Kurt was slightly confused and disappointed when he rolled over the following morning and heard the crinkling of paper rather than feel Blaine's warm body. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes to read the note:

Kurt,

Duty calls. Be back soon. Help yourself to anything in the fridge!

–Blaine

He smiled softly and rolled out of bed, padding out of Blaine's bedroom and to the bathroom that was off of the living room. When he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror after relieving himself, Kurt noticed that he was wearing the same expression as his reflection in the river Friday night…the happy face that only Blaine could cause him to make. That and he needed to moisturize like now, since his skin was already showing signs of drying. Kurt made do with what he found in Blaine's cabinet, and then borrowed some mouthwash before trying to tame his hair from sticking up in so many odd directions.

Blaine still hadn't returned once Kurt had finished in the bathroom, and he felt a mixture of emotions at the fact. Somewhat peeved that Blaine wasn't back yet, nervous and forlorn that it was always going to be like this, but at the same time, proud that Blaine had such a noble heart and altruistic nature, then finally privileged that such a magnanimous man had chosen him.

Kurt decided to take Blaine up on his offer on raiding his fridge, and was surprised to find it so well stocked. He had figured between the hours he put in at The Daily Planet plus his Superman duties that Blaine wouldn't have much time to grocery shop. Kurt was wrong. And what with Blaine saving the world and giving Kurt such a superb orgasm last night, Kurt figured the least he could do was make Blaine breakfast.

He was so immersed in getting his egg-white omelet just the way he liked it that Kurt wasn't aware that Blaine had slipped back into the apartment. He grinned and zoomed up behind Kurt unseen.

"You made me breakfast," he murmured into Kurt's ear, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist.

Kurt shrieked in an embarrassingly girly manner, jumping at Blaine's sudden closeness and flinging his hands in the air in alarm, sending the frying pan and Kurt's almost perfect omelet with it. Blaine deftly reaches around Kurt to catch the airborne frying pan and recover the omelet with effortless dexterity, switching off the stove while he was at it.

Turning around to face him, Kurt blushed as Blaine surveyed him with a look of disbelief and amusement. "Don't judge me. I scare really easily and you just traipse in here all stealthily and I can't help it if…okay, you can judge me."

Blaine chuckled. "I think it's adorable, I think you're adorable." He kissed Kurt sweetly. "Good morning."

Kurt, no longer scared half to death, was able to get a good look at Blaine. The suit clung deliciously to every curve of his muscular body, which was already a sexy sight, made all the more erotic with the fact that Kurt knew what that body looked like without the suit. "Yes, it is," he agreed, pulling Blaine in for a decidedly less sweet liplock.

"Mmmm, Kurt," Blaine mumbled, trying to pry his lips away from Kurt's, "Kurt, baby, that's so good, but I don't want your culinary efforts to go to waste."

Kurt released him with a little exasperated sigh. "Men and their appetites."

"Can't help it," Blaine shrugged with a smile. "Let me go get changed and I'll—"

"No!" Kurt cut him off. "I mean, um, like you said, we don't want the food to get cold and I wouldn't mind if you just left the suit on while we ate."

"Kurt," Blaine began, cocking an eyebrow. "Do you have a thing for the suit?"

"No, I'm just hungry," He lied…pathetically, pathetically lied.

"Liar," Blaine called him out, enjoying the flush that was spreading over Kurt's face and neck. "You love the suit."

"I like a man in uniform," Kurt admitted in a rush, "especially one that's so tight," he added in a voice that a normal man wouldn't have been able to hear.

"I'll remember that," Blaine replied conversationally, balancing all of the plates of food on his arm expertly and making his way over to the table. "I might even have to whip out my old school uniform from high school."

"Sc-school uniform?" Kurt repeated, following Blaine over to the table, silently cursing that damn cape for obscuring Blaine's spandex-clad backside.

"Yep," Blaine replied, pulling out a chair and motioning for Kurt to sit. He complied. "But first, breakfast."

"I'm hungry for something else all of sudden."

Blaine chewed and swallowed the bite of toast he had just consumed before answering. "Then you shouldn't have made this food so delicious," he chided playfully, going for the bacon.

Kurt watched him scarf down the various plates of food for a few moments before remarking, "If how you eat is one of your special abilities, then I think my step-brother has super powers."

Blaine laughed. "Well, fighting crime does cause one to work up quite an appetite, so it's a possibility. How is Finn?"

"Ugh, fighting with his girlfriend again. They've been together since high school and if he doesn't propose soon, it is very likely that Quinn will go on a murderous rampage."

"Women," Blaine scoffed with a roll of his eyes. "Kurt, you haven't touched your food. Everything okay?"

Kurt shuddered out of his infatuated daze. "Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just got distracted by the attractiveness of the company, that's all."

Blaine flashed him one of his swoon-inducing grins, and after a few more minutes of admiring, Kurt began to eat his omelet. The pair ate in a comfortable silence until Kurt began to make those sexy little moans again as he enjoyed his meal. Blaine forgot all about his food, opting to ogle Kurt instead of finishing his scrambled eggs.

"I don't want to toot my own horn, but this is really good," he commented. When Blaine didn't reply, Kurt glanced up at him, and noted his stare. "What, do I have something in my teeth?"

Blaine snorted a laugh and shook his head. "No, it's…I enjoy it a little too much when you enjoy your food."

Kurt's brow furrowed in confusion for a couple of seconds before it clicked. "Ooooooh, well I do owe you an orgasm, don't I?"

Less than a second later, Kurt felt himself being slammed into Blaine's bed, his lips being ambushed by Blaine's, his shirt literally being ripped off his body. He tried to reciprocate but Kurt's fingers just scratched at the spandex unsuccessfully. Blaine picked up on the hint and broke the kiss, winking before momentarily turning into a blur to discard his hero attire, the only article of clothing left on him a pair of neoprene shorts that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, namely, how aroused Blaine was at the moment.

"Off," Kurt barked and Blaine obeyed, removing his undergarments at a normal pace this time. Kurt couldn't contain the wanton whine he made at the sight of Blaine naked. It was all so tan, muscular, and most importantly, all for Kurt.

He made a show of licking his palm, causing a string of profanities to tumble from Blaine's lips, before wrapping his hand around Blaine's massive cock.

"I can't go at the speed of light," Kurt remarked as he began to move his hand. "But, I—"

"Kurt," Blaine interjected, his tone nothing less than utterly debauched. "The fact that it's your hand makes it…ah fuck fuck fuck, better than the sp-sp-speed…oh…"

"I'm flattered," he replied, blushing a little. The fact that Kurt could look so innocent and flushed while giving him a handjob made Blaine's eyes roll back in his head and his hip begin to cant forward in time with Kurt's pumping. "Hey Blaine?"

"Mmmm?"

"Does the um…invulnerability thing…does it apply to your whole body, like your strength?"

"Mmhmm."

"So if I did this," Kurt gave Blaine's cock a rather rough squeeze, "it wouldn't hurt?"

"God, no," Blaine replied. "Nnnnnnngh, you can…you can…go harder…shit…if you want…I…I—yes, Kurt…woah-won't break."

"Duly noted," Kurt replied, his turn to wink. He began to tug and squeeze at Blaine's cock brusquely, so hard that it would easily injure an ordinary man, but Blaine relished the sensations. The timbre of his Blaine's grunts and groans, along with how the pace of Blaine's thrusting was near super-human, alerted Kurt that he was close. Kurt picked up the pace of his strokes and gripped Blaine's cock with all of his strength and moments later, the thick, pearly ropes of Blaine's cum were shooting everywhere. Kurt rubbed him through his climax, considerably less roughly though.

Once Blaine's cock was flaccid again, he collapsed on the bed next to Kurt. "That," he panted, "was totally awesome."

Kurt laughed. "Oh, high praise there."

"Hmm," he hummed contentedly.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," Blaine answered, rolling over to face Kurt and propping himself on his elbow.

"Um, you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but exactly how long has it been since you've had sex?"

Blaine immediately adverted his eyes in shame. "Promise not to laugh or judge or anything?"

"You know I wouldn't," Kurt vowed, locking gazes with Blaine. "If it makes you feel less awkward, I hadn't gotten any in like nine months before last night."

Blaine mumbled something quickly and quietly.

"Sorry? I didn't catch that."

"Eight years."

"WHAT?"

"I-I was in training!" Blaine tried to explain.

"Training for what, the priesthood?" Kurt retorted.

"No! To be Superman," Blaine went on, his face reddening more and more by the second. "I was up north, way up north, and there weren't any people, let alone gay men, around."

"I can't believe—jeez, talk about super endurance," Kurt marveled to himself.

"Can we change the subject?" pleaded Blaine.

"Sure," Kurt told him, kicking himself mentally for his insensitive reaction. "Oh Blaine, I didn't mean to humiliate you or anything. I only asked because I'm so floored by how at freaking amazing you are at this. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"It's fine. But speaking of you and sex, can I get you off now? Provided that my eight years of abstinence wasn't a total boner kill for you."

"Please Blaine, it's going to take a lot more than that to get me soft when you're so naked and close to me," Kurt promised him, unable to resist the urge to run his hand up and down Blaine's perfect abdomen.

Blaine smiled and drew Kurt into his lap. "What do you want, baby?" he whispered seductively into Kurt's ear.

It took a moment for Kurt to clear his mind of the lustful fog Blaine had created with his inquiry to remember how to make words. "I…I want…"

Blaine ripped off Kurt's boxers and began kneading his bare buttocks. "What, baby? Tell me."

Kurt knew he wanted. He wanted Blaine to fuck him. But that wasn't an option at the moment, so Kurt scrambled to think of the next best thing that wouldn't test the limits of Blaine's self-control. "I want to rub off…on-on your thigh."

"Whatever you say, baby," he crooned, then lifted Kurt slightly so he was straddling Blaine's right thigh. Kurt didn't waste a moment before he began to shamelessly hump Blaine, seeking his lips for a desperate, sloppy kiss as they rubbed against each other. Kurt was quite surprised to feel Blaine hard against him, because hadn't he come like five minutes ago? He quickly dismissed the thought though, and chose to concentrate on the glorious friction of his cock on Blaine's leg and Blaine's cock on his thigh.

"I'm sor-sorry, I can't do more," Blaine apologized, his voice tight. "Buh-but I don't want to risk it."

"What would you do?" Kurt inquired breathlessly. "What would you do if you could?

Blaine groaned at Kurt's request. He smirked, remembering that last night Blaine had let it slip that he had a dirty talk kink.

"I'd nibble your ear," Blaine rasped.

"Like this?" Kurt caught Blaine's right ear lobe between his teeth.

"Ughhhh, yes!" Blaine moaned, the pace of his grinding into Kurt's thigh beginning to pick up.

"What else?" Kurt prompted before tracing the shell of his ear with his tongue.

"I-I'd probably play with your nipples too."

"Hmm, good idea," Kurt purred, sliding his hands down from Blaine's shoulders to tweak the two buds. A broken cry escaped Blaine's lips and his hold on Kurt's hips constricted.

"Too tight, Blaine" Kurt admonished his lover.

Instantly, Blaine's grip slackened. "Sorry baby, see what I mean though? Ugh you know what's too tight? Your ass. You have such an amazing ass, Kurt. I'd give anything to be able to get my fingers in there, to stretch you out for my cock."

Blaine's words caused Kurt to moan long and deep. "I know, Blaine, I know. I…want that too…oh, want it so bad…what if I did this?" Kurt shoved his index finger in his mouth.

It took Blaine a moment to realize what Kurt was doing, but when he did, he practically started to sob. "Oh fuck Kurt, fuck. So…so fucking…I'm going to come Kurt…gonna come so hard…" He craned his neck to the side so he could watch Kurt slide the digit into his entrance. He had barely gotten his fingernail in before Blaine's hips spasmed and his seed soaked Kurt's thigh.

Kurt's finger hadn't advanced that much more inside of him before Blaine's hand found his cock and jerked him off at super-speed so he was coming just a few seconds later. Once his orgasm had subsided, Kurt collapsed on top of Blaine, who set him back on the bed gently before disappearing for a split second and returning with a washcloth to clean the both of them off.

"Hmm, thanks," Kurt mumbled sleepily.

"Anytime, Kurt," Blaine assured him, much too alert for a man that had just climaxed twice in a twenty-minute period. "If you want to take a nap, Kurt, then by all means go ahead. I'm not going to be offended or anything."

"If you insist," he yawned, smiling dreamily when Blaine tucked the covers up around him. "Hold me?"

"Like you have to ask," Blaine mock-scoffed, joining Kurt underneath the blankets and pulling him close to his body as Kurt drifted off to sleep.

0-0-0

"Hey there, Sleeping Beauty," Blaine's voice greeted him as Kurt regained consciousness a few hours later.

"Hey yourself, Prince Charming," Kurt quipped, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Blaine was sitting next to him on the bed, dressed as Superman. "Now, that is a sight I could get used to waking up to."

Blaine grinned. "I could say the same about having you in my bed. But Kurt," he began, his tone becoming serious, "we probably should talk about, you know, us."

"I agree," Kurt replied, sitting up. "So…what are we exactly?"

"Well, Kurt," Blaine took Kurt's hand in his. "I would be honored if you would be my boyfriend. But if you don't think you can handle my…'other career', then I completely understand. I can even wipe your memory if you don't want there to be any hard feelings."

"Blaine, mention brainwashing me again and I will find a way to hurt you," he threatened, only half-joking.

"It's just—" Blaine's thumb began rubbing small circles into the back of Kurt's hand. "I want you to know what you're getting yourself into. I'm fully prepared to make you a priority Kurt, but you have to realize that being Superman is a major priority of mine as well. And that means lonely nights, missed dates, sudden departures if something comes up, stuff like that."

"I understand, Blaine," Kurt told him sincerely, "and I think it's so amazing what you do for this planet. And maybe you not being around all the time might be a good thing for us, actually. I've always been very independent, and I've never really been in a serious relationship before, and your 'other career' will give us a healthy dose of space, you know? Prevent us from getting too clingy with one another, give me time to work and hang out with the girls, et cetera."

Blaine studied Kurt for a moment before sweeping him into a languid kiss. "What did I do to get such a remarkable, intelligent, compassionate man like you?"

"Please," Kurt snorted. "More like, how severe was the head injury you sustained that made you want to be with me?"

"No way, I'm the lu—" Blaine's rebuttal was silenced by the sudden blaring of sirens.

Kurt gave Blaine a sympathetic look. "Duty calls."

"Let me take you home first," he asserted, hopping of the bed. "Do want to borrow some clothes?"

"No, it's fine, just toss me mine from last night."

Kurt was ready to go within a few minutes, and five minutes after that, Blaine was lowering him onto his balcony.

"See you tomorrow," Blaine told him softly.

"Yeah," Kurt replied. "Oh, fuck!"

"What is it?" questioned Blaine, making the confused face that Kurt found so endearing.

"Tomorrow, Blaine. What are we going to do about work tomorrow?"

"Shit, I hadn't thought of that," Blaine sighed. "I'm guessing The Planet frowns on office romances?"

"Sue singlehandedly destroyed a twenty-year marriage last year because she was bored," Kurt informed him, not a trace of playfulness in his tone.

"Wow," Blaine's eyebrows shot up. "Well, I guess we're going to have to keep our relationship a secret then. Sorry."

"Hey, maybe it won't be so bad," Kurt said, pressing light kisses into Blaine's strong jaw. "It could be exciting having a steamy secret like having an affair with Superman to keep all to myself."

Kurt smashed his lips to Blaine's for a hungry kiss, knowing that it was going to have to last him until tomorrow.

"Mmmm, baby," Blaine whimpered as he practically forced Kurt off of him. "I really should go."

"I know," Kurt huffed in regret. "I was just giving my hero a proper send off."

"Well, I don't know how proper it would be if I showed up to save people nursing a semi," Blaine pointed out.

"Hmm, it'd be hot though," Kurt giggled.

"See you tomorrow, Kurt," Blaine told him, sneaking in a peck on his cheek before taking off.

"See ya around, Superman."