"Kurt?" Blaine repeated.

The ringing of his phone interrupted the quiet that had filled the car. He was about to push ‘ignore' when he saw it was Moira calling. His stomach filled with panic and he quickly pulled over and turned the car off.

"Hi there, could you hold on a second?" he asked Moira.

"Sure, but make it quick, don't talk too much," she warned.

The panic in his stomach nearly turned to hysteria. He couldn't loop now. He'd accomplished so much, done so much good. At least he thought he had. What if he had to do it all again and couldn't remember one of the lovely moments they'd had together? They had created new memories that he and Older Kurt never had.

"Um, Kurt, I need to take this call. It's my aunt," he said.

"Is everything okay?" Kurt asked.

Remembering Moira's words, he shrugged. "I hope so," he said and stepped out of the car. Walking a few feet away, he finally put the phone to his ear.

"Hi Moira," he said nervously.

"Honey, you are about to loop your ass again," she warned without preamble.

"Why? I've been doing everything right. It's so much better than how we started before," Blaine said, his voice panicked and half whining.

"All I could pick up is, that you are going to have a conversation tonight that could cost you everything you've done so far," Moira said sympathetically.

Blaine put his hand on his head. "It must be the one I'm in the middle of right now. What am I supposed to do?"

"Watch what you say. I think the runes were trying to tell me that you were going to reveal too much, reveal your other life," she replied. "I'm sorry, sweetie, I wish I had more to tell you."

"No, this is good to know. Thank you, Moira. As usual, you're saving my ass," Blaine said, truly grateful to the woman.

"Well, I heard you tell your young man that I'm your aunt, so you can now call me Aunt Moira. It has a certain ring to it, don't you think?" she said grandly.

"Absolutely, Aunt Moira," Blaine grinned as he walked back to the car.

"Call me later, kiddo, and tell me how it went. Of course, if you loop, we'll both know, won't we?"

"We're not going to think like that though," Blaine said, pushing the thought of looping from his mind.

"Good thinking. Talk to you later," Moira said and hung up.

Blaine took a minute, leaning against the car. How could he reveal that he knew what he knew? It took him a few moments, but he came up with the perfect alibi.

Sliding back into the car, Blaine smiled at Kurt. "Everything is well. My aunt is... different, you could say."

"Oh, well, every family has one," Kurt said with a soft smile.

"Indeed. So, since we're stopped, let's chat. Why didn't you tell me Karofsky had stepped up the bullying? I thought we were boyfriends and friends who could tell each other anything," Blaine asked.

"How did you know? Nobody knows what's going on except the Glee club," Kurt slowed his last words and put a hand over his face. "And you were around all of them tonight. Let's have it, who told you?"

"I wasn't supposed to say," Blaine hedged purposely.

"I won't talk to whoever told you, depending on who told you," Kurt said, his eyes filled with anger.

"You have to promise you won't get mad. The person who told me couldn't seem to help themselves. It just kind of poured out," Blaine said. "There were tears and everything."

Kurt looked at him, head cocked to the side, his whole body turned toward him. "Tears? Nobody in glee would cry over this. Okay, just tell me or I'll have to start suspecting that you are lying to me."

Shit. "It was Finn," he lied. Finn was known to speak with his foot firmly in his mouth. He was also known to blab anything at anytime and promptly forget he'd done it.

"Dammit. Finn! Of course he did. And he told you about the death threat, right?" Blaine nodded. "And about Karofsky getting expelled?"

Blaine nodded again. "I just don't understand why you felt you couldn't tell me. I was there with you after he... did what he did to you," he said, honestly wanting to know the answer.

Kurt turned forward and put his head down. "There were a lot of reasons, Blaine. I don't want you to be hurt. But there were a lot of reasons and at the time, they seemed good enough."

Blaine reached out and touched his arm, his hand feeling electrified at the contact. "I'm not hurt. I'm more concerned than anything else. I want you to know you can come to me and trust me to be there for you."

"I know and that is part of the reason I didn't tell you. I was scared of what you would try to do to Karofsky. I know your temper was flaring that time on the stairs, hell, you punched him! How am I supposed to think you'd react if you knew there was a death threat?" Kurt said passionately, turning back toward him.

"Oh, Kurt, babe, I would never do anything that would put myself or you in danger. In the case of a death threat, it needed to be handled seriously and only by officials, cops, whoever. I wouldn't have gone after him. It would only make things worse on you," he explained. He reached for Kurt's hand and rubbed it after he felt how cold it was. "I am so sorry you felt you couldn't come to me. I shouldn't have let my temper take control of me that day on the stairs."

"Actually, I'm glad you did," Kurt said with a small smile. "It was wonderful seeing Karofsky get a taste of his own medicine."

"Yeah, but why do I have a feeling that my stepping in is what made it all worse," Blaine said. In a sudden realization, he wondered if that was the tipping point for the next loop. Damn his freaking temper!

"No that's not it at all. It was all based around the kiss. He is terrified of being outed, though I would never do that. Karofsky deserves pay back for all of the bullying he does, but he doesn't deserve to be outed," Kurt said quietly.

"I agree. It's a personal and terrifying enough decision to make, without someone else doing it for you and most likely in a not-so-nice manner," Blaine said.

"I'm glad to hear you say that," Kurt answered. "It reveals even more of your sweet nature," he said, smiling and squeezing Blaine's hand.

"So you aren't angry with Finn?" Blaine mentally crossed everything in the hopes that Kurt would be forgiving.

"No. Finn can't seem to help himself sometimes. And I know he means well. He feels bad that he didn't help more, even when the rest of the glee club did. Plus, at this point, I bet he doesn't even remember telling you. His memory is shorter than Rachel. And that's saying something," Kurt grinned.

"Is that why Sam had a black eye?" Blaine asked casually.

"Yeah. Sam, Artie, Mike, with Puck cheering on the side, all stood up to Karofsky and told him to stop picking on me. Didn't do much good, but that's okay. It was nice to have that kind of support," he said.

"I would have been there, you know. He wouldn't have picked on you if I had been there with you," Blaine broke in.

Kurt rubbed his hand up and down Blaine's arm. "I know, sweetie. But I don't want you in danger anymore than you want me in danger."

Blaine grinned like an idiot.

"Did you just go insane on me?" Kurt asked, his eyes wide.

"You called me ‘sweetie'," Blaine said, still grinning.

Kurt was probably blushing, though Blaine couldn't see in the dim light of the street lamp outside the car. "Well, I guess I'm babe and you're sweetie," he said evenly. "If, uh, that's okay, I mean."

"Of course it's okay. I love it that you care so much about me that you instinctively called me a pet name," Blaine said, leaning toward him. "Come here, babe, I want to kiss you."

"Okay, sweetie. As long as you use a little bit of tongue," Kurt said with a grin.

"Your wish is my pleasure," Blaine teased, before kissing Kurt softly.

Blaine enjoyed the slide of their mouths against each other. Kurt was melting, molding himself to Blaine's lips. Slowly, trying to build the heat between them, Blaine took his tongue and traced Kurt's bottom lip before drawing it into his mouth to lick and suck on. Kurt moaned, his hands reaching up into Blaine's hair as he tried to scoot closer, even with a console between them.

"Come over here," Kurt insisted, when Blaine released his lip. He pulled on Blaine's arms.

"What? There's kind of a console there," Blaine pointed out.

"Yeah, and I have a lap that is more than willing to make you comfortable," Kurt said suggestively, before leaning back in to kiss Blaine passionately, his tongue licking at Blaine's lips until they opened. Kurt swiped his tongue once around Blaine's mouth and then he pulled away from the kiss.

Blaine whimpered. "Where'd you go?"

"I'm over here, sweetie, and if you want more of this, you'll come to me," Kurt said arrogantly. Blaine knew his eyebrow was in the air too.

Gingerly crawling over the console, he paused, knowing that the only way to fit their bodies in the seat was if Blaine straddled Kurt's hips. He was hesitant because to his mind he was still thirty and Kurt was sixteen. As he thought about it, though, the universe obviously wanted him there, so he would let nature take its course. And if that course landed him in Kurt's soft lap? Okay. He could handle it. He crawled the rest of the way over and slid onto Kurt's lap, his knees fitting on either side of him.

Kurt hummed at the feel of their bodies connecting. "This is good. This is, yeah, very good," Kurt breathed, resting his hands on Blaine's hips.

Blaine slid all the way down until their pelvises were touching. Both of them moaned, immediately remembering their encounter earlier in the evening.

Blaine put his hands on either side of Kurt's face and bent down to slant their mouths together. There was no more sweet warm-up, he had to taste Kurt now. Their tongues met in a swirl of movement and heat. Kurt's tongue was warm and wet and felt wonderful against Blaine's tongue. He loved the taste of Kurt. Though he was proud to say at age sixteen slash thirty, Kurt was the only man he'd ever kissed; he knew that Kurt was an excellent kisser and his tongue could bring peace to all nations.

"Blaine," Kurt muttered when Blaine broke away to kiss and nip at Kurt's jaw.

"This okay? Can I keep going?" Blaine asked, stopping immediately, but not moving away.

"Ohdeargodpleaseyes," Kurt replied in one breath. He shuddered and shivered under Blaine's ministrations. "But, I was, uh, wondering something."

Blaine was nibbling at the skin just under Kurt's ear. "What is it, babe?"

"Can we," he said and then mumbled the rest of the words so quiet, Blaine couldn't hear them.

"I didn't hear that," Blaine said, pulling away to see Kurt in the dim light.

"I was wondering if we could," Kurt said and then whispered the remaining words into Blaine's ear. "Do what we did earlier."

"Really? I don't want you to chafe. Though with slacks and boxers, if that's what you wear," Blaine added quickly. "It shouldn't be a problem. I mean, hell yes, I want to."

"I don't care if I chafe, I want you so bad," Kurt whispered.

Blaine's body felt like it would explode with need at those words. "Anything for you, babe," Blaine breathed in his ear.

He felt Kurt try to wiggle under him to get some friction, but it wasn't going to work that way. "I only know this because I have a bi older brother who insists on sharing his exploits. You sit still, I'll do the work," he told Kurt.

"Then what do I do?" Kurt asked, his head to the side again. Blaine loved when Kurt did that, it was so adorable.

"Well, one, you can sit back and enjoy. And two, you can encourage me," he said, his voice deepening with desire. "Put your hands here," he said, pulling Kurt's hands behind him and placing them lightly on his ass. "Now just do whatever feels comfortable."

Kurt's eyes were wide, but still full of desire. He was probably in shock that his hands were on someone's ass. He seemed to like it though as he quickly began rubbing the soft flesh over his slacks. That feeling alone, those shy hands exploring his ass, made him want to come immediately. The downside to being sixteen again is he didn't have the staying power that he'd gained by the age of thirty.

He quickly began rotating his hips, doing body rolls that he'd learned from Sam eons ago, once they'd become closer friends. He slid their bodies together, leaning down to nibble on Kurt's earlobes or his neck or plunge his tongue into Kurt's mouth.

Kurt was whimpering, holding onto Blaine's ass for dear life.

Blaine alternated his movements so Kurt couldn't expect the same things. Up and down, side to side, clockwise, counter-clockwise. All of it was enough to have them both moaning. Now that they weren't in a room where someone could overhear, Kurt turned out to be quite the loud one, crying out, moaning at full volume. Of course, Blaine knew that, which made him miss Older Kurt. He was already missing him because all of the hip moves he'd learned from the Master himself.  

He buried his nose in Kurt's neck, taking in his scent, licking and nibbling, grinding against him, knowing he wasn't going to last much longer. Kurt was tensing up and Blaine recognized the symptoms of Kurt's impending orgasm. He pushed himself, rutting harder, putting more pressure on their cocks and it pushed them both over the edge, within seconds of each other. Kurt yelled Blaine's name while Blaine said Kurt's name in an almost worshipful whisper.

"Oh my god, that was intense," Kurt finally said, after they'd laid there panting against each other. "Was it good, I mean, did you enjoy it?"

Blaine dropped a soft kiss on Kurt's damp lips, gently moving their mouths together for a moment. Not trying to start anything, just to show love and appreciation.

"It was mind-blowing," Blaine whispered in his ear, making Kurt shudder against him. "I lo...," he started than caught himself. "I loved it," he corrected. Kurt hummed in his ear, having no idea Blaine had almost said I love you.

. . . . . .

The next day, Sunday, found Kurt and Blaine at the Lima Bean talking, drinking and sharing a biscotti.

"So, I can't wait anymore. What is in that folder?" Kurt asked, pointing to the plain blue folder sitting on the table by Blaine's elbow.

"Well, it's something I wanted to discuss with you as a suggestion or selfishness or however you want to see it," Blaine grinned. He opened the folder and got out the papers, handing them to Kurt.

"Dalton Academy? Why are you handing me an application for Dalton?" Kurt asked.

"Well, the selfish part, first, is that I want you where I am. Simple as that. The other reason is to get you away from the bad situation and memories and start good memories where everyone accepts you. Remember, there is a no tolerance rule at Dalton, and they don't just say that, they mean it," Blaine said. Kurt started to talk and Blaine raised his hand. "One more thing than you can have the floor. I understand that with Karofsky gone, this is all kind of too little, too late. But I still wanted to suggest it to you. I also included an application for a scholarship. They do it a few times per year for deserving individuals. I thought if you wrote the story of what you've been through, it would get you in without a problem. And no worries about your peers finding out, nobody knows who is on scholarship and who isn't. Everyone is still treated equally," Blaine finished. He nodded to Kurt. "Your turn."

Kurt blinked a few times. "This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you, first," he said. "Second, I don't think I'll need it. As long as Karofsky stays expelled, my life will improve dramatically. The guys in glee are getting the other football players to stay away from me, and it's actually working, so I might just end up having a good year," he continued with a smile. "But, I have to say, I agree with the whole idea of wanting to be where you are. That would be wonderful. For now, though, we'll have to stick with after school and weekends."

"And texting, don't forget lots of texting," Blaine said with a forced grin. He hated knowing the future, sometimes. Hated knowing that Karofsky would indeed come back. Hopefully if Kurt still decided to go to Dalton, he'd get that scholarship and it wouldn't put such a strain on his parents.

 "Well, of course texting. Now, for the most important conversation. Did you see what Patti Lupone was wearing in this month's issue of Broadway Exclusive?"

Blaine grinned and settled in for more chatting, wishing tomorrow wouldn't have to come. Though he knew, in the same thought, that he needed it to.