Kurt was splayed out in front of him like a feast. His limbs were loose, away from his body so he almost looked spread-eagle. His broad shoulders and the light muscles were visible. His pale chest and pink nipples made Blaine's mouth water. His eyes continued on their path, noting the luscious V of his abs and hips meeting. And his cock lay thick and hard, so long it touched his belly button. His long legs, those gorgeous long limbs that could wrap around him or do a high kick. He loved Kurt's legs.

"You look delicious," Blaine muttered thickly.

"As do you," Kurt said, his blue-green eyes dark with lust and need. "What are you going to do about it? That is the question."

"No moving," Blaine warned sternly.

Kurt's eyes lit up at the order and nodded.

Blaine grabbed Kurt's ankle and kissed it, moved up a few inches and planting another wet kiss before repeating the pattern all the way up Kurt's leg. When he got to his pale thigh, right under his sack, Blaine licked and nuzzled into the warm flesh, nibbling softly. Kurt was whimpering, aching for Blaine to touch his cock. Instead, Blaine continued kissing and licking, laving the skin with his tongue. At the V at his abdomen, he stopped to pay homage, licking the line, and sucking the flesh into his mouth, leaving his mark. He kissed across to the other side, coming within an inch of Kurt's cock. He heard Kurt gasp hopefully and then groan loudly when Blaine simply licked across his abdomen and continued on to the other half of his V, sucking a similar bruise into the pale skin. Blaine sat back up and nodded his approval at the bruises. He loved marking Kurt. He bent back down and returned to his licking, kissing, and nibbling down the inside of Kurt's thigh, knee, calf, and ankle. When he sat up again, Kurt was breathing harshly and he was biting his lip and Blaine knew he was trying not to move. He also knew if he told Kurt he could move now, Kurt would attack him. But he wasn't done adoring his beautiful body yet, even though his own cock was standing at full attention. He grinned wickedly. Moving up Kurt's body to go after his neck, he straddled one of Kurt's legs and lined their bodies up so their cocks just brushed against each other. Blaine groaned louder than Kurt, but he stayed strong and nuzzled into Kurt's neck, giving him more bruises. Kurt was whimpering constantly at this point. Blaine slanted their mouths against each other and plunged his tongue into Kurt's panting mouth. They both sighed at the contact of their mouths. Kurt's tongue swept around Blaine's mouth, licking along the roof of his mouth and sucking on his tongue. Blaine fucked their tongues together as Kurt sucked. Soon they were crying out against each other.

"Blaine, baby, please. Shit, I think I'm going to die if you don't fuck me," Kurt gritted out.

"Where's the lube? Crap! We just bought a new bottle and it's in the kitchen," Blaine moaned, resting his forehead on Kurt's.

"Fuck lube, we're both wet enough to make it okay," Kurt insisted.

"Babe, are you sure? I don't want to hurt you," he said and they both whined when Blaine moved his hips closer to Kurt's letting their cocks slide together wetly.

"Blaine, if you don't get inside me right now, I am going to get bitchy," Kurt warned, his lust blown eyes serious.

"Alright, alright. I was just worried for you," Blaine said. He slid between Kurt's legs and stroked both of their cocks to collect all their pre-come. He stroked himself and used his wet fingers to gently slide a finger inside Kurt.

"Oh god, more Blaine, more or I'll just come right now," Kurt gritted out.

Blaine gingerly slid another finger in, only to have Kurt fuck himself down onto the two fingers.

"You okay?" Blaine asked, needing to know.

"God yes, another please," Kurt gasped. He whined loudly when Blaine pulled his fingers out and then inserted three at once. "Oh my god!"

"Holy shit you are gorgeous when you're all strung out, needing me," Blaine said hoarsely. "Do you want my cock, babe?"

Kurt moaned as he slid down onto Blaine's fingers. "Fuck me," was all he could get out.

Blaine moistened his cock with more of their pre-come and lined himself up. Balancing himself, he slowly entered Kurt's tight, hot hole. He promptly yelled when Kurt slammed his hips down forcing Blaine's cock all the way in.

"You're gonna kill me," Blaine said, sweat dripping down his chest.

"Hold on, then, it's gonna get worse," Kurt warned. He moved his long legs so they were resting on Blaine's shoulders, allowing Blaine's cock to slide even deeper.

"Unnnnnggg," Blaine cried out. "I love you so much."

Blaine began thrusting, knowing this position let him hit Kurt's prostate. It was hard to concentrate on anything but Kurt's tight hole surrounding him. When he hit that small bundle of nerves Kurt cried out until he came, reaching high notes in his screams that he usually had to warm up for in order to hit.

Feeling Kurt pulse around him brought Blaine yelling out as his orgasm hit him, feeling like the sensations were being drawn from all corners of his body, filling Kurt with come.

They moved around and lay down together for a while before going in to take a shower together. Once they were in bed again, Kurt spooned against Blaine's back, holding him close to his heart.

"I love you, Kurt Hummel," Blaine whispered.

"I love you, too, Blaine Hummel," Kurt said.

. . . . . . . .

Blaine woke up, his cock hard and tears streaming down his face. The dream was a memory, he remembered that night very clearly. They'd snapped at each other during dinner and knew the one way they could fix a fight was to fuck it out.

He continued to cry as he reached into his pajama pants and stroked himself a few times before coming. It wasn't very satisfying, not even close to what it had been like when he'd lived the dream. That night had been so intense. His love for Kurt was so intense.

Getting up, he threw his clothes in the hamper and went to the shower. A little while later, he was getting dressed for school - god he hated that - when his phone rang.

Seeing it was Kurt, he smiled. They'd been official boyfriends for about a week and it was going very well.

"Hello, boyfriend," he said cheerfully, ignoring the sharp sting of tears that came when he realized he wished it was his Kurt on the phone.

"Hello to you too, boyfriend," Kurt said. "I, uh, have a question for you."

 "I have an answer for you," Blaine said with a chuckle.

"Ha ha. So, I know we haven't talked a lot lately and it's because my parents are getting married and I'm planning their wedding," Kurt said.

"Oh Kurt, I'm so happy for you and them! You knew this was coming," he said, remembering the conversations they'd had about it lately.

"I know. I should get paid for being a psychic," Kurt sighed. "Anyway, I was calling because I need a favor, sort of."

"Okay. It might just be easier to spit it out instead of beating around the bush," Blaine suggested.

"Will you go to the wedding? As my date?" Kurt said in a rush.

"I would be honored," Blaine said immediately, touched that Kurt would want him there during such a special time for his family.

"Um. I guess I should warn you that you'll be meeting my dad and soon-to-be stepmom," Kurt said hesitantly.

"Of course, and I'd love to meet them," Blaine said. He had no problem meeting Kurt's parents. Especially knowing them already - sort of - he would know how to act and what to talk about.

"Really? Isn't this the part that freaks out most boyfriends?" Kurt said, sounding relieved.

"Yeah, if they're feeling guilty or scared of something. I am crazy about you. I'm more than happy to be able to talk to your folks about it," Blaine replied.

"Okay, well, if you're handling this so good, maybe I can take a risk and ask you another favor," Kurt said.

"Ask away, Kurt," Blaine said, grinning at how hesitant Kurt was.

"Would you be willing to sing a song at the wedding? I wanted a glee wedding, but I need a couple more songs and some of the glee members aren't stepping up," Kurt told him.

"That sounds like fun. Do you have a song picked out for me? And when is the wedding?"

"Not really. If you could find a love song from the seventies or early eighties, it'll be fine. Call me and I can pick up the sheet music for it. Our band is very used to playing songs on the fly," Kurt said, sounding lighter and happier than he had the entire conversation. "The wedding is Saturday afternoon at three. Does that give you enough time? I mean, I know it's already Thursday, but you're a pro at this kind of stuff."

"It won't be a problem. I'll pick a song out after school and don't worry I can spend a couple bucks on the sheet music. This is exciting! Are you singing?" Blaine was truly looking forward to it. This was all new territory for him.

"I am, actually. The song I'm singing is going to be amazing. I can't tell you, I'd have to hurt you. It's not in the right era, but since I'm the wedding coordinator, I get special treatment," Kurt said arrogantly before laughing.

"I'm sure your song will be amazing. I haven't heard you sing yet, I'm looking for it. I've never actually heard a counter tenor. This will be quite the wedding," Blaine said, though hearing Kurt sing was as familiar to him as his own voice. He had missed his voice and he was looking forward to the wedding.

They discussed more details of the wedding. Blaine gave some advice with a couple of problems Kurt was having. There were mutual gasps of delight over the details of the table arrangements.

"I'm really glad you're going," Kurt said, finally.

"I am honored that you asked me. I know we haven't been boyfriends for long, and for you to want to introduce me to your father, especially. I couldn't hope for more," Blaine replied honestly.

"I feel very strongly about you," Kurt said carefully. "Of course I want you to meet the other most important person in my life."

"I feel strongly about you too," Blaine said quietly. "I'll see you Saturday at noon so I can help with any last minute issues."

"Fabulous. Talk to you later," Kurt said.

Blaine agreed and they hung up.

Later that day, Blaine drove to the music store, ironically named ‘Between the Sheets'; glared around at the customers before looking through their song books, trying to find an appropriate song. He wanted a song that supported Burt and Carole, but also one that might speak to how he felt about Kurt.

He found a song and the lyrics fit what he wanted. Then he went home and downloaded the mp3 of the song. Blaine always started learning a song by singing along with the original artists while reading the lyrics. He tended to forget words sometimes, so he found this was the best method. After that, he moved to singing without the sheet music and just the song playing. His favorite part was getting out his guitar, strumming it with passion and singing the song. Finally, he put a personal spin on the number, making it his own. Two hours of straight practice and he felt like he had it down good enough. He would continue to practice over the next couple of days, perfecting the number.

. . . . . .

Saturday came quickly. Blaine was finally feeling like he was getting the hang of the whole high school thing. Luckily all of it was easy so he was going to get better grades than he had before. He spent the morning finishing up an essay that was almost too easy to write. Getting out his tux, he slid it on and looked at his reflection. He thought Kurt might approve. The suit was tailored to fit his body closely. It had a single button on the blazer and he had a bowtie that was small and elegant. He got out one of his monogrammed handkerchiefs and expertly folded it into a fan shape to fit in his breast pocket. Somebody was bound to need it. After giving his shoes one last shine, he was ready to go.

Grabbing his wallet, keys, phone, and sheet music, he hurried to his car and went to the church where the wedding would take place. As soon as Kurt saw him, his jaw dropped.

"You, you are gorgeous," Kurt stuttered out, turning red.

"Thank you. The same could be said about you," Blaine said, giving Kurt a thorough and intense once over. He was wearing a simple black suit and tie. Whoever tailored it, however, did the world a favor. Kurt's shoulders filled the jacket to capacity and further down, the blazer hugged in at his tiny waist. Blaine had always loved Kurt's midsection. His stomach, waist, hips, oh his hips. Blaine started picturing Kurt nude before giving himself a mental shake. He couldn't think that way right now.

"Thank you," Kurt said, taking Blaine's hand in his soft one. "Would you like to meet my father? Now would be the perfect time, everyone is where they should be finally."

Blaine squeezed his hand. "I would like that."

There was something off in Kurt's demeanor. His smiles were genuine, but there was a shadow in his eyes. Blaine made a note to himself to talk to Kurt either during or after the reception.

Kurt showed him around the church quickly and showed him where to sit. The reception would be held at a hall down the street and he had already hired a clean-up crew to take down the decorations. They went down a long hall and peeked in at the New Directions girls in one room and the guys in another. Blaine waved and smiled to everyone, hoping he could get to know them all - again.

Kurt squeezed his hand and knocked on the last door on the left. He said Carole was in the room across the hall.

"Dad, can I come in?" Kurt called.

"Of course, bud!" Burt's voice came.

They walked into the room to find Burt wrestling with his bowtie. "Kurt, can you tie this dang thing for me?"

"Yeah, but first I'd like to introduce you to my boyfriend," Kurt said, trepidation on his face.

"Oh, okay," Burt said, looking like he just grew a foot taller. He came closer and inspected Blaine closely. "You Blaine?"

"Yes, sir. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Blaine said properly, holding his hand out. Burt squeezed it hard, but Blaine just kept smiling.

Burt nodded like Blaine had passed some sort of test. "Alright, Blaine. Nice to meet you, too. You hurt my son, I'll hunt you down and use you for target practice. Got it?" Burt said almost pleasantly.

"Yes, sir. I am quite taken with your son and would never want to hurt him in any capacity," Blaine said fervently.

"Good. Good. Alright, Kurt, can you tie this damn thing?" Burt said, holding out the offending bowtie.

"Mr. Hummel, sir, I have quite a fondness for bowties and I can get it tied in just a minute if you would like," Blaine offered.

"Huh. Well, let's do this then, it's almost time for pictures," Burt said, handing the tie to Blaine.

Blaine took it and approached Burt slowly. When he saw that Burt was just going to stand there, he quickly wrapped the tie around his neck and in seconds, had the bowtie tied and fluffed to perfection.

"All done," Blaine said, stepping back.

Burt walked to the mirror and almost touched the bowtie, but decided to leave it alone. "Great job, kid."

"Thank you, sir," Blaine said.

"Okay, let's get everyone together for pictures. You will see Carole for the first time when we get to the main hall," Kurt said, and like that, everyone was moving and obeying his every command. Kurt was kind and considerate, but also bossy and demanding. He liked things getting done as soon as he gave an order. Blaine was sent off on various errands. Grab the bouquets from the refrigerator in the kitchen. Go to the men's formal shop and exchange Finn's shoes for a size bigger. Take Brittany's gum so she wasn't chomping on it during the pictures.

At three on the dot, the whole church was filled and Blaine was in his seat in the third row on the end. He watched, impressed, as the New Directions danced and sang their way down the aisle. It was so special and fun. Kurt winked at him as he danced by, taking his place at the altar.  Then came Burt dancing down the aisle. He looked nervous, but also like he was having the time of his life. Finally, Carole came down in her mermaid wedding dress that fit her like a glove. Burt met her halfway and escorted her down the rest of the aisle.

The ceremony was short, touching, and even funny. The couple was obviously very in love with each other, and Blaine knew they would be happy forever. He knew they were still happily married when he was thirty. They had family dinners together every so often when Kurt and Blaine could get to Ohio.

Presently, Kurt efficiently got everyone gathered and put into vehicles to go to the hall where the reception was. All too soon, the performances began. Mr. Schue sang ‘Sway' as the first dance. Burt was so proud of himself as he led Carole around the room. As he dipped her, his eyebrow went up arrogantly, just like Kurt. Blaine chuckled to himself. Like father, like son.

Kurt got up next and made a toast to his new parents before taking the mike.

He nodded to the band and stepped forward, smiling at the newlyweds.

When I see your smile

Tears roll down my face I can't replace

And now that I'm strong I have figured out

How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul

And I know I'll find deep inside me I can be the one

Blaine bit the inside of his cheek hard to keep from sobbing out loud. He had missed Kurt's singing so very much. To hear that pure, beautiful voice singing such a beautiful song made him want to break down.

I will never let you fall

I'll stand up with you forever

I'll be there for you through it all

Kurt's eyes met Blaine's and he smiled sweetly, blushing. Blaine grinned back at him, knowing he'd always felt that way toward Kurt. The song was "Guardian Angel" by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus and it would become one of their favorite songs to sing to each other.

Even if saving you sends me to heaven

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

Seasons are changing

And waves are crashing

And stars are falling all for us

Days grow longer and nights grow shorter

I can show you I'll be the one

I will never let you fall

I'll stand up with you forever

I'll be there for you through it all

Even if saving you sends me to heaven

Cuz you're my, you're my, my, my true love, my whole heart

Please don't throw that away

Cuz I'm here for you

Kurt put power into the words, closing his eyes, raising his hand with the intensity of the words. Blaine realized some tears had escaped down his cheeks. He surreptitiously wiped them away and concentrated on Kurt who was blowing the song out of the water.

Please don't walk away and

Please tell me you'll stay whoa, stay whoa

Use me as you will

Pull my strings just for a thrill

And I know I'll be okay

Though my skies are turning gray

I will never let you fall

I'll stand up with you forever

I'll be there for you through it all

Even if saving you sends me to heaven

The whole room broke out in applause, standing. The New Directions kids were whistling and hollering for Kurt. Kurt just returned the mike to the stand and went to give his parents a hug. They had both been crying during the number and Kurt blushed prettily as they complimented him.

Kurt left and walked over to Blaine who was sitting at the next table over. Blaine couldn't help himself from standing and hugging his boyfriend.

"You did wonderfully. I am so proud of you," he whispered against Kurt's soft neck.

He felt Kurt wrap his arms around Blaine. "Thank you. Part of that song was for you, you know. It wasn't just for my parents."

"Then I've just received the best gift I've ever gotten, at least since you agreed to be my boyfriend," Blaine said with a chuckle.  He looked over at Burt and saw he was talking to Carole. Blaine put his hand on Kurt's cheek and lightly kissed him, loving the blush that always came with a kiss.

"I've got to go sit with my parents. You're up after Finn," Kurt said and hugged Blaine quickly before heading over to the main table.

Finn got up and made a sincere, though odd, speech to Kurt of all people. He mentioned things that were happening now and how he was going to be there for Kurt in the future. That struck something inside Blaine and he tried to remember what had happened at this time. Suddenly a pit opened up in his stomach. This was when Karofsky had threatened to kill Kurt. And Finn hadn't been paying any attention to Kurt's struggles. He looked over at Sam and saw the black eye he'd gotten when he'd fought with him in the locker room. Kurt hadn't told him any of this. Why wouldn't he? He had in the other reality. He'd shared all of his struggles with him.

Finn's song began and soon the entire New Directions joined him on the dance floor doing simple choreography to the sweet song. Finn then walked forward and got Kurt out of his chair. Kurt resisted but finally relented. They stood in the center of the glee club and danced a simple box step. Kurt was nodding encouragingly to a nervous Finn. Blaine knew Kurt had given Finn and his dad dance lessons to prepare for the day. It was sweet to see the now step-brothers dancing together. Then they all broke up into couples, they brought in Carole and Burt and people traded partners. Kurt came up to him and held out his hand with a shy smile.

"Would you care to dance?" he asked.

"I would love to," Blaine responded and put his hand in Kurt's. Kurt helped him up and they remained holding hands until they reached the dance floor. Blaine got into position for a waltz and Kurt delightedly joined him. Blaine raised an eyebrow as he led the first steps. Kurt nodded, still smiling.

Blaine led him around the room, their bodies working in a perfect tandem of dance. They swung past other couples who were stuck doing the step-touch. The entire time, Blaine's hands stayed on Kurt, gently pushing and pulling him through the movements of the dance.

The song ended and Kurt breathlessly hugged him. Blaine heard a hitch in his breathing and pulled back to look at him.

"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly. He didn't want to loop because of some idiotic dancing misstep.

"I'm wonderful," Kurt said, tears sparkling in his beautiful blue-green eyes. "Blaine that was the most romantic dance I've ever had. It was... perfect," Kurt said shrugging. "Thank you. I will remember this moment forever."

And with that, Kurt left the floor and Blaine realized it was his turn. He was still thinking about what Kurt said. Maybe this was why he was here tonight, when he hadn't been in the other reality. To give Kurt this beautiful memory. Smiling, he gave the sheet music to the band. They nodded to him and he went to the piano and adjusted the mike.

"This is for Mr. and Mrs. Hummel and anyone else who is in love tonight," he said, looking directly at Kurt. Kurt's eyes went wide and his face turned red. Again. Suddenly a delighted smile broke out on his face. Blaine had to wonder what that meant.  But the music was starting and he had to pay attention. This was the first time Kurt would hear him sing alone, with no Warbler's backing him up. Plus he was playing as he sang.

He put his singing smile on and began singing, switching his gaze from the Hummel's to Kurt. He hoped he could convey his feelings; the open ones and the secret ones through the words of the simple song by Air Supply.

I was down my dreams were wearing thin

When you're lost where do you begin

My heart always seemed to drift from day to day

Looking for the love that never came my way

Then you smiled and I reached out to you

I could tell you were lonely too

One look then it all began for you and me

The moment that we touched I knew that there would be

Two less lonely people in the world

And it's gonna be fine

Out of all the people in the world

I just can't believe you're mine

In my life where everything was wrong

Something finally went right

Now there's two less lonely people

In the world tonight

Blaine motioned to Kurt to join him. Kurt grinned and quickly came and sat next to him. Blaine pointed to the chorus coming up on the sheet music and Kurt nodded, snuggling closer to Blaine as he sang.

Just to think what I might have missed

Looking back how did I exist

I dreamed, still I never thought I'd come this far

But miracles come true, I know 'cause here we are

Kurt sang the harmony with Blaine and Blaine felt complete in that one moment. Full of love for Kurt, full of his beautiful voice, his warm body pressed closely to his side. Life was good, right here.

Two less lonely people in the world

And it's gonna be fine

Out of all the people in the world

I just can't believe you're mine

In my life where everything was wrong

Something finally went right

Now there's two less lonely people

In the world tonight

Tonight I fell in love with you

And all the things I never knew

Seemed to come to me somehow

Baby, love is here and now there's

Two less lonely people in the world tonight

Again, the audience stood and applauded. Burt and Carole were embracing and kissing each other.

"Great job, Blaine," Kurt said and hugged him tightly.

"Thanks, babe," Blaine said and then gasped. Kurt's eyes were wide. "I'm so sorry, Kurt, it just kind of slipped out. It felt natural." Of course it did, he'd called Kurt babe for years.

Kurt bit his lip and Blaine fought the urge to replace his teeth with his tongue. Those lips drove him to distraction.

"No, Blaine. It, it's okay. It surprised me, but," he turned so pink it spread down his long neck and into his shirt. "I liked it. Nobody's ever called me that. It was nice," he said with a shy smile.

Blaine helped Kurt up from the stool as the caterers brought out the cake. "Well, good. You'll get used to it soon enough, babe," he said, grinning.

The rest of the reception swept by perfectly. Kurt had seen to every detail down to Carole's outfit to wear on the way to their honeymoon suite. They would spend two days there before going to the Virgin Islands for a week. Blaine stuck by Kurt through it all, helping where he could and generally having a good time. He and Kurt danced again, this time more casually, and Blaine couldn't keep his eyes from Kurt's hips and ass. Especially after that dream. He was still so aroused, his pants were getting tighter, the more Kurt moved. Kurt chose that moment to pull Blaine closer until their torso's were touching. Kurt yelped when he felt Blaine's erection. Then Blaine moved his hips and raised an eyebrow when he felt Kurt's own hard on.

"We don't have to talk about it," Blaine whispered in his ear. "We're teenagers, we're in a new relationship, and our bodies are trying to take us over. Just enjoy the dance."

Kurt nodded and they separated a little bit. A couple of times, Blaine didn't know if it was on purpose or true accidents, Kurt pressed into him, their erections rubbing against each other. Kurt let out the sweetest little moans that made Blaine throb against him.

"Kurt," Blaine breathed against Kurt's neck.

"I can't help it," Kurt whimpered. "It feels so good. I didn't know it could feel so powerful," he said, letting their hips slide together again.

"Um. I have an idea," Blaine said, hoping this didn't get him looped.

"What?" Kurt asked, his glasz eyes blown with lust before rolling up into his head as their cocks brushed.

"I know a way we could take care of... this. Without going too far, clothes would stay intact," Blaine told him in a whisper, his body pulsing with need.

"Not, um, sex?" Kurt clarified.

"Nope, just more of this, amplified," Blaine said, grabbing Kurt's hips and grounding their bodies together before releasing him quickly.

Kurt had cried out softly at the intense contact. "More of that?"

"Oh yes," Blaine whispered, his voice shaking.

Kurt stopped dancing and looked in his eyes. "Let's go," he said, his voice determined and showing no signs of nervousness or of being.

Blaine stared back at him. "Okay."

He took Kurt's hand and led him towards a small changing room far from the main hall. He had seen it when Kurt pointed it out as the place where Carole would change later. Pulling Kurt inside, he locked the door. Shocking him, Kurt pushed him against the wall, his mouth slanting over Blaine's, plunging his tongue inside.

Blaine squeaked as Kurt took control and fuck was it hot. Kurt grinded his cock on Blaine's, his hips undulating in ways that most people couldn't move.

Blaine explored Kurt's mouth, molding their lips together, their tongues rubbing against each other. Suddenly, Blaine switched them around, so Kurt had his back to the wall.

"Do you trust me?" Blaine panted.

"Yes," Kurt said, his eyes wide and sincere.

"Put your leg around my hip," Blaine said, helping him balance on one leg.

They both moaned loudly as their hard-on's were pressed together so closely Blaine could feel the shape of Kurt's cock.

"Oh my god," Kurt whimpered. "Blaine, I'm going to..."

"Good, babe. Let go," Blaine replied, grinding and undulating against Kurt, pressing into him to intensify the sensations. He was going to come soon, too, he just wanted Kurt to first.

Blaine slid his arm under Kurt's leg and then the other and held him up, balanced against the wall, with both of Kurt's long legs wrapped around him. Kurt moaned, his head whipping back and forth as Blaine pushed up against him, his cock rubbing against Kurt's cock and his ass. Moans and whimpers continuously flowed from Kurt's mouth. Blaine ground against him, enticing him towards an orgasm.

"Oh Blaine, I'm, I'm," Kurt whined before bucking violently against Blaine, letting out a sexy cry as his body froze. Their bodies were so close together, Blaine could feel Kurt's cock pulsing through his slacks. He came with a shout and a shudder.

They stayed liked that for a few minutes before Blaine eased Kurt down and pulled him into his arms. Kurt cuddled into him, sighing happily.

"That was unbelievable," he whispered against Blaine's neck.

"You are unbelievable," Blaine whispered. "Was that okay, though? I didn't push you too far?"

Kurt's eyes came open slowly. "Oh no, Blaine, it was perfect. I feel wonderful, no negative feelings at all. I would tell you if I wasn't ready for something, Blaine. Okay?"

"Okay," Blaine said with a smile, resting their foreheads together. "Come on, if we clean up now, it might not soak through the slacks. You can have this bathroom, I'm going to go down the hall."

"Oh, right. Party. Phooey, I want to go home and sleep," Kurt mumbled, walking toward the sink, fumbling with his belt.

Blaine grinned and snuck out of the room. Seeing the clear hallway, he crept down to the bathroom and cleaned up, happy to see his pants hadn't gotten wet.

He went back out and waited for Kurt, who finally left the room, still looking blissed out.

. . . . .

The reception ended and the happy couple went to their hotel. Kurt managed the last of the arrangements before walking with Blaine out to the parking lot. Kurt had ridden with Finn and needed a ride home. Of course, Blaine told him he'd take him.

As they were driving, they discussed the wedding and the music and the drama brewing between Rachel and Santana.

Finally, Blaine couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Why didn't you tell me Karofsky was giving you a hard time again?" Blaine asked, looking over at Kurt before returning his eyes to the street.

Kurt's eyes went wide and he fussed with his jacket.

"Kurt?"