What happened? was the first thought that circulated in Kurt's head as he came to. He could feel that he lying on something soft…like a bed. Am I home? How did I get home?

Kurt's eyes fluttered open. Immediately, he noted that the ceiling was not the creamy off-white shade like his bedroom. Where am I then? He strained to remember what had happened before he passed out. The date…I was with Blaine and—

"Kurt? Oh good, you're awake. I'm sorry, I've really got to stop making you faint."

It all came rushing back to him. Kurt turned his head in the direction the voice came from. He saw Superman: the warm hazel eyes, the plump lips, the chiseled jaw, the dark parted hair. But what was Superman doing in Blaine's apartment, and why was he wearing's Blaine's clothing? Oh, that's right, Blaine and Superman apparently were the same person now.

Kurt blinked a few times, shook his head, and started to sit up. They needed to discuss this. Now. Kurt noted the locations were a camera crew and Ashton Kutcher might be hiding as Blaine shifted from where he was kneeling beside Kurt and joined him on the couch.

Kurt opened his mouth with something to say but closed it. "What should I call you?"

"Blaine's fine," he replied.

When he thought about it, it did explain a lot. Why Blaine could always hear Kurt whispering to himself under his breath, why he always took so long getting coffee sometimes or would take twenty minute bathroom breaks, why Superman had been so cryptic when asked about his "day job". "You're really Superman?"

"I am. I'm so sorry I told you like this, Kurt. I shouldn't have just sprung this on you, I wanted to wait…I was planning on doing this differently, but it wouldn't be fair to string you along, make you feel guilty. I'll tell you anything you want to know, Kurt."

"So this is the second time we've gone on a date this week?"

"Yes," Blaine answered, blush creeping into his cheeks. "I've been selfish."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Kurt thought back to last night and the night before on the roof of The Daily Planet. He suddenly felt incredibly stupid and frustrated at Blaine…Superman…whoever he was. "I feel like I've been duped. Is this some sort of game to you? To get back at me for how I treat you at The Planet?"

"No, Kurt, not at all!" Blaine averred, moving to take Kurt's hands again, but thought better of it. "I hated lying to you, but I had to keep my identity a secret for my safety and yours, you understand that right?"

"I just…I don't know who you are anymore!" Kurt cried, overwhelmed. His eyes began to prickle with tears, but Kurt willed him away. The last thing he needed to do was start crying like a little girl.

"Kurt, please listen to me," Blaine's voice was full of desperation. "The guy you went on a date with tonight was the real me, I swear. I wanted to let you in earlier, believe me, I really did, but I just…I just wanted to make sure you liked all of me first. I wasn't joking when I told you that you were my weakness, Kurt. My skin maybe impenetrable, but my heart can still break. And it's…Superman's pretty easy to like, you know? Then I'm such a dork at work because I need to be the last person anyone would suspect to be Superman and judging by your reaction a couple minutes ago, I guess I've been doing a pretty good job at it. But tonight, against all of my better judgment and willpower, I wasn't putting on an act. But if you don't think you can handle this Kurt, I understand. I can make you forget tonight happened—"

"NO!" Kurt hollered at the suggestion. "I…it's just…I mean, I just need a few minutes to process this."

"Of course," Blaine said. "Like I said, I'll tell you whatever you want to know."

Kurt sat and pondered for a few minutes. "Why do you work at The Daily Planet?"

"Well, I don't get paid for being Superman," Blaine chuckled. "I mean, I've gotten offers for endorsement deals, but I'm getting off track. Working at The Daily Planet allows me to hear about the news as it breaks. Plus, I enjoy writing."

Kurt looked at him. It was so strange to see Superman in street clothes. Kurt kind of liked it though, he liked being in on the secret, being the only one who got to see Superman like this. In fact, it was turning him on a little. "Are you wearing it now? The costume?"

"No," Blaine smiled. "I took the night off."

"To be with me?"

"Yes."

"Blaine! You're making me feel bad!" Kurt complained, trying to disguise how secretly flattered he was.

"Hey! I'm allowed to take a break every once in a while. That's actually why I was late picking you up, I was…dealing with something," Blaine told him.

Kurt laughed to himself.

"What is it?" Blaine inquired.

"I was just thinking about when you picked me up, how you were acting all out of breath. It was cute."

"Cute, huh?" Blaine echoed, beginning to close the distance between them. "So, you're okay with this?"

"I am. Well actually, to be honest," Kurt murmured, "I'm not totally convinced that you're Superman."

Blaine pulled back and sat straight up. "You're not?"

"Nope," Kurt replied, trying to fight the sly smirk that was tugging at the corners at his lips.

"What do I have to do? Light those—" Blaine motioned to the candles on his coffee table "with my eyes?"

"As fascinating as I'm sure that would be, I think kissing me would suffice," Kurt clarified, the playful lilt in his tone unmistakable.

"Kiss you?"

"Yes. You see, the guy I kissed earlier did not kiss like Superman does, and trust me, I know how Superman kisses," teased Kurt.

"I'll show you how Superman kisses," Blaine growled before crashing his lips to Kurt's. Neither man bothered to stifle the moans that the contact caused them to make. They were bolder than the night before, teeth clashing together as their tongues intertwined right away on account of there wasn't anything to hide anymore.

Even though Blaine's tongue was down his throat and his hand was fisted in his shirt possessively while the other cupped his face, Kurt could not believe this was actually happening, how ridiculously fortunate he was. Because not only was Superman gay, he liked him, he also happened to be Blaine. If that wasn't the jackpot, Kurt didn't know what was.

Kurt wasn't really sure when he moved to straddle Blaine's thigh, or when Blaine dropped his kisses to his neck, but just like last night, Blaine remained the ever the gentleman. His hands hadn't ventured below the belt and although Kurt's thigh was pressed up right up against the front of his pants (which were beginning to become tented, he noticed), Blaine hadn't sought any friction against it. That was when a deliciously wicked question popped into his head, and Blaine had said he'd tell Kurt anything he wanted to know, right?

"Blaine," he huffed, pulling away from Blaine's grasp and sitting back on his strong, sturdy thigh.

"Yeah?" he asked, his voice all breathy and wrecked, his head tilted back to rest on the top of the couch, his eyes half-lidded and unfocused. Kurt can't help but feel a little swell of accomplishment and arousal at the fact that he reduced freaking Superman to an out-of-breath, horny mess.

"Have you ever used your x-ray vision to, you know, check me out?"

Blaine's eyes snapped open and he straightened up instantly. "No! Of course not! I've always respected your privacy Kurt, I mean I only used it those times you asked me what color your underwear was but I never looked…beneath them."

"Do you want to?" Kurt asked in a low, seductive voice, leaning forward so he could whisper what he said next directly into Blaine's ear. "You won't need the x-ray vision, either."

A low moan ripped from Blaine's throat, his hips pushing forward slightly into Kurt's thigh at his suggestion. "Kurt," he groaned, "you can't just say things like that!"

"Sorry, was I not straightforward enough?" Kurt asked, starting to grind himself into Blaine's thigh. "Let me rephrase-I want to get naked."

Blaine's eyes rolled back into his head. How many times had he dreamed of Kurt expressing that sentiment to him? Now it was actually happening. He wanted to super-speed them into the bedroom, claw away their clothes, and then pound into Kurt until morning (because if you have super-endurance, you might as well use it). God, it's been so long since I had sex, he thought, too fucking long…Blaine caught himself. It had been too long, that was the problem. Blaine wasn't sure if he could control his strength anymore like he had conditioned himself to do in college, and even if a shred of self-control lingered, Kurt would probably obliterate it with his talented tongue, or his naughty words, or that pert little ass of his...

"Kurt," he ground out. I can't believe it, I can't believe cockblocking myself. Kurt hopped of off him, and suddenly it was a lot easier to compose his thoughts. I can do this—

"Tell you what," Kurt began. "I'm going to head over to the bedroom, and if you're not there after I count to three, I'm starting without you." He sauntered out of the room, leaving Blaine there on the couch cursing his strength and the sinful sway of Kurt's hips.

Kurt had already lost his vest and key-tie thingy and was working on his Doc Martens when Blaine entered his bedroom, taking measured breaths and trying to think horrendous thoughts to calm himself down. If I hurt Kurt I could never forgive myself, he chanted in his head, if I hurt Kurt I could never forgive myself…

"Kurt," said Blaine. Kurt looked up from his shoe laces and grinned.

"Hey there, sexy," Kurt purred. "Give me a sec." He toed off his boots and then threw himself at Blaine, who caught him all to easily. "Bed," Kurt commanded, and Blaine, too preoccupied with the fact that Kurt's long, sinuous legs were wrapped around him and their cocks were slotted together, obeyed blindly.

Once they were seated at the edge of the bed, Kurt didn't waste a moment, and began to suck on Blaine's ear while unbuttoning his shirt and resumed his grinding into Blaine's groin.

"Shit, Blaine," he cursed into Blaine's ear. "You have no idea how hot you make me, I want you inside of me so fucking badly."

"How did you know I liked dirty talk?" Blaine whimpered, paralyzed by Kurt's ministrations. He was almost finished undoing Blaine's shirt.

"Because we're made for eac—Oh my God, Blaine!"

"What? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he assured him. "It's just, oh Blaine, I want to bake cookies on your stomach."

Kurt sat back on Blaine's thighs again to admire the set of washboard abs that he had just exposed. His mind screamed at him to TOUCH ALREADY and touch he did. Kurt ran his hands up and down the ripples of Blaine's abdomen greedily, reveling in the combination of hard muscle, warm skin, and soft, undeniably masculine chest hair. Kurt found himself tracing the "V" leading into Blaine's pants, and then got an even better idea.

He's taking off my pants, oh fuck, he's taking off my pants…this is not fair, so very very unfair, Blaine whined inwardly, scrambling to hold on to his restraint.

"So big," Kurt gasped at Blaine's cock after he freed it from its cloth confines. Seriously, Kurt had only seen a guy hung like that in his failed attempts at watching porn. He wrapped a hand around Blaine's thick length and choked in amazement as he watched Blaine continue to swell with arousal. Maybe there is a God after all…

Kurt quickly doubted his previous thought however, when Blaine seemed to disappear from below him and he was left on the bed alone.

"I'm sorry, Kurt."

Kurt looked behind him to see that Blaine was standing a few feet from the edge of the bed, a pained expression twisting his handsome features.

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked, his bravado vanishing. "Did you not…I'm sorry, Blaine! I don't know what came over me, it's just you're so—I want you so badly, Blaine. I freaked you out, didn't I? That's what I get for trying to be sexy—"

"Kurt, stop." Blaine was back on the bed sitting next to him in a split second. "You didn't do anything wrong, in fact, you were doing everything right. You are the sexiest man I have ever seen, and you don't even need to try. I had to stop because…well, I was getting carried away and I could really hurt you, Kurt."

"Blaine, I know I may seem like a baby penguin, but I've actually had sex before," Kurt deadpanned.

"No, Kurt, it's not that," Blaine chuckled and then paused to word his explanation as carefully as possible. "It's my strength, it's not just limited to my arms, if you know what I mean, and I haven't…been with anyone in an embarrassingly long time and…if I lost control, even just for a second, I could seriously injure you and then I'd never be able to live myself if I did."

"So," Kurt tried to comprehend what Blaine had just told him. "We can't have sex?"

"Yet," Blaine amended. "Just give me a little time to get reacquainted with being intimate with someone again and then we can go at it like rabbits…but you know, only if you want to."

Kurt giggled and leaned in to plant a chaste kiss on Blaine's lips. "Take as long as you need. Something tells me you're going to be worth the wait."

"And what makes you think that?" Blaine inquired, capturing Kurt's lips again for another kiss, this one less innocent.

Kurt pulled away. "Well, there's your dazzling personality," he looked pointedly at Blaine's crotch, "and then there's that."

Blaine blushed before springing up in realization. "Oh my God, you're not still hard, are you? I'm so sorry, Kurt—"

"Blaine, did you just apologize for giving me an erection?" quipped Kurt.

Blaine's flush turned a deeper shade of red. "I just—let me take care of you."

"I thought you said we had to wait until you regained your 'control'?"

"I have so much 'control' in my right hand it's a little pathetic," Blaine admitted. Images of Blaine touching himself flooded Kurt's mind and yep, definitely still hard. "But, if you don't feel comfortable, we don't have to."

"Oh, I'm certainly up for it," Kurt guaranteed him. "And I trust you, Blaine."

Blaine's eyes shone with something that resembled the word Kurt wasn't allowing himself to think yet, and claimed Kurt's mouth with a kiss that had a ferocity and hunger like earlier. He pulled Kurt into his lap again, finally allowing himself to cup Kurt's amazing ass, while they rubbed against each other.

The two men broke apart for air and Blaine spoke, "Now you mentioned something about getting naked, and I think we might be able to arrange that." He flipped Kurt over so he was lying on the bed, and began undressing him at an inhuman pace, his black shirt and pants were discarded then folded and put on top of the dresser before Kurt could count to ten.

Blaine paused to admire his handiwork. "So beautiful," he breathed and climbed on top of Kurt, kissing him passionately, as his fingertips glided all over Kurt's nearly naked body, coming to rest at the waistband of his briefs.

Kurt snickered into Blaine's mouth.

"What is it?" Blaine asked.

"Grey," he told him.

Blaine laughed in reply and hooked his fingers into Kurt's waistband but Kurt batted his hands away.

"Ah-ah-ah," he chided, "You are still wearing way too many clothes, Anderson. When I said I wanted to get naked, I meant both of us."

Blaine grinned and stripped down to his boxers at super-speed. He pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses into Kurt's shoulder as he reached over to his bedside table, opening the drawer and fishing out his bottle of lube. He flipped open the cap and squirted a generous amount into his hands before sitting up. They locked gazes before Kurt's dropped to his stomach.

"Have I mentioned that your abs are magnificent?" he asked Blaine, palming himself through his underwear at the sight.

"Hey!" Blaine protested, rubbing his hands together to warm the lube. "That's my job! Now off with underwear, I want to see you."

Kurt didn't need to be told twice, he shed his briefs as quick as someone who wasn't from Krypton could. Blaine studied him intently, and Kurt couldn't help but feel a wave of self-consciousness roll through him under his lover's intense stare. "I know I'm not as long as a freaking ruler like you, but—"

"Shut up," Blaine commanded him as gently as he could. "You're perfect."

"Funny, I feel the same way about you," Kurt told him genuinely, remembering the night when Superman had saved him.

"All I want you to worry about is feeling good," Blaine told him, his voice deep and gravelly. Kurt's reply was a very manly squeak as Blaine wrapped his warm, strong hand around Kurt's cock and began to pump.

"Blaine," Kurt moaned as Blaine continued to jerk him off, his pace steadily increasing. "Oh Blaine, so good…so fucking good…oh, more Blaine, more..."

"You want more?" Blain rumbled as he began to twist his hand at the end of each stroke, and brushing his thumb across the head to collect the beads of precome that were beginning to collect there.

"Ye-yes, Blaine," Kurt was struggling to formulate coherent words. "Pl-please."

"Your wish, my command," Blaine's free hand moved to cup Kurt's balls and began to roll them in his palm. "How's that?"

Kurt had been reduced to moans and sighs at this point, but even though Kurt couldn't speak per se, Blaine was completely sure that Kurt was enjoying this. He could tell Kurt was close, and Blaine had an idea for how to finish him off. He'd never tried it on anyone but himself, but after seventeen years of practice, Blaine decided that the payoff would be worth the risk.

Blaine's hand moved faster and faster over Kurt's member, reaching super-speed so it felt like Blaine was everywhere at once. Kurt's eyes screwed shut as he thrust into Blaine's fist one, two more times before coming with a strangled cry, hitting a high note, only countertenor like himself could reach.

Kurt hadn't realized that he had blacked out again until he was roused back into awareness by the feel of a warm, damp, washcloth gently scrubbing at his skin.

"Welcome back," Blaine murmured, a content smile on his face, as he hovered over Kurt, continuing to clean him with careful strokes.

"Ugh, I blacked out again, didn't I?" Two times in one night seemed a bit excessive. Kurt had always thought that passing out from an orgasm was just an old wives tale.

"Don't be ashamed," Blaine comforted him, "I did too the first time I did that to myself."

"Did you—"

"Yeah, right after you. I'm actually glad you weren't conscious when I did, it was pretty pitiful for a thirty-year-old man."

Kurt chuckled. "Well, you said it had been a while, right?"

"That's true," Blaine agreed as he finished cleaning Kurt's chest. "How about I grab you some clean clothes and we'll call it a night?"

"Sounds wonderful," Kurt replied, stealing a quick kiss before slipping under the covers of Blaine's bed.

Blaine returned moments later wearing fresh boxers, with a pair of plaid ones and an Ohio State t-shirt for Kurt, and joined him in bed.

"Are you a cuddler?" Blaine asked once Kurt was dressed.

"With you, I am," Kurt replied, nestling himself into the crook of Blaine's arm, just like he had when they had gone flying last night. Gaga, was that really just last night? He pressed a kiss into Blaine's pec (he was forever grateful that Blaine hadn't covered up his glorious torso with a shirt). "Hey Blaine?"

"Hmmm?"

"How did you ever leave your room when you were a teenager?"

Blaine laughed. "My dad made sure I had plenty of chores around the farm to keep me busy, believe me."

"Oh," Kurt said, his exhaustion really starting to set in.

"Any more questions about my sex-addled teenage years?"

"No, I think I'm good for right now," Kurt responded, stifling a yawn and snuggling closer to Blaine.

"Then you should probably…" Blaine didn't bother finishing his sentence once he glanced down and saw that Kurt was already asleep. He smiled and kissed his forehead, and only since Kurt didn't stir, Blaine let himself whisper "I love you, Kurt."