Kurt Hummel loved his life. Sitting in the Templeton Memorial Auditorium or Mem-Aud as the students called it, he was enjoying his favorite part about college. Velocity. The singing slash choral group met here every day to rehearse, learn music, and to just be around other musically minded people. This was the first meeting of the new school year, though classes wouldn't start for another two weeks. The competition season started early in the year, so they began meeting in August to start warming up their voices after the long summer hiatus. A lot of the students had classes through summer quarter, but some didn't, so it was nice to see familiar faces again.

"I think she's going to cry again," came the low, gentle tone of his boyfriend, Blaine Anderson, in his ear.

"Undoubtedly," Kurt agreed in a whisper.

Rachel and Finn were on the outs again and Rachel was singing a song to him. Again. Hoping to make up with him. Again. This time it was a Bruno Mars song, "It Will Rain", a song Kurt actually liked. The lyrics were beautiful and he could understand the sentiment behind it.

If you ever leave me, baby,

Leave some morphine at my door

Cause it would take a whole lot of medication

To realize what we used to have,

We don't have it anymore.

There's no religion that could save me

No matter how long my knees are on the floor, oh

So keep in mind all the sacrifices I'm making

To keep you by my side

And keep you from walking out the door.

At this point, Blaine turned his head and began singing along softly in Kurt's ear, his beautiful tone doing the song much more justice than Rachel's. He picked up Blaine's hand and kissed it softly as he paid more attention to his boyfriend of over four years instead of the soloist. Blaine's golden eyes shone as he sang quietly. His eyes were Kurt's favorite feature. They practically glowed when he was happy, as he was now. He had black curly hair that he'd stopped gelling once they were out of high school and black eyebrows that were shaped like triangles. Kurt loved to trace his hand over them when they laid in bed at night. Or his lips. Blaine had a mouth that was unbelievable, his upper lip had a dimple in it that begged to be nibbled. The sound of his beautiful tenor filled Kurt's ears and he sighed in happiness.

Cause there'll be no sunlight

if I lose you, baby

There'll be no clear skies

if I lose you, baby

Just like the clouds,

my eyes will do the same if you walk away

Every day, it will rain, rain, rain

I'll never be your mother's favorite

ah ,Your daddy can't even look me in the eye

Oooh if I were in their shoes, I'd be doing the same thing

Saying there goes my little girl

walking with that troublesome guy

But they're just afraid of something they can't understand

Oooh well little darling watch me change their minds

Yeah for you I'll try, I'll try, I'll try, I'll try

I'll pick up these broken pieces 'til I'm bleeding

If that'll make it right

Kurt felt tears prickle in his eyes as he listened to the emotion Blaine was putting into the song. Luckily they were sitting far enough away from the stage to avoid interrupting the performance. Kurt clutched Blaine's hand to his chest and closed his eyes.

Cause there'll be no sunlight

if I lose you, baby

There'll be no clear skies

if I lose you, baby

Just like the clouds,

my eyes will do the same if you walk away

Every day, it will rain, rain, rain

Ooooh Don't just say

goodbye, don't just say, goodbye

I'll pick up these broken pieces 'til I'm bleeding

If that'll make it right

Cause there'll be no sunlight

if I lose you, baby

There'll be no clear skies

if I lose you, baby

Just like the clouds,

my eyes will do the same if you walk away

Every day, it will rain, rain, rain, rain...

As the song ended, someone handed Rachel a box of tissues, which she used quite noisily.

"Finn," she sniffed. "I agree with every sentiment in this hit single, except when he says that her parents don't like him. I happen to know that your parents love me, so please disregard those lyrics. On the other hand, please know," she continued, her voice cracking, tears streaming down her face. "Please know that I love you and I will try to not be such a perfectionist. It's just that..."

"Okay, Rachel. That's good enough for now. You and Finn can discuss your issues later," Will Schuester said. As director of Velocity, he had to make sure the drama was kept to a minimum and that they all stayed on task. Most of the time, though, it was a democratic group.

Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand as Will gave the "let's stay on topic" chat. "I feel like begging you to stay with me," he said, smiling warmly.

"I know, same here," Kurt agreed. "It is true though, at least for me. If you left me, it would seem like every day was a cloudy, rainy day."

"Yeah, well, if you left me, I would definitely need some heavy drugs to make it through. But, we don't have to worry about that, do we?" Blaine smiled and leaned over to plant a kiss on Kurt's cheek.

"Nope," Kurt said with a happy grin.

There was nothing in this world perfect except for their relationship. Kurt and Blaine had been dating since their junior year of high school and here they were about to enter their junior year of college. The days of Dalton Academy and then McKinley High had given their relationship a solid foundation, and Kurt knew there would be nothing that could come between them. They weren't perfect by any stretch. Kurt was a bit anal about things and Blaine was a bit of a know-it-all, but together, they were able to work everything out. They shared a small one bedroom apartment off State Street where they'd lived since the end of freshman year. It was cheaper to rent the apartment than to pay for a dorm room.

Rachel and Finn were now hugging in a corner while Mike and Tina got up to do a duet. Finn technically wasn't a part of the group because he didn't attend Ohio University, but Mr. Schue didn't have a problem letting him come to the rehearsals. Everyone else was a student.

Lauren Zises chose that moment to throw a wadded up piece of paper at Puck, who thought it was Sam, and smacked him on the back of his head from two seats over. Sam, then, reached over to hit him back and ended up hitting Trent, who gave out a yelp. The former Warbler was the pacifist of the group and always tried to keep the peace. And never succeeded.

"Finn, Rachel, if you are going to make out, please do it somewhere else and on someone else's time," Mr. Schue said sternly.

"Wanky," Santana quipped, causing her girlfriend, Brittany, to giggle.

Brittany would probably win the "Most Changed" award when they went back to McKinley for their high school reunion some day. She was studying for a degree in political science, which she showed an amazing aptitude for. It would surprise none of them if she eventually became a senator. Santana was studying early childhood education, which had shocked the crap out of everyone around.

Kurt was studying fashion merchandising and styling with a minor in drama, simply because he couldn't stay away from the stage. Rachel and Blaine were pursuing their dreams, both majoring in musical theory. Rachel was minoring in drama, like Kurt and Blaine's minor was history.

Blaine's friends from Dalton Academy were going to be seniors this year. Wes and David shared an apartment in the same building as Kurt and Blaine and the foursome got together frequently to hang out.

Puck was another surprise, studying mathematics, hoping to get a teaching degree so he could go back and teach geometry in high school.

Kurt turned from his thoughts and listened to Mike and Tina sing L-O-V-E which Kurt could swear they'd done before. But during these first meetings, it was all about getting your voice back into singing shape. When they were done, everyone applauded and began to trickle out of the auditorium. Mr. Schue told them to start thinking about a pop hit they could each solo on for later in the week.

"Now, we aren't meeting tomorrow, they are cleaning the carpets in here. So work on your numbers and we'll get started on Wednesday. It was good to see all of you. Have a good afternoon," he said, dismissing them.

"Come on, man of mine," Blaine said, pulling Kurt from his chair. "We have a date with destiny."

"Funny, I didn't see destiny in my schedule when I checked my phone this morning," Kurt teased.

"You are my destiny, dummy," Blaine said, wrapping his arm around the thinner man's waist. "Especially in those jeans."

"Wanky, fancy boys. Better run off and find a corner," Santana told them.

"Like you're one to talk," Kurt said, staring pointedly at Santana's pinky finger wrapped around Brittany's pinky.

"Whatever. With us it's hot, with you two, it's just repulsive," she responded, scrunching her nose up.

"We could say the same," Blaine shot back. They all laughed at that, knowing it was true for the most part. That was why they all got along so well.

Kurt and Blaine left Mem-Aud and drove back to their apartment.

"Did you get the last of the books you needed," Kurt asked.

"I did, finally. It took forever to get that book on Beethoven that I need. But after paying out the ass to get a rush on it, it finally got here. You?"

Kurt nodded. "Yeah, I'm all set and ready to go. I'm going to miss summer," he mused.

"I know, baby. But you know what fall means right?" Blaine asked, his eyebrows up in the air.

"Fall means scarves," Kurt said, a dreamy smile on his face. "And I have some new ones I bought from those vintage shops we found last month. I can't wait. Okay, summer can be over now."

Blaine chuckled. Nothing pleased him more than a pleased Kurt. Putting that smile on his face, even if it's just to point something out, was worth everything in the world to him.

"Hey, did I tell you Cooper called?" Blaine asked, remembering the early morning call from his older brother.

"No! How is he? Any plans to come visit?" Kurt asked, excited. He got along very well with Cooper Anderson, who was seven years older than they were. He wished it was the same with Blaine's parents, but they still didn't like the whole 'gay son' thing. They accepted it and tolerated Kurt, but it was never going to be an amiable relationship.

"Next month. He's going to stay for a couple weeks before his new job starts," Blaine told him, referring to Cooper's new IT job.

"Excellent! That's great. Now, what did we really have planned for today?" Kurt asked, referring back to the 'destiny' comment earlier.

Blaine was pulling the car into their parking spot at the apartment complex. He didn't say anything until he pulled the keys out of the ignition. He then reached over and pulled Kurt's head close to his and whispered against his lips.

"I told you. You are my destiny. And I need to bury myself in my destiny."

His hot breath fanned across Kurt's mouth, making him lean in to kiss Blaine softly.

Blaine sighed happily and settled in for a long, wet kiss. He never tired of exploring his boyfriends mouth with his tongue. He always tasted of the orange tic-tac's he kept in his pocket. The sweet flavor mixed with the delicious natural taste of Kurt, never ceased to make Blaine's pants get tighter in the front.

"What the hell are we still doing here?" Kurt muttered.

"Good question. Let's get upstairs," Blaine rasped, his voice thick with desire.

Within minutes they were in their bedroom, stripping each other's clothes off between languid kisses and caresses. Stumbling naked to the bed, Blaine crawled on top of Kurt, making sure their pelvises rubbed up against each other. That never ceased to get a moan out of Kurt. Blaine pushed his hips to brush against Kurt's cock again, smiling against Kurt's mouth as he moaned.

"I love those noises you make, baby," Blaine murmured in Kurt's ear, before circling the shell with his tongue.

"All for you," Kurt whispered, dragging Blaine's mouth back to his. He felt hungry for Blaine, like he hadn't eaten in years. "I need you, Blaine, please."

"Okay, anything you need," Blaine assured him, running his hand down Kurt's flat stomach to the hard cock that was straining against him. He circled his hand around him and began stroking it firmly.

"Yes. God, yes, Blaine. I want you inside me," Kurt rasped, his hand smacking out blindly beside him as he searched for the nightstand drawer.

Blaine chuckled and leaned over Kurt's wriggling body to grab the lube out of the drawer. The movement caused his wet cock to drag across Kurt's torso, making them both gasp.

"Ready now, Blaine," Kurt moaned.

"Me too, baby," Blaine said, quickly dousing his fingers in lube. He gently eased one inside Kurt, watching his face for the signals he clearly gave when he was ready for more. Feeling Kurt's tight flesh surrounding one of his fingers, than two, made his toes curl. He would never get tired of the feel of his boyfriend's body. Slowly pushing a third finger in, he made sure Kurt was stretched enough. Just as he was about to pull his fingers out, Kurt grabbed his arm.

"Now, Blaine, please," he practically begged, not understanding why he felt so desperate for his man. He always loved being intimate with him, but something made him need Blaine in this moment like he'd never needed him before.

Seeing Kurt's urgency, Blaine lined himself up and pushed inside him slowly. No matter the urgency, he would not rush anything for fear of hurting Kurt, though Kurt had told him plenty of times he liked a little bit of pain.

Kurt cried out as Blaine filled him completely. This was what he needed. The fullness, the stretch that came with Blaine's cock inside him.

Blaine started thrusting into him in sure, even strokes, loving the look on Kurt's face as he came near the edge. The love and hunger for the man beneath him overwhelmed him and he leaned his face down into the soft area between Kurt's neck and shoulder. Kurt answered by wrapping his long legs around Blaine's waist and holding onto his shoulders tightly.

"I love you," Blaine whispered.

"Love you too," Kurt answered before biting Blaine's shoulder. "Harder, please."

Blaine lost himself as he sat back up and rocked his hips against Kurt harder and harder, pounding into him until Kurt began to keen, the noise high pitched and beautiful to Blaine's ears. He reached down and pumped Kurt's full cock until he came, shooting white all over his stomach. Blaine growled lightly at the sight. It never failed to curl his toes to see Kurt come. The sight and smell of their love overcame his control and he yelled Kurt's name as he thrust into him and came inside Kurt.

He was moaning with each gasp of air as he rested down against Kurt again. There had been something intense in this session of lovemaking. Pulling out, he leaned over Kurt, pushing his hand through Kurt's damp hair and kissed his forehead, his eyelids, nose and finally the perfect pink lips that parted softly below his.

Kurt smiled against him and turned his head into Blaine, snuggling closer. Blaine usually liked to be the spoon, but this time he surrounded Kurt with his body, pulling him tight to his chest.

"That was wonderful, Blaine, I love you," Kurt murmured, already half asleep.

"I love you too, Kurt. Forever," Blaine said quietly.

"Hmm. Forever," Kurt said and drifted off to sleep.

Blaine laid there for a time, enjoying the quiet in his body from the intense orgasm. Leaning up onto his elbow, he stared at Kurt. The medium brown hair that flopped against his forehead that only Blaine got to see in its natural state. His unbelievably long lashes covered eyes that transitioned between blue, green, and gray depending on his clothes and mood. He had a small nose that turned up when he was feeling arrogant or defensive. Blaine found it adorable. A light dusting of freckles covered his nose and upper cheeks, so light that you had to be as close as Blaine was to even see them. His favorite feature of Kurt's was a toss-up between his expressive eyes and his beautiful mouth. His lips were generous and a soft pink that tempted Blaine to touch them at all times. They were soft and sweet to taste as well, causing Blaine to kiss Kurt at all hours of the day, even when it wasn't always appropriate. He lightly traced his finger down Kurt's long neck and over his lightly muscled arm. Kurt was taller than him by a couple of inches and had a lithe body, like a dancer.

There was nothing in this world he loved more than Kurt and this had been another day where he got to show him that through words and deeds, as he tried to do every day. Tomorrow, though. Tomorrow, he got to do something even more special for Kurt. He grinned widely before settling back into Kurt's warm body and nodding off for a small nap.