Blaine made love to Kurt again Thursday morning. As he neared his orgasm, he almost lost it. He was suddenly thrusting harder and faster and Kurt was starting to wail under him. He slowed down and was grateful when he came. He lay there for a few minutes before rolling off of Kurt and walking out to the back deck. He was relieved Kurt did not follow or call out to him.

He stepped up to the railing, still naked, and gripped it tightly. The darkness was in an uproar. Impatient. Blaine closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He really wanted to wait until Friday. He wanted to make love to Kurt a few more times so he could get used to having him inside him, but he was starting to think he wouldn't make it. Now that they were so close, his body didn't understand the delay. Every fiber in his being was screaming, just fuck him already.

Blaine gripped the railing tighter. He had to get a hold of himself.