"Blaine? Did you hear me?" Kurt asked, leaning back to try and see his face.

"Uh, yeah, I heard you. I'm not sure what to do about it, though," Blaine said, hesitant.

"Well, I was sure you knew all about this given our history. First, when someone is horny, they get the person they love to touch them and put things in places that make them feel really good," Kurt teased.

Blaine moaned, his body reacting even to Kurt's silly words. "Kurt, babe, you are all bandaged up and broken, how are we supposed to do anything?"

"No offense, sweetie, but this is where you are supposed to get all inventive and find a way to take care of me," Kurt said with a giggle.

"It's a good thing I don't want to hurt you," Blaine grumbled, his mind already racing forward to figure out a way for them to be together.

"Oh, hurting me, huh? I think that would be fabulous. Just not yet. Maybe once I'm a bit better," Kurt said, grinning in the dark.

"Hummel, are you trying to make my cock fall off?" Blaine accused.

Kurt snorted lightly. "Not hardly. It was me, after all, who first brought up the issue of being horny, remember? I'm the one in need here, not you."

"Not anymore," Blaine muttered. "Move onto your back and try to not pull anything."

"Okay," Kurt said, delighted to be getting his way. He eased gently onto his back and lifted his arms to Blaine.

Blaine leaned down and kissed him gently, brushing their lips lightly together. Kurt eagerly parted his lips and darted his tongue along Blaine's mouth. Blaine moaned deep in his throat and allowed the motion, though he didn't want to go much further for his own sanity's sake. Finally, he pulled away, Kurt panting in need.

"How are we gonna? My ankle won't let me have my feet propped up and my hands can't handle doggie style," Kurt started saying.

Blaine kissed him again, shutting him up with a quick swipe of his tongue. "Hush, I've got this figured out." He moved down Kurt's body, lifting his shirt to kiss here and there, tonguing over the smooth flesh, enjoying the pants and whimpers coming from Kurt.

He wrangled Kurt's pants around and pulled his stiff cock out. "Mm, I have certainly missed this," he said, enjoying the sight.

"I have too," Kurt said, breathless.

Blaine gave him no warning, just dropped his mouth around his cock, his tongue swirling from the tip all the way to the bottom. He hollowed his cheeks and let Kurt go as far down his throat as he could handle.

"Blaine! I thought we were gonna," Kurt cut off on a moan.

"Shut up and enjoy," Blaine said, kissing him lightly on the hip.

He went back to Kurt's cock and licked a long line from his balls to the weeping tip of his cock before taking him all in his mouth again. Knowing he would suffer as long as he let Kurt suffer, he began a swift rhythm, up and down, around and over, tongue and lightly with the teeth. Kurt was keening softly, his good fingers wrapping in Blaine's curls.

"Blaine, I'm gonna, I'm gonna," Kurt warned and shoved his head back as the orgasm ripped through his stomach and out his cock. Blaine swallowed, moaning lightly at the taste and force of Kurt's orgasm. He tongued him until he was too sensitive, then tucked him back in his pants.

"Thank you, Blaine," Kurt whispered, suddenly exhausted.

"You're welcome, babe. Now try to sleep," Blaine encouraged, letting Kurt snuggle back into his side.

"What about you?" Kurt mumbled.

"I'll be fine," Blaine assured him. Kurt soon fell asleep and though Blaine's balls were aching something fierce, there was nothing more important in this moment than Kurt being here safe, in his arms. Where he belonged, forever.

. . . . .

Two months later...

"Okay, guys, two more numbers. Remember if we win this round, we get to go to Nationals in Miami. We flew through Sectionals, we can do this again. So, Blaine and Kurt, get out there and kick some ass!" Mr. Schue said.

Kurt and Blaine had their duet and then one final group number to round off the competition. The stress was monstrous, but they held hands and exchanged looks before going on stage. Kurt's limp was barely noticeable and his hands had recovered the full range of motion. He was feeling completely normal, with only some minor aches and pains in the morning. The past months had been blissful, even as it was frustrating to try and get better. He and Blaine had bonded as never before and were even planning their wedding for that summer. They squeezed each other's hands before walking out on the stage, nodding at the applause they received. The Warbler's were a hit at the competition so far and they practically had a trip to Nationals in their back pocket.

(Blaine)

No more talk of darkness,

Forget these wide-eyed fears.

I'm here, nothing can harm you

My words will warm and calm you.

Let me be your freedom,

Let daylight dry your tears.

I'm here, with you, beside you,

To guard you and to guide you . . .

(Kurt)

Say you love me every waking moment,

Turn my head with talk of summertime . . .

Say you need me with you, now and always . . .

Promise me that all you say is true

That's all I ask of you . . .

(Blaine)

Let me be your shelter,

Let me be your light.

You're safe: no-one will find you

Your fears are far behind you . . .

(Kurt)

All I want is freedom,

A world with no more night

And you, always beside me

To hold me and to hide me . . .

(Blaine)

Then say you'll share with me

One love, one lifetime . . .

Let me lead you from your solitude . . .

Say you need me with you here, beside you . . .

Anywhere you go, let me go too

That's all I ask of you . . .

(Kurt)

Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime

Say the word and I will follow you

(Blaine)

Share each day with me, each night each morning

(Kurt)

Say you love me

(Blaine)

You know I do

(Both)

Love me, that's all I ask of you

Anywhere you go let me go too

Love me, that's all I ask of you

The audience was roaring as they sang the last note, their hands clasped together. They had agreed on this song, as it spoke to both of them and showed their voices off to perfection. Bowing, they left the stage, excited for the final group number and the inevitable announcement that they would win.

. . . . .

Two more months later...

"Kurt, settle down, he's not going to bite," Blaine said, rubbing Kurt's knee as they drove through upstate New York.

"No, but he might have me shot if he doesn't approve!" Kurt wailed, his stomach in knots.

"It's just my dad," Blaine tried to reassure him. "We'll be lucky if he even talks to us for five minutes. Now, Mom you'll have to make small talk with. Besides, we made it through Nationals and won without you getting this nervous, what's the big deal?"

"First, I like Elyse. She's a lovely woman. But your dad? We've been together and engaged for months and I've still never met him. To me, he's the Mr. Anderson, the man who may or may not have mafia connections. The man who has 'guys'," Kurt said with air quotes. "Guys who, you know, who get stuff done. Much scarier than an audience at Nationals."

"Well, none of those guys will be there. It's just us and my parents. I'm just glad I got you to agree to come with me," Blaine said, pulling up to what should be considered a palace, but Kurt was sure they just referred to it as a house. "The Anderson estate," Blaine announced.

Kurt stood corrected. "Estate, huh?" he said, swallowing hard.

"Yeah, when it's twenty acres and the house has ten bedrooms, it kind of qualifies as an estate," Blaine said, rolling his eyes. He might like the benefits of having a lot of money, but he certainly didn't like the trappings.

Blaine parked the car and they went up to the door, Kurt tugging nervously at his suit jacket.

"You look fine, baby," Blaine assured him, taking his hand. He opened the door and walked in.

"Kiki?" he called.

"Kiki?" Kurt whispered.

"Her real name is Cheryl, but her sister started calling her Kiki, I heard it once and it stuck," Blaine explained.

"Yeah, but that doesn't tell me who Kiki is," Kurt clarified.

Blaine laughed. "Oh, sorry, she's the housekeeper. My parents hired her when our old housekeeper died. They loved her so much, well at least Mother did, that they let her and her boyfriend move in. She's been here ever since."

"Blaine, sweetie, I'm so glad you're home. Your mother is driving me crazy," a petite woman said, her honey brown hair, cut in a cute bob around her face. She walked up to them and kissed Blaine on the cheek. "This must be Kurt! Hi honey," she said, kissing Kurt's cheek. "You're right, he is a hottie," she said with a wink.

"Nice to meet you," Kurt said, his face bright red.

"Tone it down, Kiki. He's taken and so are you," Blaine teased her.

"I know that. But sheesh, just cause you're on a diet doesn't mean you can't look at the menu," she said, sizing Kurt up again.

"And how is Darren?" Blaine asked pointedly.

"Hot as ever. We're thinking about going to Vegas next week. They do some sort of scavenger hunt through one of the casino's and Darren just can't let go of the idea," Kiki said, rolling her eyes. "Now, come on, you two. Elyse and Stefan are in the lounge. We need to get in there before they are forced to talk to each other."

They walked into a large room decorated tastefully, but minimally. Chaises, wing-back chairs, and a few small tables were all that was in the room. Stefan was standing at a small bar off to the side, pouring scotch into a cup.

"Blaine and Mr. Hummel to see you," Kiki said formally before winking at them and walking away.

"Mother, Father, it's good to see you," Blaine said.

"You're late," Stefan Anderson said, turning around. His gray hair was cropped short, his eyes the same honey-gold color that Blaine's were. Though Stefan Anderson's eyes had none of the warmth or playfulness that was most often seen in Blaine's nowadays. His eyes reminded Kurt of when he'd first met Blaine. Those were not friendly eyes.

"Actually, Father, we are right on time," Blaine said easily, checking his watch.

His father made a noncommittal sound.

"Blaine, Kurt, it's so good to see you again," Elyse said, rising gracefully and coming over to give them an air kiss over each of their cheeks. "Kurt, you look good. No more limp, I see."

"No, ma'am. My ankle has healed well," Kurt said quietly.

They stood there quietly for a moment.

"Father, this is my fiancé, Kurt Hummel," Blaine said, steering Kurt toward his father with his hand on the small of his back. He realized his father was going to be rude and not introduce himself or welcome Kurt to his home, so Blaine would have to make the effort.

"Sir, it's nice to finally meet you," Kurt said, offering his hand, trying to control the quivers running through it.

"Hmm," Stefan said, shaking his hand limply. "Hummel, huh? Any relation to the Charleston Hummel's?"

"Not that I know of, sir. My family is all from Ohio," Kurt said, trying not to let the insult of his handshake sting.

"Ohio. No one important is from Ohio," Stefan mused, draining his Scotch in one swallow and walking back toward the bar.

"Actually, yes, someone important is from Ohio," Blaine said hotly. "His name is Kurt Hummel and he is going to be my husband. Now I came here to introduce you to Kurt and I've done that. I wish I hadn't, but at least we won't ever have to repeat this again. Mother, you are more than welcome to the wedding, as well as Kiki, but don't bring him," he said. Taking Kurt's hand, they turned and walked back to the door. Kiki was waiting there, a small basket of baked treats in her hands.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," she said sympathetically, hugging them both quickly.

"Please come to the wedding," Kurt said, accepting the basket she offered him.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world. You boys take care," she said, holding the door for them.

The visit had lasted less than ten minutes and only two of it was in the presence of Blaine's father. Kurt offered to drive back to their hotel, but Blaine said he needed the distraction. They ordered room service and sat down to the quiet dinner.

Blaine dropped his napkin after only a couple bites. "Kurt, I am so damn sorry."

"Why?" Kurt asked. "Because of your dad?"

"Yeah. He had no right to treat you like that. He can be an asshole to me all he wants, but there was no call to be so rude to you," Blaine said, putting his head in his hands.

Kurt came around the small table they were sitting at. He knelt next to Blaine and wrapped his arms around him. "I don't care, sweetie. Yes, I wish he'd embraced me and told me how excited he was to become my father-in-law, but I knew going in that this would most likely be the outcome."

Blaine pushed Kurt away so he could look in his eyes. "You figured you'd get treated like garbage?"

"Well, I didn't know for certain, but I knew he had some problems with you, so why would I expect any different," Kurt said simply, putting Blaine's hand on his face and rubbing against it.

"Then why would you even come?" Blaine had to know.

"Why do I do anything? For you. Everything I do is for you," Kurt said with a smile. "I love you."

Blaine leaned down until their foreheads rested against each other. "I love you, too. You are amazing, you know that?"

"I know I have an amazing fiancé," Kurt grinned.

"I want you, Kurt," Blaine said suddenly, a fire lighting in his golden eyes. "Now."

Kurt's mouth went dry at the intense look Blaine was giving him. "Okay."

"I want you like I wanted you that first night at the party. Remember, when we grinded against each other until we came in our pants?" Blaine whispered against his ear, licking at the shell of flesh.

"Um. Uh huh," Kurt whimpered.

"I want to fuck you up against the wall, nothing between us," Blaine breathed.

"O-Okay," Kurt said.

"Take your clothes off," Blaine commanded.

Kurt felt his cock harden almost immediately at the order. Blaine walked over and plugged his iPod into the entertainment system and Kurt heard the music come on. If possible, he got harder as he quickly began to strip. Somehow, Blaine still managed to beat him, coming over completely nude to yank Kurt's pants off the rest of the way. He stood and yanked Kurt's mouth to his, tilting his head so their lips met perfectly, his tongue plunging hotly into Kurt's. Moaning loudly, Kurt met the deep thrusts of Blaine's tongue, enjoying the feeling of being dominated.

I wanna do it till the sun comes up

Till we're both so good and sweaty we can't stand up

I wanna do it till we're both about to drop

As long as we're caught in together we're never gonna stop.

I wanna go until the neighbors all complain

Cause they heard somebody screaming and they think we're both in pain

I wanna go so long your parents think you died

There gonna call the cops the CIA and then the FBI

Blaine walked Kurt backwards until his heated skin touched the cold wall, making him gasp. When Blaine nipped at his bottom lip, Kurt couldn't help the whimper that escaped him. Blaine growled softly, leaving his mouth to bite his way down Kurt's long neck, settling in to suck a large bruise at his collar bone.

Yeah, we're gonna love it when the lights go down

Hold on here we go

Yeah, we're gonna go until our legs give out

Round and round we go

Yeah, we're gonna do it hanging upside down

Up and down we go

Yeah, we're getting ready for the next go round

Round and round we go

The music pulsed around them, seeming to spur Blaine on to kiss and suck at his skin almost violently, Kurt crying out at each touch, his cock throbbing with need.

"Blaine, please, fuck me," Kurt begged, knowing that he would come if Blaine kept at this.

"God, yes, I'll fuck you," Blaine promised, his voice gruff with need.

He reached around to grab Kurt's ass and lifted him easily against the wall. Kurt wrapped his long legs around his waist, arms around Blaine's neck. Now it was Kurt's time to suck and lick at Blaine's ear and neck, enjoying the harsh sounds that came from deep in his throat.

Shut the windows lock the doors unplug the phone

For all intents and purposes there ain't no body home

Then we can do it till the batteries are gone

And borrow two from the TV remote to throw this thing back on

I wanna cover you with jello in the tub

We can roll around for hours without ever coming up

I want you naked with your favorite heels on

Slap John Deere across my ass and ride me up and down the lawn

Blaine slicked up his fingers, Kurt didn't know how, but he didn't care as he plunged two fingers inside Kurt. Kurt screeched at the half pain, half pleasure that engulfed him. Blaine paused, only giving him a moment to adjust, before thrusting his fingers in and out quickly, sucking yet another bruise into his skin, this one just above his nipple. Kurt panted, unable to fathom how Blaine was able to keep him up when he was already a pile of mush.

"Okay, I'm ready, get in me now," Kurt begged from between clenched teeth.

Yeah, we're gonna love it when the lights go down

Hold on here we go

Yeah, we're gonna go until our legs give out

Round and round we go

Yeah, we're gonna do it hanging upside down

Up and down we go

Yeah, we're getting ready for the next go round

Round and round we go

"Yes," Blaine said simply before lowering Kurt directly onto his cock. They both cried out, shuddering together as Blaine filled him to capacity. "Shit, baby, you are so fucking tight."

"Uh," was all Kurt could manage. Kurt began bucking against Blaine immediately, thrusting his hips up and down. Blaine took the hint and leaned Kurt more into the wall so he could drive into him, pounding his cock into Kurt until they were both almost crying. Over and over, he plunged into him, panting Kurt's name in time to his thrusts.

Yeah, we're gonna love it when the lights go down

Hold on here we go

Yeah, we're gonna go until our legs give out

Round and round we go

Yeah, we're gonna do it hanging upside down

Up and down we go

Yeah, we're getting ready for the next go round

Round and round we go

"Oh fuck, Kurt, I'm gonna come," Blaine threatened.

Kurt reached down and stroked himself with a tight fist. "Oh god, just another minute," he begged.

Blaine added a twist to his hips as he drove into Kurt, hitting just where Kurt needed him to, causing them both to cry out and Kurt didn't need another minute. He came almost violently, spraying him and Blaine with thick white streaks.

"Damn, baby," Blaine gritted out, seeing him come. The pulsing around his cock was too much and he thrust in as hard as he could, shouting as he came deep inside Kurt.

He balanced them against the wall for another moment before he felt his legs giving out. He grinned, knowing that's just what the song had predicted. Using the last of his strength, he carried Kurt to the bed, knowing by how Kurt was sagged against him, that he wouldn't be able to walk. He laid him down and walked to get a wash cloth, cleaning them both up. Staggering back to the bed after turning the stereo off, he collapsed next to Kurt who immediately curled up next to him, his head fitting perfectly in the curve of Blaine's shoulder.

"I love you," Kurt whispered.

"I love you, too, baby," Blaine answered as they both fell asleep.

. . . . .

One month later...

Kurt's hands were shaking. He didn't have any idea how many hours he'd been sitting there, staring. His freshman year of college was almost over. There was only three weeks until the wedding, all the invitations were sent out, RSVP's were received. He knew there was still planning and studying he should be doing, but he couldn't, not right now. Not when everything had the potential to change. All because of the letter he held in his hands.

Blaine came through the door. "I'm home, babe," he called, throwing his backpack on the table.

"In here," Kurt said, staring at the white piece of paper.

"How was your day? Kurt? What's wrong, baby?" Blaine asked, rushing over when he saw the look on Kurt's pale face.

"We have our plans made, don't we?" Kurt asked quietly. "We're going to get married, go on our honeymoon, then you are going to start on your book, while I go back to school."

Blaine had finally figured out what he wanted to do in life and that was write. Kurt had read some of the essays he'd written for school and other short stories he'd done over the years and he'd encouraged him to go for it. Blaine planned to write a biography and when he'd sent the proposal off to a couple agents, one had snatched it up. A publisher had already been found and the deal was made. Blaine was going to be an author in six month's time. He was taking a year off college to write and have time to promote it. It had all been so sudden and so amazing that neither of them had questioned that it was meant to be. Kurt had given his permission for his own story to be included since their stories were now one.

But now, now all that could change. Their stories might end up being separate after all.

"Yeah, that's the plan, Kurt. What's going on?" Blaine was truly concerned, seeing tears shining in Kurt's eyes.

Kurt handed him the letter wordlessly. Blaine scanned it quickly and turned to stare at Kurt.

Tears overflowed his eyes and Kurt looked at him, his heart breaking. "I can't say no, Blaine."