Kurt woke and stretched languidly. He'd been in their new room for two days now and he loved it. He loved the different colors and the extra windows they had. He loved seeing his stuff mixed with Blaine's on top of the desks and dressers. Before Blaine, he would have thrown a fit to see someone else's belongings intruding on his space. Not anymore. If anything, seeing Blaine's coat draped over Kurt's chair or having to move Blaine's books to get to his, made him smile like an idiot. He'd been alone for so long, he hadn't really given much thought to what it would be like to live with someone he loved. It was perfect. Blaine was perfect. The day after he'd gotten home, Blaine had had a queen size bed delivered to their room. He'd assumed Kurt would need time sleeping alone, but it turned out to be the opposite. After sharing the tiny twin size bed, they'd discussed needing more space and after one phone call, the bed appeared. Kurt shook his head at his boyfriend. The things the man could accomplish with a phone and a bit of money. It was crazy. But waking up this morning on the pillow top mattress covered in comforters and pillows was like waking up to heaven. Thanks to the pills the doctors had given him, he'd been sleeping soundly without any nightmares, which made waking up that much better. Now, being able to turn his head and gaze at the curly head snoozing next to him made him happier than he'd ever been. Once again, he gave thanks to whatever or whoever might be listening that he hadn't died. He'd tried to thank Blaine and though he'd given a gruff 'you're welcome', Kurt was sure that he didn't realize the depth of Kurt's gratitude. He had a plan though, he'd been practicing whenever Blaine left the room, which wasn't often. Reaching over, he ran his fingers through that baby soft curly hair. Blaine hummed in his sleep and moved closer to him. Kurt smiled at his movement. He was so beautiful. And Kurt wanted him so badly, needed to share himself with Blaine. He didn't think Blaine would go for it because of what he'd been through. But if anything he felt like being together would help get rid of the memories. At least he knew he'd never have to see the scumbag again. It was no surprise that he had OD'd. Junkies always did at some point. Kurt had to admit that if he had died any other way, he would have looked at Blaine questioningly. His boyfriend was fiercely protective, sometimes getting a gleam in his eyes that was frightening. But Sebastian had died a normal death, nothing suspicious about it. And the world was a better place because of it.

Maybe tonight, Kurt thought. Maybe tonight he could seduce his boyfriend. He grinned at the thought. Being this close to Blaine, even with both of them fully clothed in pajamas, just did something to him. Angling himself closer so he could cuddle against Blaine's side, he breathed his scent in deep. Everything about this man brought him comfort from his protectiveness to his words to his actions to his scent. Kurt had never felt so precious and adored as he did now.

"Baby?" Came Blaine's sleepy voice.

"It's okay, Blaine. I was just snuggling," Kurt said softly, hoping his boyfriend could sleep some more. He spent so much time worrying about Kurt, he wasn't taking very good care of himself. Though now that Kurt was home, he was at least making sure he ate good.

"Mmm. Snuggling sounds good," Blaine said, wrapping his arms around Kurt and pulling him closer. Kurt couldn't resist wrapping a leg over the top of Blaine's. It pushed his pelvis against Blaine's hip. He saw his eyes pop open, the golden eyes bright and surprised.

"Sorry," Kurt mumbled and backed off. He couldn't help his body's reaction to Blaine's nearness. Not to mention it was morning, which made being hard a common occurrence.

Blaine pulled him back. "It just surprised me is all."

"Okay," Kurt said happily, snuggling back in, pushing his face against Blaine's neck and breathing him in. "You smell good."

"Thanks, baby. You do too," Blaine hummed and nuzzled Kurt's head before kissing him on the forehead.

Kurt tilted his chin up for a kiss and Blaine brought their lips together softly. Kurt hummed in the back of his throat and let his lips move against Blaine's. He was embarrassed when Blaine pulled back, having obviously felt how Kurt's body was reacting.

"Baby, it's just too soon," Blaine said, sounding like he was in pain.

"Isn't that for me to decide?" Kurt asked quietly.

"Of course, I just don't want you to feel pressured or like we're moving too fast," Blaine said, his eyes filled with worry.

"God, Blaine, I am so sorry. This is so hard on you," Kurt said, blinking back tears of guilt. "I won't push you."

"Kurt, baby, don't cry," Blaine said, wiping his tears away. "I want you, I really, really do. I just... after all you've been through. I don't want to do anything that could hurt you."

"What if we didn't go all the way, but just eased each other? Like that first time at the party?" Kurt said, moaning internally at the memory of that incredible dance and how it ended against the wall.

Blaine fairly growled at his own recollection. "You are fighting dirty."

"No, I'm not. I'm horny. I can't help it. You are irresistible," he insisted.

"I'm just worried, Kurt. What if you end up having a flashback or something?" Blaine brought up, his eyes almost brown with the force of his worry.

"We'll go slow. I'll be on top and if I have to stop, then I can," Kurt offered. "Please, Blaine?"

Blaine moaned. "You know just how to get your way, don't you?"

"I'm not trying to influence you, Blaine. I just want you so badly," Kurt said quietly, looking down in embarrassment.

"Baby, don't. I was just teasing. I can't say no to you. It feels like it goes against the laws of nature if I say no. We can do it like you said, but you have to promise you'll back off if you need to," Blaine insisted.

Kurt nodded enthusiastically. He crawled on top of Blaine, straddling his body. He laid down and brought their lips together, slanting them so he could push his tongue into Blaine's hot mouth. They both moaned at the contact. They'd been kissing with mouths closed for so many days, it felt almost new to kiss deeply. For long moments, they relearned each other, the taste, the texture, the feel of each other. Instinctively, Kurt ground his pelvis into Blaine's, causing them both to pull back and cry out.

"Damn, Kurt," Blaine muttered, running his hands down to Kurt's waist.

"This okay?" Kurt breathed, circling his hips gently.

"Oh god, yes," came the breathy answer.

Kurt closed his eyes and sat up a bit so he could undulate his hips against Blaine, their cocks meeting through the thin fabric of their pajamas.

"Shit," Blaine bit out. "It's been so long."

"I know. Won't take long," Kurt gasped.

He continued rotating his hips, up and down, back and forth, round and round. Each motion brought a new and beautiful sound from Blaine's mouth. Finally he began to just rut against his boyfriend. Their cocks were lined up perfectly and he thrust against him time and again.

"Oh crap, I'm gonna come," Kurt cried out.

"Me too, baby," Blaine agreed.

Kurt pushed his hips almost viciously into Blaine's, crying out as he came, shivers coursing through his body. He felt Blaine push up against him, once, twice, then his own cry was echoing through the room. Kurt collapsed against Blaine's chest, breathing deeply.

"I love you," Kurt whispered.

"I love you, too, baby," Blaine whispered back, kissing his damp forehead.

. . . . .

"Kurt, I think I speak for everyone when I say 'welcome back'," Mr. Schue said, clapping. Kurt turned red as the rest of the Warbler's stood and applauded, meeting his eyes with smiles and shouts of welcome.

"Thank you," he said quietly.

"Now, Blaine said you two had a number you'd like to do, so the stage is all yours," he said.

Blaine and Kurt took the stage, sitting on stools, as the music began.

(Blaine)

It's a new day

It's a bright day

Even when you stand in the dark

It's just that

You've been broken into fifty pieces

Today is gone

I'm the only light that you see

You need someone

I know all you needed was me

(Both)

Every day we wake if it takes too long

Just tell me something new

Forget about the sunshine when it's gone

(Kurt)

Another pale moon

Shines like high noon

Midnight never felt so cold alone

It's just that you're uneasy

When you need me

Today is gone

I'm the only light that you see

You need someone

I know all you needed was me

(Both)

Every day we wake if it takes too long

Just tell me something new

Forget about the sunshine when it's gone

You can say it's right, but it feels so wrong

Just show me something true

Forget about the sunshine

Forget about the sunshine when it's gone

Today is gone

I'm the only light that you see

You need someone

I know all you needed was me

Every day we wake if it takes too long

Just tell me something new

Forget about the sunshine when it's gone

You can think it's right, but it feels so wrong

Just show me something true

Forget about the sunshine

Forget about the sunshine when it's gone

Every day we wake if it takes too long

Just tell me something new

Forget about the sunshine when it's gone

You can think it's right, but it feels so wrong

Just show me something true

Forget about the sunshine

Forget about the sunshine when it's gone

The Warbler's stood and applauded them, cheering them on when they leaned over to share a kiss. Kurt smiled into Blaine's eyes. 'I love you', he mouthed. 'Love you, too,' Blaine mouthed back. Blaine put his stool back and headed down the stairs, turning when he realized Kurt wasn't with him.

Kurt stood and moved his stool back. "I have a song I'd like to sing for you, Blaine," he began. Blaine quickly sat in the first row, smiling up at him. "You don't seem to like being thanked. I feel like I can't quite get across to you how much I owe you. Not that I feel indebted," he said, holding up a hand when he saw Blaine's expression. "I am just so grateful for what you've done in my life and for my life. I know you don't like to acknowledge it, but I literally wouldn't be standing here if it weren't for you," Kurt said, his voice cracking. "I, uh, changed the lyrics a bit to suit my needs, so listen, and I hope you enjoy it."

I want to start by letting you know this

Because of you my life has a purpose

You helped be who I am today

I see myself in every word you say

Sometimes it feels like nobody gets me

Trapped in a world where everyone hates me

There's so much that I'm going through

I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you

I was broken

I was choking

I was lost

But you saved my life

I was bleeding stopped believing

Could have died

But you saved my life

I was down

I was drowning

But you came home just in time

You saved my life

Sometimes I feel like you've known me forever

You always know how to make me feel better

You'll never know what it means to me

That I'm not alone

That I'll never have to be

I was broken

I was choking

I was lost

But you saved my life

I was bleeding stopped believing

Could have died

But you saved my life

I was down

I was drowning

But you came home just in time

You saved my life

Kurt held out the last note, tears streaming down his face. "Thank you, Blaine," he choked out. He saw Blaine leap up on the stage and come toward him. He held out his arms and Kurt rushed into them, overcome with emotion.

"You're welcome," Blaine whispered.

Kurt looked at him and saw tears in his eyes. They stood there for a time, before returning to their chairs. Blaine held Kurt's hand tightly the rest of rehearsal. Every now and then, Kurt saw him swipe at his eyes. Kurt was pleased, hoping Blaine finally heard him, finally realized how much he'd really done. This man beside him had truly saved his life.

. . . . .

"Colton, you need to let it go," Jason insisted, trying his best to not yell.

"Jason, come on. The evidence is staring you in the freaking face! Two separate people in Sebastian's hall saw a group of men in black hooded sweatshirts. Near Sebastian's room, at the time he probably died. If you remember the news a month or so ago, two men were beat up by a group of men in black hoodies. Now, I looked into it and Karofsky and Azimio, the two guys who were maimed, were two of the guys who bullied Kurt so bad in high school. You can't tell me there isn't a connection here! All of the people who were mean to Kurt are suddenly either handicapped or dead? It couldn't be Kurt. But you said yourself that Blaine has a rather shadowy background," Colton pointed out.

"And what are you wanting to do about this, Colton?" Jason bit out. "Do you want to turn Blaine in based on your opinion? Do you have solid proof that Blaine was even near Sebastian's room? No, you don't," he said as Colton looked down, his face red with anger. "And even if you really think Blaine is guilty, what do you think taking him away from Kurt would do to him? Do you want Kurt dead? Because I guarantee you, Kurt is not strong enough right now to handle Blaine getting arrested. And that's on the assumption that you are even partially right."

"If I'm right, then Blaine is a killer, Jason. Do you believe Kurt is safe with a killer?" Colton asked.

"First, I don't think Blaine is a killer. Second, shit, where could Kurt possibly be safer than with the man who would or could do anything to protect him?" Jason pointed out.

"You are choosing to be blind, Jason. You won't even think about what I've told you," Colton said, grabbing his jacket and heading for the door. Opening it, he turned back to Jason and glared at him. "I will prove Blaine is a killer and then we'll see how blind you can be." Colton turned to walk out the door and stepped straight into Blaine.

"You're going to prove what?" Blaine asked, a grim smile on his face.