I will listen to anything you want to say."

"I just want to get it all out. It feels like it's all just sitting in there. If I get it out, then there is nothing left to fester, know what I mean?" Kurt asked.

"I do," Blaine said.

"Well, you know I sent you those, um, pictures," Kurt said and Blaine grinned and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Loved those, by the way," Blaine told him.

"Good. Well, it got me kind of worked up, so I decided to take care of some things before you got there. Well, I'd just finished and there was a knock at the door. I figured it was just you so I slid my pajama pants on and answered the door. It wasn't you," Kurt said softly, his eyes closing at the memory. Blaine squeezed his fingers and felt guilt rip at his heart. It should have been him. He should have been there to keep Kurt safe. "He kinda rushed at me to get in the room and slammed the door. He made all sorts of comments about me being half naked and how I must have known it would be him and that I must want him and all this shit. I told him to leave, said I didn't want him near me. He punched me a few times and shoved me on the bed and we started fighting. He, um, got my, uh, pants down," Kurt said, his face burning red with shame. Blaine reached up and stroked his cheek lovingly. "I was clawing at his face and punching him as hard as I could, trying to buck him off me. He thought I was coming on to him and, he, um, he shoved two fingers inside me," Kurt said, silent tears beginning to roll down his face. Blaine got up and sat next to him, taking him in his arms. "It hurt so bad, Blaine," he cried, his shoulders shaking with his tears.

"I know, baby. I know it must have hurt like a bitch," Blaine said quietly.

"He uh, stopped to take his clothes off and as soon as his pants were down, I reached out and got his nuts and started twisting, like you told me to," Kurt said, a grim smile on his face. "He squealed like a pig and jumped up, putting his pants on. I got in another kick at his nuts. I'm sure he was walking funny for a while. Anyway. He hit me again and it made me light headed. That's when he started talking about the cutting and me being a slut and how you'd never want me now that he'd done stuff to me. I don't know how he knew what to say, but he kept going on about me being a dirty slut and how I didn't need to be here anymore," Kurt said, tears continuing to stream down his face. "He told me the only good thing I could do for you was to leave, to leave the world. I felt so disgusting; used and cheap and I hurt so bad, inside and out. He threw the package of razor blades onto the bed and told me to have a good time. Then he left. I ran over and locked the door. I stood over that package on the bed for the longest time, just staring at it. It hurt when I walked and I remembered how it hurt when he touched me, so I figured maybe a cut or two would make me feel better. But when I sat down in the bathroom, I just kept seeing him and Karofsky and Azimio; all of them laughing and taunting me. I just couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't keep feeling dirty and used and less than human. The next thing I knew, I'd cut both of my arms open. I heard you at the door. I heard you banging on the door, trying to get in. I wanted to call out to you or open the door. But the other part of me was so scared of what you'd think. That maybe, like Sebastian said, you'd think I'd asked for it. But I didn't, Blaine. I promise," Kurt said on a sob.

"Of course not, baby. I know that," Blaine said, beginning to rock him as he cried. For the longest time, they stayed like that, Kurt sobbing into his shoulder. Finally his sobs reduced to whimpers, then to quiet. Blaine handed him tissues to blow his nose, which he managed to do quite delicately.

"Look at me," Blaine said quietly, tilting Kurt's chin up. His eyes were red ringed but the blue-green color was bright and intense. "You were the victim here. You didn't invite Sebastian into your room, you didn't ask him to touch you or hit you or any of that. I love you more than ever and nothing could change that," Blaine swore to him. "I will always be here for you."

Kurt leaned into him. "Thank you," he whispered.

"I love you," Blaine said.

"I love you, too," Kurt responded. "Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"Is it awful if I don't feel bad that Sebastian died?" Kurt asked, sounding guilty.

"Of course not! Look at what he did to you? Why should you mourn his life when he urged you to take yours?" Blaine bit out.

"Good. Cuz I'm not sad. Not at all," he said, staring into Blaine's eyes, trying to communicate something.

"I'm not sad either," Blaine said, giving him a smile. "I think the world is a safer place without him in it."

"I agree," Kurt said.

They sat quietly for a time, just embracing each other, enjoying the comfort of loving arms.

"So. Home tomorrow," Blaine said. "Excited?"

"Nervous," Kurt admitted.

"That's understandable. We'll be in the new room, though, and we'll be together," Blaine assured him.

"Are you sure you're okay with this? We weren't exactly at the moving-in stage of our relationship," Kurt brought up.

"Of course I'm okay with it. I get to see your beautiful face every morning. Besides, you don't snore. You should hear Wes. Guy can sing, but damn, he sounds like a fog horn when he sleeps," Blaine said, with a grin. He delighted at the sound of Kurt's soft giggle. "Are you okay with sharing a room with me?"

Kurt nodded, a smile curving his full lips. "I feel safe with you near me. I mean Jason is great and all, but there is something about you. I feel like I will always be safe when you're around."

Blaine's chest filled with a sense of pride and belonging at his words. "You will always be safe when I'm around," he swore.

They talked some more about the move and when Kurt might get out.

"By the way, my mom sends her best," Blaine told him. "I kinda freaked and called her that night."

"I'm glad you did. I'm sure she was happy that you reached out to her," Kurt said, squeezing his hand.

"Yeah, I guess. I guess I'm glad too," Blaine admitted.

. . . . .

The next day after lunch, Juliet signed Kurt's release paperwork. She had him scheduled for appointments every other day, with phone calls each day. He'd agreed to it all, eager to get out of the hospital gown. Blaine had brought clothes for him which he gratefully slid into after all the paperwork had been signed.

"Oh dear god, I love jeans. I love sweaters and gloves and scarves," Kurt moaned in delight once he was fully dressed.

"And I love them on you," Blaine said with a wink. "Ready to go?" he asked, holding his hand out.

Kurt took his hand with a big smile. "Let's go home."