Hands grasping, clawing at him, at his face, his skin. They were laughing at him, taunting him for thinking he could get away from them. Hazy faces pushing at him, enjoying the pain pulsing through his body. He cried out, screaming at the top of his lungs, but he knew it would do no good. This was where he would spend eternity. There would be no escape.

"Kurt," they taunted, pulling at him.

"Come on, Kurt," voices kept calling as they were pushing at him, hurting him.

"Kurt, baby, wake up!"It sounded like one of his attackers, it couldn't be trusted.

"Kurt, it's Jason and Blaine, come on, buddy, you gotta wake up," a familiar voice said.

"Jason?" he asked, wondering what was going on.

"It's me, bud, open those peepers for me," Jason said warmly. He sighed in relief as Kurt's eyes fluttered open. "Hey there good looking, you had us pretty worried. Helluva nightmare you were having, huh?"

"Are you and Colton screwing?" Kurt asked blearily, his mind a haze.

He heard a choked off chuckle, a gasp, and a half shriek.

"Um, well, the answer to that is no. But I thank you for showing us that you are, indeed, awake," Jason said diplomatically, his face fire-engine red.

"I'm sorry, Jason. Colton. My brain's kinda fuzzy," Kurt mumbled.

"It's okay, baby, we knew it would be awkward this morning, we just didn't realize it would be you making it awkward," Blaine said, rubbing his arm.

Kurt's brain was still fuzzy and all he knew was the familiar asshole tone of Blaine's voice and the unfamiliar touch on his arm. He screamed and was out of bed, cowering in the corner, in a matter of seconds.

"Kurt!" Blaine cried, his face shocked and horrified. "Are you alright?"

"Kurt, nobody here is going to hurt you, okay?" Jason said, coming toward him with a hand raised.

Kurt saw Colton's wide blue eyes over on Jason's bed, staring at him as if he were an alien. Jason looked like he was approaching a wild animal and Blaine looked like he'd been sucker punched.

"Blaine?" His mind was clearing and his face lit on fire as he realized what he'd done, how far he'd overreacted. "Oh my god, Blaine, I'm so sorry."

Taking a deep breath, Blaine blinked slowly and a smile appeared on his face. "No harm, no foul, Kurt. As long as you're okay. You've been through enough and I freaked you out."

Kurt scrambled to his feet and threw himself in Blaine's arms. "I'm so sorry, Blaine," he whispered in his ear. "I'm still yours, right?"

"You're still mine," Blaine confirmed.

Kurt let the tears that had built up spill over. He was shivering from the aftermath of the nightmare and the fear that he might have driven Blaine away. It shocked him how quickly Blaine had become an integral part of his life.

"We're gonna go get some coffee for everyone," Colton said quietly.

Kurt felt Blaine nod, and the door closed behind them. "Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"Please forgive me?" Kurt pleaded, not wanting to ruin the beautiful beginning that it seemed they were having.

"Kurt, there is nothing to forgive," Blaine said gruffly.

"But I screamed and ran from you," Kurt muttered, embarrassed to even have to repeat what he'd done.

"And there would have been no call for you to do that if I hadn't bullied you. If this is anyone's fault, it's mine, Kurt, okay?" He put a finger and tilted Kurt's chin up until he was staring into his watery blue eyes. "Okay?"

"Okay," Kurt said. "Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"Kiss me?"

"Okay," Blaine said with a small smile and gently put his lips to Kurt's. As their lips moved against each other, it seemed to heal something in Kurt. It made the nightmare move back into the recesses of his mind where it might not haunt him as badly as it would have otherwise.

"I liked falling asleep next to you," Kurt said quietly when their lips parted.

"Me too. You're soft," Blaine said, his gold eyes twinkling.

"I am not," Kurt said defensively. He lifted his arm and showed Blaine a truly impressive bicep that he'd had no idea was hiding in there.

"Okay, I take that back. Your skin is soft. Not like mine," he said, rubbing his calloused hand over Kurt's soft forearm.

"Only because you play the guitar and box. Blaine?" Kurt said, his eyes lighting up.

"Yeah?"

"Will you teach me how to box? To fight? Like self defense kind of stuff?" Kurt asked hopefully.

Blaine saw merit in giving Kurt some confidence in himself if he learned how to really fight. And maybe Blaine could teach him a corrupt move here and there in case anyone tried to pull any crap with him. Then the thought of Kurt being topless, working out, lifting weights, made him harden. "Absolutely. I'll teach you anything you want to know," he said, swallowing hard. You pervert, the guy just woke up from a nightmare, for which you are partially responsible and you're picturing him half naked, sweaty, needing to shower, naked, soap suds.... Jesus, Anderson, get a grip, he lectured himself.

Colton and Jason came back in with coffee and the four of them made small talk as they let the caffeine work its magic.

"So, Kurt, there was something we wanted to talk to you about," Blaine said, after a nod from Jason.

"Okay," Kurt said curiously.

"My mom knows some people in this area. People to talk to when you've been through something hard, like you have been. Only to talk and listen, nothing more," Blaine said, hoping he got it out right.

Kurt stiffened. "Like a psychiatrist or something?"

"A counselor. Someone trained to listen to whatever you want to talk about. It's not about deciding sanity or drugs or anything like that. Just someone to talk to," he tried to reassure Kurt.

"I think it would be good for you, buddy," Jason said gently and Colton nodded from his side.

Kurt's eyes watered. "Do you guys think I'm crazy or something?" His voice broke.

"God, no, baby! You've been through hell, though, and I think it would help to talk to someone. Someone who doesn't have pre-formed opinions of you, someone outside your personal life who can be objective and maybe have some words of wisdom for you," Blaine said, holding his hand, rubbing the soft skin on the back of it.

"Just to talk to?" Kurt affirmed.

"Just talking," Blaine, Jason, and Colton nodded.

"What if they are mean to me?" Kurt asked, almost as if he were testing them.

"Then you stop going," Blaine said, not mentioning the fact that they would just find someone else.

"Okay," Kurt said quietly.

"Okay?" Jason asked?

"Yeah, okay, I'll go. I'll give this person a chance. Is it a guy or a girl?" he asked nervously.

Since Blaine's mom had specified that a female would be more non-threatening to Kurt, that helped them make the decision of who to send Kurt to. Blaine had found the name in his email and was doing some background work on the woman on his phone when Kurt had starting having the nightmare that morning.

"A lady. Her name is Juliet Clark," Blaine told him.

"Juliet, huh? Well, I hope she doesn't start whining about her Romeo, cuz this is on my dime," Kurt said, his nose in the air. Blaine was delighted by the show of attitude. He would also leave out the key fact that he was covering the cost of the counseling, not Kurt. If this was one way he could make up for what he'd done, than he would gladly pay millions.

"Would you feel up to seeing her today? Before Warbler's?" Blaine asked, hoping it wasn't pushing him too fast.

"Ugh. I guess so. She better not make me cry, because if I have to sing with a blotchy face, I'm going to very irritated," Kurt said in his bitch tone. Everyone laughed because they knew he was speaking the truth.

. . . . .

"Do I have to do this?" Kurt asked nervously, staring at the building in front of them.

"I would like it if you gave it a try," Blaine said carefully.

"Nice way to hedge, there, Blaine," he said dryly, causing Blaine to laugh.

"I just really think it could help you is all, Kurt," Blaine said, smiling gently at him.

"Alright. And you'll wait for me, right?"

"Right here," Blaine reassured him.

"Okay. Here I go. Into the lion's den," he said morosely, smiling as the sound of Blaine's laughter followed him out of the car. He twisted his hands together nervously, trying not to think about what this person was going to think of him. Juliet. What kind of name was that anyway? Some teenage girl missing her heartthrob decides to become a counselor? Shit, maybe he should just keep cutting for all the use this would do him. He mentally shook himself. Blaine had asked him to give it a try and he would. For Blaine. Even if it proved completely useless and pointless. Could this lady have him committed? Oh crap, what was he getting himself into? He steeled himself and went through the front door.

. . . . .

Jason: Is he out yet?

Blaine: Not yet.

Jason: Do you think it went well?

Blaine: How the hell am I supposed to know Jason? I'm not a fucking fly on the fucking wall!

Jason: Nervous?

Blaine: A bit. Yeah. Oh crap, there he is!

Jason: Has he been crying?

Blaine: Looks like he might have a little. But he's smiling a little too. Text you later.

Jason: Okay.

Blaine dropped his phone and reached over to open the passenger door. Kurt got in and Blaine was blown away by the elegance and grace Kurt always exuded. Even a motion as simple as getting into a car was made beautiful.

"You look more nervous than I did when I went in there," Kurt said with a grin.

"I am not," Blaine snapped.

"Uh huh. Okay, well if you're not nervous, than I really don't need to tell you what happened, now do I?" Kurt retorted.

"You damn well better tell me," Blaine said threateningly, before seeing the wicked gleam in Kurt's eyes.

"Juliet says that people threatening me in my personal life isn't a good thing, Blaine. Maybe you aren't good for my recovery," Kurt deadpanned.

"I'm the best damn thing for your recovery," Blaine bit out, yanking Kurt to him, kissing him roughly. Kurt's giggles interrupted the kiss and Blaine sat back in disgust. "Do you have any idea how worried I've been out here?"

"I'm sorry," Kurt chuckled. "It went well. Juliet is really nice and more importantly, she doesn't think I'm crazy. She just thinks I need someone to talk to. I'm going to see her again in a couple days and she gave me her number in case I need to talk to her in between visits."

Blaine held back a cheer, settling for a wise looking nod. "Good. I'm glad it went well. Ready to sing?"

"I am," Kurt said, cheerily.

Blaine thanked everyone and everything he could think of that it had been successful. He only hoped it would continue and maybe even be able to stop someday.

He turned the stereo up and drove back to campus. They rushed into Warbler's practice only a few minutes late. Blaine waved to Kurt to find a seat and had a quiet word with Mr. Schuester. He nodded and said he understood when Blaine told him Kurt might be late to practice a couple times per week. He then asked another question and Mr. Schue agreed with a smile.

"Looks like Blaine is going to start us off today," he announced.

Blaine bounded up on the stage, for once looking excited to sing and not just being there out of habit. He went to the microphone and smiled at Kurt.

"This is for you, baby," he announced. At the hoots and catcalls, he flipped his teammates off, and motioned to the band.

This time, I wonder what it feels like

To find the one in this life, the one we all dream of

But dreams just aren't enough

So I'll be waiting for the real thing, I'll know it by the feeling

The moment when we're meeting, will play out like a scene

Straight off the silver screen

So I'll be holding my breath, right up 'til the end

Until that moment when, I find the one that I'll spend forever with

Cause nobody wants to be the last one there

Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares

Someone to love with my life in their hands

There's gotta be somebody for me like that

Cause nobody wants to do it on their own

And everyone wants to know they're not alone

There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere

There's gotta be somebody for me out there

Blaine points at Kurt and tries to put all of his rusty emotions to use in his voice. At some cue, Puck, Trent, Colton and Wes jumped on the stage and began singing backup.

Tonight, out on the street, out in the moonlight

And dammit this feels too right, it's just like déja vu

Me standing here with you

So I'll be holding my breath, could this be the end?

Is it that moment when, I find the one that I'll spend forever with

You can't give up, (when you're looking for) a diamond in the rough (cause you never know)

When it shows up, (make sure you're holding on)

Cause it could be the one, the one you're waiting on

Cause nobody wants to be the last one there

And everyone wants to feel like someone cares

Someone to love with my life in their hands

There's gotta be somebody for me, oh

Nobody wants to go it on their own

And everyone wants to know they're not alone

There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere

There's gotta be somebody for me out there

Nobody wants to be the last one there

Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares

There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere

There's gotta be somebody for me out there

"I am yours," Kurt mouthed to Blaine, blinking through tears. Blaine mouthed back Mine before breaking into a wide grin.

. . . . .

"Jason?"

"What's up? Need some more help on your French homework?" Jason offered from his desk, looking over at where Colton was studying on his bed. He tried not to think about how they hadn't talked about sleeping together last night, but had simply laid down together. It had been the best night of sleep he'd had in ages.

"Jason, sorry, but your French sucks. When I asked you how to say 'I can't come to work today', you told me 'I have a green rash in my socks'. Now, I don't know if you have a history with STD's in your feet, but that's some pretty crappy French," Colton said, chuckling.

"Well, then why'd you even bother to ask," Jason mumbled.

"Because I was trying to flirt with you," Colton declared shamelessly. "Now, what I really wanted to know is if you wanted to head down for a bite to eat or if we should order in."

"What is this?" Jason asked, turning fully around and looking Colton in the eye.

"What is what?" he asked.

Jason motioned between them. "This. Us. Studying, putting models together," he coughed. "Sleeping together."

Colton was quiet for a moment. "Does it have to be anything?"

Jason sighed. "I guess not. But it feels like something."

"What does it feel like?"

"I don't know," the tall man said.

He was usually so expressive and sure of himself; it made Colton curious. He moved to the edge of the bed. "Well, when we spend time together, studying or painting models, how do you feel? Good or bad?"

"Good," Jason said without hesitation. "I've never had a friend interested in models before. It's been awesome."

Colton smiled. "Good. Now, how does it feel when we, when we sleep together," he asked, a bit more hesitant. He didn't want to force Jason into any sort of life choice he wasn't willing to make. But he'd be lying if he admitted he wasn't staking his heart on Jason's answer to this question.

Jason sighed heavily and ran his long fingers through his hair. Colton had come to know this frustrated movement, just like he knew that he hummed a little in the back of his throat when he was content. He first heard that sound when they'd snuggled together and it had thrilled him to no end.

"Okay. If I think of it as two guys sleeping together, I'm a bit uncomfortable. If I think of it as you, Colton, and me, Jason, enjoying our time together, than I guess I like it," he said honestly.

Colton closed his eyes for a moment, trying to contain the joy he felt at Jason's words. "Alright. Now that's out of the way. If there ever comes a time when one of us doesn't enjoy... spending time together, then we won't."

Jason nodded, looking like he was giving it some serious thought. "Okay. Then I want to order in Chinese. I, uh, want to enjoy spending time together tonight."

Colton grinned and reached for his phone. He held out hope that someday, maybe 'spending time' would mean more than snuggling. But for now, it was more than enough.

. . . . .

"Are you sure Wes will be gone all night?" Kurt asked as Blaine let them in his dorm.

"Yeah, I'm sure. He's at his girlfriend's until tomorrow. Jason's text said he needed some time with Colton, so we aren't going to disrupt that."

Kurt colored. "Do you think they're doing it?"

"Doing it? Really, Kurt? How old are you again? Five?" Blaine teased, then realized his tone might have been a bit sharp. "Maybe they are."

"Yes, Blaine, doing it. Sheesh. Making love. Having sex. Fucking. It's all the same thing as doing it. So, shove it up your cute ass," Kurt bit out.

"I know something you could shove up my cute ass," Blaine said, wiggling his eyebrows at Kurt, reaching for him and wrapping his arms around him.

"What. Ever," Kurt said, leaning in to kiss him. "You know what?"

"What?" Blaine asked, nuzzling his neck.

"I asked Juliet about sex."

Blaine coughed. "You did what?"

"I asked her if she thought it would be bad for me to have sex. You know, bad for recovery and whatnot," Kurt said.

Blaine tried to not swallow his own tongue waiting for the answer. "And she said?"

"Oh, she said, I can do whatever I feel comfortable with. As long as whomever I'm with knows that I may need to stop at any point," Kurt said, smiling at him sweetly.

Groaning, Blaine leaned his head against Kurt's. "And what do you feel comfortable with, Kurt?" he asked, feeling like he might die before the end of this conversation.

"Fucking."

Blaine actually stumbled back. Kurt laughed loudly at the shocked look on Blaine's face.

"Well, I could have said I wanted to do it. Or make love. Or have sex. But you seem to like being pretty straight forward about things. So, yes, Blaine. I'd like to fuck if you aren't too busy," Kurt said, a haughty look on his face.

Taking a couple of steps, Blaine collapsed on his bed. Kurt giggled again, holding his hand to his mouth when he heard how high pitched he was. He went over to Blaine and crawled on top of him, straddling his hips. "What do you say, Blaine? Busy?"

"Hell yes, I'm busy," Blaine growled, jerking Kurt off his lap and rolling them until Kurt was underneath him. He slanted his mouth over Kurt's and immediately began stroking their tongues together. Suddenly, he pulled back. "All you have to do is say no or stop, okay, baby? Or push me or punch me, whatever. I will stop the moment you need me to, okay?"

Seeing the utter determination and sincerity in Blaine's eyes touched Kurt. He put his hand on Blaine's cheek and smiled sweetly. "Thank you."

Blaine leaned down and slowly kissed him, drawing each touch out, every motion deliberate and meant to inflame. Kurt was panting in seconds as Blaine drew his bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on it before letting go. Slipping his tongue in Blaine's mouth, Kurt was determined to get some sounds out of him. Thrusting his tongue against Blaine's until he responded, Kurt quickly sucked Blaine's tongue into his mouth. He moved his head back and forth, fucking against Blaine's tongue until a hoarse moan broke from his throat. Kurt congratulated himself. He may be a virgin, but he wasn't incapable.

Within minutes they divested themselves of their clothes and come together again. They both cried out at the heat of their bodies touching. Blaine dragged his tongue up the side of Kurt's neck, loving the salty sweet taste of him. Plunging his tongue into Kurt's mouth, he explored every hot recess available to him before leaving his heat. He rose up on his knees and nibbled his way down Kurt's neck, loving each and every gasp and high pitched moan escaping his man. "Mine," he muttered, kissing and licking his way to Kurt's nipples. The man bucked under him as Blaine suckled at his nipple, puckering the skin before paying the same loving attention to his other nipple.

"Blaine," Kurt whimpered.

"Okay?" Blaine gasped.

"Okayyyyy," Kurt affirmed, undulating his hips under him.

"Ah fuck," Blaine muttered at the sensation. Kurt's hips had always done something to him and were more than doing something to him now. Trying to ignore the desire to plunge into him now, he licked his way down to the small puddle of pre-come resting on Kurt's abdomen. He lapped it up, a satisfied sound echoing out of his throat. Kurt gasped and rotated his hips again, desperately seeking friction. In one sure stroke, Blaine licked the entire length of Kurt's cock, loving the shudder it produced.

Kurt couldn't take anymore. He knew Blaine wanted to take his time, but he needed something and he needed it now. He reached down and forcefully grabbed Blaine's cock before stroking it. Blaine had to stop what he was doing, the sensations overwhelmed him so much. Kurt pumped him for a moment before bringing his wet fingers to his lips and loudly sucking each one clean. Blaine watched him and groaned, not allowing him to finish before thrusting his tongue between Kurt's hot lips, tasting himself on the other man's tongue. It was a heady taste and it made his cock throb in response.

"More, Blaine. Please more," Kurt whimpered.

"Yeah, okay," Blaine agreed, dizzy with desire. He reached over to his side table drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom. He left the condom on the table within easy reach. Even in his aroused state he didn't want Kurt feeling pressured.

He expertly lubed up his fingers while kissing Kurt. "You sure, baby?"

"Fingers, now, Blaine," Kurt grunted against his lips.

"You just say the word...,"

"Blaine," Kurt growled, his voice a full octave lower than normal.

"Fingers, right," Blaine muttered, kissing him deeply for a moment. "Try to relax, okay, baby?"

"I've fingered myself before, Blaine, don't worry, I know what to expect," Kurt gasped out.

Blaine groaned loudly at the pictures that produced. That was fodder for a lifetime of jerking off at least. He lightly touched Kurt with one finger, causing him to buck. At his insistent movements, Blaine pushed his finger in up to the second knuckle. He paused, allowing Kurt's tight, hot heat a moment to adjust. Kurt uttered that he was ready and Blaine slowly eased a second finger in before pausing again. This time Kurt took control by thrusting himself down onto Blaine's fingers. They both cried out loudly, before Blaine smashed their mouths together. Kurt kept up his rhythm and the feel of his hips moving under him nearly drove Blaine mad. Kurt whispered for another finger and Blaine slipped a third finger into him and gasped as Kurt immediately plunged himself down fully onto all three fingers. He fucked himself down onto Blaine's fingers until they were both sweating and crying out against each other.

"Baby," Blaine moaned against his mouth.

"I'm ready for you, Blaine," Kurt whispered. He knew Blaine needed to hear the words from him. And he was ready. He wasn't afraid, wasn't having any flashbacks or worries. The moment was perfect.

Blaine looked into his eyes and saw such naked desire, he had to swallow. He stared for a moment, looking for any sign of fear or hesitation before he nodded.

He rose up and was surprised when Kurt slid the open condom onto his thick length. Kurt smirked at him before wrapping a lube covered hand around him and stroking several times. Blaine was close to losing it when Kurt finally let go.

Taking a deep breath, he lined himself up against Kurt's hole. Biting his lip to retain control over himself, he eased into Kurt's hot, extremely tight depths. His sight actually dimmed for a moment with the pleasure coursing through his body.

Kurt keened loudly at the feeling of being utterly filled. Blaine's thick length was more than his fingers had ever prepared him for. But other than a slight burn, it didn't hurt. It just felt incredible; full, hot and incredible.

"Okay?" Blaine breathed in his ear.

Kurt could hear the strain in his voice and thrilled at the thought that he was causing the sensations driving him crazy. "Okay," he whispered back, before rotating his hips.

Blaine gripped his hip tightly. "Holy crap, I almost just came," he gasped out. "Let me move. You and these hips will kill me before we can really enjoy this."

Kurt smiled through his desire. "'kay." He reached his arms around Blaine and rested his palms on his ass, massaging the round, tight flesh. He'd always been a huge fan of Blaine's ass and it did not disappoint.

Blaine moaned again and began a gentle rhythm of pushing and releasing. Feeling it from the inside and through Blaine's ass on the outside was an intense sensation for Kurt. Though Blaine claimed Kurt's hips would kill him, Blaine's undulating hips were nothing to miss out on.

"Look at me," Blaine said.

Blue green eyes met gold ones in the dim light. Their eyes stayed on each other through each plunge of Blaine's cock into Kurt. Every stroke, every tightening of Kurt's nails on Blaine's ass. Through every moment, their eyes stayed on each other. Blaine was about to lose it when Kurt's eyes widened and he cried out, coming between them. Feeling the pulsating in the tightness surrounding him pushed Blaine clear over the edge and he yelled Kurt's name as he came with more force than he ever had before. He was sure he'd get complaints from his neighbors, but they could all fuck off. The throbbing went on for several long seconds, milking him dry. The feel of Kurt's body around him, the way he welcomed Blaine into him brought tears to his eyes, it had been so intense. He came to rest gently against Kurt, who wrapped his arms and legs fully around Blaine. Blaine's breath shuddered out of him and he kissed Kurt's damp temple.

"Thank you," he whispered, leaning up to look into the contented blue eyes below him.

"For what?" Kurt asked with a lazy smile.

"For trusting me," Blaine said gruffly. "For letting me be your first."

"I do trust you, Blaine. And thank you for making it the most intense, beautiful experience anyone has ever had," Kurt responded.

"Kurt, I, I think I love you," he whispered, fear suddenly churning in his gut. He'd never said those words to anyone before. Even his parents hadn't heard the words since he was a tiny kid.

"I love you, too, Blaine," Kurt said, kissing him softly.

Blaine stared at him, blinking rapidly for several moments. Finally back in control of his emotions, he gently eased out of Kurt, who winced at the discomfort.

"Come on baby, let's get you into the shower," he said, quickly disposing of the condom and lifting Kurt from the bed.

"Okay," Kurt whispered happily.