“Mr. Schuester, as the female lead in this production, I must insist that our rehearsal time be—“

“Do ever wish that she’d actually hang herself like her character does in the play?” Santana muttered.

Kurt, Mercedes, and Tina giggled.

“I know, I would have put up more of a fight for Jocaste if I knew that Rachel was going to be this annoying,” Mercedes remarked as the four of them watched another confrontation between their teacher and the actress unfold.

“I’m glad you didn’t,” Kurt told her with a warm smile and nudge to the shoulder. “Because then we wouldn’t be able to hang out because you’d be too busy memorizing all your lines. Blaine wants to take us out on his friend’s yacht this weekend.”

Santana’s jaw dropped. “A yacht? Like an actual yacht?”

“A forty-five footer according to Blaine,” he confirmed with a nod.

“Damn, Kurt! You have like the best boyfriend in the world,” Tina commented.

He blushed and shrugged, trying to be humble.

“LUNCH!” Blaine’s voice could be heard down the tiled hall of their rehearsal space in the basement of the G.L.E.E. building. The god appeared a moment later, his arms full of bags from a local deli.

“Wait, make that you officially have the best boyfriend in the world,” Mercedes amended her friend’s previous statement.

All Blaine and Kurt were capable of was a quick kiss hello before the rest of the New Directions descended on the god for their food. The group ate together, conversing lightly as they munched on their subs. As they were finishing up, Blaine leaned over and whispered into Kurt’s ear. “Babe, I need to talk you for a moment alone.”

The mortal followed him wordlessly as they slipped out of the room.

“Blaine, if this about another ‘dire situation in your pants’,” Kurt began once they had reached the hallway. “I don’t think we have all that much time and—“

“No! It’s not that,” Blaine interjected but then paused. “Well, now that you mention it…ugh, I’m getting distracted. I wanted to tell you that I’m not going to be here tonight.”

Kurt’s face fell. “You’re not?”

The god pulled him into an embrace. “I’m sorry, baby. I don’t want to, trust me, it’s just I have to head home for a little bit. Family business.”

“So, by home, do you mean—“ Kurt’s voice lowered, “—Olympus?”

“Kurt, you can say it out loud,” Blaine chuckled before he pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Zeus isn’t going to smite you on the spot or anything.”

“Well, I know it’s supposed to be a secret and everything,” Kurt mumbled bashfully, not making eye contact with the immortal.

“You really are too adorable for your own good sometimes,” Blaine said fondly as he traced the curve of the shell of Kurt’s ear with his fingertip. “I know you have to have your lines memorized by next week, so I’ll tell the doorman to expect you if you want a quiet place to study tonight, Kreon.”

The mortal rolled his eyes with a scoff. “I still have no idea why Mr. Schue chose Finn instead of me for Oedipus.”

“Hey, you did better than me.  I was just in the chorus when I was in the show,” the deity reminded him.

“Yeah, well that because Sophocles himself was playing Oedipus,” Kurt pointed out.

“Stuck-up prick,” Blaine swore under his breath.

“Blaine!”

“What? He was!” he insisted. “Trust me babe, I know you think Will can be frustrating but he is nothing compared the playwrights back in antiquity.”

“Well, I guess I’ll have to take your word for it,” Kurt said with a smile. “So I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” The immortal replied with an over-exaggerated exhalation.

It took a full three seconds before Kurt gave into Blaine’s puppy-dog eyes.

“Okay, come on,” he sighed in surrender. Blaine instantly perked up.

“We have to make it quick,” Kurt admonished him as Blaine led them into the bathroom, “This will be the third time I’ve been late back to rehearsal this week.”

“It’s not my fault you always beg me not to stop,” Blaine teased as they shuffled into a stall.

“Well it’s not my fault you’re so good at what you do, now is it?” Kurt countered, pressing his body into Blaine’s. “Now are we going to argue about this or can I start blowing you?”

The god whimpered. “Fuck, Kurt.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

0-0-0

“Welcome back, Blaine,” Eirene greeted the god once he had completely materialized outside of the imposing, towering cloud gates of Olympus.

“Ladies,” Blaine crooned in reply. Mount Olympus was guarded by three Horae, matronly goddesses of seasons and time. Even though Eunomia, Eirene, and Dike knew Blaine and regarded with him more maternal warmth than Aphrodite ever had, he still needed their permission to pass through like every god did.

“You know, you’re never usually down there all that long, Blaine,” Dike commented, smirking and surveying Blaine with a knowing look.  

“The rumors must be true then,” Eumonia joined in. “Blaine’s finally found himself a mortal.”

“I’m afraid so,” Blaine informed them, a coy but proud grin playing on his features. He couldn’t help but feel a small surge of warmth and delight at the thought. “And, if it’s alright by you, I’d like to get back to him by morning. As much as I would love to catch up, my mother is expecting me.”

“Of course, dear,” Eirene responded fondly. The enormous gates swung open and the god strode through.

“Just watch out for the nymphs! They’ll never let you leave if they find out!” Dike called after him and Blaine could hear their laughter echoing as he reentered what could only be described as paradise. To be honest, Blaine had missed the idyllic Olympus, but the mortal world had become so much more enjoyable with Kurt there.

Blaine let out a quick sigh of relief when he arrived at the Palace unnoticed. The Horae’d had a point about the nymphs, the god knew he would literally fight his way out of their clutches if their paths crossed tonight. He shuddered at the thought and was snapped out of his reverie by a familiar voice calling his name.

“Eros!” He shouted happily in reply as he swiftly approached his half-brother.

The two embraced. Even though Eros was six inches taller than his younger sibling, not to mention that he also had a large pair of white wings sprouting off his back, they both shared the ebony locks, the chiseled bone structure, and the full lips that denoted that they were both the sons of Aphrodite.

“How have you been, little brother?” Eros asked once they had broken apart, only to pull Blaine back in to tousle his curls with his fist. “I’ve heard you got yourself a man, Blaine. It’s about time, I mean personally I thought you were investigating to see if gods can actually get mortal STDs—“

“Stop it!” Blaine yelled as he twisted out of his brother’s grasp. “How is this still entertaining to you after all this time?”

“Because you always get so annoyed by it,” Eros pointed out, laughing jovially. “Come on, let’s go. This is actually perfect timing, Adonis just got here a while ago, but not long enough that they’ve started bickering about every little thing, so she’s in a really good mood.”

“Good to hear,” the god replied, his nerves really beginning to set in. Blaine opted for a subject change. “How are Psyche and the girls?”

For as long as he could remember, Blaine had never understood why Eros, the god of attraction, had chosen the life he had, a spouse and children, over the one Blaine had selected, frequent meaningless sex. But now, for the first time, Blaine could see the appeal of his older brother’s existence. Now there was only the small task convincing his mother, the universe’s original bitch, before he could get his forever with Kurt.

“Heavens, Blaine, you’re so tense,” Eros remarked as they strolled down the long marble corridor to Aphrodite’s chambers.

“It’s just…I really want this,” he told him.

“I know how it feels,” Eros assured him with a sympathetic smile.

“You don’t think she’ll put Kurt through all that shit like she did with Psyche and make him go all the way to the Underworld, do you?” Blaine inquired worriedly.

“Nah,” Eros assured him with confidence. “My situation was quite a bit more complicated, don’t you remember? Wait, that was before you were born, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, but I know the story,” Blaine sighed, “and I know the way she operates.”

“Still as dramatic as ever,” he commented with a good-natured roll of his eyes. “Blaine, everything will be fine.”

“Easy for you to say,” Blaine muttered.

Eros chuckled at his brother’s histrionics as they arrived at the door to Aphrodite’s chambers. “I’ll let her know that you’re here.”

“Thanks.”

Eros disappeared behind the large bronze door. Blaine knew he would re-emerge a few minutes later, but the wait felt like centuries. He shifted uncomfortably at the length of the delay, that and his mother and Adonis were never quiet.  It felt like an eternity until Eros poked his head of the doorway to give Blaine the okay to come in.

His mother’s chambers hadn’t changed much since Blaine had been there last time a thousand years ago. She had changed the gossamer curtains from white to sea foam blue, and it seemed that Aphrodite had collected a few more vases, but all in all, the expansive, marble, and ornately decorated space was virtually the same. The god couldn’t help but tense just from being in the area, he had witnessed too many mood-swings and tantrums to even try to pretend like he could be at ease here. He treaded cautiously behind Eros as they crossed her apartments into the bedroom.

Thankfully, Aphrodite and Adonis were both semi-clothed when they entered. The couple was canoodling in his mother’s expansive four-poster bed as Eros cleared his throat to get their attention.

“Ugh,” Aphrodite harrumphed as she pulled away from her chiseled blond lover. “Yes?”

“Hello, Mother,” Blaine greeted her, trying his best to mask any lingering resentment or insincerity from his tone. Aphrodite was extremely fickle and very easily offended, therefore if he didn’t come off as completely humble and supplicating, Blaine could kiss his eternity with Kurt goodbye.

 “Adonis,” Blaine acknowledged his mother’s lover as well.

The god recognized Blaine with a curt nod of his head. “Always good to see you.”

 “Blaine,” Aphrodite began, her tone uninterested. “Dionysus told me to expect you.”

“Yes, and thank you for seeing me, Mother,” Blaine replied graciously.

Aphrodite giggled superciliously and turned to address her lover. “So pleasant now that he wants something.”

“Mother,” Blaine started cautiously.

“Let’s cut to chase, shall we?” The Olympian goddess suggested, her son’s courteous attitude was boring her. “You wish to make a mortal your divine consort.”

“Yes,” he confirmed.

“Now, I’ve been watching you—“

“You have?” Blaine interrupted, sounding genuinely surprised. His mother was usually so busy making people’s lives a living hell that he had assumed she didn’t have time to check up on one of her many children.

“I have,” Aphrodite told him. “Oh and by the way, you masturbating? Hilarious.”

The god’s cheeks burned crimson with humiliation. This is so not how healthy mother-son conversations are supposed to go.

“And?” the immortal prompted, eager to change the subject.

“And, it’s clear that you are attached to the boy,” Aphrodite concluded. “Now, your father said he gave you conditions to follow when he visited you in the mortal realm. You haven’t compelled him, have you?”

“No,” Blaine replied.

“And he knows of your divinity?”

“Yes.”

“And finally, most importantly, you haven’t expressed any sentiment of love or that you desire to make him immortal, have you?”

Blaine gritted his teeth in frustration at the question. It had been so difficult over the past week and half not to let it slip that Blaine had fallen in love with Kurt. There had been a close call at a coffee shop on Tuesday but thankfully the god had been able to change the impending ‘I love you’ to ‘I like your ass in those pants’ at the last second. “No, Mother.”

“Good, because you know what happens to those who waste my time,” Aphrodite remarked airily. “Now why should I make your little mortal boy divine and let him live here on Olympus?”

Blaine shifted, startled. He cast a distressed glance towards Eros, who had been silently observing the conversation in the corner of the bedroom. His brother sent him a small, encouraging grin. Blaine swallowed as he composed himself. He could do this, he had rehearsed this.

“I love him, Mother.”

Aphrodite huffed and rolled her brilliant, almond-shaped blue eyes with a toss of her raven-hued curls. “That’s it?”

“No, I—in all my years, I have never felt anything close to this about anything—god, mortal, creature— like the way I feel about Kurt. He’s beautiful and sexy, that’s a given, but now I’ve finally realized that there’s so much more to a person than their attractiveness and prowess in bed. Kurt is intelligent and he’s tenacious, but not in a bad way, it amazes me how he can set his heart on something and just go after it relentlessly and…he’s strong. So strong. He’s only seventeen, I mean to us that makes him practically an infant, but even though he’s so young in his years, he’s already experienced so much adversity, and not just experienced it, but conquered it. He makes me want to be a better person. He’s so pure and noble and it…I don’t know…inspires me. He has the magnanimity of any one of the great demi-god heroes, and even though he’s more than prepared to take on whatever the Fates throw his way, I want to be there. I want to be there to protect him, and support him, and ravish him until the end of time. And if you do this for me Mother, I will be eternally grateful.”

Once Blaine finished his appeal, a heavy silence pervaded the room. The god waited with bated breath as his mother considered his words.

“So Mother, what do you think?” Eros spoke up after several minutes had passed.

“I’m not completely convinced,” Aphrodite said evenly. Blaine instantaneously slumped at hearing those words. It felt as if the life was being sucked from his being with his mother’s hesitant response. What if she would refuse to turn Kurt? What would that mean for Blaine? Would he have to helplessly watch Kurt age and die? A fate so cruel would be pure torture to the immortal. “However,” Blaine immediately looked up, hope and optimism shining in his hazel eyes as his mother continued to speak. “If Blaine can show to me and the boy that his love for him is true and if the boy feels the same way by the time the mortal has to return back to America, I’ll convert him and grant him permission to accompany Blaine on Olympus.”

Blaine, ever the dramatic, fell to his knees in gratitude. “Oh thank you! Thank you so much, Mother! I don’t know how I’ll ever—“

“Save it for the stage,” Aphrodite interjected, effectively cutting Blaine’s appreciative rambling short. “Your other parent is the one who appreciates all that expressive emotional crap, remember?”

“Sorry,” Blaine apologized meekly. “This just means so much to me.”

“Then prove it,” the goddess challenged him. “You have until the day the boy leaves. Eros, escort Blaine out.”

“Yes, Mother,” Eros obeyed coolly and led Blaine out of the Olympian’s chambers.

Once her two children were gone, Aphrodite wasted no time, straddling Adonis as soon as they left. “Now where were we?”

Adonis chuckled lowly and ran his hands up and down his lover’s sides. “I’m surprised you were so easy on the boy.”

“Please,” she scoffed with a malicious cackle. “I know Blaine, he is my son after all, and I know his true nature. The reason I made his task so simple was because I’ll know he’ll never be able to actually achieve it.”

0-0-0

After bidding a fond goodbye to Eros, Blaine set out across the lush landscape of Olympus back to the gates with an undeniable spring in his step. This was going to be a piece of cake, Blaine could prove his love to Kurt and get his precious mortal to return the sentiment tomorrow if we wanted to. But no, the god wanted to make the occasion special and romantic, just how Kurt would want it. Blaine was so busy brainstorming ways to sweep his lover off his feet that he was totally caught off guard when three bodies tackled him to the ground.

“Oh Blaine, we missed you so much!” One feminine voice keened, her lips millimeters from his ear.

“We were beginning to think that you were going to stay down in the mortal world for forever,” another one lamented as she straddled his chest.

“But we knew you would never abandon us,” a third chimed in as she dragged her hands up and down the length of Blaine’s muscular thighs. “Still, we should celebrate your return back to Olympus.”

Blaine was planning to take a moment to regain his senses and try to adroitly escape the nymphs’ clutches but hello! Was there a breeze—holy Hera someone was lifting the hem of his chiton up—

“Ooookay, ladies, that’s enough of that!” Blaine announced uneasily, scooting away while simultaneously pushing the three off him.

He was met with matching disgruntled glares from Calantha, Diantha, and Iantha. The god cringed at their expressions, this wasn’t going to be easy. Although only gods and their full-blooded children were allowed to reside on Olympus, the trio of nymphs had been granted special permission to live amongst the gods as Zeus’s companions. And although the three were perpetually at Zeus’s beck and call, he and the girls enjoyed each other’s company (translation: fucked like rabbits) when they weren’t otherwise occupied by the king’s raging infidelity.

“What the hell, Blaine?” Diantha demanded, smoothing her hair down from the collision with the ground when the deity had pushed her off his chest.

“We’d thought you’d be grateful that we came and found you,” Iantha ruminated aloud, her mellifluous voice an almost heartbreaking mixture of hurt, confusion, and distress.

“Girls,” Blaine began carefully, keeping his voice light and even as he slowly rose to his feet. “You know we’ve had a hell of a lot of fun these past centuries but—“

“Oh no,” Calantha interjected, her tone eerily devoid of emotion. “The rumors are true.”

Diantha’s displeased glare turned murderous. An angry flush was rising to her face that nearly matched the color of her wavy crimson tresses. “After all the mind-blowingly hot sex, you’re going to choose a mortal over us?!”

“But you’ll still play with us, right Blaine?” Iantha inquired sweetly. “Having a consort won’t change anything? He can join in our special time if he wants when you two return!”

“Sorry, honey, but we don’t share,” Blaine told her, sounding like an adult explaining to a child some complex, abstract concept they didn’t understand, “and we’re not going to when he moves here with me.”

“But Blaine, haven’t we been good for you?” the nymph asked on the verge of tears.

Shit, Blaine grimaced. The last thing he wanted to do was make the poor girl cry.

“Oh, we’ve been better than good,” Diantha answered her before Blaine could. She stood up. “We’re exceptional. That’s why Zeus, the fucking king of the gods, went against the rules and hand-picked us to live here on Olympus to pleasure him, or don’t you remember that about us, Blaine?”

Calantha joined her on her feet. “Do we need to remind you that we’re really not supposed to have sex with anyone besides him, but we made an exception for you?”

“Please, we all know that I’m not the only immortal you’ve made exceptions for, Calantha,” the god reminded them bitterly. To put it in mortal terms, the three were like the slutty cheerleaders of Olympus. They slept with pretty much everyone, and like the nymph said, even though they weren’t supposed to, Zeus was too busy upholding the universe and knocking up mortals to properly punish them.

“But you are our favorite!” Iantha whined. She crawled over to Blaine and threw her arms around his right quadricep. “Please stay with us, Blainey. We love your cock. I’m really good at sucking it! Don’t you remember…” The nymph inched her face closer to Blaine’s crotch.

“Nuh uh,” Blaine grunted, placing a firm hand on the crown of her head to stop her. But the god was struggling to deny the nymph’s pleas. The three were indisputably gorgeous and unlike most of Blaine’s partners, could keep up with his sexual prowess, if not surpass it. “Not anymore, Iantha.”

Unfortunately, really fucking unfortunately, Calantha and Diantha had noticed the wavering of the deity’s resolution. The two exchanged devious smirks before returning their full attention to Blaine, who was subtly trying to pry Iantha from his leg.

“You know what, Calantha?” Diantha said, she and the other nymph advancing towards Blaine and Iantha. “I think Blaine desperately needs to be reminded of how good he has it with us before he scampers off to his mortal back down in Athens.”

“I couldn’t agree more, Diantha,” Calantha concurred, cheating her frame so she her body was opposite the redhead but her face was angled towards Blaine. “Let’s show him.”

The two nymphs began to kiss each other, arms wrapping around each other and releasing little breathy sighs as they continued to caress each other’s lips. Blaine gulped. He may have been in love with his boyfriend, but Blaine was still very much a sex god who could definitely appreciate the pretty sight of the two nymphs making out before him. Having Iantha still clinging onto his leg didn’t help either. Maybe a quick foursome wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, the deity contemplated as he watched Calantha fondle one of Diantha’s supple breasts. He and Kurt were going to be together for eternity after all, and there was no way they were going to make it until the end of time on solely vanilla sex. Not that sex with Kurt wasn’t amazing, but maybe Blaine should start introducing him to more kinky forms of it.

Diantha slipped a hand under the skirt of Calantha’s sheer chiton and began to stroke her womanhood. “Oh Blaine, her pussy is so wet for you,” the nymph murmured seductively.

“Positively dripping,” Calantha added in a wanton moan.

“Taste it,” Diantha urged him. She swiped her moistened fingers across Blaine’s bottom lip. The god fought against every fiber in his body that was begging him to open his mouth and lick the nymph’s sweet juices off his lip.

“She tastes so sweet, remember?” Iantha piped up with a squeeze to the deity’s thigh.

Think of Kurt, Blaine commanded himself. Think of how much you love him and how you promised him you’d never cheat on him and how he was in tears when Rachel kissed you—and oh  shit, now they’re just being cruel…

Calantha had begun fingering Diantha as well now and Blaine swore he was going to combust.

“Yay! Look girls! Blaine’s getting hard!” Iantha rejoiced. The two girls separated to see for themselves and broke into huge, wicked grins at the sight of the tenting of Blaine’s chiton that had taken place.

This wasn’t fair. How was he supposed to resist this? He wasn’t Athena or some other virgin goddess! Was it his fault his mother was Aphrodite and he was so damn good at sex?

Aphrodite. The thought of his mother and her conniving nature snapped Blaine out of his lust-induced state quicker than a toss of a bucket full of cold water to the groin. This could be a test, he realized. She was awfully agreeable back there and if there’s one thing she loves more than fucking, it’s fucking with other people.

“No,” Blaine said decisively, shaking Iantha off his leg and taking a few steps back.

Diantha huffed and rolled her emerald eyes. “Really, Blaine? The whole denial thing was fun to add to the foreplay, but you know you want this. You know you want us.”

“No I don’t,” Blaine told her candidly. It was as if a fog had been cleared from his head and now the god could view the situation with perfect vision. “I’m over this.”

“Don’t you walk away from me, Blaine!” Diantha hollered chasing after the god, who had started a brisk walk back to the gates. “Ugh! I can’t believe some stupid little mortal has turned you into such a prude!”

Blaine rounded on her so quickly that Diantha knocked into him and fell to the ground. “How dare you insult my consort, nymph!” he seethed. “And how dare you speak to me in such a way, don’t you remember who I am? Surely you aren’t as stupid as you seem, and you know how idiotic it would be to talk back to the son of two Olympians?”

Diantha didn’t reply, but only nodded her head as she trembled below Blaine. She’d never witnessed the god so angry before.

The nymph whimpered at Blaine’s words. Echidnas were a repulsive bastardization of a nymph merged with a snake that possessed grotesque speckled skin. Kept away from mortals and gods, they were forced to eat rotting flesh in dark, isolated caves. “Oh please Blaine, no,” Diantha sniveled.

Blaine grinned maliciously. “It seems we have an understanding then. Now, I really must be going, I have a hot, tight little ass to plow because remember, Diantha, Kurt’s the only one who’s going to be getting this cock you love so much from now on. I’ll leave you to mourn.”

The god didn’t so much as wait for the nymph’s reply before he strode away haughtily back to the gates. The Horae regarded him with knowing smirks as he passed through the towering entryway.

“So you survived,” Dike commented wryly.

“So I did,” Blaine laughed with relief.

“We’re proud of you, hon,” Eirene told him earnestly.

“Thanks,” he muttered, a blush tinting his cheeks.

“Now go on and get back to your mortal,” Eunomia ordered him fondly. “We can’t wait to meet him.”

Blaine beamed brightly and with a wink and a flash of light, disappeared.

0-0-0

When Blaine rematerialized back in his apartment, he found his boyfriend tucked in his bed, sleeping soundly, various pages of the Oedipus script scattered on the blankets around him. The god smiled softly at the sight of Kurt slumbering, the mortal looked so sweet and innocent. The view alone reminded Blaine exactly why he had turned down the nymphs and returned to Olympus in the first place. He loved Kurt and they were going to be together forever. Blaine took another moment to simply admire the beauty before him before he headed to the bathroom. He needed to wash the sickly sweet floral scent of the nymphs off of him.

“Blaine?” the god heard his name being called softly. Sure enough, Kurt had awoken and had propped himself up on his elbows.

“Hey sweetheart,” Blaine greeted him softly, padding over to the bed and placing a chaste kiss on his boyfriend’s lips. “Sorry to wake you. I’m just going to take a quick shower and I’ll be back, baby.”

“Okay,” Kurt whispered, kissing Blaine again quickly and then he began to gather the pages on his script to set them on the nightstand. Blaine was halfway toward the bedroom when he noticed that his boyfriend wasn’t wearing his usual designer duds. There was a wreath nestled in his ebony curls, some sort of short toga wrapped around his body, and gladiator sandals laced around his calves. It startled Kurt a little, Blaine actually looked like a Greek god. The notion had always been an abstract concept in his mind, of course he knew Blaine was a god and had even met his Olympian father, but it had never seemed real. Yet now, with Blaine looking like he walked straight out of one of the dramas he’d been studying, it was undeniable. And hot, like really hot, hotter than Kurt could imagine an embellished white sheet could get him.

The deity felt the eyes on his back and turned slightly. “Something wrong, beautiful?”

“No, it’s nothing,” Kurt replied, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. “It’s just—I’ve um, I’ve never seen you in your ‘traditional dress’ before.”

Blaine chuckled. “Yeah, as much as I love pants, Zeus insists we dress this way to, you know, ‘preserve our culture’ or something like that.”

Kurt nodded absently, too occupied with ogling the way the toga accented Blaine’s body to give a verbal reply. He quickly decided that as much as Blaine loved pants, maybe Zeus was onto something with the whole ‘cultural dress’ thing. Both of the god’s muscular arms were on display, while the asymmetrical neckline of the garment revealed one of the Blaine’s toned pecs, and its shorter hemline showed off his sturdy legs. Kurt swallowed audibly. I get to have sex with that.

“Kurt,” Blaine said, an excited curiosity coloring his tone. “Do you like it?”

The mortal instantly turned bright red. “Um, I guess. I mean you—you don’t look bad and it’s cool to think that, you know, you used to dress like this every day and—“

“Oh my gods, you totally have a kink for this—“ he gestured to his outfit “—don’t you?”

Kurt blush deepened. “Well, I hardly think it’s a kink—“

“Of course you would have a clothing fetish!” Blaine exclaimed, not paying attention to his boyfriend’s objections.

“Hey! I resent that! You’re stereotyping—“

“Do you like the way I look, baby?” The god inquired in that low, seductive voice of his. Blaine did a little spin which caused the skirt of his chiton to flare out, offering Kurt the slightest peek of his ass and package. “It’s okay to like it, Kurt,” Blaine soothed as he began to stalk back to the bed. “I like that you like it.”

“Yeah,” the American exhaled. “You look so sexy in that toga.”

“Chiton,” Blaine immediately corrected him while he unlaced his sandals and straddled Kurt’s hips. “Greeks wear chitons. Those Roman imposters wore togas.”

“Well excuse me, Mr. Historical Accuracy,” the mortal replied wryly. His hands gripped the Greek’s strong biceps as they began to grind their pelvises together.

“Hm, turn over and give me that sweet ass and I’ll think about it,” he teased, rising up on his knees so he could swiftly unbutton Kurt’s silk pajama shirt and pull down the matching pants, sneaking in a few quick kisses in between.

Once Kurt was naked, Blaine reached for his left shoulder to unfasten his broach, yet the mortal’s cry stopped him.

“DON’T!” he pleaded.

“Oh right,” the god smiled wolfishly, “how could I forget, my sexy little minx. Do you want me to fuck you in my chiton, baby?”

“Ungh, yes!” the mortal moaned, pushing his ass up so he could rub against Blaine’s groin.

“Mmm,” he hummed, massaging his lover’s ass cheeks. “It will be just like it was back in the old days, how does that sound to you, Kurt?”

“So good,” the American mewled, his voice betraying his need. “Fuck me so good, Blaine.”

“Oh you know I will,” the god assured him, dipping down to press a few feather-light kisses to the back of Kurt’s neck. He ceased his kneading of the mortal’s derriere to pull the flesh apart.

Blaine’s face fell as soon as he did. There was Kurt’s pretty little pucker, yet it was still a little bit red and raw from the fast good-bye fuck they shared earlier that afternoon after Kurt had finished rehearsal before Blaine was headed up to Olympus. And although his boyfriend had expressed an interest of doing it rough, the god would never risk injuring his lover.

“Everything okay back there?” Kurt peeped.

“Yeah—well, no,” Blaine stuttered. “Um, it’s just…you’re still a little sore babe.”

“Oh?” the mortal responded uneasily. He flipped over so the couple could be face-to-face. “So we can’t…?”

The deity hesitated. “Well we could…”

“Could what?” Kurt prompted him expectantly.

“We could continue your sex education,” he propositioned tentatively. He searched for how to word his sentiment without sounding too clinical or perverse. “We could…um, how about I show you, and if you don’t like we’ll stop?”

“Um…okay,” the mortal consented after a few moments of consideration. “Should I…I don’t know, change position?”

Blaine couldn’t believe it. After two and a half millennia of sexual activity, never had the experience been so…intimate. He realized how much Kurt trusted him, how vulnerable he was allowing himself to be, and the implications of the notion. Now that he had earned the boy’s trust, it was his job to maintain it and take care of him.

The god leaned down to kiss Kurt tenderly. “All fours,” he whispered against the mortal’s lips. “If that’s okay with you?”

“Mmhmm,” the boy purred.

As Kurt propped himself on his hands and knees, Blaine reached for the vial of lube resting on the bedside table. He wet a finger and began to trace Kurt’s crack delicately, careful not to put too much pressure on the boy’s hole and aggravate the reddened flesh. He then let his ministrations widen and started to spread lube across the breadth of Kurt’s cheeks. All the while, the mortal spurred him on with moans and sighs of approval. Once Blaine deemed him sufficiently lubricated, the god pumped his own cock a few times to slather the appendage and positioned himself between the taut, milky globes of Kurt’s ass.

“Are you ready, darling?” Blaine inquired tightly. His boyfriend’s cheeks felt amazing surrounding his dick.

“Yes,” Kurt breathed.

The god let out a sigh of relief, he’d had an itch ever since the nymph’s temptations, and that combined with all the love and trust from Kurt had Blaine pretty restless. Not wasting a moment, the Greek humped up, his cock sliding between his boyfriend’s cheeks. Kurt instantly yelped in pleasure. Blaine smirked haughtily and repeated the action, this time with more gusto, eliciting the same enthusiastic reaction from the mortal. In no time, the god had set a steady, yet borderline frantic pace, fucking the boy’s ass cheeks in earnest.

“Why—“ Kurt’s keen interrupted his speech “—Gaga, Blaine, fuck! Why haven’t we done this before?”

“Because your hole is just so tight and hot and—“ Blaine grunted as he thrusted “—and I get distracted.”

“Mmmm” was all Kurt could supply for a reply, lost in the feeling of the god’s cock rubbing against his most sensitive place. Feeling his orgasm swiftly approaching, the mortal moaned and cried, “Blaine, stop!”

Blaine immediately stilled. “What—“ He was swiftly knocked back onto the bed as a bursting Kurt threw himself on top of the god.

“Need to see your face,” he panted in explanation while aligning their cocks.

“Can’t complain there,” Blaine rumbled, resuming his grinding. Kurt began to press sloppy kisses to his neck and it didn’t take long for the god to caution, “Ugh, gonna come soon.”

The mortal simply moaned and increased the pace of his thrusts. The next thing he knew, Kurt felt warm seed spurting out onto torso. He continued to frot with Blaine throughout the Greek’s orgasm, so close to his own and desperate for release. Thankfully, the deity’s hand wrapped around his member and jerked him to completion, Kurt tumbling over the edge with a loud ecstatic cry.

They both collapsed on their respective sides of the bed (Blaine left, Kurt right, like usual) panting, staring at the ceiling. Kurt heard a chuckle and turned his head to face Blaine. “What?”

“I’m going to have to get this dry-cleaned,” the god told him as he stripped off his chiton. “Although it would be awesome to show up on Olympus in a cum-covered chiton, I’m supposed to be on good behavior.”

“Ugh, sorry,” the mortal giggled embarrassedly, burying his face into the pillow.

“Don’t be,” Blaine assured him. “It was super sexy. I’ll have to remember you have a clothing kink.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “I’m surprised it took you this long to figure it out.”

“Well, it’s like I said, your ass distracts me,” the god defended himself.

“Just my ass?” the American questioned shyly.

“No!” Blaine insisted as his voice transitioned from sex-rough into something more tender. “Not just your ass, not even just your looks, which are really quite stunning, must I remind you. You’re just so wonderful Kurt and I l--“

“Yes?” Kurt asked, his eyes gleaming with the expectation of what Blaine might say.

“I…” It was so tempting, Blaine could say it right now and then he and Kurt would be together, just like that. “…I…” but what about his master plan? Surely Kurt would much prefer the showmanship and spectacle Blaine had in mind rather than an arbitrary and casual profession of love. “…I’m just so happy you came to Greece, that I found you.”

The disappointment in Kurt’s face was nearly imperceptible, but Blaine had become so accustomed and in tune with his boyfriend’s emotions over the past months that he still noticed. And as much as it pained Kurt to withhold his declaration of love from him, but the god knew that in time, it would be worth it.

“I thought you said it was all the Fates, that we had nothing to do with it,” the mortal countered.

“Well, yes and no, even though I believe we were meant to be together, prophecies don’t always work out as predicted—“

“But I thought you said they were practically inevitable,” Kurt responded, confused and a bit frustrated.

“It’s complicated,” the god sighed wearily. Blaine wasn’t really up for an in-depth metaphysical discussion of prophecy and destiny after the night he’d had. He kissed the top of Kurt’s hair as the mortal snuggled closer into him, who seemed content to let the issue go. Even though Blaine loved having his boyfriend in his arms and was an avid fan of cumplay, the partially dried semen on both of their chests was pretty gross. He saw the frown on his lover’s face and they both fell into giggles. “Shower?”

Kurt nodded his head emphatically, “Shower.”

0-0-0

“Hey, Blaine?” Santana called as she, Mercedes, Artie, Tina, Mike, and Brittany boarded Jeff’s yacht, docked in Athen’s Zea Marina.

“Yeah, Santana?” Blaine replied, looking over his shoulder and peeking over his sunglasses as he strolled onto the yacht, his arm casually draped around Kurt’s shoulder.

“What’s your standpoint on polygamy?”

Kurt instantly shot a murderous glare at the Latina.

“I’m all for it,” the god replied wryly. His response promptly earned him a sharp slap on his arm from Kurt. “Uh, I mean—it’s a sick and demeaning way of life that I don’t approve of.”

He glanced over at the mortal repentantly, yet Kurt dismissed his nonverbal plea with a patented roll of his eyes.

“That’s too bad,” Santana remarked coolly, “because with connections like these, I was hoping to get in on some of your boys-only club action,” Blaine had to tighten his hold on Kurt to prevent him from launching himself at his classmate. Santana smirked, relishing his jealousy and possessiveness. “This rich friend of yours is hot, right?”

“Of course I am,” came the haughty yet playful reply. A moment later Jeff came striding into view, his golden hair glinting in the sunlight and his sun-kissed skin on display in a pair of designer swim trunks that showcased his muscled arms and abdomen. A smug grin was dancing across his lips. “Welcome.”

“And you say I’m cocky,” Blaine whispered, pointedly looking at his boyfriend before addressing the group. “Everyone, this is my good friend, Jeff. Jeff, well, you know Kurt, but this is Tina, Mike, Mercedes, Artie, Brittany, and Santana.”

The Latina immediately sidled up to the demi-god. “It is a pleasure, Jeff.”

“Oh, I’m sure it will be,” he purred in reply.

“Okay, okay, enough of the eye-fucking,” Blaine interrupted them. “You promised my boyfriend and his friends a killer afternoon on the Aegean Sea, remember?”

“That I did,” Jeff concurred with one last appreciative once-over of Santana’s physique. “NICK!”

“WHAT?” The brunette hollered back, bounding down the stairs from the yacht’s steering wheel to greet the group.

“Everyone, this is Nick,” the blond demi-god introduced his companion. “Dude, get the teeny-boppers set up and give ‘em a tour while you’re at it.”

Nick began to protest, yet Jeff quickly silenced him with “My yacht, my rules.”

The small crowd followed Nick as he led them around the deck, pointing out where they could set their belongings and such while Blaine and Jeff trailed behind.

“See that, Blaine? No compulsion necessary,” Jeff gloated quietly in Greek.

 “Yes, you must be very proud of yourself,” Blaine responded flatly, clearly unimpressed.

“Ah come on,” the demi-god elbowed his friend in the ribs lightheartedly, “don’t hate because you’ve taken yourself out of the game.”

“Please Jeff,” the god began. “You’re A-game is my amateur hour. If it weren’t for Kurt, I would have had Santana bent over the railing, legs spread wide open, nailing her from behind already.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Jeff conceded with an exasperated sigh. “Remind me again how you’re the son of two Olympians and so you get awesome sex powers yadda yadda yadda…”

The deity chuckled triumphantly.

“Speaking of which, how are you and Kurt?” the blond inquired.

Blaine’s conceited smirk instantly shifted into a more bashful smile. “I love him, Jeff.”

The demi-god balked. He had expected the world to end, for Zeus to stay faithful to Hera, for the Kardashians to actually do something meaningful before Blaine, son of Aphrodite and Dionysus, ever fell in love. He struggled for words just like a fish would for water on the sand. “I—well, whoa—I mean, Congrats—Congratulations, man! Have you—“

“Yep,” Blaine answered his friend before Jeff could finish his question. “A few nights ago. Dionysus said I had to talk to Aphrodite, and she said if I could prove my love to him and he returns it, she’ll convert him and I can make him my divine consort.”

“Whoa, that sounds…very unAphrodite-like,” Jeff marveled.

“Yeah, I think she was still riding the post-orgasm high, you know her six months with Adonis just started so…”

“Well, that’s awesome,” the blond said sincerely, clapping Blaine on the back. “I’m really happy for you…just don’t fuck this up, okay? Kurt’s a good kid.”

“I know, I know,” Blaine assured him. “But I’m going to need your help for this whole ‘proving my love’ thing…”

A little while later, Blaine and Nick tossed down the anchor and the group had taken to swimming and sunbathing on various places on the yacht’s expansive deck. Kurt and Blaine were lounging on one of the deck’s built-in white leather benches, the mortal nestled in between the deity’s legs, his back to the other’s chest, as Blaine traced small nonsensical patterns into his pale arms.

“Mmmm,” Kurt purred in a contented sigh.

“Mmmm indeed,” Blaine agreed softly.

“Blaine?”

“Hmm?”

“It’s been twenty minutes, could you help me re-apply my sunscreen?” the mortal inquired.

“Sure,” the Greek acquiesced, pressing a quick kiss into Kurt’s shoulder blade. He reached for the bottle of 60 SPF and began to lather the lotion across his lover’s creamy skin, marveling at its perpetual softness and fairness.

“Oh my Gucci, really Blaine?” Kurt exclaimed in a harsh whisper when he felt a very distinct pressure pressing at his lower back.  “We did it on the table this morning!”

“Sorry,” Blaine murmured in reply, attempting to readjust himself slightly so his boyfriend didn’t have to feel his erection. Kurt’s reminder of their good-morning-breakfast-fuck wasn’t exactly helping his situation, however. “But sometimes the whole ‘insatiable sex god’ thing gets the best of me.”

Kurt relented with a chuckle. He turned his head to capture Blaine’s lips in what was supposed to be a quick kiss, yet Blaine placed a large, strong hand on his cheek to lengthen and deepen the liplock.

“Would you like to check out one of the cabin’s bedrooms with me?” the god asked in a low, menacing, yet somehow unbelievably arousing tone.

Kurt bit his lip and nodded. The god smirked and took his hand to lead him toward somewhere more private.

“Bow-chicka-wow-wow,” Artie intoned from his spot with Brittany on the deck.

Kurt immediately halted, blushing redder than any sunburn could make him, yet before he could try to formulate any sort of excuse, Blaine winked at the Artie and gave a Kurt an emphatic pat on the ass to urge him forward.

“Get it, Kurt!” Tina called as the couple disappeared.

“Yeah!” Brittany joined in. “We’ll never be able to find the treasure without the map!”

When her exclamation was met with blank stares from her friends, Brittany froze. “Wait, this is a pirate ship right?”

Once Blaine had escorted Kurt into one of the empty bedrooms inside the boat, he wasted no time attacking his lover’s mouth. However, the mortal wasn’t responding.

“Is there something wrong?” Blaine questioned as he pulled away. He quickly realized the stupidity of   his previous query once he got a good look at Kurt and instantly recognized that his boyfriend was giving him the bitch face. “What?”

“You humiliated me in front of my friends, Blaine!  Now they all know we’re having sex!”

“Yeah, because when Jeff and Santana disappeared half an hour ago they all thought they were going to go play a friendly game of Parcheesi,” Blaine retorted, one of his triangular eyebrows cocked.

“Ugh, Blaine you don’t understand! They always give me hard time about it!”

“First of all, you tell me who is bothering you and I’ll take of it. But really Kurt, why do you even care? They probably just give you a hard time because they’re jealous since they know our sex is positively scintillating,” Blaine said, going in for another kiss.

“No!” Kurt stopped his boyfriend. “Jeez, Blaine can you not think with your, you know—“

“Penis?” Blaine completed for him, amused by his boyfriend’s modesty even after all this time.  

“--that,” Kurt continued on, albeit flustered, “for two seconds and let me be upset?!”

“Fine,” the god snapped. “Enlighten me and tell me why you’re freaking out because your sexually active friends know that you’re sexually active as well.”

“It’s just…I’m ashamed,” answered Kurt in a small voice, his eyes averted.

All the annoyance and frustration immediately vanished from Blaine’s body when he heard Kurt utter those words. He put on his hand on Kurt shoulder and guided him gently to sit down on the bed next to him. His voice was soft and tender. “Why would you be ashamed?”

“Because…” Kurt simultaneously searched for the right words while he tried to keep the tears in. “I don’t know...”

“Kurt, we’re in a caring, monogamous relationship and sex is simply a healthy part of that,” Blaine began.

“I know and I…I like what we do, but I don’t like other people knowing about it, because of how they might think of me if they knew. What if they look at me differently now? I mean no one takes Brittany seriously because she hooks up with everyone, and Santana just seems so dirty and hardened from all of her...experiences, and Mercedes always gets so uncomfortable when I try to talk to her about it, and Rachel always go on and on about how she’s waiting until she’s twenty-five and has won a Tony, but you’re just so hot and you always know what to say to get me to say yes  and it you always make it feel so good—“

“See, this is what I hate about American culture,” Blaine fumed.

“What do you mean?”

“Even after three and a half centuries you still hold onto those ghastly Puritan values,” the god lamented with an overdramatic roll of his eyes. “It’s a culture that constantly denies certain natural, carnal urges and then ostracizes those who give in, it’s completely preposterous.”

“I-I never thought of it that way,” Kurt mumbled, only slightly consoled.

“Fuck,” Blaine sighed, momentarily resting his head in hands. “I’m sorry I’m so shit at this, boyfriends are supposed to know exactly what to say to make each other feel better.”

“It’s okay, Blaine,” Kurt soothed his boyfriend. “I know you’re trying.”

“I really am,” the god vowed, lifting his head so he could look the mortal in the eye. “I know it may seem like—“

“You’re fighting against your nature, Blaine, not to mention thousand-year-old habits, I get it,” Kurt told him sincerely.

“But it’s not an excuse,” the Greek said with an air of determinative finality. “Listen, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier, and I promise to try and keep myself in check from now on. And Kurt, please don’t ever hesitate to tell me if I’m making you uncomfortable or if you’re feeling pressured to do something you don’t want to do—“’

“Okay, okay, I’ve seen an after-school-special before, Blaine,” Kurt cut him off good-naturedly. “Thank you for understanding.”

“Of course! Open communication is one of, if not the most, important part of a relati—“

Turning the tables, Kurt silenced Blaine with a kiss that the god couldn’t help but melt into. When they broke apart, the mortal murmured, “Thanks, Dr. Phil.”

Blaine blushed, which was something Kurt had never seen before. “I just want to be the boyfriend you deserve.”

Warm fuzzies exploded inside of Kurt’s gut from Blaine’s words. “You are, you’re more than I could have dreamed of.”

“I know I can be oblivious to feelings and completely sex-obsessed…” Blaine began and suddenly, there it was…another one of those pesky “potential-I-love-you-moments”. The god froze. He could say it now, it would be spontaneous and genuine, but he had already discussed his plan with Jeff and he knew the demi-god would pass the information onto Nick and everything would be set in motion. It would be silly to say it now. “…but always remember that I care about you deeply.”

“I do too, Blaine,” Kurt replied with equal conviction. “I do too.”

“Now come on,” the god said, standing up and extending his hand out to his boyfriend. “We should get back to your friends. For all we know, they might think we’re having sex or something.”

“Ha ha,” Kurt scoffed, although the corners of his lips were turned upwards and he took Blaine’s hand.

The god grinned goofily and pulled the mortal in for one last kiss before they rejoined the New Directions on the deck.

0-0-0

Of course just when Kurt had fallen asleep, he was pulled right back into consciousness by a rapping at his window. The teenager chalked it up to a bird or something, simply letting out a small huff and rolling over, trying to return to his Blaine-filled dreams. Kurt smiled to himself at the thought. Things with Blaine had been better than ever. Ever since Dionysus had visited Blaine’s apartment and the god had confessed his true identity, Kurt had gotten to know a whole other side of his boyfriend. Of course, the confident, swaggering sex fiend was ever-present, but lately, Blaine had become much more attentive to Kurt’s emotions and allowed himself to show so much more vulnerability than he had during the beginning of their relationship. The couple had let each other in as well as shared their insecurities and fears, Kurt had learned more about Blaine’s troubled and neglected youth, and Blaine had learned about the previous school year’s ordeal with Karofsky and all the bullying. Once Kurt had talked Blaine out of calling a few of Ares and Hades’ sons to beat the living crap out of the Neanderthals at McKinley, the couple’s understanding of each other, as well as their bond, grew.

Kurt was in love with Blaine. There was no doubt about it. He was head over heels, cliché romantic comedy style in love with the god. But Kurt was waiting. He didn’t want to say he was in love first. It may have seemed immature and insecure, but the American needed to know the Blaine loved him before he could even dream of saying it. Kurt was still wary, he was still afraid that the precarious perfection that was his relationship with Blaine could come tumbling down at any moment, and the American would be damned if his profession of love would be the reason that ruined everything.

Tonight was one of the rare nights that Kurt was spending in his G.L.E.E. dorm instead of Blaine’s sprawling, plush bed. The god had insisted that he spent a night catching up on his rest for his swiftly approaching final performance, and since they both knew they could never just sleep together…

The pattering at the window hadn’t stopped. He had also discerned some giggles coming from the street below. With a roll of his eyes and a dramatic push off the bed, Kurt shuffled over to his window, fully prepared to tell Puck, Brittany, and Santana it was one thing to sneak out and party on a weeknight but some people—

Kurt’s breath caught in his throat at the sight below him once he finally wrenched the old window open. Yes, Puck, Brittany, and Santana were there, all of the New Directions were actually—how did they all manage to sneak out of bed without Mr. Schue noticing? And why didn’t they tell him? The mortal’s musings  regarding his friends were interrupted when he noticed that not only were the New Directions populating the small quad outside the G.L.E.E building, there was also a full band—piano, bass, drums, violins—the works. And as if things couldn’t have possibly have gotten any stranger, there was a group of about twenty guys, all dressed in grey slacks, short-sleeved red dress shirts, and navy ties outside as well. Their identical dress gave the men a very put-together, dapper look that was reminiscent of some sort of school uniform. Kurt spotted Nick and Jeff in the small crowd…Nick and Jeff? That had to mean…

Blaine. His boyfriend had emerged from the throng wearing a knowing smirk and his eyes glowing with adoration. He was dressed impeccably, a simple pair of black dress pants paired with a crisp white button-down shirt, the top three buttons undone. Tonight the older man had parted and slicked down his raven locks, a rarity since Blaine never really tried to tame his natural curls (as if he even needed to, they were nothing short of luscious after all). Kurt couldn’t help but laugh at himself as he drank the sight of Blaine in. He couldn’t believe that he had ever thought Blaine was an earthly creature, it was so painfully obvious now that the man and his irrefutable beauty were a product of divinity and otherworldliness.

The god continued to stroll forward so he was below a completely speechless Kurt’s windowsill.

“Kurt Matthew Hummel, this is for you,” he said simply before directing a curt nod to the musicians behind him. The god took a deep breath and allowed his eyes to flutter shut for a moment.

The men in the red and blue began to sing—well, harmonize, like an acapella group.

I walked across an empty land

I knew the pathway like the back of my hand

Kurt’s breath instantly caught in his throat as several realizations hurled into him at the same time. First of all, he didn’t know Blaine sang­, and why hadn’t he told Kurt earlier, and dear gods above, his voice was the most the sublime sound the mortal had ever heard. Blaine’s voice, along with the ethereal sounding back-up the men behind him were providing, caused Kurt’s pale skin to erupt with goosebumps and brought to on the verge of tears from its sheer beauty. Next, the American boy finally put together that Blaine was serenading him, the god had organized and planned all of this, which was hands-down the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for Kurt. Blaine could recognize the comprehension in his boyfriend’s features, merely shooting him a smile and continuing to sing.

I felt the earth beneath my feet

Sat by the river and it made me complete

Holy fuck, Kurt gaped to himself as his lover continued his performance as another realization struck him. He had never heard this song before. Now, the mortal would readily admit that he was no pop music authority, his area of expertise lied with Broadway repertoire, but Kurt was fairly sure that no one else had ever heard this song before tonight which had to mean—

Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on

This was too much, Kurt concluded. He was simply going to burst from emotion. Blaine, the Greek god he was in love with, had written him a gorgeous, sentimental song and organized a romantic, troubadour-esque serenade in front of all his friends and…whoever those other background singers and musicians were. This had to be a dream, right?

So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

At this point, the small band assembled had joined the men, instantly invigorating the song with a new energy and infectiousness that the previous verse had lacked. Kurt barely noticed, however, he was much too preoccupied with resting his head in his hands, his elbows resting on the window frame as support as he watched Blaine sing and meander around the small stage that had been set up.

I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Kurt remained perched on the window as he allowed the Blaine’s performance consume him. Do I really get to call him mine? the mortal asked himself, both incredulous yet certain from the sincerity and sureness surging from the other man’s eyes as he sang. 

Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

Now no longer blindsided by the surprise of the occasion, Kurt was able to truly absorb the meaning of Blaine’s lyrics as he so skillfully sang them. The god desired someone depend upon, a new beginning…the implications of the notions triggered his stomach to perform a series of giddy backflips.

All of a sudden, Blaine raced from the front of the stage back to where the band was set up. The pianist immediately stepped back to accommodate the deity, who without a moment’s hesitation began to play the instrument with instinctual ease as he continued to pour his heart out through the music.

And if you have a minute, why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?

So Blaine not only sang like an angel, he played piano now too? Was he trying to kill Kurt with his charm? That had to be it, Kurt deduced and tightened his grip on the window, the force of his hold turning his knuckles white. He had no choice. If the mortal let go, he was positive that he would float away, or crumple to the ground in lump of fascinated, aroused boy.

This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know

Blaine stepped away from the piano, migrating towards center stage once again as the song lapsed into a sort of instrumental break--the instruments were still playing and the men were still doo-wopping—but Blaine made no move to sing. Instead, he looked right into Kurt’s eyes and crooked his finger, beckoning the boy to join him.

Kurt needed no further invitation, he positively bolted out of his room, down the flight of rickety stairs, through the sad excuse of a lobby, and straight through the building’s doors to meet Blaine and the rest of his crew on the street. It didn’t matter that he was dressed in his bedclothes, or that he still had a small smudge of toothpaste on the corner of his mouth, or that his hair was uncoiffed and his bangs were hanging over his forehead, a look he absolutely detested since the style made him look even more like a twelve-year-old. None of that mattered. All that mattered was getting to Blaine as fast as he could.

As soon as the boy had reached the sidewalk, the lyrics started back up again, Blaine, the mysterious men, and now the New Directions, joining in on the chorus as the song swelled to a crescendo.

And if you have a minute, why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?

The fair-haired teen stood at the edge of the scene, overwhelmed and overcome with emotion as his boyfriend sang with his friends. Kurt momentarily tore his eyes away from his lover to see that all the New Directions were singing with large grins, all of which completely genuine, as if he was actually worthy of a demonstration of affection as grand and beautiful as this.

This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go? So why don't we go?

Blaine no longer sang the lyrics, instead he opted to sing over the group with a succession of “oohs” and “ahhs” that did nothing to help the goosebumps covering every inch of Kurt’s skin. He clapped a hand over his heart, convinced it was going to thunder out of his chest any moment now.

And if you have a minute, why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything

So why don't we go? Somewhere only we know

The song was beginning to ease to an end. The instruments stopped playing, the New Directions had stopped singing, all that was left were the back-up vocals of the men and Blaine’s heavenly voice crooning softly—

Somewhere only we know

The god closed the gap between him and Kurt with solid, deliberate steps. When he reached Kurt, he took the boy’s hands in his as he delivered the last line of the song.

Somewhere only we know

A pregnant silence pervaded the small town square as the two men gazed into each other’s eyes meaningfully. Just when Kurt thought he was starting to process everything just happened, Blaine’s grip on his hand tightened just the slightest amount and the deity cleared his throat.

“Kurt,” he began, his voice steady, although the American could detect a sense of fear and exposure under it.

“Yes?” Kurt’s voice was no more than breathy whisper. Yet on the inside, his mind was going haywire. Oh my God, is he going to—oh my God, he’s actually going to—

“I love you.”

Kurt stopped breathing. Was this real? How on Earth could this be real? He was convinced that he would wake up in his bed back in Lima any second now and all of this—Greece, Blaine, tonight—would have all been a dream. However, another squeeze to Kurt’s hands shook him from his thoughts as he blinked a few times before focusing in on Blaine’s heated gaze. Apparently, against his best efforts of denial, this was all actually happening. Tears of joyous disbelief began slip down Kurt’s cheeks.

“Kurt?” Blaine prodded gently. He’d never seen his immortal boyfriend look so unsure before. “Are yo—“

The god’s inquiry was promptly cut off by Kurt smashing their lips together desperately. Their mouths moved in sync for a few precious moments before the mortal pulled back so he could speak.

“I love you too, Blaine,” Kurt replied softly.

The god’s face instantly lit up with a smile so bright and exuberant, Kurt couldn’t help but return it. Blaine was surging forward again, melding their lips together again and collecting Kurt’s slim frame in his arms, intent on kissing his lover breathless. The mortal was so caught up in their liplock that he only faintly recognized that the population of the town square had burst into applause. Once Blaine had finally released him, Kurt observed all the grins, cheers, and shouts of congratulations their friends were showering them with.

The couple took a moment to admire and receive the adulation before Blaine clutched Kurt’s hand and whispered, “Come on.”

Kurt turned his face away from his adoring public (he couldn’t help but feel very Kate Middleton-like at the moment) to regard Blaine. “What?”

All the mortal received in reply was a devious yet charming smirk and a tug on his arm as Blaine pulled him around the corner of the G.L.E.E. building.

“But Blaine!” Kurt exclaimed as he fumbled to keep up with his boyfriend as they rounded the corner. “Shouldn’t we—I don’t know—thank all those people for all this?”

“Don’t worry, love, I made sure to express our gratitude in advance,” the deity assured him as he led him over to where the Ferrari was parked.

“Buh-but…” the mortal struggled to get a hold on his thoughts, everything felt as if it was racing past him at a hundred miles per minute. “...where are we going? I’m—I’m in my pajamas, Blaine.”

Again, another cunning leer from Blaine. “Not for long, babe, not for long. Trust me, where we’re going is very private.”

Kurt opened and closed his mouth mechanically, trying to make some sort of words come out, yet failing miserably. He was too overwhelmed, Kurt assumed he must have looked like a fish gasping for air to Blaine. The god didn’t seem to mind though, he simply chuckled and pressed a light, innocent kiss to his mortal’s lips.

“You are too cute. Just trust me, okay?” Blaine requested, his honey hazel eyes searching Kurt’s. “I love you.”

Like Kurt could argue with that. His face immediately split into a wide smile and climbed into the car. “I love you, too.”

“I’m just going to warn you now, I feel like I’m going to say that a lot,” Blaine told him as he took his respective seat in the convertible and started the engine.

“Well I really don’t think that’s going to be a problem,” Kurt informed him, “because I seriously doubt I’m going to ever get tired of hearing it.”

The god flashed him yet another dazzling grin and put the car into gear. “Glad to hear it.”

The ride to their mystery location passed by in silence. Kurt wanted to gush to, not to mention absolutely interrogate, Blaine. He wanted to tell Blaine that he’d loved him for so long and how nervous he had been and how ridiculously amazing that whole musical number was and when did Blaine know he was in love with him and where was he and what did it feel like and did he ever think he would feel like this for someone else and who were those attractive men that sang so well…

 But instead of verbally assaulting Blaine, all Kurt found himself doing was alternating between watching the city fly past him and stealing not-so-secret glances at the god as he leisurely sped along. Every few seconds Blaine would divert his attention from the road to glance back at him, and they’d share a little knowing smile. Eventually, once they had passed through the Athens city limits into the countryside, Blaine took Kurt’s hand in his.

Eventually, it must’ve had been about an hour or so, Blaine pulled the Ferrari over in a seemingly random wooded area. Kurt’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “Honey?”

“Yes, dear?” Blaine answered breezily as he cut the engine and got out to get Kurt’s door.

“Where are we?” Kurt asked the immortal as he helped him out of the car. “Is this the special mystery location you wouldn’t tell me about?”

“Not quite,” Blaine told him fondly. “This is how we get to the special mystery location.”

“I don’t follow,” Kurt said bluntly.

A quick laugh escaped Blaine. “You see, about three hundred meters away is a Portal—“

“What’s a Portal?”

The god paused for a moment to collect his thoughts on how best to explain it to Kurt. “It’s like a teleportation station, I guess, if I were to put it into modern, science-fiction terms. A Portal is a place that we use to travel long distances. Only Olympians can appear anywhere at will, and although I can travel from the mortal world to Olympus on my own, I’m limited from travelling from place to place within the mortal world in that way. Our location isn’t actually that far away, but since neither of us are exactly dressed for hiking—“ he gestured to his formal dress and Kurt’s pajamas, “—the use of a Portal comes in handy. Understand?”

“I think so,” Kurt replied warily, trying to soak it all in. Blaine had been leading him through the forest during his explanation, and now the pair had stopped at a primordial pine tree. He looked from the tree, to Blaine, back to the tree. “I’m guessing this is the Portal?”

“Smart and beautiful,” Blaine cooed. He wrapped his strong arms around the mortal’s torso and pulled the teen flush against his body. “Hold on tight,” he breathed into his ear.

Kurt swallowed audibly, and in turn, locked his arms around Blaine’s neck.  The god muttered—it almost sounded as if he was chanting—in ancient Greek, and the next thing he knew, there was a blinding flash of white light, and for an ephemeral instant, he felt as if he was hurtling through time and space, through the light that seemed to be surrounding him somehow getting even brighter. Then, just as soon as it had come, he was back on solid ground again, the warm night air seeping back into his skin.

At first, Kurt was suspicious as to if he and Blaine had gone anywhere at all, yet after a few moments of observation, noticed that they must have travelled to somewhere much deeper in the forest now from the increased tree cover. “Where are we?”

Rather than gave him a straight answer, Blaine ordered quietly, “Turn around.”

As soon as the mortal obeyed, the breath was knocked out of him for the second time that night. A few feet away from him there was a small, shallow pond, and on the other side of that pond was a large imposing stone façade that seemed to be part of a rock formation or cliff, although the edge was nowhere in sight. The stone was embellished with a mosaic, a blend of shades of blues, browns, and greens that created an image of two men (nude, of course) one fair but large and muscled, seated on a beige conglomeration of rocks not much unlike the canvas it sat upon, and another darker, slimmer man standing to the first man’s left. Both men seemed to be looking off into the distance at something, only Kurt couldn’t begin to imagine at what.

The mortal was shaken from his study of the mosaic when he felt two solid arms snake around his torso and pull him back slightly so his back was pressed right up against Blaine’s front. He couldn’t fight the shiver that slithered down his spine when Blaine whispered in his ear, “Do you know who they are?”

Kurt simply shook his head to answer.

“No, I didn’t think you would,” Blaine said, though Kurt didn’t know if the statement was more directed toward him or Blaine himself. “The man sitting is Heracles, and that’s his lover Iolaus.”

“Funny, they never mentioned him in the Disney movie,” Kurt quipped.

Blaine giggled and pressed a kiss into the mortal’s neck. “Well, Disney is the keeper of the heteronormative keys after all. Animated children’s films aside, Heracles actually had many male lovers.”

“Is that so?” Surprise tinged Kurt’s voice. He knew that back then people were more liberal about their sexuality, but it was hard to imagine a familiar figure such as Hercu—Heracles shared Kurt’s sexual inclinations.

“Hmmmm,” the god was momentarily preoccupied by nuzzling the soft, delicate skin of his boyfriend’s throat. After another second or two passed, Blaine continued. “Yes, back then keeping male lovers was a symbol of being a strong warrior and masculinity.”

“Oh, how the times have changed,” Kurt muttered, causing Blaine to laugh lightly once more.

“Indeed,” he concurred. “Now you see, Heracles had many male companions, and quite a few female ones as well for that matter, but Iolaus was special.”

“How so?” Kurt inquired, genuinely interested in the myth Blaine was relaying to him but at the same time, becoming slightly lost in the soft caresses from his fingertips that had inched up below the hemline of his pajama shirt.

“Because he was always there for Heracles. You’ve learned about the Twelve Labors of Heracles, am I right?” He waited for Kurt’s small sound of confirmation before moving on, “Well, Iolaus assisted Heracles with conquering some of them, even after Iolaus had died, he asked to be temporarily restored to life so he could help Heracles’s descendants to slay the evil king Eurystheus. He was completely devoted to his lover in life and death.”

“That’s beautiful,” Kurt whispered reverently. “I’ve—all my life, I’ve been told that how I love is wrong, that I’m wrong for wanting to love another man, and this—this proves that they’re wrong. What we have is just as old and ancient as the Earth and they can’t touch it. Iolaus’s devotion—it’s just so moving…”

“It is,” Blaine stepped to the mortal’s side. “That’s the kind of devotion I have for you, Kurt.”

The teen gasped and snapped his neck to look at Blaine. “Really?”

“Like you have to ask,” the god chortled with a good-natured roll of his eyes. Blaine took Kurt’s hands and shifted so they could face each other and look each other in the eye, his expression insistently serious. “Kurt, back in antiquity, male couples would make a pilgrimage here, Iolaus’s tomb, and pledge an oath of loyalty to each other and to the hero himself. Now, my love, will you make that oath with me?”

“Yes,” Kurt gasped without so much as a second thought. This was more than he could have ever imagined. Sure, a moonlit serenade at his window was definitely in the realm of Kurt’s romantic fantasizing capabilities, but this, Blaine taking him to an ancient, sacred tomb and expressing a desire to swear his undying loyalty and devotion to him? Not in his wildest dreams, which had included gems such as becoming Crown Prince of Monaco and winning a Tony for his role as Rose, well Ross, in an all-male production of Gypsy.

Blaine beamed. “Repeat after me,” he told him eagerly.

Kurt did his best to properly enunciate the complicated ancient Greek phrases the god spoke for him. But after only a slight amount of bumbling, Kurt managed to complete the vow with Blaine. They sealed the pledge with a breathtaking kiss, another one of many that they had already shared that evening.

“We’re committed to each other for forever now,” Blaine murmured once they finally broke apart. “I will be faithful to you until the end of time, Kurt, and now we belong to each other.”

“I always belonged to you,” Kurt countered and oh no, the tears are coming back. “It’s just like you said, Blaine, The Fates destined us to be together and now I understand why I had been so lonely before, so depressed because something within me knew that I was destined to find this beautiful, amazing man and even though times were tough, I just had to be patient and wait until we found each other. I always belonged to you, Blaine, and I always will.”

Blaine had begun to cry as well. “Gods, I just love you so much.”

“I love you too, Blaine, so much that it kind of hurts,” Kurt confessed, “My heart aches for you. You’re my everything.”

“I know how you feel,” Blaine sniffed.

“So, what now?” the mortal inquired, trying to tone down the waterworks.

“Well isn’t it obvious?” The deity asked, his tone taking on that unmistakable rasp that denoted he was aroused. “We make love.”

“Mmmm, yes,” Kurt keened and then launched himself at Blaine. Their tongues dueled fiercely as they clung to each other tightly. The teen could already feel his lover’s hardness pressing against him. He let his hands drift slowly down the broad expanse of Blaine’s chest. Before it could reach his groin, however, Blaine stopped him.

“Wait, I have this all planned,” he informed the American. Kurt couldn’t help but chuckle a little at Blaine’s attentiveness and detail-oriented nature when it came to tonight. He watched dotingly as the god reached behind one of the shrubs dotting the landscape and retrieved a large picnic-type basket. He set the basket on the ground and from it produced a sizeable cream-colored silk blanket. He returned back over to where Kurt was standing and with a wink and grin, carefully laid out the blanket.

Once he had smoothed down the edges, the deity turned back to his lover and with an extended hand beckoned, “My love?”

Kurt took his hand without a second’s hesitation and eased down onto the fabric, easily the softest and finest silk he had ever felt, with Blaine. Unlike a few moments previous, their kissing was completely unhurried, both men took their time exploring each other’s mouths, their hands holding them close, Blaine’s hands gently cupped the back of Kurt’s neck, while his hands framed either side of the god’s face. Eventually, Kurt wasn’t really sure how, but too drunk off of the immortal’s kisses to care, he found himself on his back with Blaine hovering over him, his lips attached to his neck and his nimble fingers deftly unbuttoning his satin sleep shirt. The American lost himself in the heady pleasure of it all, only moving when Blaine grunted for him to lift up so he could slip the sleeves down and off his arms.

The god was about to dive back in for more mouth-to-mouth action but Kurt pressed his palms to into Blaine’s pecs firmly. “Nuh uh, you too.”

Blaine acquiesced with an easy smile, slowly and sensually popping each one of his buttons from its hole, revealing the god’s tanned, chiseled torso bit-by-bit as he kneeled above Kurt.

“Perfect,” the mortal panted once Blaine had stripped of his shirt.

“So are you,” the god murmured back, leaning down once again to reconnect their lips. Blaine broke the kiss however to trail his lips down to the teen’s chest where he peppered little licks, bites, and kisses all over the smooth, flawless expanse of skin. He grinned to himself the entire while as his ministrations elicited all sorts of delicious little gasps and sighs and maybe even a shriek or two from Kurt when Blaine laved at his nipples. He then very gently tugged the drawstring waistband of Kurt’s navy pajama pants down his long legs before discarding them. The sight of Kurt’s cock, flushed and standing at attention for him, made Blaine’s mouth water. The god reached for his belt buckle, yet paused when his lover’s hands joined his.

“Let me?” the mortal pleaded. Blaine whimpered at his request, his mind truly blown by how Kurt seemed to be the perfect mix of beauty, innocence, and sex appeal. The god nodded his head in affirmation.

Kurt made quick work of Blaine’s belt and fly, and mewling as the god’s erect member was freed. He pushed Blaine’s pants down a little more and then leaned in to kiss the head of his arousal and trail slow, careful swipes of his tongue up the length of the long shaft.

“So good, love,” Blaine groaned, yet before he let himself be lost in the wonderful sensations created only by Kurt’s mouth, he stopped the mortal to pant in reminder, “This is supposed to be about both of us.”

“Oh-okay,” Kurt comprehended and lay back down on the blanket while Blaine rid himself of his slacks.

The god rejoined him fully naked a few moments later, the famous vial of lube in his right hand. He set it aside though, gathering Kurt in his arms once more to continue their slow, gratuitous kissing, their erections just barely brushing each other. 

“Mmm, Blaine,” the mortal keened, surprised how much his voice seemed to be dripping with need. He remembered a time when he thought sex should end with the touch of the fingertips, but now only months later he was the one begging for more.

“Alright, my love,” Blaine soothed, fetching the lubricant, “alright.”

The immortal nudged Kurt’s legs apart, marveling at the sight of the virtuous, pure beauty that he had the honor to call his. Without a moment more’s hesitation, Blaine nestled himself between his lover’s legs, which spread instinctively in anticipation. He took a moment to simply gaze reverently at Kurt’s entrance before pressing a few light kisses to the wrinkled skin, causing the boy above him to squirm and moan. The god chuckled lowly and swiped his tongue over his hole, relishing the keen it produced from Kurt. He laved at his opening for a little while longer before surrendering and oiling a finger to enter the mortal at a criminally slow pace.

“You’re doing so well, love,” Blaine murmured as he slipped another digit into his lover’s heat to stretch him. “You take it so well.”

Kurt acknowledged him with a small whimper and then, “It’s because I love you so much, Blaine.”

“I love you too, Kurt,” Blaine averred in return as another one of fingers breached the teen’s entrance. The god knew he had to be thorough, but the competing desire to be inside of his boyfriend was becoming almost too much to bear.

Fortunately, Kurt felt the same way. “It’s enough,” he gasped. “That’s enough, Blaine, please—“

“Unngh, yes, just let me—“

Blaine groped around for the lube, only to have it snatched away from him by Kurt, who, without missing a beat, poured a copious amount into his palm and began to coat his shaft liberally with firm, determined strokes. The Greek let out a low groan as the feel of the mortal’s soft skin gripping him tightly and surely, eagerly preparing him for his body. Just when the feel of Kurt’s hand bordered on too much, he guided the mortal’s hand away from his cock. 

Blaine hovered over the American and lined himself up with Kurt’s entrance. “Oh baby,” he groaned. “Are you ready?”

“Yes!” Kurt cried. “Please, just—“

Blaine silenced him by entering Kurt, quickly but smoothly in one thrust. Both men let out their respective sounds of ecstasy at the sensation of becoming one. Blaine made no move to move at first, simply reveling in the feeling of his cock being surrounded, engulfed, practically choked by the delicious warmth and stifling tightness that was Kurt. When the primal urge to thrust was too difficult to ignore, the god set a leisurely speed, fluidly pushing in and pulling out, clearly in no rush to finish anytime soon.

Kurt’s eyes rolled back in his head as the god unhurriedly moved inside him, there was something about the sensuality of the way Blaine was making love (and now it was truly making love) to him, their surroundings, and the occasion that felt like sensory overload to the mortal. It was too much, everything about tonight had been too much, and yet Kurt never wanted it to end. Therefore, the teenager didn’t protest the immortal’s deliberate, measured thrusts of his cock inside of him. He felt so full, of Blaine and his love and—fuck, the head of Blaine’s dick had found his prostrate, effectively causing his brain to short circuit. 

The god laughed darkly, it sounded more like a rumble than anything, and urged Kurt in gravelly tone, “Come on love, up.”

Next thing he knew, the deity had collected Kurt into his arms, so that he was sitting back on his heels, and the mortal was kneeling, straddling Blaine’s groin. The god’s strong hands held his sides guiding him up and down on his cock, the angle of penetration so much deeper and fulfilling than before so that Blaine’s cock was hitting his prostate with every thrust. Everything felt closer now, even more intimate than before.

“Nnngh, so deep,” Kurt marveled as Blaine impaled him on his manhood. He rested his arms on the older man’s shoulders to gain better leverage to assist their rhythm.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” Blaine rasped in reply.

“So good, Blaine,” Kurt panted back, a burn beginning to build in his thighs from the position, however, Kurt had no intention of stopping. “Love you so much.”

“Love you so much,” the god told him, starting to increase the pace of his thrusts. “Gods, you’re all mine, Kurt…all mine forever and ever…”

“Yours,” the mortal confirmed breathlessly. He bit his lip as he felt his orgasm begin to escalate. “Blaine, I—I’m—“

“Let go, Beautiful, that’s it,” Blaine spurred him on, his pace picking up a fraction more. “Come, come for me, show me what I do to you—“

The deity’s hands slipped lower and found Kurt’s ass cheeks and squeezed, providing his lover with that extra oomph he needed to find his release. The mortal came with a loud cry, his fingers digging into Blaine’s shoulders as his orgasm overwhelmed his body with pleasure. The god drove himself inside Kurt for a half dozen more thrusts before he too toppled over the edge and erupted inside of his lover with a few swears in what Kurt assumed were Ancient Greek.

The mortal slumped onto Blaine’s frame, exhausted and spent from their lovemaking. The god pressed a kiss into the crook of his neck and shoulder before lowering Kurt back down to the blanket, laying him down gently and slipping out. Another kiss to his jaw, and Blaine reached into the basket, rose, and hobbled over to the pond to wet the cloth he had recovered.

Wow, Kurt thought to himself. He really has thought of everything. The teenager stretched out on the blanket, fancying himself a satisfied, spoiled, sort of cat in the moment.

“Oh Blaine, that was amazing” he raved to as the god wrung out the cloth.

“I agree,” he agreed, sending Kurt a smile over his shoulder.

“Do you think we made a worthy offering?” he inquired suggestively.

Blaine chuckled as he made his way back over to Kurt. “I think Heracles and Iolaus will be very pleased.”

“Good,” the mortal chirped, his eyes roaming over Blaine’s nude form appreciatively as the god bent down to clean them off. “I aim to please.”

“Well, you certainly know how to do that, my dear,” the god practically growled. His voice sent a shiver up the mortal’s spine that had him cursing his lingering sensitivity after orgasm.

“But really, Blaine,” Kurt began becoming sincere. “Tonight was…out of this world. I’ve never—no one’s ever done something so romantic for me. Ever.”

The god laughed jovially and kissed Kurt before informing him, “Tonight isn’t quite over yet, love.”

“It’s not?”

“Not by a long shot,” he told him, Blaine’s voice taking on a strange breathy quality. Kurt regarded him curiously and then followed his line of sight downward.

He gasped as soon as he saw it. A small, conspicuously sized black velvet box. All of a sudden, Kurt’s heart was thundering in his ears and his breath was coming in short pants. He isn’t…is he? His gaze flickered to meet Blaine’s, and noticed the unmistakable excited, expectant glint in the warm honey hazel orbs. The mortal gulped, speech completely escaping him at the moment.

“Kurt,” Blaine began earnestly. “I have no doubt in my mind that we are fated to be together. I have been looking, searching, for you forever. Never in all my years has anyone captivated me the way you have Kurt, you move me. Your beauty, your kindness, your intelligence, ambition, wit, compassion…I could spend all night singing your praises. I consider myself infinitely grateful that you chose me, Kurt, you taught me how to love, and now I am prepared to spend the rest eternity with you as not as spouses in the mortal realm, but by my side as my divine consort on Olympus.”

The lid of the box flipped open and Kurt saw it. It was a simple platinum band embedded with glittering, flawless diamonds around its circumference. His breath caught in his throat when he laid eyes on it. An engagement ring. Of course Kurt had thought about marrying Blaine, he practically had every detail planned down to the placecards for his meticulously arranged seating chart at their tastefully lavish wedding reception. But now? In his fantasies, marriage to Blaine always came several years down the road, after Kurt had graduated from Julliard and had made it on Broadway. Yet here he was, naked and in the middle of a Grecian forest, with an easily two carat diamond ring right under his nose. Kurt’s head was swimming, it was too much. And then there was that term—

“Div-divine consort?” Kurt finally spoke, his voice small and unable to make eye contact with the god as he tried to process everything.

“Well, we can’t spend eternity together if you die in before the century’s out,” Blaine chortled in a patronizingly sweet tone. “Naturally, you would be converted into an immortal being so we could live on Olympus together, you’d share my caste ranking, however you wouldn’t be bestowed any powers. You’re going to love Olympus, Kurt.”

Kurt blinked owlishly. Immortal? As in never dying? When would Blaine convert me? The mortal presumed it would happen sooner rather than later. Would I really stay seventeen forever?

Again, his boyfriend’s speechlessness didn’t deter Blaine. He knew Kurt wasn’t used to such grand gestures of affection. The god pressed on resolutely. “So, in that case, Kurt Hummel, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

For the first time in five minutes, Kurt’s eyes met Blaine’s. The two bottomless pools of blue were bright, but not with the unbridled joy he was expecting. In fact, it actually looked like Kurt was afraid.

“Kurt?” Blaine prodded. “What is it, love?”

The mortal labored a breath before answering “Blaine, I—this is…this is too much.”

Blaine internally relaxed. Of course Kurt would be feeling insecure, don’t I know my fiancé at all? he chided himself. “No, baby, none of that. How many times have we been over this, you deserve th—“

“No, Blaine,” the boy cut him off, his voice surer, harder. “This…I mean—marriage? I’m only seventeen—“

“So?” It was the god’s turn to interject. “Back in antiqu—“

“But this isn’t antiquity!” Kurt protested. Blaine frowned. He didn’t much like the turn this conversation was taking.  Kurt was supposed to accept his proposal without a moment’s hesitation, and then they were supposed to have more hot, steamy celebratory sex. “We’re in the twenty-first century now! Getting married at seventeen is brash and foolish and—“

“Plenty of people do it,” the deity shot back.

“Well that may be so, but…Blaine, come on!” the mortal countered imploringly. “We’ve only been dating for two months!”

“Kurt,” said Blaine, setting the ring box down momentarily and taking Kurt’s face into his hands. “Who cares? Stop holding yourself to all these meaningless societal norms. You know we’re soul mates, right? Can’t you feel it?”

Kurt hesitated as Blaine’s eyes searched his. “Yes,” he relented.

“Then that’s all that matters,” the Greek concluded simply, releasing his grip on the mortal’s face.

“No, it’s not!” Kurt objected.

“Then what is it?!” Blaine snapped. “What’s stopping you from doing what you know is right?”

A heavy silence transpired between the two of them as they both stared into each other’s eyes fiercely. After what felt like hours, Kurt dropped his gaze and mumbled, “I don’t want to go to Olympus.”

The god laughed in easy relief. So his pet was just a tinge nervous. This would easily be remedied once Blaine explained. “Oh Kurt—“

“Stop laughing!” he barked indignantly. “I hate it when you do that! When you dismiss what I have to say with some superior chuckle…”

The immortal glowered at him, but obeyed. “Fine. I know this may seem like a lot Kurt, but Olympus is truly paradise and the first a hundred years will fly by—“

“A HUNDRED YEARS!” The American exclaimed irately.

“Well, yes,” Blaine verified, his temper slipping. He was not anticipating having to explain all of this to Kurt as if he was some petulant child. “Once a mortal is converted, they have to spend the first century of their immortality on Olympus so—“

“—so all their loved ones can die out,” Kurt finished for the god, his voice somehow hard and fragile at the same time. “My dad…Would I even get to say goodbye?”

Blaine hadn’t thought of that. The deity dropped his gaze, unable to look at Kurt when he answered, “No.”

A strangled sob escaped the boy’s lips. The sound of it caused Blaine to flinch and look up once again. Tears were beginning to stream down Kurt’s cheeks. The god’s stomach twisted in knots at the sight. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. Kurt was supposed to be crying of happiness, and those definitely were the joyous brand of tears sliding down his lover’s porcelain skin. “Kurt—“

“How could you ask that of me, Blaine?” the mortal sniveled. “What would I tell my father? Let him think I died? Abandon him? He wouldn’t survive it, his heart can’t take another loss like that.”

“Kurt, I know the conditions aren’t ideal, but we’re kind of working on a deadline—“

“Excuse me?”

“Aphrodite only agreed to turn you before you were set to return to America—“

“Well, tell her to change it,” Kurt retorted.

Blaine sighed in frustration. “I can’t just tell Aphrodite, an Olympian, to change the conditions of an agreement she made, especially one as generous as this.”

“WELL I DON’T CARE!” The mortal sobbed. The god grimaced, since when did his boyfriend become such a crybaby? “I don’t care, okay? You can’t honestly expect to just leave behind my entire life—my friends, my family, my dreams—what about New York? And college? Damn, I hadn’t even thought of that! You know I want to be on Broadway, Blaine, you know how much that means to me!”

“Well, excuse me for thinking that I actually meant something to you too!” Blaine spat back.

“No, Blaine, you know how much you mean to me—“

“Apparently I don’t because all of this bitching and moaning about—“

“Bitching and moaning?! I am NOT bitching and moaning!” Kurt retaliated. “I am TRYING to come to terms with all of this! Are you even trying to understand what this is like for me? I have to sacrifice everything and you give up nothing!”

“Nothing? You think it’s fun for me attracting so many beautiful mortals and nymphs and having to fight every instinct in my body to refuse them?! Because it’s not, Kurt, for your information, it’s tiring as fuck!”

“Tiring as fuck…TIRING AS FUCK?! Being with me is tiring as fuck? If our relationship is tiring as fuck, Blaine, what the hell has this entire evening been?” Kurt hollered, a venom in his voice that Blaine had never heard before.

“This evening has been me trying to show how much I love you and be with you forever in the best way I know how and you being a prissy little bitch and REJECTING ME!” Blaine shouted back.

“Well you don’t know shit Blaine!” The American yelled. “YOU DON’T KNOW SHIT!”

“OH YEAH?” The god challenged him.

“YEAH! YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT LOVE! LOVE ISN’T MAKING SOMEONE SACRIFICE EVERYTHING SO THEY CAN BE YOUR ARM CANDY UP GOD-LAND, OKAY? LOVE IS SUPPORTING THEIR DREAMS AND TRYING TO SEE THEIR SIDE OF THINGS AND UNDERSTANDING THAT THEY’RE NOT READY FOR THAT LEVEL OF COMMITMENT AND—“

“YOU KNOW WHAT—“

“AND—“ Kurt screeched over him. “I WOULD RATHER BE A PRISSY LITTLE BITCH THAN A FUCKING RAPIST LIKE YOU!”

Blaine was fuming so intensely he thought he would burst into flames. Kurt had called him a rapist. That word was his worst nightmare realized. That word caused something to snap inside of him. So Kurt saw him as something dark and ugly? Fine, so be it. Blaine took a few calming breaths and then the god laughed darkly, a sound that usually aroused Kurt, but now struck fear in his heart. “That’s right, I’m the big bad rapist god, and you’re the innocent little defenseless mortal.”

Kurt was trembling too much to reply to the deity’s accusation. He had never seen Blaine like this so menacing and…scary. He thought back to ­all the Greek myths he’d learned about this past summer and even further back to English class—things never ended well for those who’d angered the gods.

“I’m surprised—nay, impressed that you would challenge me like this, especially since you know what I could do to you,” he mused sinisterly, stalking towards Kurt. “Well, that’s the thing isn’t it? You really don’t know what I could do to you, the extent of my power. You don’t want to come to Olympus, hm? I could make you, mortal,” Blaine hissed into Kurt’s ear. The teen tried his best to keep from crying, but soon realized it was a losing battle. He had never been more humiliated in his life, the slushies at McKinley were nothing compared to this, compared to the man he thought he trusted and loved betraying and threatening him with something so vile. “I could turn you into my pretty little doll, just like I did to your friends for Nick and Jeff that first night in Athens…”

Kurt gasped in realization. The afternoon after he and Blaine met and made love for the first time, he remembered Santana describing waking up in some random apartment and having to cart herself, Brittany, Quinn, and Rachel back to headquarters before Mr. Schue woke up and busted them. That had been Blaine, while he was romancing and deflowering you his friends were violating yours. Kurt felt sick to his stomach and nearly fell to his knees from the vertigo brought on by the insight. He couldn’t though, he couldn’t humiliate himself anymore in front of Blaine.  He had to stay strong.

“Yo-you’re s-s-sick,” the teen stuttered and gee, that had sounded a lot less pathetic in his mind.

The god surveyed him derisively, adding in a humorless laugh for good measure. Then Blaine was looking somewhere else, down at the ground and to the side. Kurt followed his line of vision and saw that he was looking at the discarded engagement ring. The proposal felt like days ago, everything—the serenade, the vow, the sex—it all felt so distant to Kurt now.

“And to think, I really loved you, Kurt,” Blaine seethed.

That was when it all clicked for Kurt. He was instantly reminded of his fifteenth birthday when his dad had given him an Alexander McQueen sweater. He recalled how proud Burt had been that he had managed to buy something Kurt actually liked (not to mention spent his Super Bowl pool money to purchase it), yet when Kurt had informed him that the sweater was in fact last season, Burt had lost it. Instead of expressing his hurt feelings, his father had channeled them into rage. Well, if Blaine couldn’t grow up after all these years…

“Oh my God, Blaine you are so immature!” Kurt laughed, perfectly mimicking the god’s patronizing chuckle.

“What?”  

“Oh sorry, excuse me, Mr. Big Bad God,” the mortal corrected himself. Blaine looked as if his head would explode. “I’m sorry I couldn’t accept your proposal, okay? It’s just—you don’t understand, and you’ve made it pretty clear with that big scary speech of yours that you’re never going to try to understand either!” Shit, I’m crying again. “You’d rather just bully me into feeling as bad you do because everything didn’t go according to your plan! Because you can’t control me!”

 Blaine looked at him completely bewildered for a long moment before striking back, “Yeah, because you’re trying so hard to understand my side of things! It’s real easy to make accusations, Kurt, but it’s not so fun being on the receiving end of things, is it? Even with all the experience I’ve given you on being on the ‘receiving end’ I thought you’d be able to handle it better!”

Kurt’s face burned with degradation at Blaine’s scathing remark. “Ruh-real mature,” he sniffled, a fresh wave of tears threatening to spill over. “Two and a half thousand years and that’s the best you got?”

“Oh, you want to see better?” the god contested. His eyes, which once were filled with such warmth, were now wild with the fire of anger and rage. “I’ll show you better! HOW ABOUT THIS?!?”

There was blinding flash of light, so bright that Kurt instinctively covered his eyes with his hands, and by the time the teenager removed them, Blaine was gone, and Kurt had never felt more alone in his life.