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Go Your Own Way

Go Your Own Way: Chapter 19


E - Words: 5,958 - Last Updated: Mar 12, 2012
Story: Complete - Chapters: 28/28 - Created: Aug 05, 2011 - Updated: Mar 12, 2012
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Author's Notes: A/N: Early again! Thank the magnificent Lira for her fast betaing, and my crazies in tinychat for inspring me to write.Let me see... no warnings for this chapter, thanks a bazillion for the insane number of reviews, and except 20 before Halloween! Somewhere between the 27th and 31st, depending on my school work load and my schedule for work.

Kurt pressed his head back against the headboard of his bed and shifted a bit under Blaine's weight. He brushed a thumb over the soft skin under Blaine's eye, watching the boy's long, dark lashes flutter a bit. His heart gave a funny jolt in his chest as he looked over Blaine's face – his slightly parted lips and almost peaceful expression as his warm, even breaths ghosted over Kurt's neck.

He still had no explanation for the black eye or the bandage over Blaine's eyebrow, or even how Blaine had come to be in his house. Truthfully, Blaine had been the last person Kurt had expected to see when he'd heard someone come down to his room. But it had been the most welcomed surprise he could have asked for, at least until Blaine's tears had started. The gut- wrenching sobs had made his chest constrict until it hurt to breathe, and he'd done the only thing he could do. He'd gathered Blaine up in his arms and helped him over to the bed, laid him down, and held him until he'd fallen asleep.

It hadn't taken very long. The few minutes Kurt had seen Blaine in the hallway that morning had been enough to tell him that Blaine had reached his breaking point. He wouldn't be surprised if it turned out Blaine hadn't slept all weekend, and even if he had, it couldn't have been very well considering he'd slept through all of their classes and the fact that he'd still woken up looking more exhausted than before.

With a sad sigh, Kurt sunk down the headboard a few more inches and held Blaine tighter against his chest. Blaine murmured in his sleep and nuzzled his face against Kurt's neck, the arm draped over Kurt tightening slightly. God, Blaine was imperfect in the most perfect ways. Everything he tried to keep hidden was everything that Kurt loved about him. He was so glad that Blaine seemed to being realizing that Kurt would take him as he was no matter the difficulties or heartache it caused.

From the top of the stairs Kurt heard his bedroom door creak open and then the sound of approaching footsteps. For a moment he was terrified that it was his father. He knew his dad was still unsure about Blaine, but it couldn't be him coming down the stairs. Burt was strictly confined to the ground floor except when he went up to bed. Besides, the footsteps were too fast. And they were too soft to be Finn's thunderous steps.

Carole stopped for a moment on the landing, a tray piled high with food and drinks in her hands.

"How is he?" she asked quietly, descending the remaining few steps and approaching the bed.

Kurt shrugged as much as he could under Blaine's weight, and mulled over the proper words. "He's better now that he's here with me, but he's far from okay."

Carole nodded sadly and pulled his desk chair over so that she could sit next to the bed. "He's been through so much. He's so lucky to have you."

"I'm lucky to have him," Kurt mumbled, pressing a kiss to Blaine's forehead and trying to sit up. "I didn't expect to have anyone understand what I was going through when Dad was in hospital. But then there he was."

"Here," Carole said, placing the tray on the desk and pulling Blaine off of him a little so that he could sit up. Blaine groaned in protest and fought out of her hold, latching back onto Kurt's body like Velcro. Despite himself, Kurt grinned broadly as Blaine snuggled back down on top of him. He loved the feeling of Blaine's warmth pressing down on him and surrounding him; loved feeling so wanted.

With Carole's help he arranged one of the plates on the mattress next to him and started eating.

"He's probably starving, but I'd hate to wake him up," Carole whispered, reaching over and brushing Blaine's curls off his forehead.

"Yeah, he's exhausted," Kurt agreed, pausing in his eating to stare down at Blaine. "He cried himself to sleep earlier."

"He– "Carole paused and her face fell. Kurt could see the heartbreak in her eyes, but he could tell she wasn't completely surprised. It had only been a matter of time until he broke down.

Kurt speared a slice of tomato onto his fork and asked quietly, "What happened to his eye?"

He listened to Carole's tale while he finished eating. She'd arrived at Blaine's apartment not long after school had let out and waited for him in her car. Some drunk man had come staggering into the lot and started shouting at her about her "little faggot pity project" until Blaine had arrived and fought him off. Kurt stared at her in horror for a few moments, easily able to picture the scene, but wishing he couldn't. When was the world going to give Blaine a break? Was Blaine just going to spend the rest of his life fighting to have an ounce of happiness? It wasn't difficult to see why Blaine so readily chose to shut back down at the first sign of trouble. If every memory of Kurt's own life had been that way he doubted he'd still be standing, let alone able to let someone in the way Blaine had let him in.

"At least he's here and safe now," Carole said softly, picking Kurt's empty plate up from the bed and setting it on the tray. "I just hope tonight will convince him to stay with one of us permanently."

"Why wouldn't he?" Kurt asked in bewilderment. " We can't let him go back there."

"We can't really stop him either," Carole told him, her voice heavy with tiredness. "I can't force him to stay here, and if we get the cops involved... " She trailed off and looked down at Blaine before adding, "The choice is his to make. I think it's going to take some time for him to adjust to being able to stay here. It's not going to happen overnight."

Kurt pursed his lips, but didn't respond. He knew Carole was right. It had taken him weeks just to see anything worthwhile in Blaine, and if Blaine hadn't been so exhausted he wouldn't be in Kurt's arms right now.

"I just want him to be safe. I don't want him hurt anymore. Maybe he'll want to stay if we're sharing a room," Kurt said thoughtfully.

Carole face was suddenly stern. "For tonight, yes, because he's so upset. Your dad won't let this happen on a regular basis, or at all probably. Even if you two are... " She waved her hand at them and Kurt took that to mean 'being intimate and having sex'. But his father didn't know all of those details. He'd been careful to leave that information out of his story. "You're both still teenagers, Kurt, and if he's going to end up taking Blaine in, then I imagine he'll turn his office into a bedroom or something. There will be house rules he'll set up for the situation."

He should have realized that tonight's sleeping arrangements were too good to be true. Blaine wouldn't like being separated from him while still being in the same house. Hell, he'd probably try to sneak down to Kurt's room every night. The thought sent a thrill down Kurt's spine and made him blush, but this really wasn't the time to get turned on by possibilities.

"I'll leave this food here in case he wakes up, okay?" Carole said, grabbing his empty plate and putting his desk chair back. She helped him tug the comforter out from under them, removed Blaine's sneakers, and tucked them in tight. "Goodnight, boys. Sweet dreams."

She bent down and kissed him on the cheek and then pressed a soft kiss to Blaine's forehead before heading back upstairs and turning off the lights. Blaine shifted against him, sighing softly as his hand let go of Kurt's side and found Kurt's hand where it had been resting on his chest. Surprised, Kurt watched their fingers lace together, and let Blaine tug his hand close.

He smiled softly as Blaine settled back down into his arms and pressed his cheek into Blaine's curls. "I love you, Blaine," he whispered in the darkness. He didn't know what Blaine would do tomorrow, but he hoped it wouldn't be long before Blaine was always here and safe in his arms.


Finn was yelling at the television, but for the first time in years Burt honesty didn't care about the Buckeyes game. His ears were trained on the cracked doorway to his son's room, listening for the sounds of Carole's returning footsteps.

He still wasn't sure if sending Blaine down there had been the best idea, but he knew how much the boy meant to his son. Carole had at least called and warned him about their unexpected guest, but he'd been nowhere near prepared for the completely broken boy that Carole had all but shoved through the doorway. The last and only time he'd seen Blaine the boy had been cocky and arrogant, calling Kurt names that still made Burt's blood boil when he remembered the encounter. But somehow it had all paled in comparison when Blaine had suddenly stood before him, shivering with a hopeless, dead look in his eyes until he'd heard Kurt's voice echo up the stairs.

Everything Kurt had said at the hospital had made sense to him in that moment. The way Blaine's face had brightened like a supernova, and his eyes had become transfixed by the doorway. Blaine was not the same boy he'd met a few weeks ago, but he was still nervous at the thought of him alone with Kurt, or even being in his house. Because regardless of whether or not Blaine was the same boy he'd originally met, Burt still didn't know anything about him beyond what Kurt and Carole had told him.

A loud cheer from Finn's end of the couch made him glance at the screen. Another touchdown for the Buckeyes, pulling them ahead by five with twenty- six seconds to go. This game was in the bag. He glanced down at the half- empty bowl in his lap, and then to the handful of fries Finn hadn't finished off yet. Carole had made him a separate meal, something healthy and salt free that tasted like plywood. Maybe he could sneak those last few fries. It's not like Finn would notice with the game still going...

"Burt Hummel, don't you dare!"

He retracted his hand quickly, trying to look moderately guilty as Carole stormed across the room and snatched up the to- go container. She glared first at Burt and then at Finn, who continued to stare at the screen. A sharp swat to Finn's head made him shout in protest and finally look up at her.

"I told you to keep an eye on him, Finn," Carole scolded, swatting at Burt this time. Burt let her hand smack lightly against his chest and offered no response as she carried the fries away. His stomach rumbled, and he couldn't stop the pout that took over his features. How was he supposed to survive on vegetables? He wasn't a rabbit or a goat or something. Carole returned and closed Kurt's door all the way before settling down on the couch between them.

" It won't hurt to have just a few fries," Burt grumbled miserably. He could feel Carole's glare before he even looked over at her.

"You know what the doctor said. No junk, lower your cholesterol, and– "

"All right, all right." He sighed heavily and draped his arm over her shoulders. Carole nestled into his side and it was then that he realized something. Or maybe he was just completely focused on food right now.

"What happened to all that food you took downstairs?"

Carole tilted her head up to glance at him, looking slightly suspicious at his question. Apparently she thought he was that desperate for some real food, but she answered regardless. "Blaine was asleep so I left it in case he wakes up. I swear he eats more than Finn."

Burt nodded silently. He remembered well what it was like to be sixteen. All he'd done was shovel food into his mouth every chance he'd got, and even then he'd still been hungry. From what Carole and Kurt had told him he knew Blaine had been living off crappy school food and whatever little bit he could afford for months. It wasn't that surprising that he could put away more than Finn.

"Was Kurt still awake?" Burt asked softly, looking up at the screen as the final whistle sounded.

He felt Carole nod against his chest. "He ate a bit, but he's going to sleep now. They've both had a long day."

"Long weekend," Burt corrected gruffly.

"That, too," Carole agreed. She paused, and Burt felt her stiffen slightly against him. He didn't know why until –

"He said Blaine cried himself to sleep." Carole's voice was sad and shaky. "That poor boy's had such a rough life. What would have happened to him without Kurt– "

"Hey, no," Burt chided gently, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. "None of that. He does have Kurt. He's got us, too, now. I mean, I don't like them being alone down there... together and all, but," he shifted a bit so that he could look Carole in the eyes. "I have never seen Kurt happier than when he talked about Blaine. Even when he cried his way through that story... the way his eyes just lit up when he said Blaine's name... I'm not letting that kid get away from him without a fight, okay?"

Carole sniffled and gave him a watery smile. "I just worry about him a lot, that's all. He's been on his own for so long. Even when he did have an adult around, I think he had to take care of himself."

Burt's heart thumped painfully in his chest as Carole dabbed at her eyes and dropped her head back onto his shoulder.

"He'll be all right," Burt reassured her. He felt slightly guilty for saying it because he wasn't sure. There was no way he could guarantee that Blaine was going to accept their help temporarily or even permanently. And if him and Blaine didn't get along well then the kid definitely wouldn't stay, even with Kurt there. At least he didn't think Blaine would. Blaine was more than welcome to the safety of his home, even if Burt ended up not liking the boy, because living here or just eating here was better than where he was now and Burt wasn't going to take that away from him. Or Kurt, unless Blaine gave him a damn good reason to keep them apart and not let him stay. It was so hard for Burt to judge Blaine's reactions when he didn't know anything about him from personal experiences with the boy.

Finn toed his sneakers off next to them, and flipped through the channels. "What do you guys want to watch now?"

Burt remained silence as Carole started talking about some new sitcom that was on in ten minutes. He sat back and let them enjoy the show. There were too many thoughts and possibilities chasing each other around in his head for him to focus on what seemed to be a hilarious television show.

"Hey," Carole whispered, and he knew before she even continued that she had read his mind. "We'll worried about it tomorrow. One day at a time, okay?"

He smiled softly in reply and turned to watch the television. He let them argue over which show to watch next for two hours, occasionally joining in, but he could tell that Carole knew he was still thinking about Kurt and Blaine. By the time the ten o'clock news started up, Finn was yawning widely and asking them where he was sleeping since Blaine and Kurt were already asleep.

Burt jumped on the question before Carole could supply an alternative. As much as he trusted Kurt, he didn't trust Blaine, or more specifically two teenage boys, alone together all night. "Just sleep on Kurt's couch like always."

"But isn't Blaine on the– " Finn's words stopped as he realized the truth. "I'll just sleep up here instead," he said quickly, getting up and grabbing his bag, his face turning red. "I don't want to i - interrupt or, um... "

"Oh, no, there won't be anything to interrupt," Burt said forcefully, struggling to rise to his feet as he pointed Finn towards Kurt's door. "Downstairs." At Finn's terrified look he added, "They're both exhausted, and will probably sleep until noon if we let them."

"Um, if you're sure... "Finn trailed away still eyeing the door nervously.

"I'll help you get situated," Carole told him gently, opening the door and tugging Finn behind her. She turned on the landing and raised her eyebrows at Burt in exasperation, clearly cottoning onto his intentions. Burt followed them towards the stairs and Carole stopped him, pressing her hands flat against his chest.

"Burt, you shouldn't be moving this much. You know that."

"I'm going downstairs to see my son," Burt told her flatly.

She bit her lower lip and Finn turned to watch the exchange. Eventually, she nodded, but still looked as though this was against her better judgement. "Finn, help him down the stairs. I'll go down and turn the lamp on."

Carole shimmied past Finn on the top step and disappeared down into the darkness. Finn gave him an awkward smile and slung a heavy arm around his shoulders. The lamp next to the staircase flickered on below them as Burt steadied himself on the railing and slowly made his way down the stairs. He could see Carole shuffling back and forth between the couch and Kurt's closet with pillows and blankets as she made up a bed for Finn.

He was sweating heavily by the time they reached the carpeted floor of Kurt's bedroom. Finn held his shoulders tightly, looking concerned as he made sure he was steady on his feet.

"I'm fine, bud," Burt grunted, wiping his sleeve over his forehead and dropping down into Kurt's lounge chair. His muscles ached terribly from the few minutes of climbing down, but he still felt good. Tired, but good. Carole arranged the last blanket on the couch and turned to Burt.

"Are you okay, honey?" she pressed a hand against his forehead, and Burt closed his eyes at the sensation of her cool skin.

"Yeah, yeah. Just not used to moving a lot. It's fine," he said quietly, turning his gaze to his son's bed.

It was still dark and shadowy in the corner where Kurt's bed was, but he could just make out the outline of his son's profile and a mass of curls against Kurt's neck. Finn stepped past him, looking as concerned for Burt as Carole still was, and stumbled right into the coffee table. The table scraped across the wooden panels and the empty cup and popcorn bowl that had been sitting there clattered to the floor. Burt barely even registered them falling because of Blaine's reaction to the noise.

The boy had shot up out of Kurt's arms, a hand plunging into his pocket and pulling out something metallic that glinted faintly in the dim light. The knife was raised and steady, ready to strike whoever Blaine thought was invading his room. Because Burt knew that's exactly what the boy thought was happening. The wild, terrified way his eyes, half- closed and crusted with sleep, darted around the room, the way his entire upper body was tense and practically humming with sudden energy. It all spoke of how he was used to living in constant fear. Burt rose from his chair, intent on doing something to assure Blaine that he was safe, but Kurt sat up quickly and grabbed Blaine's wrist.

"Shh, it's okay, baby." Burt heard Kurt whisper soothingly. Kurt's other hand reached up and tilted Blaine's face down, pressing their lips together in a soft, warm kiss. Burt froze where he was now standing, completely mesmerizing by the sight of his son kissing someone. It was gentle and slow and reassuring in a way that Burt knew his own words never would have been.

Kurt touched his forehead to Blaine's and started to ease the knife from Blaine's grasp.

"K- Kurt?" Blaine mumbled sleepily, his shoulders relaxing slightly as Kurt pressed another kiss to his lips.

"Of course it's me," Kurt murmured, tugging the knife from Blaine's grip and wrapping one arm tightly around Blaine's chest so that he could hold him close. The other arm, stilling holding the knife, dangled uselessly at his side. Burt took a few slow steps forward, his heart trembling in his chest at the scene he was watching. He'd been told they were close now – closer than he'd ever wanted Kurt to get to Blaine– but he'd never imagined this. The loving touches and soft acceptance that was rolling off Kurt in waves. The way Blaine melted into his son's embrace and dipped his face into the curve of Kurt's shoulder with a contented sigh. For a moment he swore his Elizabeth was the one sitting there rocking Blaine, and not his Kurt. His boy was so much like his dead wife sometimes it made him was to cry. Kurt tangled one of his hands into Blaine's curls and stroked them slowly, murmuring soft, sweet words against Blaine's cheek that Burt couldn't understand.

God, when had his son grown up? When had the little boy who had demanded a tea party every Wednesday afternoon become such an incredible, caring, mature man?

Carole stepped towards the end of the bed, and took the knife from Kurt's hand. Burt watched her drop it onto the night- stand as Kurt shifted Blaine in his arms and pushed the leather jacket off the boy's shoulders. For whatever reason, Burt had thought that Blaine was bigger than Kurt. Maybe it had been the abrasive personality, and the fact that he was loud, that had made him seem so much larger than he actually was. Burt couldn't help but feel surprised as he took in just how tiny and thin the boy actually was. Kurt helped Blaine out of the jacket and passed it to Carole.

"You wanna take your shirt off, too?" Kurt asked him and Blaine hummed and nodded a bit. Together they tugged the long sleeve shirt over Blaine's head. It hit the floor right in front of Burt's slippers, and Carole quickly scooped it up and draped them over Kurt's desk as the boys settled back down into the bed.

Blaine sighed softly and curled himself around Kurt's torso. Burt felt like he wasn't even there as Kurt wrapped Blaine up in their blankets and continued to murmur in his ear, focusing on Blaine's needs this very moment more than any sense of what could have been uncomfortable self- awareness. Even worse, he felt like he was intruding on something private, something intimate that they were sharing that nobody else– not Carole, or Finn, or himself– could understand.

Finn had straightened out the mess he'd made while they'd been focused on Blaine and Kurt.

"I'm gonna change," he told them, staring at Kurt and Blaine snuggled up on the bed. He leaned down and kissed Carole on the cheek. "Goodnight, Mom." He turned to Burt next. "Night, Burt."

"Night, bud," Burt replied, still watching his son drift off to sleep. He was definitely going to have to make a huge effort to get to know Blaine, because one thing was obvious to him now that he'd seen them together. Blaine wasn't going anywhere for a very long time.


Everything was delightfully warm and soft. A strong pair of arms were holding him down and something fuzzy and soft was draped over his bare back. He kept his eyes shut and burrowed down into the other person's body. Blaine didn't know why it was so comforting and reassuring to be held by someone that he was probably imagining while he was still half asleep, but it was a wonderful break from reality and his usual nightmares. He smiled a bit against the person's neck, deciding to enjoy it while it lasted. Because it never did. It would all come crashing down in a few moments when he was fully awake.

He breathed in and his throat constricted tightly as the scent snapped him out of his sleepy daze.

Vanilla and jasmine and a hint of cinnamon that wasn't familiar, but was still welcoming.

Kurt. He was in Kurt's arms, in Kurt's bed, in Kurt's house. He wasn't in his frosty and lonely apartment with the only hope he had for the morning was that he actually woke up. He was safe and, dare he think it, loved. The boy he was in love with had him wrapped up in his warmth and strength and had given him the first peaceful night he'd experienced since he was a small child.

Blaine shifted a little and caressed the other side of Kurt's neck with his fingers as he brushed his lips over Kurt's throat. He had no doubt that he could get used to waking up like this every morning for the rest of his life.

"Good morning," Kurt mumbled from above him. Blaine opened his eyes to find Kurt staring down at him.

"Morning," Blaine rasped. He cleared his throat and dug his elbow into the bed, hoisting himself up so that he could greet Kurt with a warm kiss. Kurt hummed against his lips, and Blain felt his tongue trace over his lips. He sighed and dropped his forehead down onto Kurt's.

"I was just about to wake you up in a minute," Kurt whispered, tilting his chin up to brush their lips together again. "But this is much better."

"Definitely," Blaine mumbled, sucking Kurt's bottom lip into his mouth and making Kurt gasp. Kurt's hands tangled into his hair and pulled him down harder against his mouth. Blaine shifted himself until he was laying on top of Kurt and let Kurt's tongue thrust slowly into his mouth. He moaned softly, and rocked his hips down. God, it had only been four days. He should not be this needy and hard after only four days. Something of that might have to do with the fact that he'd just woken up and had already been well on his way to being rock hard, but still.

The hands tangled into his curls skimmed down to the back of his neck and spine. Kurt's fingers pressed firmly into his back and before Blaine realized it, Kurt had rolled them over and was hovering over him. Blaine let his legs fall open as Kurt lowered himself down on top of him. The silky fabric of Kurt's pajama top was cool against his chest as he felt Kurt's hips settle between his thighs.

"God, I've missed you," he groaned, arching up and pressing their cocks together. Kurt was half- hard against him already as they thrust roughly together for a few minutes.

Kurt leaned down and whispered, "We have to be quick. Finn's already been in the shower for ten minutes."

Blaine didn't even get a chance to reply before Kurt's mouth covered his again. He rocked his hips up, tilting slightly to the left so that his cock pinned Kurt's against his navel. Kurt whimpered and rocked with him, their open mouths sliding together as Kurt hardened against him further.

Blaine didn't even bother with unbuttoning Kurt's top. Instead, he grabbed the hem, and pulled it up over Kurt's head and tossed it somewhere behind them. Just the few seconds without contact made him whine, but Kurt was back instantly, rubbing their chests together and fumbling with the button on his jeans. He raised his hips up as Kurt ripped down his zipper, and pushed his jeans and boxer- briefs down enough for his cock to spring free.

Kurt's hand grasped him loosely, and Blaine froze, staring up at Kurt uncertainly. They'd done a lot together, gone as far as having actual sex, but he'd never really given Kurt the chance to explore him or touch him like this. The hand on his cock tightened a little and slowly stroked up his length, slipping in his pre- cum and spearing it down to the base of his cock. Blaine groaned and jerked his hips up, sliding himself through Kurt's fist.

"Fuck," he gasped loudly, as Kurt moved his hand faster, a little more sure. Blaine knew it wouldn't that difficult for Kurt to figure it out the rhythm he loved, but he knew from experience that some guidance and direction make it better. It wasn't as if Kurt had never jerked off before, though the pressure and twist of his wrist might be a little different for the two of them.

"Tighter," Blaine told him softly, reaching up and stroking Kurt's cheek. Kurt pressed his other hand into the mattress next to Blaine's side and held himself over him as he tightened his fist. He could see the excitement and nervousness in Kurt's eyes as he started pumping his cock again.

"Like that?" Kurt asked quietly, dipping his head down and capturing his lips in a hard kiss.

As Kurt's wrist twisted over his head, Blaine cried out, his breathless moans muffled by Kurt's lips. He was panting as he pulled his lips away from Kurt's mouth. "Faster, Kurt, just like that." He rolled his hips with the tempo of Kurt's fist, the little gasps and moans escaping from his mouth getting increasingly louder.

From the bathroom, he vaguely heard the shower cut off and Kurt's hand slowed to a crawl. Blaine growled in frustration and glared up at Kurt, who was staring at the bathroom door.

"Quiet," Kurt told him, locking their lips together and forcing his tongue into Blaine's mouth. The hand on his cock started moving faster again, and Blaine whimpered faintly, one hand digging into Kurt's lower back and tugging him down while the other pulled at the drawstring on Kurt's pajama pants and pushed them down his hips.

He swung his leg over Kurt's hip as Kurt let go of his cock, and forced him down until their bodies were sealed together and their cocks were throbbing against one another. Kurt broke his lips away and moaned loudly, thrusting down against Blaine's warmth.

"Hypocrite," Blaine hissed, arching up and rolling his hips faster.

"Shut up," Kurt snapped, dragging his hands over Blaine's ribs and making him jolt off the bed. Blaine bit his lip as his entire body tensed and he held himself up against Kurt for a moment, trying to force some air into his lungs.

Part of him hated the self- satisfied smirk Kurt was directing at him. But, fuck, it was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen. Why did stupid Finn have to be down here right now? If they'd had more time and some lube...

Kurt jerked his hips faster, dropping all of his weight down onto Blaine's chest and trailing his hands down Blaine's sides until they settled on his ass.

"Mmm," Kurt hummed, pressing a wet kiss against his throat. "You really do have a nice ass."

A rush of heat zapped up Blaine's spine and he arched into Kurt's body as one of Kurt's hands squeezed his ass. He couldn't stop the desperate whimper that fell out of his mouth. God, it'd been so long since he'd trusted anyone the way he trusted Kurt. But he wanted to let Kurt take control and top him. God, he wanted that with Kurt. He wanted everything with this gorgeous man.

He tugged Kurt's mouth down to his in a deep kiss, clutching desperately at the other man's back as his muscles started to seize up. The toned muscles his fingernails were digging into stiffened and Kurt arched harder down against him, panting loudly and throwing his head back. Fuck, he'd seen that look enough to recognize it by now. Kurt was teetering right on the edge of his orgasm, and Blaine was glad to shove him head first into it.

"Fuck, I wish I had you inside me right now, baby," Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear. Kurt's entire body froze for a moment and then his mouth fell open and Blaine covered it with his own lips, swallowing the howl of pleasure as Kurt came. He felt the warm streaks of cum splatter and drip down onto his stomach, and that was all it took for the rush to tighten his balls and shoot through his stomach and up his cock.

Blaine groaned into Kurt's mouth and squeezed his eyes shut, still rocking his hips slightly as his cum mixed with Kurt's on his stomach. He was still panting heavily as Kurt collapsed onto his chest. Limbs still too shaky to hold them both up he fell back into the pillows and decided to just focus on breathing.

Kurt rose and fell on his chest as he slowly came down from the high. When he opened his eyes, Kurt was staring at him hopefully, his cheeks flushed and his eyes bright.

"Do you really want that?" he asked softly, walking his fingers up Blaine's chest and neck until he reached his lips.

Blaine met his eyes as the fingers traced over his swollen, wet lips and nodded slowly. "Why's that so surprisingly? I finger fuck myself all the time." He sat up suddenly, and pulled his jeans back up his hips, staring at the tray of food on the desk next to them. He felt defensive all of a sudden, guarded as though he shouldn't have to justified wanting Kurt's cock in his ass. But maybe, he was being too quick. Maybe it was Kurt that didn't want to switch.

"It's not," Kurt said quickly, slipping his pants back up his hips. "I just... I dunno. You seemed to like topping so much, and you've never seemed interested in bottoming."

"I'm usually not," Blaine said quietly, chancing a glance up at Kurt's face. His legs were curled under him and he'd wound his arms tightly around himself looking as self- conscious as Blaine felt. But when he looked into Kurt's eyes, he knew he couldn't look away even if he'd wanted to. There was just something about him that drew Blaine right in, that tipped him forward into Kurt's warm acceptance and made him never want to leave.

"It's different with you," he told Kurt, scooting closer and pulling one of Kurt's hands away from his side. He pressed their hands together, palm to palm, and slowly shifted his fingers until they laced together. "I just... I want everything with you, Kurt. So much that it hurts just to sit here and think it's never going to happen."

God, what was he saying? He had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to do to make this work, to make them last and to make Kurt happy. But apparently he'd just done something right, because even though it had scared him to admit what he'd just said it was completely worth it. The most beautiful smile Blaine had ever seen was directed at him as Kurt slid onto his lap. It was wide and toothy and unbearably happy.

Kurt's arms wrapped around him, and he felt his breath catch and settle in his chest like a dull ache.

"It already is happening, Blaine," Kurt kissed him softly, and his eyes sparkled as Blaine looked at him. "I'm never letting you go. I'm yours forever."

Blaine breathed in sharply, and didn't even fight down the tug pulling on his lips. He smiled widely, feeling happier than he could ever remember being as he hugged Kurt to his chest. He'd been foolish to try and deny what was happening between them. Kurt hadn't stolen his beating heart from his chest and forced it to love him – he was his heart. It was only now that he'd found him that Blaine realized the most important thing was missing.


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I got the email alert for this as I was falling asleep and I shot out of my bed and ran to my computer to read it. It was absolutely beautiful.

unff. flawless Zane yet again.

;----------; so beautiful. Im gonna go sulk in the corner now.

Omg!!! I really love this story. Your writing is just great. I keep re-reading parts because they're just so well-written and with so much feeling. so sweet, and ahhh just great!!! Can't wait to see what happens next. I'm glad something really good is happening now. =)

Perfect chapter is INSANELY PERFECT.

THIS IS JUST SO PERFECT! This chapter was so, so overwhelming and gorgeous!! I loved this even more than I usually love! Thanks for the update, really amazing! I hope everything will turn out alright for them :) xxxx

I loved it! The bit when Blaine woke up with the knife and that was soooo adorable!

This chapter...oh my gosh. It was amazing and incredibly sweet. I loved it soo much :)

Awwwwww this was absolutely glorious :D and you always write amazing smut. Also, Bottom!Blaine is a SUPER guilty pleasure of mine and I'm so glad that that's going to happen :D Like, I was having an awful day and I came home and saw that you updated early and it made everything just so much less sucky. Thank you.

Dude. I can't. Just- oh my sweet cheezus. You are genius. Wonderful. Totally awesome. I just need to make sure you know that. Ahhh, this is incredible.

mknlbjrwkef rmfnwekrfn no words. you're perfect. an angel. you're a perfect angel. with a beautiful knack for writing. especially smut. loving, caring, adorable, trusting smut. okay, so maybe i had a few words. but mostly... aklsjdhflsdkjghlkhjgfsdflgkjhsdlkfjhglakdfjhgertret

Tears. Always with the tears. Happy tears, sad tears good tears. God I love this story so much it hurts.

This makes me so full of happy :D I just read for, like, 5 hours straight until I was caught up to here. Can't wait for your next update! :D

This needs to be updated now!!! Love it.

This chapter is absolutely perfect omg...Crying tears of joy.

I love this story. Really, the way Kurt comforted Blaine was soo sweet. :) I'm looking forward to another update :) You have a typing error though and I thought you wanted to know: "His boy was so much like his dead wife sometimes it made him was to cry." It's want and not was ;) Lots of love!

So I found this on FF .net but and then i found it here. I am re-reading because you are going to be off your deadline in a few hours. i am spoiled on this and i want to know what happens next.

YAY!! There's the real Blainers underneath it all!! This is just beyong amazing. I'm really quite sad to move on the the next and last cha[ter ),:

Ahhh the feelings Blainers has is so adorable!