Cooper always enjoyed a turbulent airplane flight. It was a fairly normal occurrence during his trips from California to the mid-west. Depending on the season it either meant a windy snow storm over the Rockies, or summer thunderstorms over the plains, but today he got the thrill of riding out two stretches of it. There had been the usual rough ride over the mountains, but the turbulence coming into Illinois towards Chicago had been delightfully worse.

While his fellow passengers had clutched their chairs and glanced around nervously at all the rattling, Cooper had bounced giddily in his seat as the plane was rocked by the strong currents. Everyone rushed to get off the plane when it landed in the city, where snow was already starting to fall heavily, but Cooper took his time, flirting with a few cute flight attendants and then practically skipping his way out into the terminal. He just really loved a roller coaster- like airplane flight. Nothing else woke him up better or made him more cheerful throughout the day.

Even though it was the first time he'd taken a plane to visit Blaine at school, he still managed to easily navigate the little airport. Being a big Hollywood actor meant he spent more than his fair share of time rushing in and out of airports. After pausing to turn his phone back on and stare out the nearest window at the swirling snow, Cooper headed down to the ground floor, following the signs to where he could pick up his baggage.

He had just reached the conveyer belt where the other passengers were grabbing up their luggage when a voice called out across the room.

"Hey, Jollywood! Hurry it up!"

Cooper pulled his sunglasses down his nose an inch, glancing over at Santana waving him in her direction. He cursed under his breath, because obviously his trench coat disguise hadn't worked. At least none of his crazy fans had recognized him. The nickname made him want to wince as well, because it just reminded him of the last time he'd stayed at their apartment. Needless to say he wouldn't be languidly jerking off on the couch this time around. Not when Santana made it a habit to wander around with a camera.

As the belt chugged around he kept a look out for his duffel bag, and grimaced as Santana's hand squeezed his shoulder.

"This is the most atrocious disguise you've ever come up with," Santana said by way of greeting. "I am... are you even wearing pants?"

"Who needs pants in California?" Cooper countered.

"Well, guess what, this is Chicago. I'm not chiseling your dick off your balls if you frost over," Santana said bluntly. She smacked her lips, giving him a petulant look. "You also owe me gas money."

"I'll buy you breakfast," Cooper offered, spotting his bag and scooping it up.

"You'll make us breakfast," Santana corrected, tugging him towards to closest exit. "We're not stopping with this storm starting up. There's supposed to be a blizzard warning by noon."

"Ah, so much fun to be back in the mid-west," Cooper sighed, laughing as she smacked his chest and shoved him out into the snow that was starting to pick up and blow up into their faces.

They shoulder checked each other all the way over to the car, which Cooper was surprised to see was Blaine's.

"I owe you money when you took his car?" Cooper said, raising his eyebrows as he climbed into the passenger seat.

"Yes," Santana answered, shutting her door and turning the engine on. "I spent the whole drive up here imagining how that blow job went when he brought Kurt home t– "

"He blew him while he was driving?"

"Duh, my boy Hummel knows how to make a cock happy," Santana retorted, barreling out of the parking lot.

Cooper reached up and clutched the little handle over the doorframe. He'd forgotten how much he hated being in a car that Santana was driving. As much as he loved a wild plane ride, car trips had a tendency to make him feel sick.

"Huh, I think I like him already," Cooper commented. "Even if I thought he was a woman over the phone."

Santana snorted loudly. "Trust me. With a dick like that he's anything but. He fucked Blaine over a library desk, too. They had a lot of fun that first night."

"Yup, definitely like this kid," Cooper decided.

"Well, you better," Santana snapped. Then her voice dropped, and her expression changed as she practically swerved out onto the freeway. "He's serious about this one. They both are. Even if they're too stupid to make anything official."

Cooper nodded slowly, still keeping his death grip on the roof handle as Santana swiftly merged over to the far left lane, sliding right in front of a tracker trailer that was zooming down the middle lane. He'd gathered that much from this mystery guy – Kurt, he thought Santana had said – from their phone conversation last night. Sure, he'd been slightly defensive at some of Cooper's comments, but even through a crackling phone line Cooper could tell how anxious and concerned he was for Blaine's health. It was the same reaction he'd had the first time he could remember Blaine getting really sick. At least until Blaine upchucked all over his sneakers. After that he'd refused to go near the two year old for a week, despite his adorable chubby fists grabbing for him and the sad squeals of "Coop" that had filled the house.

As they traveled south, Cooper watched the storm grow fiercer around them. He shivered a little and released his painful hold on the handle in favor of wrapping his coat more tightly around himself. It meant being tossed around a lot more, but at least he was warmer. He definitely shouldn't have shrugged off the pants this morning.

By the time they pulled off at the university's exit the wind was howling and snow was blowing in every direction. Through the mostly white window Cooper could already see close to half a foot on the ground. The drive from the freeway to the apartment was the worse of their journey, but soon enough they were safely parked in the apartment complex's parking lot and jumping out into the blizzard.

"Come on," Santana shouted over the shrill whistling of the wind.

Bag in one hand and Santana's small gloved hand in the other, Cooper did his best to follow her through the white out, up the slick steps and into the cozy little apartment. Not much had changed since the last time he'd been for a visit, although the entry way and kitchen smelled strongly of bleach.

Nose crinkled against the smell, he followed Santana through the kitchen to the short hall leading to Anna's room.

"She said you can stay in here until she gets back on Monday," Santana told him. She glanced out the small window that normally overlooked the parking lot. All Cooper could see was gusting swirls of white. "If she gets back by Monday," Santana amended. "And she said she'd castrate you if you jacked off in her bed. Her boyfriend's reserved the rights to that."

Cooper nodded, tossed his bag onto the purple bed, and wordlessly followed Santana back into the kitchen. The sharp smell pierced his nose again.

"What's with the smell?" he asked, pinching his nose closed.

"Anna made Blaine bleach the whole kitchen after he fucked Kurt over the counter," Santana explained patiently. "It was quite fun to watch."

"The bleaching or the fucking?"

Santana paused before setting down the hall to her room and Blaine's. "Both, actually," she decided. "He was still limping pretty good then."

She continued down to Blaine's bedroom door, and Cooper trailed after her, quietly mouthing "limping". As she pounded her fist on the door, Cooper shook away the images going through his head and tugged her arm down to her side.

"Don't pound on the door," Cooper scolded. "If he's still barfing and has any type of headache you're just going to make him throw up again."

Santana rolled her eyes. "Fine, whatever. I'm going to go see what edible things we have for breakfast."

"Preferably something that doesn't taste like bleach!" Cooper called after her retreating back.

He watched her disappeared into the kitchen again before trying his own more tentative knock.

"Blaine?" he called, slowly opening the door and poking his head in.

The sight that greeted him wasn't what he'd expected. From the little bit Santana had told him over the phone last night, this Kurt guy was someone she'd picked out for Blaine. Immediately that meant one thing to Cooper: super buff, crush- you- with- his- toenails body-builder. Just like all the other guys Santana tried to shove Blaine together with, but this man he was... exact. There was really no other way Cooper could put it, because he fit right into the hazy picture Cooper was always trying to imagine for Blaine's future.

Kurt –he was pretty sure that was his name. It hadn't been hard to follow Santana when she kept switching over to rapid-fire Spanish. Kirk, maybe? – was slouched down into a mountain of pillows with Blaine hugged tight to his chest. He was a little bigger than his younger brother's slight build, but this was exactly what Cooper had been hoping Blaine would find at some point. Someone who was actually his type of guy – a little taller, lean, with features Cooper wasn't sure how to define. Soft, but sharp and not like anything he'd ever seen, yet somehow the sight didn't make him feel defensive. It brought forth his usual protectiveness, but he wasn't entirely sure it was to protect solely Blaine or both of them. As long as Blaine was where he was right now he was safe.

Slowly Cooper stepped into the room and edged over to the bed, still eyeing this new man curiously. From Kurt's arms Blaine mumbled faintly and clutched the other man tighter, burying his face into the crook of Kurt's neck.

Unceremoniously Cooper plopped down onto the bed. It bounced and shook slightly and Kurt mumbled under his breath.

"This is a fantastic way to start a vomitorium," Cooper declared, poking Kurt in the cheek. "He's sick and all over you and then you'll be sick, and with the storm we're all trapped in here so we'll all be sick by Monday. Then Anna will come back and– "

"Ugh, shut up," Kurt groaned, swatting in Cooper's general direction.

Cooper caught the hand and examined it closely, flexing a few of Kurt's fingers and seeing how soft his skin was.

"Oh, no wonder Blainey likes you so much. These hands are softer than his ass," Cooper commented.

Kurt swiftly tugged his hand free and cracked open an eye.

"And those," Cooper gestured towards Kurt's eyes. "He just about jizzes himself whenever a pretty guy has big blue eyes." A faint red tint appeared on Kurt's face. "Unless it's me," Cooper added off-handedly. "We're not incestuous if you're worried. I like boobs too much and Blaine can't rock a push-up bra. Trust me, I saw him try once."

"You– he– what?" Kurt half spluttered in outrage. He made a movement to sit up, but Cooper held him down with a disapproving tisk.

"Now, now. Don't jostle my baby brother. That's how you get soaked in vomit," Cooper warned.

Instead of addressing Kurt again, Cooper bowed his head and looked over Blaine carefully. His face was a sickly pale color, and he looked exhausted, even in his sleep. Cooper pressed the back of his hand to Blaine's forehead. It was warm, but not burning like he'd assumed it was last night. Blaine twisted in his sleep and grumbled.

"How's his fever been?"

"Down from 102.7," Kurt supplied. "It's been a few hours since I've checked."

"Bet he thought you were a puppy, huh?"

Kurt stared at him for a moment. "He kept petting my hair and singing Soft Kitty, actually."

With a quick look over Kurt Cooper nodded. "Yeah, you've got more of a cat vibe going on."

"... right," Kurt said slowly, eyeing Cooper like he had lost his mind.

"He thought Mama was a pigeon once so don't get too offended," Cooper told him, shrugging.

"I really can't see either of you being related to a pigeon," Kurt deadpanned.

Cooper cooed loudly in response. Kurt snorted in disbelief, but Cooper was unable to stop watching Kurt as he took Blaine into his arms and cradled him closer. A softness took over Kurt's face as he swept Blaine's curls back and kissed his forehead. Santana came into the room a split second later, and Cooper was glad for it. The sight before him had just caused a lump to form in his throat.

"Ugh, it still smells like a dead animal in here," Santana complained.

Cooper rolled his eyes, stood up, circled the bed and picked up the vomit-filled trash can. He thrust it into her arms as she made a disgusted noise. "Here, then," he ordered. "Go clean it out for him."

"But this is– "

"Go," Cooper demanded, "or I'll dump it on your head."

Lips curled in an angry sneer, Santana held the trash can at arm's length and stalked into the adjoining bathroom. When Cooper spun back around Kurt was grinning slyly.

"A shame she agreed," Kurt commented as he struggled to sit up under Blaine's dead weight. "I would have given half of my bank account to see her reaction to that."

"Noted for next time," Cooper retorted, because as he watched Kurt shift Blaine against him, saw the care and gentleness in his movements and his eyes, he knew there would be a next time. Love had a funny way of keeping people around even for the bad times.

"Here," Cooper decided, prying Blaine off of Kurt so the other man could sit up.

Blaine groaned and his head lolled onto Cooper's shoulder before he woke up properly. "Coop?" he murmured in confusion.

"Hey, baby brother, why don't you give your man a break for a bit, yeah?" Cooper suggested, lifting Blaine into his lap with ease. He looked over at Kurt. "Go get some coffee and breakfast, all right? I'll take over for a little while."

"Are you sure? I really don't mind," Kurt started, but Cooper was already shaking his head and pointing to the door.

"Go, I'll send Santana out to help when she's done rinsing the trash can out. I'll give Blainers a bath, too," Cooper added as Blaine raised his arms and curled them around Cooper's neck. "Ugh, he stinks."

"He's sick," Kurt reminded him waspishly.

"Yeah, yeah, excuses, excuses." He nodded towards the door as Kurt struggled out of the blankets. "Pancakes if they've got the stuff. And some soup for this guy if we can get him to eat some."

"At least let me help you get him to the bathroom," Kurt insisted anxiously, but Cooper waved him off.

"I've got him," Cooper assured him. After a few moments of adjusting him little brother, Cooper had him cradled in his arms. He stood up, one arm hooked under Blaine's knees and the other supporting his back. Blaine groaned and clutched Cooper's neck tighter, as Cooper started for the bathroom door. He was a little surprised by how much heavier Blaine seemed to be, but then the last time he'd carried Blaine around like this had been about six years ago.

Despite his back's protest, Cooper turned in the bathroom doorway and gave Kurt a stern look.

"Normally I'd be pointing right now, but I'd rather not drop him for once," Cooper called across the room. "Go dig up some coffee and breakfast."

With a slow nod and one final look at Blaine nestled in his brother's arms, Kurt left the room.

"Come on, B," Cooper said softly. "Let's clean you up some, okay?"

Santana glared at him as he stepped into the bathroom with Blaine. Her eyes did soften some at the sight, but as she dumped the water out of the trash can her glare returned.

"This is disgusting," Santana let him know.

"Yup, that's why I made you do it," Cooper admitted. "Just wait until you have a kid of your own."

"Absolutely not," Santana spat, rinsing the trash can out once more and shutting the faucet off.

"Will you at least volunteer your womb for wittle Blainers and Kurtie?" Cooper pouted.

Blaine groaned loudly from his arms and Santana scuttled around them towards the door.

"Oh, no. Not happening. You're not barfing on me, ass boy," Santana hollered, darting out the door.

"Leave that bin in the bedroom!" Cooper shouted after her.

Carefully, he sat Blaine on the toilet and turned the faucet on again, pulling the drain closed as he patted Blaine's cheek.

"Come on, bud, time to wake up," Cooper encouraged. "It's bath time. Remember when me and Mama used to give you bubble baths?"

"Hmm," Blaine hummed sleepily, his eyelids already drooping closed. "Don't want San babies."

Cooper laughed, crouching down to pull Blaine's socks off. "I dunno if Anna is gonna volunteer for ya. Especially if she gets married and has her own."

" 'dopt," Blaine muttered as Cooper helped him strip his pajama bottoms off. "Dun get any funny ideas," he added.

"I already told Kurt we're not incestuous!" Cooper cried in outrage. "Jeez, I smack your ass one time when I'm drunk and– "

"Shuddup," Blaine grumbled, swinging his legs over the side of the tub while he was still sitting on the toilet.

After a few minutes of struggling Cooper had Blaine settled into the tub as the warm water rose up around him. For a little bit he just let Blaine soak and relax, trading a few short remarks and whispers to keep him awake. He dug a big cup out from under the sink and pulled the bottle of shampoo from the shower rack.

"Orange scent?" Cooper questioned as he squirted some into his palm and took a whiff. "You really do like to advertise your fruitiness, don't you?"

Blaine mumbled unintelligibly under his breath as Cooper started massaging the shampoo into his scalp. He helped him scrub himself down next and then drained the tub. Kurt bustled in just as he was helping Blaine up and wrapping a towel around him.

"Hey," Kurt greeted, rushing right past Cooper and helping Blaine step out of the tub. "Think you can eat a little soup?"

"Maybe," Blaine said, leaning against Kurt's solid body and letting the other man dry him off. "Is it alphabet?"

"Of course," Kurt replied, slinging the towel around Blaine's waist and leading him back to the bedroom. "Cooper said it was your favorite. Santana should be in soon."

A big, old hoodie and sweatpants were set out on the bed. Cooper assumed Kurt had done that. He picked them up and together they helped Blaine into them just in time for Santana to come in carrying a tray with soup and ginger ale.

Cooper dragged the trash can over from where Santana had dropped it and watched Kurt settled Blaine back against his chest. Blaine sighed and accepted the tray off food over his thighs as Kurt wrapped one arm around him and grabbed the spoon.

"Here," Kurt encouraged, spooning up some soup and bringing it to Blaine's lips.

"Oh, this is ore disgusting than the vomit," Santana complained loudly. "I'm going to go drown myself in pancakes."

"Pancakes?" Cooper perked up at once. "I'm starving."

"Go grab some then," Kurt said with a nod towards the door. "I've got a handle on him."

"You make me sound like a basket case," Blaine grumbled around a spoonful of soup.

"Well, you are quite the handful when you're spewing toxic waste," Santana reminded him bluntly. "That's how I explained it to Gable at any rate."

The spoon splattered into the bowl, splashing soup everywhere. "Oh, no! The concert's tonight and I've got to perform. Quick, I need Tylenol and– "

"It's cancelled, you buffoon," Santana snapped irritably. "Between all the snow we've already got and the foot that's fallen since this morning nobody's going anywhere for a few days." She sniffed, and tilted her chin up. "And a thank you for calling him to let him know you were on your deathbed would be nice."

Blaine breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks, that's... fantastic timing, really."

"It is February," Kurt reminded them. "It's usually the worse month for snowstorms. There's always at least one huge one that blazes through."

"Hopefully we'll get out of some classes," Santana shrugged and stood up. "Come on, those pancakes aren't going to eat themselves," she added to Cooper. "Besides, I'm sure Kurt has something of his own in mind to compete with the blowing snow outside."

Cooper cackled right along with her as Kurt and Blaine both flushed at her words. They left them alone and headed to the kitchen where a big stack of pancakes was waiting for them. As Cooper sorted a pile onto another plate for himself he caught Santana's eyes.

"They're both completely clueless, aren't they?"

"No, shit. They're too busy sticking their dicks down each other's throats to realize they can use their mouths to admit anything."

"Guess we'll just have to get involved in this fuck buddies love affair," Cooper decided, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"I'll call Anna and Berry."

Cooper nodded and poured half the bottle of syrup onto his pancakes. His brother and Kurt might not realize how they felt, or were too frightened to fess up, but Cooper knew the look he'd seen between them. He realized what those gentle caresses and tender little moments meant. A sweet, beautiful man like Kurt was the one thing he'd always hoped Blaine could find, because if any of the Andersons deserved a chance with love it was Blaine. So far he was the only one that hadn't managed to fuck up his chances.

Snow continued to fall well into Sunday afternoon. At one point Blaine had insisted on moving to the living room so he could join them as they watched the blizzard outside. According to the weatherman parading around out in it in the next town over, they would hit two feet by dusk with at least another foot expected before it all tapered off on Sunday.

After they took Blaine's temperature again, now a little over 101, and gave him more medicine, Kurt spent the evening with his curly head in his lap while he made a lot of phone calls. Since he was snowed in there, his hall was essentially on their own until he checked in. First he called Rachel to clue her in and to ask her to keep an eye on them and make sure everyone was accounted for. Then he called the Hall Director to let her know what was going on, and then he spent several hours calling all of the kids to let them know to go to Rachel if they had any issues or emergencies. Between his calls and her going door to door along the hall he figured out who was there and that everyone had who wasn't in their room had at least checked in with a roommate or suitemate.

Relieved by the end of the thirty plus calls, Kurt let Cooper hoist Blaine up and carrying him back to bed that night. Sunday passed in much the same way. Another movie marathon, a lower temperature for Blaine that dropped below the 100 mark a little after noon, and still more snow falling until the sun began to set around four.

Monday was much more subdued. Cooper and Santana spent most of the afternoon helping the other tenants shovel out the parking lot and their cars. Kurt kept Blaine company in bed and was delighted to find his temperature hadn't returned during the night. For the most part Blaine seemed to be on the mend and even fought Kurt off around dinner time when he didn't want to sit still anymore. He spent most of the evening at his keyboard, working on his pieces for the concert that had yet to be rescheduled.

The brief practice session tired Blaine out quickly, though. After a grilled cheese sandwich and some more soup, Blaine nearly passed out at the kitchen table. Kurt and Cooper helped steady him until he was able to safely collapse onto his bed. With Kurt curled up behind him, the other man fell asleep almost instantly, and Kurt found himself yawning not long after. He was certainly glad that Blaine was doing so much better, but even he was getting sick of being cooped up. Perhaps tomorrow he'd make the long trek over to campus to check- in with his hall, but for now he shut his eyes and held Blaine tighter.

Kurt ended up taking a slightly long nap instead of sleeping through the night. It was hard to tell if the sun was up yet because the snow covering the window ledge made any light filtering through it bright, but he thought it was still early. Blaine's warm body shifted on top of him, and a sharp elbow dug into his side unexpectantly. At some point last night he'd rolled onto his back and Blaine had clearly attempted to climb on top of him with limited success.

"Oof," Kurt grunted, jerking up onto his elbows and trying to move Blaine enough so that it didn't happen again, but so that he didn't wake him up.

Blaine grumbled as Kurt tugged at him, and Kurt smiled slightly as the insane tangle of curls rose up and Blaine stared up at him through sleep-crusted eyes.

"Kurt?" he murmured, yawning deeply as he stretched the arm that had just dug into Kurt's side.

"Hey, it's still kind of early," Kurt whispered, tugging at a stray curl plastered to Blaine's forehead. "Go back to sleep."

"S'okay," Blaine replied, sliding up Kurt's chest a bit. "Means time for kisses."

"Blaine," Kurt warned as the other man's hand captured the curve of his jaw, "You are still sick and– "

A dry, firm kiss cut him off, and even though he pulled away enough to open his mouth to scold Blaine more it didn't do him any good. Blaine's lips eagerly chased his, sucking Kurt's bottom one between his teeth so that he could gently nibble on it. A weak moan reverberated into Blaine's mouth at the tug, and Kurt arched up towards the other man despite his reservations. For almost a week now they hadn't done more than cuddle or kiss. The thought hadn't even occurred to Kurt until now, but his body certainly seemed to remember the fact.

"Blaine," Kurt practically whined as Blaine's teeth scraped a wet line down his cheek to his neck. "You're sick."

"I'm fine," Blaine breathed, shifting his lower body until he was straddling Kurt's thigh. Through his thin pajama pants Kurt felt the hard swell of Blaine's cock and groaned louder. "See? Perfectly fine and ready to get you naked."

Blaine's hips pushed down against his thigh as his mouth was covered once more with Blaine's. A strong tongue parted his lips and slid against his as his fists tugged at Blaine's sweatshirt.

"Naked is definitely a good idea," he murmured, feeling slightly dizzy from the suddenness of his arousal. Already his own cock was growing stiff in his pajama pants and Blaine's panting definitely wasn't helping. "If I get sick I swear to– "

"I'll take care of you," Blaine said immediately, pulling back and taking his hoodie off. "It's only fair, right? If chicken noodle is your favorite then I can even make you it homemade."

Instead of responding Kurt rolled them over, running his hands over Blaine's bare skin and lowering his mouth to his neck. Blaine sighed happily and relaxed back into the mattress it was only when Kurt had pulled his own shirt off and was slipping Blaine's pants down his hips that he realized how much control he was being given.

"Really?" he laughed. "You seduce me into sex and now you're just gonna lie here?"

Blaine pouted up at him, one hand slipping down Kurt's pajama pants and grasping his erection. "I'm still weak from being sick," Blaine sulked, starting to stroke him slowly. "Don't you still want to take care of me and make me feel better?"

Kurt groaned, his hips slamming forward into Blaine's fist. "Shut up or I'm not going to ride you."

"Change of pace from the usual?" Blaine murmured, releasing Kurt's cock. Quickly Kurt kicked him pajama bottoms off and settled over Blaine's hips until he was straddling him. "You've never ridden me before," Blaine remarked.

Kurt hummed softly, leaning over and opening the night-stand drawer. He dug out a condom and a bottle of lube as Blaine started to stroke both of their cocks. A deep groan fell from his lips as Blaine's fingers curled tighter around him.

"Missed this," he sighed, popping open the lube bottle as Blaine let their cocks go and instead pressed them together roughly.

He started to work himself open as Blaine pulled his face down and started to thrust up against him. Blaine's tongue was everywhere, so much as that Kurt could barely keep his fingers moving inside himself. It was tracing his lips and flicking out against his jaw or to lightly brush his own. He ground his hips down, trying to match Blaine's sporadic rhythm as he thrust another finger inside himself.

"Here," Kurt panted, dropping the condom on Blaine's chest. "Put it on."

Blaine quickly did as instructed, then fumbled for the lube bottle that Kurt had dropped into the blankets. He slicked himself up teasingly, even widening the grasp of his fist to clutch Kurt's cock against his before Kurt was raising himself up on his knees and letting Blaine hold himself steady as he aligned the blunt tip of Blaine's cock with his slick hole.

As he slid down onto Blaine he whined a little, both from the still cold lube and the stretch he hadn't felt in several weeks. While they had sex a lot at first, Blaine had ended up bottoming most of the time. Kurt certainly hadn't minded since it was a nice break from what he was used to – it was a different pace for both of them actually – but it meant he wasn't as accustom to the feeling anymore.

Blaine moaned low in his throat from beneath him, his hips arching up and pushing Kurt back onto his knees. He felt a sharp little sensation in his lower back as Blaine slid in completely, and he leaned down and captures Blaine's lips in a soft kiss, waiting until his body was relaxed and Blaine was no longer panting erratically.

Kurt groaned loudly as he raised his hips. "So this was definitely a good idea," he gasped as Blaine's hands brushed over his ass and then clamped down. Blaine's tight grip helped him start to fall and rise in Blaine's lap.

"Worth getting sick over then?" Blaine murmured, bending his legs to cradle Kurt's ass and grasping Kurt's swaying cock with one of his hands.

"Absolutely not– oh, my god!"

Kurt swayed forward as Blaine curled his torso in, and angled Kurt's cock towards his mouth, managing to bend himself enough to suck hard on the head.

"Jesus, fuck," Kurt moaned loudly, changing the angle of his hips so that he was both riding Blaine hard and sliding his own cock into Blaine's wet, warm mouth.

A deep groan ran along the length of Kurt's cock and he slowed his pace, because Blaine's upper body was trembling from keeping himself curled in.

"Hey, here," Kurt said, sliding up Blaine's cock and reaching for the pillows. He took the pile and slide it under Blaine's head and upper back. "Better?"

"Mmm, yeah. Ride me hard, okay?"

" Okay," Kurt agreed, sliding back down Blaine's throbbing cock and leaning in for a quick, sweet kiss. "I can't believe you're blowing me while you're fucking me."

Blaine laughed, tracing his hands up Kurt's sides and curling his upper body again until he had the tip of Kurt's cock in his mouth. He urged Kurt forward with his hands, and Kurt shut his eyes and let himself just feel. He let himself fall into the easy rhythm Blaine's hands were guiding him through. Beneath him Blaine groaned, and Kurt shuddered as the sensation coursed along his cock. Fuck, he was definitely going to have to try that when their positions were reversed some other night.

As Kurt slammed his hips down, Blaine's mouth popped off of him as the other man arched up and groaned. Blaine's hips thrust up into him wetly, and Kurt's toes curled as he quickened his pace. As he gyrated his hips faster Blaine attempted to curl himself back in to suck him again, but he couldn't manage it. Instead he grasp Kurt's cock and stroked him roughly, sitting up enough to gain the leverage to move with Kurt.

A sudden spark shot up Kurt's spine at the shift. Panting he jerked his hips faster, clenching his muscles tightly as Blaine cried out beneath him.

"Just like that," Blaine panted, his own hips snapping up to match Kurt's. "Fuck, I'm gonna come."

Blaine made one last attempt to contort his upper body, and just as his hot breaths brushed over Kurt's cock, Kurt's orgasm snuck up on him, exploding down his spine and making him shout. He could feel Blaine pulsing inside of him, and the way the other man's hips were twitching told him Blaine had come as well. They slumped down onto the pile of pillows, breathing heavily. As Kurt glanced up at Blaine's face he grimaced. It was covered in streaks of his come.

"Sorry," Kurt apologized, wiping a spot off right under Blaine's left eye.

Blaine shrugged half-heartedly. "Feels good. Better than being covered in vomit anyway."

"Right, because that's s– "

"Sweet fucking hell, Santana wasn't lying. You two are ridiculously hot," Cooper's muffled voice called through the door.

Blaine's head shot up. "Cooper!" he bellowed angrily. "Go aw– "

"I told you they were kinky as fuck," Santana's voice cut in. "Do you really think I would lie about that?"

As Cooper and Santana continued to carry on their conversation, Blaine groaned in dismay and flopped back into the pillows. Kurt laughed a little and grabbed a tissue from the night-stand. He carefully wiped Blaine's face off, and then eased himself off Blaine's cock.

"It could be worse," he offered as he removed the used condom and tied it off. "They could have picked the lock and tried to join us."

"That's a fantastic idea!" Cooper's delighted voice chimed in.

"Don't you dare!" Blaine snapped, head shooting up again as he angrily pointed towards the door.

"Oh, did you point when you said that?" Cooper demanded. "I bet you did. Did he, Kurt? Huh?"

"Fuck off!" Blaine shouted back.

Kurt shushed him as he opened his mouth to said something worse. "Shh, just relax, sweetheart. Let's take another little nap, okay?"

"I– fine," Blaine relented, pouting slightly.

Kurt snuggled down on top of him and stroked Blaine's cheek gently. Cooper and Santana's voices faded away a few minutes later and Blaine started to relax. For a moment the urge to confess the truth of his feelings to Blaine became overwhelming, but right now it wouldn't do him any good. With Blaine asleep there was no point in telling the other man that he was in love with him, that he had been in love with him for the longest time.

Maybe he'd find the nerve tomorrow when they woke up, or maybe he'd just let Blaine be the first to lead them to that step. Sighing softly he closed his eyes. Kurt still didn't know how, or if, or when he would manage to say all the things he wanted to say to Blaine, but he knew at the very least that it was something he had to do at some point.