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

Colton slowly backed into the room. Jason saw the look on Blaine's face and moved to stand in front of Colton.

"Now, Blaine, let's just sit down and talk things through," Jason said, holding a hand out towards the obviously pissed off man in the doorway.

"Sure. Let's chat," Blaine said and came in, closing the door behind him.

"I can explain," Colton said, moving out from behind Jason, but staying close by.

"That would be nice. I came to invite you two over for dinner and I hear you saying you're going to prove I'm a murderer. An explanation would be called for," Blaine said, sitting in the chair at Jason's desk.

Jason and Colton sat on his bed, staring at him.

"Okay, I can't do the explaining," Blaine said. "I'm the one who is supposed to be found to be a killer."

"Well, I heard some things and it started to sound slightly suspicious," Colton muttered, his face bright red.

"And these things you heard were?" he responded, a condescending smile on his face.

Colton quickly went through the same arguments he'd told Jason about, keeping his head down the whole time. He finished and Blaine just stared at him.

Suddenly, Blaine burst out laughing. He laughed so hard his eyes began watering. When he settled down finally, he saw Jason was grinning and Colton looked humiliated.

"Ah, come on, Colton, don't be a poor sport. I take it as a compliment that you think I could orchestrate something so grandiose. I mean, what would they be called? The Men in Black Hoodies? What an evil gang that would be," Blaine chuckled.

"Well, it certainly looked suspicious," Colton said, an uncertain smile on his face.

"I guess you might be able to see it that way. But if I were to do anything evil, it would definitely be in the name of protecting someone I love," Blaine said. "What would you do to help Jason?"

"Anything," Colton said immediately.

"Even if it was illegal or immoral? Knowing it would make him safe and happy?" Blaine continued.

"I guess so, yeah," Colton admitted and took Jason's hand in his.

"There you go, then. So, do you want to come over for dinner or would you rather continue your sleuthing?" Blaine asked, a genuine smile on his face.

"Dinner sounds great," Jason said, all the stress gone from his face.

"Blaine, I'm really sorry. I, just, I guess I jumped to conclusions," Colton said, his face still red.

"No harm, no foul, Colton. Shall we go?" Blaine said, standing.

As the three made their way to Blaine and Kurt's room, none of them mentioned the fact that Blaine never came right out and said he hadn't done anything.

. . . . .

The four were eating pizza and watching "Fight Club", when three cell phones started buzzing.

"What the hell?" Jason said.

Kurt, Blaine, and Colton checked their texts. "Mr. Schue needs to see everyone immediately," Kurt said. "Why would he do that?" he asked Blaine.

Blaine shrugged. "He must have some sort of big announcement. I don't think he's ever sent out a group wide text before."

"Are we going to go?" Colton asked, looking nervous.

"Well, I am," Kurt said, wiping his mouth on his napkin and reaching for his boots.

"You don't want me to go and let you know what it was about?" Blaine offered.

Kurt smiled warmly at him. "No thanks. It could be something exciting and then I would miss it."

"Makes sense," Blaine said, rolling his eyes.

"Wanna come, Jason?" Colton asked.

"I'm not a member, Col," Jason reminded him.

"I know that, dummy. But there's been significant other's there before. Right, Blaine?"

Blaine nodded. "Especially if it's just an announcement, it won't be a big deal."

"Okay. Sure, I'll go. Maybe we can get coffee after," Jason suggested.

"Oh yeah. Coffee, definitely," Kurt agreed, grinning.

The four made their way to the auditorium, where the other Warbler's were already assembling. Some did have their girlfriends with them which made Jason relax more. Colton squeezed his hand and the four took their seats.

"Thank you all for coming. I know it's late and everyone probably has studying they'd rather be doing," Mr. Schue began.

"Not!" Someone yelled and the group laughed.

"Be that as it may, I'm only going to keep you for a couple minutes," Mr. Schue said with a grin. "I just got some great news and I wanted to share it with you. We have been invited to perform at the National Choir Expo in one month, during winter break. And this year the Expo is in, drum roll please," he continued.

Everyone began stomping their feet, their excitement building.

"Los Angeles, California!"

The entire group leapt to their feet, applauding and shouting in excitement. The Warbler's had performed in the Expo before, two years prior, but it had been held there in New York, not far from Dalton. Being in L.A. meant they all got to travel.

"Now, we need to do some serious fundraising. This trip is not going to be cheap. We have to think about airfare, food, and lodging. Plus you'll all need to think about your own spending and fun money," Mr. Schue said.

"How much are we looking at here?" Wes asked, jotting down notes in a notebook he always seemed to have handy.

"A rough estimate is about $40,000 give or take, for the twenty two of you, myself and three other staff people, plus the band," Mr. Schue said, his face revealing his worry. There were loud groans around the room.

"We'll make it work," David said optimistically.

"Yeah, Mr. S, we'll sell cupcakes or something," Puck said, grinning.

"Nobody wants your special cupcakes, Puck," Blaine said with a snort. Everyone had enjoyed his pot cupcakes in the past before getting caught. Puck had almost been kicked out of Dalton for it.

"Okay, stick your thinking caps on and we'll brainstorm ideas tomorrow. Also, we'll be putting together group numbers, duets, small groups, and solos, so come prepared to start sharing ideas!" Mr. Schue said and waved them away.

"Hey, I'll catch up with you guys at the café," Blaine said. "I want to run a couple ideas by Mr. Schue before I forget them."

"Okay," Kurt said and leaned in to kiss him. "Hurry back to me."

"Always," Blaine said, winking at him.

. . . . .

"Was it me or did Colton seem kind of on edge tonight?" Kurt asked as they got into their pajamas. Kurt tried to not stare at Blaine's naked torso before he slipped into his tank top.

"I didn't notice anything. I was too busy staring at you," Blaine said with a smile, climbing into bed.

Kurt grinned and climbed in after him, turning the lamp off.

They snuggled close together, Kurt's head on Blaine's chest, arms wrapped around each other.

"Do you want to do a duet for the Expo?" Kurt asked, tracing small designs on Blaine's stomach through his shirt.

"Of course," Blaine said, trying to keep his body calm under Kurt's innocent touch. "Any ideas?"

"I've always got ideas," Kurt said, chuckling. "And there is one I really want to share with you right now."

"And that is?" Blaine asked, kissing his hair.

Kurt leaned up on his elbow, able to see Blaine in the dim light from the street lamps outside. "I would need your help, your total dedication," he said seriously.

"Of course, baby, what is it? You know I'll do anything to help you," Blaine said, curious.

"I want you to make love to me," Kurt said quietly. He put his fingers on Blaine's mouth before he could object. "I know you think it's too soon. But I want you so bad. I need you. I'm not scared of flashbacks or having you inside me. I think it might help, to be honest. Give me new memories. But that is secondary. Mostly, I really just want to be with you," Kurt said with a smile, taking his fingers from Blaine's lips.

Blaine stared at him for a long moment. "And you'll stop if you need to?"

"Of course," Kurt said, his eyes lighting with excitement.

"Kurt, I'm scared. I remember when you woke up from a nightmare and you were terrified of me. I don't think I could handle it if you got freaked out while we were making love," Blaine said quietly.

"Oh my god, Blaine. Sweetie, I'm so sorry. I didn't know that still bugged you," Kurt cried, hugging Blaine to his chest.

"I'm trying to fight it, but I just couldn't imagine seeing that look on your face again," he replied, shuddering at the memory.

"We can wait until you feel more comfortable, Blaine. We both have to be okay with this, not just me," Kurt told him sincerely, looking into his eyes.

"But I want you, too. That's the thing. I'm scared, but I want you so bad," Blaine said, frustrated.

"Then we'll take it slow. For both of us," Kurt suggested.

"Kiss me," Blaine whispered.

Kurt smiled sweetly and leaned down, brushing his lips lightly over Blaine's. He hummed at the sensation, content to just sweep his lips back and forth against Blaine's for a time. After a while, it started feeling like there was an electric current passing between their lips. Blaine finally groaned and grabbed the back of Kurt's head, keeping it still and sealing their mouths together. He thrust his tongue into Kurt's mouth, moaning at the taste of his boyfriend. Kurt responded, massaging their tongues together, unconsciously moving his hips to the rhythm of their mouths.

"Clothes, too many clothes," Kurt finally gasped.

They broke away long enough to shed their pajamas and boxers. Kurt pulled Blaine on top of him, burying his fingers in his boyfriends curly hair. Their lips smashed together, tongues hot and wet against one another. Kurt caressed down Blaine's body to his wide shoulders, exploring the thick muscles there before traveling down to his round ass. He couldn't get enough of Blaine's ass, he could spend a year exploring, tasting, and touching it and still not be satisfied. Blaine growled softly as Kurt's hands gripped him firmly, driving his hips into Kurt's until they were both gasping with passion.

"Lube," Kurt whispered, his breath hot in Blaine's ear.

Blaine reached blindly for the small bottle. He sobered up a little as he realized the next step. This was the test. If Kurt was going to get scared, it would be now, when Blaine touched him.

"Kurt?"

"Yeah?" Kurt muttered, rotating his hips against Blaine's.

"Do you want to top?" Blaine whispered. He didn't know if he was more afraid of bottoming or touching Kurt. He'd only bottomed once in his life and it hadn't been a pleasant experience. He enjoyed being fingered, but he never went all the way after that first time.

"Why? Do you want me to?" Kurt asked, stopping his hips and looking at Blaine.

"It's up to you. I just wanted you to know it's an option," Blaine said nervously.

"Thank you, Blaine, that means a lot to me. Maybe next time?" he suggested.

Blaine nodded, feeling slightly relieved. He bent down to kiss Kurt, moving his lips sensually over the other man's full mouth. He licked along the seam of his lips, even when Kurt opened his mouth, he kept licking, lightly nipping here and there. Kurt whined, trying to catch Blaine's lips. Blaine smiled and slanted their mouths together, lapping at each other. He traced his hand down Kurt's body, scratching lightly over his nipples before he moved his mouth to take the place of his fingers. He licked and sucked at his nipples until Kurt was writhing under him. He kissed his way down Kurt's body, lapping at his belly button, nipping at his hip bones and the lightly defined V that formed under his abs. Reaching his already wet cock, Blaine licked up the liquid on his stomach, feeling Kurt resisting the urge to buck against him. He took Kurt into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and swirling his tongue across the tip.

Kurt didn't hold back the bucking this time. He cried out and clawed at Blaine's shoulders. "More, please, Blaine, please!"

Blaine moved back up to Kurt's mouth, letting him taste himself on Blaine's tongue. He quickly lubed up his fingers and ran his hand down Kurt's ass, sliding in and gently circling his hole.

Kurt gave a guttural moan. "Yes, please, yes."

Blaine gritted his teeth. Gently and so slowly, he slid one finger into Kurt. He kept his eyes on Kurt's face, ready at any moment to pull away. But Kurt's face remained calm, but full of passion and need.

Kurt loved the feeling of Blaine being inside him. "Another one, please," he whispered, tilting his hips up, offering himself to Blaine.

Blaine pulled his finger out before sliding two in, gently moving to stretch Kurt and let him adjust. Crooking his fingers just so, he found the tiny bundle of nerves.

Kurt almost shot off the bed, crying out Blaine's name as his entire body felt like it were being electrocuted. "Yes, god, yes, more, please, Blaine, more!"

"Baby, you are so fucking beautiful," Blaine bit out, sliding a third finger in, still massaging his prostate.

Kurt fucked himself down onto Blaine's fingers, needing more, feeling like he would explode if he didn't get more, so much more.

"I'm ready, please, I'm ready," Kurt begged.

Blaine reached for a condom, pulling his fingers out before rolling it down onto himself and covering his straining cock in lube.

"You sure, baby?" Blaine asked, his voice strained.

"Please, Blaine, yes," Kurt cried, his body shaking in need.

Blaine positioned his head at Kurt's entrance and pushed in slowly. Kurt suddenly pushed his hips up and forced Blaine all the way in. Blaine gasped at the tightness and heat encompassing him, before moaning at the delicious feeling.

"Oh god yes!" Kurt moaned from between gritted teeth. He wrapped his legs around Blaine's waist as Blaine began thrusting into him. The rhythm started out slow and easy, but soon became harder and more desperate.

Blaine reached down and grabbed Kurt under his arms, pulling him up until he was sitting across Blaine's thighs, his legs still around Blaine's waist. Kurt quickly wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck as Blaine grabbed Kurt's ass. They rocked back and forth for a moment, delighting in the new sensations and angles. Kurt was grateful for the friction of Blaine's abs against his cock and soon began moving quickly against him. Blaine moved Kurt up and down on his cock, moaning at the intense sensation and closeness of their bodies.

"Not gonna last," Kurt whimpered, the familiar heat coiling in his stomach.

"Me either," Blaine bit out, thrusting, holding Kurt's ass closely.

Undulating his hips against Blaine's, Kurt came, his cock pulsating against Blaine's stomach. Blaine felt it and cried out, the erotic sensation pushing him over the edge, crying Kurt's name as he came. They stayed wrapped around each other for several minutes, relearning how to breathe.

"You are so amazing, Blaine," Kurt whispered. "I love you so much."

"I love you, baby," Blaine replied between breaths. He lowered Kurt to the bed and pulled out slowly, both of them gasping. He disposed of the condom and cleaned them both up before cuddling close again.

"Sleep sweet, Blaine," Kurt said, sighing contently against Blaine's chest.

"Sleep sweet, Kurt," he said, kissing his forehead.

. . . . .

"Well, I have good news and I have bad news," Mr. Schue said the next day.

There were grumbles throughout the group over the thought of bad news. Someone yelled out 'bad news first' and then yelped as someone close by smacked him on the back of his head.

"Okay, bad news first. There will be no need for Puckerman's fun little cupcakes. The good news is that an anonymous donor donated enough money to pay for first class tickets and individual rooms in the hotel, plus enough for food! Let's give a round of applause to our donor!"

The room was filled with guys jumping up and down, clapping, high-fiving, and shouting excitedly. Their excitement was as much for the first class tickets as it was for not having to fund raise.

Kurt was clapping, grinning widely. He leaned over to Blaine and whispered in his ear. "That was so generous of you, sweetie. I'm proud of you."

Blaine looked at him sideways. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Kurt just smiled serenely. "Uh huh."