Kurt and Tom ended up in fifth place. Contrary to what Blaine had thought though, the team was ecstatic at their placement. They went out right after Kurt and Tom finished with their various little poolside interviews and changed into street clothes back at their room.

While Blaine, Santana, Brittany, and the diving team waited outside the building they ran into Puck and Sebastian, who ended up tagging along for their evening of celebration. They ended up going to a little pub since none of them could agree on a club. Santana and Brittany had wanted to hit the lesbian club, Kurt, Blaine, and Sebastian had argued for the gay club, and the rest had wanted to head over to a dance club that was mostly frequented by straight individuals.

After several furious minutes of debating, Tom had offered a night at the closest little pub, and they'd all agreed for the most part. Of course, that agreement didn't last after everyone had a few drinks sloshing around in their bellies. About an hour in Santana, Brittany, and Quinn disappeared, and Blaine had the sneaking suspicious they'd baled for the lesbian bar. Sebastian and a diver, Blaine thought he was Kurt's Australian competition, vanished not long after. Blaine had no doubts that they were headed back to one of their rooms instead of another bar.

The rest of their group slowly trickled off for their rooms or other venues, and finally, a little buzzed, Blaine and Kurt left Puck, Tom, and a few others and returned to Blaine's room.

It was the first time they hadn't stumbled down the hall pressed together, already hard and wanting, but Blaine hoped that didn't mean it wouldn't happen tonight. He wanted to celebrate with Kurt still, even if he hadn't medaled. He'd still been incredible throughout the competition, and he hoped Kurt wasn't too tired for intimacy.

Blaine let them into his room, flicking the lamp by his bed on as Kurt gently closed the door. A pair of arms suddenly closed around his waist, and Kurt's hands bunched up the front of his sweater as they slid underneath and rubbed over his abdomen.

"Hope one of those condoms has my name on it," Kurt murmured against his ear, his lips parting as they pressed against the shell and then began to trail lower as his hands unbuttoned Blaine's jeans.

"Knowing Puck he probably went through the entire thing and put names on them so we wouldn't use his," Blaine gasped, as Kurt's lips closed over his skin and began to suck firmly.

He stayed there for a few seconds, hands resting over Kurt's forearms as his jeans were unzipped and pushed down his hips a few inches. It was so easy to relax with Kurt, to sink back against his broad, strong chest and let himself go, but right now he wanted to let Kurt do the relaxing and enjoying while he pleased him.

Quickly he pulled himself from Kurt's arms, kicked his shoes off and then yanked Kurt forward but his belt buckle. Kurt's hands immediately came up around his neck but Blaine shrugged them off and leaned up for a hot, wet kiss.

"Lay down," he told Kurt, backing him up against the side of the bed until Kurt dropped down and then shuffled up the comforter until his head was against the pillows.

"Join me," Kurt requested, reaching out for him, but Blaine shook his head and started to undress.

He could feel Kurt's eyes watching him, following the drag of his sweater and the lines of his muscles as they shifted under his skin. After shimmying out of his jeans and boxers, Blaine took Kurt's offered hand and crawled on top of him, his thighs closing around Kurt's hips.

"Fuck, you look so sexy when you strip for me," Kurt rasped, his hand fisting into Blaine's hair and tugging him down for a hard kiss.

"Mmm, maybe I'll plan a lap dance for you sometime," Blaine replied, slamming his mouth back against Kurt's and forcing the other man back against the pillows. "I'm going to ride you so hard," he told him, pulling back to unbuckle Kurt's belt before he dove back in for another searing, rough kiss.

A soft whine brushed over Blaine's lips, breathing into his mouth as he pulled back again, his chest heaving slightly as his cock started to harden. He startled Kurt's hips once he'd taken the belt off, and started to unbutton his shirt from the collar. As he plucked each button open Blaine traced his lips and tongue over the heated, newly exposed flesh, lapping and sucking until Kurt's chest was rising and falling like he'd just swam ten miles.

Kurt's ragged breathing echoed around the room as Blaine finally unbuttoned the last one and sucked softly at the skin above the waistband of his jeans. Together they untangled Kurt's arms from the shirt, tossed it towards Puck's bed and then Blaine's hands started fumbling with Kurt's pants, the heels of his hands pressing against the hard, warm bulge of Kurt's cock.

"Blaine, hurry up," Kurt panted, his hips arching up off the bed as Blaine yanked his zipper down, unstraddled Kurt's hips and started to pull Kurt's last two articles of clothing off.

"Shh, be patient," Blaine mumbled, watching Kurt's cock spring out and fall heavily onto his lower stomach as Blaine continued towards the foot of the bed with his pants and underwear.

With some difficulty Blaine tugged the clothing over Kurt's feet and cast them to the floor. Then he crawled back onto the foot of the bed, watching Kurt's hand close over his cock in his impatience.

"Need you around me," Kurt moaned from the headboard. "Shit, you're going to feel so good, aren't you?"

"Mmm," Blaine agreed, pressing his lips against the knot of bone at Kurt's ankle and then slowly skimming his lips high, pausing to suck, kiss, and nibble while Kurt arched and groaned at his ministrations.

When his lips reached Kurt's thigh he started to alternate legs, sucking a red mark into one and then leaving teeth marks on the soft skin of the other. All the while Kurt's body was jerking and twisting under his mouth, and as his nose nudged the side of Kurt's ball sack he had to pull Kurt's furiously moving hand away from his cock.

"No," Kurt groaned, fighting against Blaine's grip as he sucked firmly on Kurt's thigh. "Need more than just your mouth. Fuck, please, Blaine."

"Oh, really?" Blaine commented, tugging his mouth away from the hickey he'd just made and pressing his lips against the underside of Kurt's cock. Kurt's hips bucked, his cock slipping away from Blaine's lip, but Blaine had expected the action and opened his mouth to closed over one of Kurt's balls as his body arched.

"Oh, god, oh, god," Kurt choked out, panting and twisting, his fingers curling tightly into the comforter as Blaine swirled his tongue around Kurt's ball and then released it with a pop.

Smiling brightly as Kurt's hips returned back to the bed, Blaine dropped his chin down onto the top of Kurt's thigh.

"If you're so desperate you should get the lube and condom out," Blaine informed him cheekily. "You're only making the wait longer and worse for yourself."

To prove his point Blaine turned his head towards Kurt's cock and blew on it, then closed his mouth over the side and moaned, sending pleasant vibrations through Kurt's skin and making the other man shiver and twist frantically for the night- stand.

"Top drawer," Blaine called as Kurt scrambled away.

He sat up on his knees, taking his half-hard cock into his hand and starting to stoke himself. As much as he'd enjoyed the noises that had been escaping Kurt it wasn't easy to keep himself fully hard without some sort of stimulation.

Kurt flipped back over once he had the lube and condom in hand, sitting up some and drawing Blaine towards the head of the bed by his hips. After some shifting forward at Kurt's encouragement Blaine finally found his arms resting against the headboard a few feet above where Kurt's head had settled. For a moment he felt incredibly exposed until Kurt sat up a little more, his mouth now level with Blaine's cock and his dry fingers gently dipping between Blaine's ass cheeks. Blaine's hips rocked forward a few inches as Kurt's finger pressed against his puckered skin, but Kurt's mouth had been waiting for him. His lips closed over the head of Blaine's cock as his fingers retracted and he started to coat them in lube.

A shaky breath escaped Blaine's mouth as Kurt's fingers returned, wasting no time pushing into him and stretching the tight ring of muscles. Slowly Blaine rolled his hips with the motion of Kurt's thrusting finger, sighing loudly as a second pushed in and began to stretch him wider.

"Fuck, that feels good," he breathed, one hand dropping down and tangling into Kurt's hair and urging his mouth further down his cock. "Mmm, yeah."

In response Kurt hummed around him and Blaine's hips jerked at the thrilling sensation, his cock sinking deeper into Kurt's throat. He held himself there for a few seconds, reveling in the constricting grip as Kurt swallowed thickly. As he eased back so that Kurt could breathe, Kurt's fingers thrust back up to meet his movement and Blaine let his head loll back as he groaned.

"Mmm," Kurt murmured around him, a third finger pressing in and then stilling. He pulled his mouth back, spit dribbling down his chin. "You're so tight."

"I'll feel even tighter when your dick's in me," Blaine groaned, trying to pull off of Kurt's fingers, but Kurt held him steady with his right arm and crooked the fingers buried in his ass. Blaine's hips bucked and he gasped sharply as Kurt's fingers rubbed slowly over his prostate.

Kurt continued to stroke the spot, Blaine twitched and jolted against him, a loud whine breaking past his lips.

"Very sensitive, aren't you?" Kurt commented, pressing a kiss to the tip of Blaine's cock and then sliding his fingers out.

Blaine grappled for the condom Kurt had left on the bed beside himself instead of answering. He ripped the packet open, and shifted until he had Kurt's cock in his hand so that he could roll it on. Kurt's lube slicked hand joined his a second later, and Blaine gave him all of two seconds to coat himself before knocking the hand out of his way and lining himself up.

"Let me warm– "

But Blaine didn't let him finish as he started to sink down, making Kurt moan loudly and his head drop back against the headboard with an echoing thunk. Blaine winced slightly at the cold intrusion, but pushed himself down Kurt until his ass hit Kurt's thighs. The feeling of being stretched so wide after so many years without made him shut his eyes for a moment and focus on breathing. It wasn't that he hadn't fingered himself, or even bottomed once or twice over the last five years, but his sexual encounters had been so rare since he'd started officially training for the Olympics. There was quite a difference between his fingers and a thick cock stretching him out.

"Feels so good," he whispered, leaning in and kissing Kurt messily.

He raised himself up a few inches and then dropped back down, feeling Kurt's cock throb as he slid down. They both moaned at the sensation, mouths meeting in a needy kiss before Blaine braced his hands on the top of the headboard for leverage and started to gyrate his hips.

The slick sensation of Kurt sliding in and out of him made him moan once more as Kurt's hands settled on his hips and helped him ride. With one strong arm tangled around his waist Kurt eased himself up a little more until he was sitting up and their chests were rubbing together.

"Harder, Blaine, please," Kurt moaned his mouth closing over Blaine's collarbone and biting down. "Fuck, you're so tight," Kurt rasped, both arms circling around Blaine's waist and helping him lift himself higher.

"Shh," Blaine murmured, sucking softly on Kurt's jaw and digging his knees into the mattress. He raised himself up again, this time using his knees and the springs in the mattress to slid higher, until only the tip of Kurt's cock was inside him. As he slammed back down, Kurt's cock thrust back in, thick and hard, and Blaine clenched his ass around him, eliciting a euphoric shout from Kurt before his teeth clamped down on Blaine's shoulder once more.

"More," Kurt panted against his shoulder. "Fuck, I'm close... "

Blaine repeated the movement, moving his hands so that they were flat against the wall as he started to ride Kurt faster, his ass shaking as it slapped down against Kurt's thighs. Kurt was moaning and crying out against his neck, his hips rocketing up to meet Blaine's ass. The clatter of the headboard against the wall mixed with the wet smack of their skin slapping together. Blaine tightened his muscles as he jerked his hips, arching his back as Kurt sunk back in deeper. The head of Kurt's cock stroked over his prostate and Blaine gave a shout, thighs trembling as Kurt's hips continued to buck up into him.

A shaky hand closed over Blaine's cock as Kurt fucked up into him, hard and fast, the angle just right to stimulate his prostate.

A hoarse cry broke through Blaine's lips and then Kurt's hips slammed up one last time, raising Blaine up several inches as Kurt's teeth pierced his shoulder to muffle his loud moan.

"Mmm," Blaine murmured, drawing Kurt in for a soft kiss as the other man continued to come. "Can I still ride you?"

A strangled moan greeted his question, but the firmer grip Kurt's hands took on his waist told him his answer.

"Touch me," Blaine requested softly, as he started to move his hips again.

Kurt was still hard inside of him, but Blaine knew it wouldn't last for long since Kurt had just come. He tried to be as gentle as he could so he didn't over-stimulate Kurt more than he had too, riding slower and rolling his hips more to shift the press and angle of Kurt inside of him. There was a hot surge that pulsed through him when Kurt's fist closed around his cock, quickly stroking him to full-hardness as his mouth attached to Blaine's neck. Blaine shut his eyes as Kurt's mouth moved over his slick skin, enjoying the bombardment of sensations happening throughout his body.

How was he ever supposed to let this man go at the end of next week? Blaine didn't even want to part with him for a whole day, but he'd be heading back home with his family and Kurt would stay here with his own.

Heat pooled in Blaine's belly as Kurt stroked him faster, his cock starting to soften a little even with Blaine riding him. Kurt's mouth brushed over his collarbone and then shifted down and out, closing over one taut nipple as Kurt's fingers tightened their grip.

With a faint, slightly pained groan, Kurt pulled his lips apart and away from Blaine's skin. "Come, Blaine, please," he begged. His free hand tangled into Blaine's curls and tugged his mouth down. "Come so I can taste you again."

Kurt's teeth yanked Blaine's lower lip into his mouth, biting and sucking of the swollen skin. A jolt shot through Blaine's body, rippling through him and making his hips jerk. With one last stroke over his throbbing erection Blaine's body tensed and his mouth fell open.

"Kurt!"

He collapsed against Kurt's chest, the other man's hand gently stroking him through his orgasm as he came over his fist and on both of their stomachs. Once Blaine had stopped jerking Kurt quickly extracted himself from Blaine's ass, wincing slightly as he pulled the condom off and then tied it.

"Sorry," Blaine murmured breathlessly, planting a kiss on Kurt's temple.

"Don't be," Kurt muttered, tossing the used condom towards the trashcan and cradling Blaine back against his chest. "You have no idea how incredible that felt."

"Actually since it was my ass you were fucking, I think I probably do," Blaine quipped, snuggling into Kurt's arms as his legs stretched out over Kurt's.

They sunk down towards the pillows, cuddled up and breathing deeply.

"Oy! You two done over there?" a voice bellowed through the wall, followed by the pound of a fist. "I've got a final in six hours, so you better be shutting up now!"

The man's fist pounded on the wall again, making the painting over the night-stand rattle. They both looked at the wall in surprise and then caught each other's eyes and started laughing. For a long time they couldn't stop.

"Someone hasn't been taking advantage of being off the training leash," Kurt remarked quietly, still laughing a little as Blaine chuckled against his chest.

"Can't convert everybody, I guess," Blaine remarked, rubbing his hand over Kurt's neck and shoulder.

Kurt's left hand rubbed over his back for a few minutes, but his right came over to Blaine's chest and caught hold of the necklace twisted there. Blaine tensed a little as Kurt untangled it and looked at the little silver gloves charm on the end.

"Who gave you this?" Kurt asked quietly, examining the gloves.

"I– nobody," Blaine said honestly. "I won it. About four years ago. Second best in the Navy."

He looked up and saw the surprise on Kurt's face at his answer.

"The Navy? Really? I thought the U.S.A. was really harsh on openly gay people serving," Kurt remarked uncertainly.

"They– er, well they were," Blaine grumbled, twisting his fingers into the chain and watching the moonlight from the window reflect off of it. "Obama made sure they changed that policy, but when I was in I couldn't be open. There was an Olympic scout at the big tournament where I won these. He wanted to recruit me, but the Navy wouldn't let me, especially since I was already using their money to go to college for music. My parents wouldn't pay for a career like that, so I joined."

"They– but that's terrible. If that's what you wanted to do they should have supported you," Kurt began furiously. "Why would– "

"Hey, shh, it's over. We're on better terms now, okay?" Blaine told him, silencing his next angry remark with a kiss.

It meant the world to him that Kurt seemed to care so much, and as Blaine settled back down against Kurt's chest he added, "The only reason they discharged me was because I came out. On purpose. Right in front of half a dozen senior officers."

"Wow," Kurt breathed in surprise. "That's... they must have been furious."

"Actually they were pretty cool about me being gay," Blaine acknowledged. "But rules are rules so they had to let me go, and then I started training for the Olympics. My dad was so excited when I told him... "

A little, twitching pain cut through Blaine's chest at the thought of his father. They might be on better terms, but they'd never gotten back the relationship they'd had when Blaine was a kid. Ever since he'd come out at fourteen things had been rough, and for his first few years of college they hadn't even spoken because Blaine had refused to follow James into a high-profile lawyer career.

"How's your dad with... you?" Blaine decided on, twisting a little in Kurt's arms to watch his face, but Kurt smiled, his eyes looking distant for a moment.

"He's wonderful," Kurt said sincerely. "I don't know what I'd do without him."

A pang of jealous shot through Blaine's chest, but he squashed it down just as quickly. He was glad Kurt's father understood and accepted him. One of them ought to have that in their life.

"You'll probably get to meet him if you come to the rest of my competitions," Kurt mentioned, ending on a yawn. "He's got the second week off to come see the games."

"Cool," Blaine replied, his eyes drifting shut as Kurt yawned louder. "Goodnight," he murmured.

"Night," Kurt agreed.

The steady sound of Kurt's breathing was the last thing Blaine heard before he dozed off.

At a quarter after four Blaine's alarm clock went off and woke them up. Puck groaned from the other bed and something smacked hard against the night-stand and shut the device off. Eyes crusted over Blaine yawned and snuggled deeper into Kurt's arms, fully intent on waiting until Puck grabbed him by the ankles and hauled him out of bed, but Kurt shifted and slid out from under him. Or tried to. Blaine whined as soon as his warmth tried to pull away and clutched at him.

"Blaine, le' go," Kurt murmured sleepily. "I've gotta go to practice and g- g- grab," he paused to finish his yawn, "my bag from my room."

Blaine grumbled his disagreement and burrowed his face into the crook of Kurt's neck. His lips skimmed over the soft skin as Kurt squirmed and struggled to untangle himself.

"Come on," Kurt laughed, poking Blaine in the side. "We both have to get up and be out by five."

"You can't make us," Puck groaned from the lump of blankets on the other bed. "I'm staying here forever because I love the smell of sex and thanks to you two this room always smells wonderful."

"Ugh," Kurt sniffed in disgust and Blaine finally released him, although it was reluctantly. "Come on, love," Kurt added softly to Blaine, nudging him towards his side of the bed. "Training day, up you get."

Yawning loudly Blaine sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, rubbing his eyes to clear them. The room was still dark, and the sky outside wasn't even tinted with pink yet. As much as Blaine loved boxing and his accomplishments with it, he absolutely dreaded the early morning wake ups. He'd despised it in the Navy as well, even if he'd grown used to it for those summers in boot camp and then the one at sea.

"Up on your feet," Kurt told him, suddenly standing in front of him and tugging him up. Blaine stumbled and wrapped himself tightly around Kurt's body as he fell forward. "Oomph," Kurt grunted from the impact and took a step back, making Blaine sag forward with him.

"Sorry," Blaine mumbled sleepily, regaining his balance and pressing a kiss to Kurt's cheek. "What time do you get out?"

"Two. You?" Kurt answered, leading Blaine into the bathroom as Puck's snores were interrupted by the alarm clock.

"Three," Blaine told him as Kurt shut the door and turned the shower on. "Do you want to grab lunch after?"

Kurt nodded as Blaine stepped up behind him, hands skimming over Kurt's bare sides and around to his stomach. For a moment they stood their together, waiting for the water in the shower to warm up as Puck's stomps and growls echoed in from the bedroom.

"You're so warm," Kurt mentioned as he poked his hand into the shower and tested the water temperature. "I'm not used to wanting to kick the blankets off myself."

Blaine smiled against the back of Kurt's shoulder and rubbed his scruffy cheek against it. He'd have to shave when he got back tonight. There wouldn't be time for it before practice today. Kurt dipped his hand in once more, seemed satisfied, and pulled the door open the rest of the way. He took Blaine by the hand and guided him in first, before following and shutting the glass door behind them.

As Kurt's arms tangled around his shoulders and pulled him in under the hot spray of water, Blaine sighed happily and slid his arms back to Kurt's waist. Their mouths met softly as the water cascaded over them, plastering Blaine's curls to his forehead and effectively waking him up.

"I really just want to stay in this shower with you all day," Kurt sighed, reaching for the soap on the little built in shelf as they stepped back and out of the full spray.

"Well I do have a full day off after my match tomorrow... "Blaine said offhandedly as Kurt started to lather his back and shoulders, hands firm but gentle as they massaged Blaine's skin.

"Really?" Kurt said in surprise as Blaine took the soap he'd been handed and started to rub it over Kurt's chest. "So do I. We should do something together... something that isn't just, you know," Kurt cleared his throat, "having sex all day. We could– could go to another event or something?"

"That'd be fine," Blaine agreed, putting the soap down and grabbing the shampoo. He poured a liberal amount into his palm, lathered it up, and started to rub it into Kurt's scalp.

Kurt continued to talk about other possibilities, running through the list of events he was interested in seeing more of, particularly the Men's' Gymnastics competition. As Kurt talked Blaine alternated between nibbling on Kurt's jaw and sculpting the other man's hair into a thin, tall line down the middle of his head until–

"– we could do the tourist thing also or– Blaine Anderson, are you giving me a mo-hawk?" Kurt demanded suddenly, yanking Blaine's sudsy hands away from his hair.

Blaine grinned and giggled as he looked over Kurt's face; the petulant pout, the pink cheeks from the steam, and the soapy tower of hair pointing towards the ceiling.

"Yes, I am, and you look adorable," Blaine replied brightly, leaning in and kissing the pout from Kurt's lips.

Kurt smiled back into his kiss and tugged him back under the hot spray of water.

It was a long day after that for Blaine. His training ran over, but he found it much easier to focus than he had the day before. Thinking about Kurt in his arms, there to protect him and be protected made his unorthodox boxing methods work again. Using his past, and the anger and rage that came with it, was something Wes had immediately tried to turn him against, but for reasons he couldn't explain it worked for him. It had taken almost five months for Wes to relent and realize the focus and drive it gave Blaine in the ring, but he'd finally accepted it and told Blaine to never mention it in interviews.

By the time he and another boxer, Patrick, finished their spar Kurt was already seated on a bench on the sidelines, waiting for him.

Wes spotted him at the same time as Blaine, and instead of beaming, he frowned.

"Remember that conversation about distractions," Wes warned him as Blaine tugged his gloves off and dragged his forearm over his forehead to wipe the sweat out of his eyes.

"I know, I've got it worked out," Blaine assured him. "He's not a distraction," he added, slightly annoyed as Kurt hopped to his feet and bounced over to them. "He's... everything."

Wes groaned in a hopeless sort of way, patted him on the shoulder, and reminded him to meet tomorrow before his match for more tactic discussion.

As Wes disappeared into the locker room with another training coach, Kurt reached Blaine's side, a bright, nervous smile on his face.

"Hi," he greeted a little breathlessly.

"Hey, yourself," Blaine returned, hugging Kurt close and giving him a sweet kiss. "Just let me shower and we can go eat, okay?"

Kurt smiled wider, eyes bright and excited, his hands gently tugging at the shoulders of Blaine's tank top.

"Apparently there's a little bonding party going on in a few hours," Kurt mentioned. "Between all of the housing buildings. Games, music, dancing, that kind of thing. Do... do you want to go with me?"

Surprised, Blaine gaped at him for a few seconds, looking over Kurt's hopeful smile and that light that didn't seem to want to leave his eyes when he looked at Blaine.

Kurt bit his lip at the silence and began to babble before Blaine could say yes.

"I– we don't– sorry, I just thought you might– but we're just– we're not really– "

Blaine cupped Kurt's jaw and dragged him down for another kiss, deeper and more passionate. "I'd love to go as your date," Blaine told him, nudging his nose against Kurt's as he pulled back.

"R- really?"

"Absolutely," Blaine murmured. He stepped back. "I'm going to shower really quick."

"Okay."

Blaine rushed off to the locker room, ignored Puck's catcall, and sped through his shower. In fifteen minutes he was back out in the gym, in fresh clothes with his bag of laundry slung over his shoulder. Kurt took his hand and together they headed back to Kurt's building, to the dining hall set up for the athlete's off the main lobby.

It was still relatively empty given how earlier they were, but they both grabbed several plates and sat off in their own corner to eat. Kurt explained more about the little party going on outside as they ate and how a few of his diving buddies had mentioned it.

To Blaine it sounded like a lot of fun, almost like a summer beach party that Cooper had once frequented and dragged him along to. Apparently a lot of different athletes from all over would be joining in for the fun. There was a Frisbee game that was going to happen, volleyball, and a few others.

At six, Kurt and Blaine finally left the mostly full dining hall and headed outside. A few dozen people had already gathered and were playing a few games and had started a small little campfire. Blaine didn't think it would be allowed, but the few guards and other Olympics personnel wandering around seemed to be turning a blind eye to it.

"Blaine! Come over here, hobbit!"

They turned to find Santana and Puck waving them over. Puck was equipped with his acoustic guitar and a crowd of onlookers when they settled down beside them.

"Sing-a-long," Puck informed them, jabbing Blaine in the shoulder. "I've already got Santana, but I need my best bro to sing, too."

Blushing slightly at the murmur of interest around them, Blaine ducked his head. Another athlete with a guitar came trampling over, and grinned as she held it up. "Got it!"

"You sing?" Kurt asked in surprise as the woman and Puck tuned their guitars together while Santana turned to watch the volleyball game across the field where Brittany was bobbing around.

"Yeah, I um, I used to," Blaine said, trying to sound offhanded. "I went to Julliard for music composition, but I wanted to do Broadway or something similar one day before... this."

"Led his group of Garglers in high school," Puck butted in, as he strummed in time with the woman to see that they were tuned with each other.

"Warblers," Blaine corrected in irritation. "How many times are you going to get that wrong? We competed against each other for three years– "

"Yeah, yeah," Santana cut in, waving him off. "We're singing for everyone. Get over it."

"I– "

But Kurt kissed him into silence as Puck started naming songs to see if the other guitarist knew them.

They ended up running through an entire Beatles medley that everyone seemed to universally know, with Santana and Puck singing most of it. Blaine couldn't bring himself to just start belting out with Kurt's intrigued eyes watching him so closely, clearly excited. But finally Puck wasn't going to wait for him to join in on his own anymore.

As they finished Hey Jude, which gained loud applause from the group, Puck glared over at him.

"You're singing this one," he said forcefully. "And I know you know it because we used to busk with it outside of that coffee shop in Lima."

"Puck, I really don't– "

"Oh, come on, Blaine," Kurt encouraged. "I'd really love to hear you sing."

"Like you haven't already since you two duet all the time," Puck remarked, and Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand and flashed him a smile.

"Please," he requested, and there was that light in his eyes again. The one that made Blaine's stomach flip, flop, and do all sorts of unprecedented things.

"I– all right," Blaine relented as the group around them clapped. "For you."

"Ugh, you two are sickening," Santana commented, hopping up and going to join Brittany and the volleyball group.

"Get those dreamboat, a cappella pipes ready," Puck ordered, leaning over to whisper in the other guitarist's ear, and she nodded, clearly knowing the song as well.

Blaine fought down the urge to groan as Kurt gave his arm a reassuring squeeze and the group gather around turned to watch him as Puck began strumming at his side. The moment the few notes trickled out Blaine knew which song Puck had picked from the handful they'd used when busking outside of the Lima Bean.

With a shaky, deep breath, Blaine opened his mouth and sang for the first time in well over a year, Kurt's arm curled tightly around his.

"Desperate for changing, starving for truth

I'm closer to where I started, I'm chasing after you."

Blaine found himself looking over to meet Kurt's eyes as he sang, his voice rough from not singing in so long and from the fear of Kurt not liking it. But Kurt was looking amazed and pleased at what he heard, despite Blaine's few off key moments with his first few notes.

It was only as Blaine started in on the chorus that he realized why Puck had chosen this song, and the fact that Blaine was staring at Kurt struck him hard.

"I'm falling even more in love with you

Letting go of all I've held on to

I'm standing here until you make me move

I'm hanging by a moment here with you"

A entirely new sensation crept up on Blaine as he sang those words, his eyes locked onto Kurt's. That light was still lingering in Kurt's eyes, brighter and more obvious than ever before, and with a jolt in his stomach and a pounding heart Blaine realized what it was that kept staring him in the face, because it was the exact same thing going on inside of himself.

Kurt was falling in love with him, just as he was with Kurt. The only question he didn't have an answer for was how they were supposed to catch each other when it stopped.

Blaine was too caught up in his thoughts to come in for the next verse, but Kurt had leaned in, seen the amazed look on Blaine's face, and taken over for him.

"Forgetting all I'm lacking, completely incomplete

I'll take your invitation, you take all of me now"

Blaine found his voice in time to join Kurt in for the chorus, despite his surprise at the beautiful tone as Kurt sang with him. The group around them seemed to be enjoying the new voice as well, they hooted in excitement as Kurt and Blaine continued to sing together, their voices growing stronger as Blaine dipped his forehead against Kurt's.

He was barely aware of the crowd gathering around them because he was focusing so much on Kurt's eyes and the tone of his voice, memorizing what he was seeing and hearing and committing it to memory so that he could never forget this moment. Even if he and Kurt never saw each other again after this, he could always look back and remember the exact shade of Kurt's eyes in the firelight, the warmth of his skin against his own, and the beautiful, angelic sound of his voice mingling with his own.

"There's nothing else to lose, there's nothing else to find

There's nothing in this world that can change my mind

There is nothing else"

Blaine repeated the last line as Kurt stopped to breathe. He was falling in love, and not only did it feel real and different from anything else he'd ever felt, but the man he was falling for was joining him in his dive into bliss.

Puck took over the vocals after that, and Blaine could hear the grin in his friend's voice as Kurt's lips met his, soft strokes and tentative brushes that made it difficult for Blaine to breathe. There were so many things he wanted to say, to show, or let Kurt feel, but at the moment he couldn't figure out how to make his lips do anything more than kiss Kurt in return. For now this was all he needed in his life, this joyous feeling Blaine had thought he'd never find.