Kurt had no idea how time had flown by so quickly, he was surprised to find that it was already the middle of July. The past month seemed to pass in a blur of traveling, theatre, and sex. Lots of sex. Kurt knew it shouldn’t have come as a shock, especially with regarding how they met, but the teenager seemed to underestimate just how much Blaine liked to have sex…first thing in the morning, last thing at night, in the car (limo or Ferrari), while Kurt was trying to do readings for his G.L.E.E. course, while Kurt was in the middle of his moisturizing routine, one time the Greek had jumped him after he merely took a sip of coffee. Needless to say, Blaine was insatiable. But for all his sexual prowess, the god did made sure to spoil Kurt rotten, planning all sorts of fun, romantic, and sometimes surprisingly educational dates to take him on. There were nights where they would watch the sunset over the ocean from Lykavittos Hill, go out to dinner followed by a late-night walk along the Zea Marina, or Kurt’s favorite outing so far, spending a day at the absolutely luxurious Divani Apollon Palace & Spa, being pampered in ways he couldn’t even have imagined. Blaine, much to his own astonishment, found that he was quite good at playing the role of boyfriend, and was even more shocked to realize that he actually enjoyed it. He liked having someone that belonged to him, someone to take care of, a real person to interact with, not just an empty vessel for the god to control like a puppeteer. It helped that Kurt was an endlessly fascinating person, he was clever, sophisticated, virtuous, headstrong…the list went on. The past month had been dotted with moments, moments that had led to certain realizations on Blaine’s part…

Blaine’s first epiphany occurred when The New Directions were visiting the National Archeological Museum of Athens. Blaine had tagged along like he always did, and even though he only accompanied them to spend time with Kurt, the god found that he actually enjoyed playing tour guide (and eye candy) to the group of Americans. But today was different, the people at the museum were running the show, and being forced to sit through the drone of old men trying to tell him what his youth was like was nearing unbearable.

“…Aristophanes’ scripts are typical of Old Comedy…” the old man told the group that was leading the tour of the museum.

Wrong, Blaine thought to himself. Aristophanes was an innovator, I would know, I was in enough of his comedies to prove it…sometimes he hated the fact that he had to keep mum about what actually went on back in ancient times. It was the rule among immortals though, they had to let the humans research and discover for themselves or they’d blow their cover. Blaine did know of some demi-gods that would get their degrees in Archeology and try to subtly lead mortals to the correct conclusion, but they were few and far between.

Nevertheless, the god needed a distraction because he knew if he listened to another word of the pompous horse shit this mortal was spewing out of his mouth, Blaine would snap and reveal himself on the spot. His hazel eyes scanned the large, light marble room for something suitable enough to grab his attention. His eyes settled on his beautiful boyfriend standing next to him, immersed in the buffoon’s assumptions on Greek comedy. Blaine’s gaze lingered the mortal’s profile, the delicate slope of his nose, his impossibly high cheek bones, the adorable corner of his mouth…the god’s let his line of sight drop to the slender column of his pale neck, down the graceful curve of his back, resting at the perfection that was Kurt Hummel’s ass. The deity’s cock twitched just as the sight of it, his mind flooding with memories of the previous night when they had tried a new position. That perfect little ass had been perched so high in the air as Blaine had pounded into it, giving him a perfect view as his cock had disappeared in and out of Kurt’s tight hole.

Blaine shuddered at the memory, and noticed that his dick was half-hard in his pants. Well now how was supposed to help himself…

“Blaine!” Kurt exclaimed in harsh whisper after a hand had appeared on ass and squeezed. He shot his boyfriend a dirty look.

“I’m bored,” the god whined.

“Then play Angry Birds on your phone or something,” the American told him. “You can’t just start feeling me up in the middle of a school field trip!”

The god simply rolled his eyes with a pout. Kurt refocused on the tour, studying the vases and statues intently to ignore Blaine. He was doing such a good job at not paying attention to the god that caught Kurt completely off guard when Blaine’s slick finger slipped past the waistband of his shorts and underwear into the cleft of his ass when the group had gathered around yet another piece of pottery. He jerked and spasmed, earning a few puzzled glances from his classmates. Thankfully, since he and Blaine were in the back of crowd, no one could see that Blaine had his hand down the mortal’s pants.

“What on Earth are you doing?” Kurt hissed through gritted teeth.

“Shhh,” Blaine murmured into the mortal’s ear as his finger slipped lower. “Just relax, babe.”

“Blaine, we are in a public place and—ohhhhhh,” Kurt’s reprimand was reduced to a moan as the immortal’s fingertip breached his opening. “Ungh, you suck.”

“Your cock? Gladly,” Blaine smirked in return.

“Hey, Kurt, are you okay?”  asked Sam once he caught a glimpse of his friend’s glazed over expression.

“Mmhmm,” he replied in a pitifully high-pitched tone.

“Yeah, you don’t look so good,” Finn noted as well.

“I’m fine,” Kurt insisted, shooting Blaine a glare.

“Yeah, Kurt, are sure you’re feeling okay?” Blaine questioned with a false smile. Meanwhile, his finger slipped deeper and deeper into Kurt’s heat. “You look hot.”

If looks could kill and if Blaine could actually die, the god was pretty sure the glare Kurt was giving him would have reduced him to a heap of flesh and bones on the floor. Thankfully, neither of those things were possible, and Blaine just continued to move the digit he had inside of Kurt. The mortal opened his mouth, no doubt to fire a saucy comeback at Blaine, but the god crooked his finger and pressed against Kurt’s prostate right as he began to speak.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” the god inquired, grinning wolfishly after Kurt’s zinger had turned into a squeak and a jolt of his body from his touch.

“Mr. Schue?” Kurt managed to force his voice back to a semi-masculine volume. “The guys are right, I don’t feel well, may I please be excused to restroom?”

“Of course, Kurt!” The teacher assured him in the overly concerned manner he’d been behaving in lately. ”Blaine, will you go with him?”

Kurt scowled and Blaine smiled.

“Sure thing, Will. Come on, baby,” the god carefully extricated his finger from Kurt’s ass and guided him to the restroom.

Kurt slapped Blaine as soon as the lavatory door had shut behind him.

“Kinky,” Blaine muttered to himself as rubbed the part of his jaw where Kurt’s hand had made impact with his face.

“What the hell, Blaine! How could you—MR. SCHUE AND MY STEP-BROTHER WERE RIGHT THERE!!” Kurt hollered.

“I told you, I get bored really easily,” the god said with a shrug of his shoulders. “And you’re too distracting for your own good.”

“Oh, so this is all my fault,” Kurt declared sarcastically.

“No—Kurt, are you actually mad?” The murderous expression on his boyfriend’s face answered his question. “Oh babe, I’m sorry. I just wanted to have a little fun.”

“Well, I wanted to learn about Greek Comedy,” Kurt shot back, crossing his arms.

“From that idiot? Please, the old bat had no idea what he was talking about. His suppositions on Menander were laughable to put it kindly, and don’t even get me started about his interpretation of Lysistrata…”

Kurt didn’t say anything, he just continued to give Blaine the stink eye. The god sighed. “How can I make it up to you?”

The mortal remained silent. Blaine welcomed his boyfriend’s silence as a challenge. He approached Kurt and skimmed his lips across his collarbone just how he knew the mortal liked.

“Hmm?” the god provoked him. “Would you forgive me if kissed you here?”

He could hear Kurt’s breathing pick up in response to Blaine’s ministrations, but mortal kept quiet.

“No?” Blaine unbuttoned Kurt’s shirt halfway and began to tease the American’s nipples with his tongue. “Is this better?”

Kurt suppressed a mewl and let out a shaky breath. He knew trying to resist Blaine was futile, but no matter how talented the god was with his tongue, Kurt was determined not to let him off the hook so easily. Unfortunately,  his resolve was weakening with every swipe of the Greek’s tongue across his chest.

“Hm, someone’s stubborn. Guess I’m going to have to try harder,” the god said with fake disappointment as he sank to his knees, level with Kurt’s erection. “I thought you were mad at me? Other parts of you indicate otherwise.”

Kurt groaned. “You’re lucky you’re really hot, or else you wouldn’t be getting away with this.”

“I know,” Blaine smirked up at him before freed his arousal from its cloth confines. Blaine started by  kissing the tip of Kurt’s cock. The mortal shuddered and braced his hands on Blaine’s shoulders as the god began to place tantalizing little licks up and down Kurt’s shaft. The American was never sure if he should feel jealous that Blaine was so good at giving head, since he obviously had quite a bit of experience, or just to relax and enjoy the delights of his boyfriend’s mouth. Blaine had progressed to deep-throating the mortal’s member by now, and yeah, just relax and enjoy it is, Kurt decided internally.

Blaine placed his hands on the globes of his boyfriend’s perfect ass to draw more of him into his mouth as he continued to suck. He was tempted to sneak a hand down to attend to his own growing problem, but the god knew that this had to be solely about Kurt right now if he was going to have a chance at getting any later that night.

“Mmm, Blaine that feels so good,” Kurt moaned, his voice echoing off the tiles of the bathroom. “You’re so good at this…ungh, yes!”

The god let a moan of his own and just like that, Kurt was coming down his throat hot and hard. He swallowed all of his lover’s release with practiced ease and wiped his mouth as he stood up. Kurt resituated himself swiftly and started to leave.

“Hey!” The immortal had to call out to Kurt to get his attention. “Where are you—I’m still…” he gestured to the bulge in his slacks.

“Oh, you wanted me to take care of that for you?” Kurt asked, mimicking the tone Blaine had coaxed him in earlier.

“Kurt,” Blaine’s voice was wrecked. “Don’t do this to me.”

“What? You have two hands and besides, you said yourself that the museum guide didn’t know what he was talking about,” Kurt pointed out, a wicked smile gracing his usually angelic features. “While you may know everything there is to know about Greek comedy, it seems you need you to learn that payback is a bitch.”

Kurt disappeared through the door and Blaine growled in frustration. If he hadn’t recognized it before, it was official now, Blaine was totally and unequivocally whipped.

0-0-0

The next realization happened on a Saturday in late June. Kurt, Mercedes, and Rachel were standing on the curbside of the G.L.E.E. headquarters, chatting as they waited for Blaine to pick his beau up. It was one of their rare days off, and Kurt was excited to have an extended period of alone time with his boyfriend. Nevertheless, he felt a bit guilty since Mercedes and Rachel had been begging Kurt to go shopping with them since they touched down in Greece.

The sleek limo pulled up just moments later, Blaine stepping out to greet Kurt with a customary passionate kiss. Rachel and Mercedes looked on with wistful expressions before Blaine pulled away and acknowledged them.

“How are you two going to spend your precious day off?” the god inquired, his arm around Kurt’s waist.

“We wanted to go shopping,” Mercedes told him. “But we don’t really know our way around that well and besides, it’s kind of pointless to go without Kurt.”

“He is quite the fashionista,” Blaine concurred, cocking an eyebrow as he glanced sideways at his slightly blushing boyfriend. Their eyes met and communicated silently before turning back to the two girls. “Why don’t you two join us?”

“We’d love to!” Rachel immediately replied. Apparently, she needed no further invitation to clamber into the limo. Mercedes followed a split-second later.

“Blaine, you don’t have to do this,” Kurt murmured. If it wasn’t for their proximity, the mortal’s voice would have been drowned out by the squeals drifting out of the open car door.

Although bringing along Kurt’s two teeny-bopper friends would sufficiently cockblock him for the rest of the afternoon, Blaine couldn’t bring himself to refuse the American. “I want to. Mercedes and Rachel are your best friends, and we both know shopping is your favorite activity.”

“Former favorite activity,” the mortal corrected him, his hand slithering down Blaine’s chest to cup him through his linen slacks. “There’s something else I can think of that I like doing better.”

“You sexy little minx,” Blaine growled smacking Kurt’s ass playfully. “I wouldn’t have invited your friends along if I knew you were going to be so frisky today.”

“Too late now,” Kurt sighed. “Might as well prepare for yourself for the Rachel Berry Limo Fantasy Hour.”

The several guidebooks Kurt had consulted before coming to Greece read had made it very clear that Kolonaki was the most upscale area for shopping in Athens, and that Tsakalof Street was one of the most expensive streets in the world. Therefore, the American was positively euphoric when the limo dropped them off on the very street the teen had read so much about, and almost passed out when Blaine took his hand and asked “Where do you want to go first?”

“Ooh! Blaine! Hold this,” Kurt ordered his boyfriend as he sifted through Versace’s collection of pants. The god accepted the high-waisted pair of silk greige trousers Kurt passed him as the mortal continued to look. “Oh! And these would look so good on you, don’t you think?”

Blaine patiently took the hanger holding a pair of royal blue shorts Kurt gave him. “I like the color, yeah.”

 “I’m not boring you, am I?” Kurt looked at the deity uneasily. This was their sixth store, the four of them had already been to Bulgari, Gucci, Lanvin, Louis Vuitton, and Lancel. The afternoon had been passing by in a very Sex and the City montage-esque way, and although the mortal had loved every second of it, he was worried he was taking advantage of Blaine’s generosity.

“Not at all,” Blaine assured him with a smile and a kiss. “I’m just glad you’ve stopped being difficult.”

The god had insisted on paying for not just Kurt’s purchases, but Mercedes and Rachel’s as well, claiming that the five-figure totals they rang up at each store “weren’t a big deal”. Kurt had disagreed, he had tried to convince Blaine that paying for a multi-thousand dollar shopping spree was “WAY too much”. Blaine had gotten Kurt to cave with a spiel about there being “no better way to spend your money than on the people you care about “ and a twelve hundred euro Gucci printed button down.

“I only gave you a hard time because you’re ridiculous,” Kurt pointed out, moving to another rack and Blaine trailing behind him.

“Would you like us to add those to the other pieces you’ve selected to the dressing room, Mr. Athanasios?” One of the anorexic salesgirls asked Blaine. The way she was salivating over the god didn’t go unnoticed by the pair.

“Yes, thank you,” he responded, tersely but politely.

“Anything for you, Mr. Athanasios, anything,” she assured him with a sultry wink as she took both pairs of pants from the deity.

Kurt scoffed and rolled his eyes once she had left. The attendants at every store they had been to so far had been hitting on Blaine unabashedly. Kurt had gotten pretty good at disregarding other people’s advances towards his boyfriend, but this, in conjunction with the fact that Rachel and Mercedes couldn’t stop talking about how wonderful the god was, was starting to get on the mortal’s nerves. “Ugh, when are they ever going to get through their heads that you’re not interested? I mean, you introduced me as your boyfriend when we came into the store.”

Blaine just chuckled and shrugged in reply.

“Seriously, what am I, invisi—“

“KURT! LOOK AT THIS DRESS!” Rachel’s cries interrupted Kurt’s rant as she shoved a pale yellow gown in his face. “I HAVE TO TRY IT ON RIGHT NOW!” She grabbed his hand and marched him over to the dressing rooms.

Blaine waited outside for the two to show him what they had chosen to try on (Mercedes was still perusing the racks). He took a seat on one of the plush white couches the store provided.

“Hey, um, could someone help me with this?” Rachel’s slightly muffled voice pulled Blaine from his fantasy of him and Kurt fucking later that evening, the mortal’s hands tied up using one of the scarves they had purchased back at Gucci.

“Be right there, Rachel,” Blaine called back, approaching the curtain that separated her changing area from the rest of the store. “I’m coming in now.”

Blaine had to admit that he was impressed once he entered the dressing room. The structure of the gown fit Rachel’s small frame perfectly and the pastel yellow did wonders for her skin tone.

“You look beautiful,” the immortal told her as he gently pulled up the zipper on the back of the dress. He could hear the American girl’s breath hitch as their eyes locked in the mirror and before Blaine could register what was going on, he had an armful, not to mention a mouthful of Rachel attacking him.

“Hey! I want to see—OH MY GOD!” Kurt shrieked once he whipped back the curtain and was met with the visual of his boyfriend and his best friend sucking face.

Blaine pushed Rachel away immediately. “Kurt, I—this…”

“I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!” Kurt screeched before turning on his heel and storming out of the store, dressed head-to-toe in unpaid for Versace couture.

“No, baby, wait!” The god called as he went after him, pausing momentarily to tell the security guard that he didn’t need to taser Kurt for shoplifting before he caught up with the mortal on the sidewalk. He reached for Kurt’s wrist, “Baby—“

“DON’T CALL ME THAT!” Kurt yelled. “YOU ASSHOLE! INVITING MY FRIENDS ALONG WITH US SO CAN HOOK UP WITH THEM! WHAT’S NEXT? TAKING ME OUT TO DINNER SO YOU CAN SCREW THE WAITRESSES WHILE I’M IN THE BATHROOM?”

“Kurt, just calm down,” the god pleaded, hyper-aware of the tourists staring at them.

“NO!” he snapped petulantly and folded his arms over his chest.

“Honey, please listen, you know I’d never cheat on you. Rachel said she needed help putting on her dress and I went to help her and then she jumped me.”

“I’m going to kill her,” Kurt snarled.

“Baby, don’t,” Blaine said. “She couldn’t help herself.”

“Right,” Kurt replied with a particularly dramatic roll of his eyes. “It’s not her fault that you’re so fricking irresistible that anything with a pulse wants you to ravish them until they forget their name.”

“Kurt,” Blaine began cautiously. “You don’t understand—“

“I’M JUST SO SICK OF IT!” Kurt shouted, stomping his foot for dramatic effect. “They all act like I’m not worthy of you!”

“The last thing you are is unworthy, babe,” Blaine asserted, taking the mortal’s hand in his.

“I know,” the American informed him as-a-matter-of-factly, towing the god back into the store. “But I think it’s time everyone else did too.”

“What are you doing?” inquired Blaine as his boyfriend trudged through Versace back over to the dressing rooms. He completely ignored the staff’s attempts at getting their attention as well as the beginnings of a tearful apology from Rachel, but rather pushed the deity beyond the curtain and smashed their lips together. Blaine didn’t protest this turn of events until he could hear the rustle of clothing. He broke their liplock and his vision confirmed it, Kurt was undressing himself. “Seriously, Kurt. What are you doing?”

The mortal flung his shirt to the ground, “You always wanted to have sex in public, right?”

Blaine tried to keep his head from swimming as his cock sprang to full attention in his pants. Kurt taking control like this was easily the hottest thing ever. Yet, his newfound boyfriend instincts stopped him. “I don’t know—“

“Wait, you don’t want me?”  Kurt asked, his domineering attitude vanishing instantaneously and being replaced by insecurity. “Do you not think I’m attractive anymore? Do you really want Rachel more than—“

Blaine silenced Kurt by slamming his body into his, pinning him up against the opposite wall of the dressing room, and attacking the mortal’s mouth with his lips. “I’m going to fuck you up against this wall right now because you make me so hot that I can’t wait until we’re alone again to take you. Are we clear?”

Kurt gulped but nodded in comprehension.

“Now take off your pants,” Blaine growled as he unbuckled his and reached into his right pocket for the vial of lube he kept in his pocket for occasions like this whenever he and Kurt felt spontaneous. Until now, those “spontaneous” moments had been limited to the backseat of the limo, yet Blaine, ever hopeful, carried lube around just in case. And apparently, it had paid off.

Both men were naked a few seconds later, and the god paused for a moment to admire his boyfriend’s naked body, his pale skin slightly flushed and his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Turn around.”

Kurt obeyed the command and presented himself to Blaine, who slicked his fingers and didn’t hesitate tracing one around the rim of his puckered hole. The mortal couldn’t contain the moan the touch caused. Blaine chuckled darkly and pressed his body closer to Kurt, beginning to rub his hardness against Kurt’s leg as his finger dipped inside of the boy’s entrance.

“MmmmBLAINE,” Kurt keened loudly as Blaine began to prep him.

So much for keeping quiet, the immortal thought as another one of his digits entered Kurt’s hole. The mortal welcomed the intrusion eagerly, pushing back on Blaine’s fingers and letting out another loud moan. Blaine stretched him quickly but efficiently, if Kurt was making those kinds of sounds just from having the god’s fingers inside of him, he couldn’t wait for how obscene the mortal would sound once he began to fuck him.

Blaine pulled his fingers out of Kurt brusquely, stroking himself hastily to spread some lube on his cock before he turned the mortal around to face him again and pressed his back into the wall. “You ready?”

“Ugh…YES! Blaine just fuck me already!” Kurt ordered him wantonly.

The god didn’t need to be told twice. He plunged inside of his lover forcefully, causing both men to cry out from the intensity.

“Your ass…” Blaine panted as he began to hammer into Kurt, “…so perfect. How could I want any-anyone else?”

“Ungh, Blaine,” Kurt whimpered, clutching on to his boyfriend’s shoulders desperately as the force of the god’s thrusts caused him to slide up and down the length of the wall. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop…”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he grunted. Blaine turned his gaze to the mirror to the left of them. “Look at us, Kurt.”

The American complied with Blaine’s request and turned his gaze toward their reflections. His first reaction was to blush and look away, his few attempts at watching pornography back home had always resulted in embarrassment rather than arousal, but things were different now that he was the star of the show. He couldn’t believe how…sexy he looked, his face flushed, his hair messy, his lips parted as Blaine drove his member inside of him. And Blaine, all that olive skin and muscle, Kurt actually blinked a few times to make sure he wasn’t imagining it all.

Their gazes locked in the mirror as Blaine told him “You are so beautiful, especially when I’m fucking you. No one else can come close to this flawlessness.”

The god lowered his head to ravish Kurt’s neck, but the mortal couldn’t tear his gaze from the vision before him. That, combined with the fact that all those bitchy salesgirls could hear exactly what he and Blaine were doing, sent Kurt over the edge with a loud cry. The god followed after momentarily with a low groan of his own.

Once they had cleaned up (thank Gaga he had worn an ensemble that featured a handkerchief that day) and redressed, Kurt snatched every piece of clothing that had been hanging in the room and strutted out back into the store, straight up to the speechless store attendants.

“We’ll take these,” he told the woman in his best bitchy, disinterested tone of voice. He glanced over his shoulder at his equally as flabbergasted friends. “Mercedes, Rachel? Are you ready?”

As Blaine looked on as he leaned against the wall of the dressing room, it occurred to him. That was when Blaine knew no one could ever compare to Kurt Hummel.

0-0-0

The “big” moment came during Kurt and Blaine’s anniversary weekend. That’s right, Blaine was whisking him off for an entire weekend to celebrate. Kurt’s last class that Friday had felt like medieval torture from all the excitement that had been bubbling inside of him since Blaine had announced their anniversary plans the week before. The mortal had already packed the previous night, so all that was left to do when Mr. Schue dismissed them was to grab his bag and bound down the stairs of the building onto to the street where Blaine was waiting, leaning against the door of the Ferrari, to take him to their destination.

“Zakynthos, here we come!” Kurt cried enthusiastically as he launched himself into Blaine’s arms in greeting.

“Hmm, someone’s eager,” the god noted before he captured the mortal’s lips in a sweet kiss.

“Of course I am,” Kurt replied as Blaine loaded his tote into the car. “Our midterm was this week, the Rachel-Finn-Quinn love triangle drama has been upgraded to DEFCON 1, and I think I gained two pounds from all the stress-eating. Believe me when I say, Blaine, that this little getaway of ours was the only thing that got me through.”

“I’m flattered,” said Blaine, ushering Kurt into the passenger seat of the convertible as he did so.

“Now, I’ve already researched various things for us to do—“

“Besides each other?” Blaine interjected impishly as he situated himself behind the steering wheel.

“Ha ha,” Kurt rolled his eyes. “Although I’m aware that this weekend will be nonstop sex, I was hoping we could at least surface for a little sightseeing.”

“Of course, baby,” Blaine assured him with a mischievous glare. The engine roared to life and the Ferrari sped away from the curb.

Blaine had outdone himself. By now, Kurt knew that the god had sky-high standards,  so the mortal had expected that the couple would be staying in top-notch accommodations, but renting a fully-stocked house for the weekend with four bedrooms, a pool, and breathtaking ocean views was a little ridiculous.  

“Blaine, this is…” Kurt was lost for words as he stepped into the spacious stone foyer. “All this for our one-month anniversary?”

“Is it too much?” the god asked, his confident façade suddenly disappearing. “It’s too much.”

“Well, yes,” Kurt admitted as he draped his arms around Blaine’s shoulders. He leaned in so his lips were centimeters from the shorter man’s ear. “But it doesn’t mean I don’t like it.”

“Mmm, what do you say we ‘make ourselves at home’ then,” the deity suggested, pressing his hips against the teen’s.

“But where should we start?” the mortal mused.

“Patio,” Blaine decided. He scooped Kurt into his arms and headed for the back of the house. “Because then I get two beautiful views at once.”

Once the two had christened the patio and the master bedroom (twice), Kurt and Blaine finally ventured into town for dinner. The restaurant was chic, the food was gourmet, and the service was impeccable, but that was to be expected. What Kurt wasn’t expecting however, was for Blaine to lead him away from the house once after they arrived back after dinner.

“What are you doing?” Kurt inquired, a blend of skepticism and fear coloring his tone.

The god pulled off his shirt. “What does it look I’m doing?” He started unbuckling his belt. “We’re on the edge of a cliff—“ Blaine stepped out of his shoes, “—there’s water below—“ he proceeded to rid himself of his pants and underwear “and I’m naked.”

“No,” Kurt told him as soon as it clicked in his head. “No way. I am not going to jump off a cliff and go skinny-dipping with you. I could die, or worse, someone could see us.”

“Come on, do you think I’d ever let you die? Besides, we’re plenty secluded. It’s time to live a little, babe.”

Not even Blaine’s naked state could get Kurt to relent. “No. This is reckless and stupid.”

“That’s what makes it fun.” The deity considered his boyfriend for a moment before deciding how to proceed. “Okay, I see how it is.”

Before the American could ask him what he meant, Blaine had already taken a running start and leapt off into the inky water below. Kurt rushed to the precipice just as the Greek surfaced and the splash his entrance into the water had made was fading away.

“COME ON KURT!” He called up to him. “THE WATER’S NICE AND WARM! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?”

Blaine had a point. What on Earth was he waiting for? Kurt came to Greece to have an adventure, and standing on the edge rambling on about safety while your absurdly attractive Greek boyfriend beckons you to go skinny-dipping in the moonlight with him wasn’t very adventurous at all. He hastily stripped down and after taking a gigantic gulp of air, threw himself off the face of the cliff. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once as the mortal hurtled through the warm night air, and even though it stung a bit when he made impact with the water, the thrill of the plunge was well worth it.

“Took you long enough,” Blaine muttered with a mischievous lilt once Kurt had come up for air. His boyfriend’s appearance left the mortal slightly breathless—his raven locks were wet and slicked back, his eyes were dark and molten, and his skin, lit only by the moon high above both their heads, seemed paler and more luminous than usual.

“Only for you,” Kurt told the god.

A sly, seductive grin that never failed to arouse Kurt spread across Blaine’s lips. “Follow me.”

They swam in silence for a while, passing under the numerous arches of white stone the island was famous for. Eventually, they sought shelter in a cave that was carved into a broad face of the light-colored rock.

 “This is so amazing, Blaine,” Kurt said as he floated with Blaine in the center of the cave. He couldn’t keep his eyes from roaming all over, from the intricate patterns of the rock that made up the ceiling of the cave, to the picturesque panorama outside, to the gorgeous man in front of him.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” Blaine replied.

“But really, this whole trip has been magical and it’s all been because of you. I was so lonely before, Blaine, I was the only out gay person at my school and I was bullied constantly for it.” Blaine’s heart broke and simultaneously filled with rage. People had been abusing Kurt? Why was this the first he was hearing about it? Who were these mortal fucktards? Blaine was friends with several of Ares’s children, perhaps a trip to Ohio to bash a few heads in was in order. The god remained silent however and listened to Kurt as he went on. “I didn’t think I’d ever find anyone, or at least not until college at the earliest. Then I came here and I met you, and I’ve never been happier in my entire life. You treat me like a prince, spoiling me with shopping sprees and spa trips and weekend getaways, things I used to only be able to dream about.  I’m just so grateful for everything you’ve done for me.”

“You shouldn’t be grateful, Kurt,” the deity began, his voice slow and deliberate. “The clothes, the trips, that’s what you deserve. If anything, I’m unworthy of you. You’re this beautiful, pure, virtuous creature and I’m—“ a selfish, manipulative deviant? That wasn’t exactly romantic. Blaine paused to rephrase.  “—I should be working to deserve your affection. Taking care of you gives me no greater pleasure and satisfaction, and I always will, that I promise you.”

Kurt flung himself at Blaine, their lips colliding in a passionate kiss. The mortal wasted no time wrapping his legs around the god’s strong torso, and Blaine ‘s hands immediately dropped to his ass to support him. Blaine allowed himself to get lost in the intensity of the liplock for a few moments before he began to back up slowly, carrying Kurt to the edge of the cave where the water was shallower.

“I’m going to set you down, Beautiful,” the god informed his lover. Kurt replied with a small noise of assent. As soon as the mortal had consented, Blaine reconnected their mouths while released his grip as the teenager’s feet slid and settled on to the ground.

Soon after, one of the Greek’s hands slithered in between their wet bodies, after making a quick detour to pinch one of his lover’s rosy nipples, and reached Kurt’s cock. He wrapped his hand around the appendage to give it a few firm strokes before he loosened his hold enough that he fit his own erection alongside the mortal’s.

Kurt whimpered, the feel of his length sliding against Blaine’s, his hand keeping them close and creating even more divine friction, had the American’s head spinning from the all-consuming desire.

“Blaine, please,” he gasped. “Please…need you inside…”

“Okay baby, shhh,” Blaine whispered. “I’ll take care of you.”

With that, the god sunk to his knees and gently maneuvered Kurt so his back was toward him. The mortal was nervous, they’d always used the lube Blaine carried with him, and even though Blaine’s fingers would be wet from the water, Kurt was worried it would still hu—

Ohhhh, there was something moist probing Kurt’s entrance, but it wasn’t Blaine’s fingers. He glanced over his shoulder for confirmation and yes, that was the deity’s tongue circling his hole. Instinctually, Kurt’s hands flew forward to brace himself on the wall of the cave as Blaine carried on. He did so not a moment too soon either, because suddenly the Greek’s tongue pushed past the ring of muscle and the mortal knew that if he hadn’t had some form of external support he would have toppled over.

Blaine’s tongue thrusted in and out of Kurt’s hole briefly before two fingers joined it. Kurt involuntarily tensed at the addition, and the god waited patiently for his lover to relax, whispering sweet nothings as he did so. After a moment or two, Blaine was able to stretch Kurt, his tongue and fingers working in tandem between the mortal’s trembling thighs.

“Nngh, Blaine,” Kurt groaned.

“Now?” the deity questioned.

“Now,” verified the American, although Blaine had already reached down and cupped some water into his hand to slather on his cock.

The god rose and wrapped one strong arm around Kurt’s midsection as he guided himself into his lover. The mortal inhaled sharply at the sensation of becoming one, but then released the breath in an ecstatic moan once Blaine began to move, slowly and sensually. Blaine took his time, wanting to savor every moment of their lovemaking as he pushed and pulled his member in and out of Kurt at a leisurely pace. He let his hands roam all over the mortal’s alabaster skin, which seemed to be actually glowing in the moonlight, as well as his mouth to claim Kurt’s, which still faintly tasted of the glass of sweet dessert wine the teenager had consumed at dinner.

Words weren’t necessary as they moved together, they conversed only in staccato grunts from Blaine that punctuated every thrust of his hips, and breathy cries from Kurt that signaled his climax was near. The god heeded his lover’s warnings and doubled his efforts, his pace transitioning to something more erratic and desperate than steady and measured. Kurt’s hand found Blaine’s resting on his abdomen and they clasped hands as they came, the mortal first followed swiftly by the deity.

Spent from the swimming and the sex, Kurt lowered himself into the water once Blaine had carefully extracted his cock from his heat. He wanted to cry. For all the happy reasons, yes, but Kurt also had never been more frightened in his life, save for the brutal week in which his father was hospitalized after his heart attack. It was all so perfect, Blaine was so perfect, and Kurt knew that things never stayed perfect for long. His body flooded with anxiety at the thought. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t rid himself of the irksome sense of foreboding that seemed to settle into his bones.

Blaine’s emotions at the moment, on the other hand, were the exact opposite of his boyfriend’s. He couldn’t stop smiling from the elation of the revelation he’d had during their lovemaking. After twenty five hundred years of existence, Blaine had realized that he had fallen in love. He had fallen in love with Kurt.

0-0-0

Today, Blaine and Kurt had paid a visit to the Athens Central Market to pick up groceries since Blaine had planned to teach the mortal the finer points of Greek cuisine that evening. Blaine was genuinely looking forward to a fun night of boyfriend bonding and kitchen sex after a long day of separation. For the final component of his study abroad program, Kurt and the New Directions had to restage a piece of Greek theatre. The teenagers had spent the past week rehearsing and designing their production, Blaine stopping by only occasionally with lunch or to consult with Artie, the group’s dramaturge, about the historical accuracy of something. 

“I missed you today,” Blaine told his boyfriend as the elevator climbed to the top floor. He leaned over, his arms full of cloth grocery bags to kiss Kurt sweetly on the lips. “Everything is boring without you now.”

“You over-exaggerate,” Kurt accused him light-heartedly before kissing Blaine again.  “And besides, at least we’re together now, right?”

“That’s true,” Blaine admitted, stepping out of the elevator now that it had reached the penthouse. He murmured into Kurt’s ear “Now, if only I could decide if I should bend you over the counter first or fuck you on top of it…”

“Ahem.”

Both of their heads whipped forward to identify where the foreign voice had come from. There was a man standing in the middle of Blaine’s foyer. He was tall, easily six foot, dressed in a crisp white linen suit with a robin’s egg blue oxford and mocha-colored Prada loafers to complete the ensemble. He was indisputably handsome. His hair was a dark brown, nearly black, with the slightest bit of curl on top of his head, his skin was tanned, and although his face betrayed some age to it, he had undeniably striking features—green eyes, a prominent jaw line, and a carefully trimmed goatee. There was something else about him that Kurt couldn’t quite place, but nevertheless, he knew he was in the presence of a very important and powerful man as soon as he laid eyes on him.

The pair stared at him speechlessly for a few more seconds before Blaine spoke contemptuously. “What are you doing here?”

“Now Blaine,” the man spoke in a deep timbre, his tone confident and not the slightest bit affected by the scornful way Blaine had addressed him, “that’s no way to greet your father.”

Kurt’s jaw dropped involuntarily. This was Blaine’s father? He guessed he shouldn’t have been surprised, it made sense that someone like Blaine would come from someone who looked like that.

Blaine, on the other hand, was not as impressed. He simply rolled his eyes and scoffed at his father’s words. It was strange to watch, Blaine was usually so cool and sophisticated, and it startled Kurt to see his boyfriend suddenly act so…immature and irritable simply because his father was in the room.

Mr. Athanasios remained unruffled by his son’s disdain, in fact, he seemed rather amused by it. “Well, don’t be rude, aren’t you going to introduce me to your…”

“Boyfriend,” Blaine completed for his father as he wrapped his arm around Kurt’s waist protectively. “Father, this is my boyfriend, Kurt Hummel, and Kurt, this is my father—“

“Dionysus,” the man interrupted Blaine, causing his son to pale and shoot him and look that was a mix between cold-blooded fear and fiery rage. Dionysus ignored Blaine’s reaction of course, and stepped forward to shake a very confused and intimidated Kurt’s hand. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Kurt. I hate to intrude like this unannounced, but you’ll have to excuse me. I need to discuss a very urgent family matter with my son.”

Kurt opened and closed his mouth mechanically, trying to pump some saliva back into his mouth so he could reply. “I…um, of course, Mr. Athanasios. Should…should I go?”

“That won’t be necessary,” Blaine replied icily, his gaze locked in a stare down with his father. “This won’t take long.”

“Excuse us,” Dionysus said with a courteous smile to Kurt before he and Blaine disappeared into the bedroom.

“What in Zeus’s name do you think you’re doing?” demanded Blaine once they were out Kurt’s sight.

“What am I doing? What do you think you’re doing, Blaine?” Dionysus fired back. “Courting a mortal? Are you deranged?”

“You’ve never had a problem with any mortals I’ve had in the past,” the god sneered.

Dionysus labored a sigh. So Blaine was going to be difficult. He did his best to keep his temper in check before he addressed his son again. “That’s because you’ve always kept the relations from progressing beyond one night. I’ve heard you’ve been seeing this boy for over a month, is that correct, Blaine?”

“Yes,” he answered defiantly. It was difficult to resist the urge just to submit to the Olympian like all inferiors were naturally compelled to do, but Blaine had over two thousand years of paternal resentment working in his favor. 

“What have you been thinking?”  Dionysus inquired harshly.

“Why do you even care?” Blaine retaliated. “You’ve never given a flying fuck about anything I’ve ever done, so why now?”

“How dare you speak to me in such a way!” The Olympian exclaimed, the ground shaking on account of his outburst. He towered over his son menacingly. “You will show your father respect, boy, especially after the stupidity of your actions.” Blaine was silent, but didn’t cease glowering up at Dionysus as he continued to reprimand the god. “You’re right, I wouldn’t be concerned if you had endangered yourself with your own foolishness, given your age and caste, but now that you have involved a mortal, I’m forced to intervene. How could you have been so careless, Blaine? I don’t have to tell you that times have changed, that mortals document everything so meticulously now, we can’t slip into obscurity as easily as we used to anymore…”

“I’m not going to leave him,” Blaine informed his father, looking steadily into his eyes.  “I love him, Father.”

Dionysus studied his son in bewilderment. “Don’t lie to me, son,” he commanded in a low voice.

“I’m not!” Blaine told him earnestly. “I…I want to bring him back to Olympus with me.”

The Olympian raised a dark eyebrow. “You’re serious?”

“Father.”

“Well, are you? Because you cannot afford to lie to me, especially about a matter as important as this.”

“Really, Dionysus?” Now Blaine cocked an eyebrow, identical to his father’s. “Do you honestly think I listen to you lecture me about shit I already know if I wasn’t totally in love with Kurt?”

The floor trembled once more as Dionysus struggled to keep his composure. He’d love nothing more than to unleash his power and smack his son around like he deserved to be at the moment, but there was a mortal in the next room that apparently Blaine wanted to make his divine consort, and that took priority.

“Continue with your insolence, Blaine, and I’ll send you to the Underworld so quickly that Hades won’t know what hit him,” he threatened.

“I’m not a child who needs to be put in time-out,” Blaine muttered indignantly.

“Then stop acting like one,” Dionysus countered. “Relations with mortals are complicated business these days.”

“But all I want is Kurt.  For forever.” Blaine told the Olympian as if it was the simplest, most obvious truth on the planet.  

Dionysus rested his face in his hand for a moment as he contemplated. “I don’t know, son…”

“Why not?”  Blaine queried irately. “Eros did it—Ariadne was only partially divine when you married her!”

“This isn’t my area of expertise, Blaine,” Dionysus explained. “A god hasn’t made a mortal divine in centuries, and like I told you, modern mortal society has made things more…complex.”

“Father, please.” Blaine was ready to beg if necessary.

“You’re going to have to take it up with your mother,” Dionysus concluded with a sigh.

“Dionysus, please, no,” the god beseeched his father. “Are you still angry that I was rude to you? I’ll do anything to earn your forgiveness, Father. What was that you said about the Underworld—“

The Olympian’s bark of laughter halted Blaine’s plea. “So overdramatic, even after all these years. But, I’m afraid Aphrodite’s your only option, Blaine. I don’t understand why you’re so perplexed, you’ve always been one of her favorites and I hear she’s been having a good century…”

“…which could change at any moment,” Blaine pointed out, not consoled by his father’s words.

Dionysus couldn’t help but feel some sympathy for his son. If the reports were accurate, Blaine truly was enamored with his mortal. Although he had married his wife, Ariadne, thousands of years ago, the Olympian could still recall the exhilaration and thrill that was falling in love. Dionysus had always had a soft spot for Blaine, no matter how many insults and snide comments the boy hurled his way over the years. “Just because you have to rely on your mother doesn’t mean I can’t help you.”

Blaine perked up so quickly it was comical. “You will?”

“I’ll put in a good word for you with your mother, yes,” he confirmed, “but only if you agree to my conditions.”

Blaine regarded him expectantly. “Which would be…”

“You cannot, under any circumstances, compel him,” Dionysus began.

“I haven’t been doing that anyway,” Blaine told him proudly.

His father gave him a mildly impressed look before continuing, “You have to tell the boy you’re a god.”

Blaine’s face creased with confusion. “But it’s forbidden—“

“—not if you have permission from an Olympian,” he told his son. “Besides, it’s quite necessary in this case. The boy can’t just wake up on Olympus one morning without a clue as to what happened.”

He knew telling Kurt wouldn’t be easy, but Blaine would manage. “Anything else?”

“You are forbidden to profess your love for him or express any sentiment that you wish to make him your consort until after you’ve met with your mother,” the Olympian finished.

“What? Are you kidding me?” Blaine cried. “No! That’s the most absurd thing I’ve ever—“

“Do you want your mortal for eternity or not?”  Dionysus interjected, quieting Blaine. “Mortals are easily overwhelmed. You have to let him adjust to the idea of you being a god before your relationship progresses any further. If you rush him, you lose him. Those are my requirements if I am to speak on your behalf to Aphrodite. Do you accept these rules, Blaine?”

 “Yes, Father,” Blaine assured him begrudgingly. Why did his father have to be such an ass? “Thank you.”

There was a phrase Dionysus hadn’t heard Blaine use in few millennia. “You’re welcome, son. Your step-mother sends her regards.”

“Give Ariadne my love,” Blaine responded. He was quite fond of his step-mother—Ariadne was patient, kind, and treated Blaine as if he was her own son. Kurt would absolutely love her once they returned to Olympus.

“I’ll be watching you, Blaine,” Dionysus admonished him. “I don’t want to have to pay you another visit, and trust me, if I do, it will not be as…civil as this one was.”

“I understand,” the god responded with a roll of his eyes before the Olympian vanished in a flash of blinding light.

0-0-0

Kurt had been having a rough twenty minutes. First, Blaine’s father shows up unexpectedly and demands to speak with Blaine privately,  and then, it seemed Athens was undergoing some sort of seismic activity, if the way ground shook on two separate occasions was any indication. The perils of an earthquake aside, Kurt was more concerned about the nature of the conversation Blaine and Dionysus were having.

What if Mr. Athanasios didn’t like him?  What if he didn’t approve of his son dating someone like Kurt, an American who didn’t come from the extravagant wealth and privilege that Blaine did? What if he didn’t want his son dating another man altogether? Kurt tried to busy himself with unpacking the groceries. He’d paused to try and eavesdrop on the Greeks’ conversation on a few occasions, hoping against hope that they’d speak in English, but each effort was futile and their heated tone of voice ended up making the mortal all that much more tense. He couldn’t help but notice that the language Blaine and his father were speaking in wasn’t like the Greek Blaine spoke in when he was out and about with Kurt in Athens. He chalked it up to being a dialect of the region of Greece that Blaine hailed from.

The American was about to burst with anxiety and anticipation when Blaine reemerged from the bedroom. He noticed the anguished expression on his boyfriend’s face immediately.

“Hey,” Kurt greeted softly.

“Hey,” Blaine replied, pulling Kurt into an embrace. He kissed him gently.

“Where’s your dad?” Kurt inquired, curiosity getting the better of him.

Blaine tensed in his arms. “He...um, he left.”

“How?”

“Kurt, we need to talk.”

Kurt assumed the worst. “Oh my God, you’re going to break up with me. I knew it! Your dad doesn’t want us to be together! He wants you to marry a pretty, rich Greek girl and seeing as I’m none of those things—oh my, what are the signs of a panic attack because—“

Blaine employed his tried and tested method of silencing Kurt, he kissed him passionately. When they pulled away, the god’s voice was reassuring, “Baby, I’m not breaking up with you. I can’t even imagine… and besides, even if my father didn’t want us to be together—which he doesn’t—I wouldn’t actually listen to him.” Kurt slumped into the god’s embrace in relief. “The thing is, I haven’t been completely honest with you, and there are some things I need to get out in the open.”

“Okay,” Kurt replied warily.

“Let’s sit,” proposed Blaine as he led Kurt over to the couch.

“So,” Kurt said after a few moments of silence.

“Yeah,” Blaine responded uneasily as he tried to think of the best way of going about this. “Kurt, you know I—you know you mean so much to me, and I have always been completely honest and sincere in the way I feel about you…”

“But…” the mortal prompted him.

“…but the thing is, I’m not a university student majoring in Greek mythology…I am Greek mythology.” Blaine waited for a moment to gauge Kurt’s reaction after he spoke.

Kurt tilted his head with an adorably puzzled look on his face. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I’m a god.”

“A god?” the mortal repeated incredulously.  “You mean like a god, like Zeus and Hera and all that jazz?”  

“Precisely.”

“Very funny, Blaine,” Kurt chuckled. “I know I might be naïve and American, but even I know that stuff’s all made up.”

“Except that it’s not,” Blaine urged, taking his lover’s face in his hands. “I’m being completely honest with you right now. Zeus, Olympus, the Odyssey, it’s all real, Kurt, and I’m a part of it.”

“But, no…” Kurt slithered out of the immortal’s grasp as he rose to his feet and gaped at Blaine. Reducing Kurt to speechless was a rare feat. “…this is crazy! I…”

Blaine stood up as well, reaching out for Kurt’s wrist. He frowned when the mortal flinched away from him. “Baby, it’s okay. This doesn’t change anything—“

“Um, I think it most definitely does,” he disagreed, maintaining a safe distance from Blaine. “Because now you’re either a psychopath or, even worse, actually a Greek god.”

The god sighed. He almost wished Dionysus had stuck around for this to assist him in breaking the news, since this was his whole idea in the first place. “Kurt, think back to a couple minutes ago when you asked me how my father left. I didn’t answer you because he dematerialized from here back to Olympus. You can go check the bedroom if you don’t believe me.”

Kurt’s eyes widened in realization. “Wait, so your father, he’s not just named Dionysus…”

“No,” Blaine told him, unable to restrain the small grin at the look of comprehension on his boyfriend’s face. “That was him in the flesh.”

“Sweet Mother of Gaga, I just met the god of theatre,” Kurt marveled to himself. “Rachel would be so jealous if she knew…but what does that make you then?”

“What do you mean, darling?”

“Are you, you know, the god of anything?” Kurt clarified.

“Me? No,” Blaine shook his head. “I was born after all the patronages were assigned.”

“Speaking of which, how old are you exactly?” the mortal queried, eying his boyfriend suspiciously.

“Exactly?” Blaine repeated. Kurt nodded. He took a deep breath before answering him, “Two thousand five hundred and twenty eight.”

Kurt choked on his own breath. “Oh” was all he could manage.

“I know it’s probably hard for you to believe, but I’m actually pretty young compared to other immortals,” Blaine told him, a little self-conscious from the way Kurt was staring at him.

“Uh huh,” the mortal nodded his head blankly as he tried to process it all.

“Kurt? Are you okay?” the god examined his boyfriend. “You should probably sit down again, I know this is a lot to take in.”

Kurt wordlessly obeyed. Blaine decided it would probably be best for Kurt to guide the conversation, so he waited at his side for him to speak again.

“So do you have super strength like Hercules or something?” Kurt finally asked.

Blaine laughed. “No. Children of gods inherit their abilities from their parents, therefore our powers usually are related to our parent’s patronage. Zeus’s kids are a little different since he’s the king of the gods.”

“What’s your power?”

Blaine hesitated. “I take after my mother, Aphrodite,” he began slowly.

“Your mom is Aphrodite?” Kurt cried in disbelief.

The god scowled. “Yeah, it’s not as cool as you think it would be. You have no idea how many ‘Your Mom’ jokes I was the butt of growing up.”

“There were ‘Your Mom’ jokes back in Ancient Greece?”  the mortal asked, a mix of incredulity and amusement coloring his tone.

“You’d be surprised how long some things have been around for, Kurt,” Blaine muttered. 

“But you still haven’t told me what your power is,” the mortal pointed out, much to Blaine’s displeasure.

“Like I said, my power comes from my mother’s side, so…” the god was afraid to continue. What would Kurt think of him when he found out that he manipulated other mortals for his sexual pleasure? “…I can, well I can make anyone do my bidding.”

“Really?” Kurt scrutinized his boyfriend yet again. “You can just like…compel them to do whatever you want?”

Blaine nodded.

“What do you make them do?”

“I’ve never gotten a parking ticket,” he said flippantly. Kurt wasn’t amused by Blaine’s attempt at humor, so the god came clean. “Before I met you, I primarily used my power to seduce mortals.”

“So you would make people have sex with you,” the mortal said, the judgment clearly audible in his tone.

The god sighed in exasperation. “Well, when you put it like that…they always enjoyed themselves!”

“So not the point, Blaine,” Kurt said in a low voice.

“Kurt, baby, don’t be mad, you don’t understand,” Blaine started to explain.

“I don’t think there’s much to understand—“

“No, seriously, you don’t get it,” the god cut him off. “I need sex. I can’t help it. Like that first night after we met, I almost went insane since I had to go twenty-four hours without it. It’s in my nature, Kurt, it’s practically instinctual. You’ve seen mortals throw themselves at me, they want it.”

A long silence transpired before Kurt spoke again. He wasn’t as surprised as he guessed he should have been. There had been signs after all, how Blaine had talked Mr. Schue into letting Kurt stay in Greece after their first night together, how everything with a pulse threw themselves at him, how Mr. Athanas—Dionysus’s mere presence inspired reverence and fear in Kurt immediately.  Blaine claimed that his divine status didn’t change anything. Was that true? Kurt contemplated the whole situation. There was still one very important thing he needed to find out before he made up his mind. “Have you ever compelled me? Be honest.”

“No,” Blaine told him truthfully. “Never.”

“Please don’t just say—“

“Kurt,” Blaine took his lover’s face between his palms again, his hazel eyes bore into Kurt’s blue ones. “I am not lying.”

“But, why?” Kurt contended. “I don’t get it, you’ve probably been seducing people left and right for thousands of years, why am I the one you actually want to…I don’t know, have a real relationship with?”

“I don’t get why you’re asking why,” Blaine told him. Kurt shot him a glare. “Okay, let me explain… are you familiar with The Fates?”

“Yeah, they’re those old ladies who supposedly determine everyone’s destiny,” Kurt replied.

“Exactly! Now what The Fates say goes, not even gods can mess with them. We just have to accept what they had planned for us, because you’ve read Oedipus Rex, things don’t end well for those who try to escape their destiny. I know that this may be hard for you to understand, I know you’re not very religious Kurt, and mortals nowadays need scientific explanations for everything, but when I saw you in the club that night, I knew it wasn’t just happenstance, that you were meant to be in my life and I was meant to be in yours. The Fates wanted us to meet and to be together, and all I can do is go along with it and thank them every day that they brought you to me.”

“I—I don’t know what to say,” Kurt whispered in a voice that was thick with emotion.

“Say that you believe me,” Blaine told him, “and that you’re not going to try and have me committed.”

“I do,” Kurt responded breathlessly. “I know this goes against everything normal and sane, but I do.”

The god was leaning in to kiss Kurt when the mortal began to laugh. “Kurt?”

“I’m sorry,” the mortal apologized between giggles. “It’s just kind of hilariously ironic when you think about it, me ending up with an actual sex god. Two months ago I couldn’t even…you know, get myself off.”

“Hmmm, you’ve come so far,” Blaine mused, moving to straddle Kurt. “We should celebrate your sexual evolution.”

“Oh no you don’t!” Kurt placed his hands on Blaine’s chest to stop him from kissing him. “I still have more questions. We’re going to make dinner and then, if I’m up to it after such an emotionally draining evening, we’ll have sex.”

After a round of whining, pouting, and complaining from Blaine, the two men went on to cook Albacore tuna with oranges and honey for dessert. Kurt was able to fend off his boyfriend’s advances with a steady stream of questions about the ancient and immortal Greek world.

“So Nick and Jeff are gods too?” Kurt inquired as he loaded the dishes into Blaine’s state of the art dishwasher.

He could feel the warmth of Blaine’s body appear behind him and wrap his arms around the mortal’s waist. “Blaine,” Kurt cautioned when he felt the god begin to rub himself up against Kurt’s backside, “answer the question.”

“Ugh, fine,” the Greek surrendered. “No, they’re demi-gods. Nick’s father is a Thaumus, a sea god, and Jeff is the son of Hermes.”

“No way,” Kurt twisted in Blaine’s arms so they were facing each other. “So do they have powers too?”

“Yes, but they’re not as—how do I put this—powerful as mine as are. Nick is just an exceptionally good swimmer with unlimited lung capacity. Jeff’s abilities, being the son of an Olympian, are a bit more substantial.”

“I’m curious to what powers the messenger god would give one of his kids,” Kurt thought aloud.

“Well babe, Hermes isn’t just the messenger to the gods, he is also the patron of commerce, thieves, travelers, and sports. Jeff got the industrial side of his father’s patronage, he’s a brilliant businessman.”

“Then why is Greece in such a financial mess?” Kurt teased.

“Because they didn’t listen to him,” Blaine replied sincerely, missing the playful nature of his boyfriend’s question.

“Wait, really?”

Blaine chuckled. “Yeah, he was pissed when they rejected his recovery package, especially since we’re not supposed to interfere with the business of mortals that don’t believe in us, so Jeff risked punishment by trying to help them out.”

“Wow,” Kurt said.

“Wow indeed,” Blaine agreed as he hoisted Kurt up onto the counter, “now do you have any more questions or am I finally allowed to fuck you?”

“Hmmmm,” Kurt pondered as Blaine squirmed with need. “What was Marie Antoinette really like?”

“Fabulous but misunderstood,” Blaine told him as he tugged his shirt over his head, “you two would have gotten along famously.”

“Just as I suspected,” Kurt said before his mouth was covered by Blaine’s and he was dipped down on the counter.

0-0-0

“What were you like when you were my age?” Kurt asked later that night in bed with Blaine, his head resting on his chest.

“A mess,” Blaine replied without hesitation.  Kurt giggled. “No seriously, my powers were beginning to emerge so I wanted to hump like everything—“

“And how is that different from how you are now?” the mortal quipped, earning a playful shove from Blaine.

“Shut up. As I was saying, I was struggling to get a hold on my powers and I had a bad attitude. You see, when a god or demi-god is born, they’re usually immediately sent to this—well they call it a ‘boarding school’—but it’s really more of an orphanage in the countryside since most of the time our divine parents don’t really want anything to do with us. So I was pissed all the time at my father for not caring about me, and I’d act out because of it. But fortunately, the nymphs who ran the school suggested I get involved in the Rural Dionysia festival as a way for me to get out my emotions and feel closer to Dionysus. I did, and it turned out I had inherited more than just my father’s knack for alcohol consumption, and I left for Athens to participate in the bigger festivals.”

Kurt looked up at his boyfriend. “You were an actor?”

“Yeah,” he smiled down at the mortal. “A pretty good one at that. I had to pay my dues for a while, performing dithyrambs and or just in the chorus, but it didn’t take me long to get the bigger parts.”

“Blaine, are you kidding right now?” Kurt sat up to get a better look at the god. “So you were in original productions of Greek tragedies?”

“Yep,” Blaine replied nonchalantly.

“Like Agamemnon?”

“The Messenger at the beginning.”

“Medea?”

“Jason.”

“The Eumenides?”

“Athena.”

“Athena?”

“It was all guys back then.”

“Right,” Kurt remembered that like in Shakespeare, women weren’t allowed to participate in Greek theatre. “That’s…that’s really awesome, Blaine. Like I can’t believe you…you know that makes you kind of a big deal, right?”

The god brushed Kurt’s comment off with a shrug. “Hardly. There were a lot more talented people around than myself back then. Although, my acting did impress my father enough to grant me permission to live on Olympus, so I guess I did something right.”

“I’d say so,” Kurt agreed, his eyes still wide with wonder as he comprehended everything Blaine had told him.

“But that was all in the past,” Blaine pointed out as he pressed a kiss into Kurt’s forehead, and then another one into his cheekbone. “Honestly, I’m a little more interested in my present, and my future, with you.”