"Do you want a massage?" Blaine asked. Kurt had just gotten back from New York for Will and Emma's wedding. When he had stepped off the plane, he was unsurprisingly greeted by his ex boyfriend, Blaine. They had driven straight to the Hummel- Hudson household, where Kurt formerly lived. Finding the house empty, Blaine offered to stay and keep Kurt company. Little did he know, that meant listening to Kurt rant about all of his NYADA drama.

"No, I do not want a massage, Blaine." Kurt replied, turning to glare at Blaine. "I have a feeling my boyfriend, Adam wouldn't appreciate that." Mention number fiftey two of Adam, Blaine counted. "You know how I feel about cheaters."

Blaine sighed. "I do. But, I also know how magical you find my massages." Kurt sucked his cheeks in and opened his mouth to argue and probably mention Adam. Blaine was not about to hear that damn name again. "It's a harmless massage, Kurt. Your stressed and I'm just trying to help you relax. Bros helping bros." Blaine added with a wink.

Kurt's face quickly reddened from Blaine's comment. "Absolutely not!" He stuttered. "Adam would-"

"Enough about Adam! I know you want it, you want it bad, Kurt." Blaine said. He got up from his spot on the bed and walked up to Kurt. "You're trying to be loyal and I respect that, it's one of the reasons that I love you." Kurt forgot how it felt to actually see Blaine when he said it, all of the emotion in his eyes, the way his eyebrows raise and move closer together, as if they are trying to kiss, and how his mouth barley moves, all the sounds made solely by his tongue. It was sexy. "Just stop trying to fight it."

"I don't want it. I honestly couldn't careless. I have Adam now," mention fiftyfour, "I don't need you."

"Then what's the harm in one massage?" Blaine challenged.

"There isn't any. Fine, I would like a massage, Blaine. Thank you." Kurt walked over to his old bed and sat down, Blaine kneeling behind him.

"You're quite welcome." He placed his hands on Kurt's shoulders, who immediately relaxed into the touch. But, remembering the situation, quickly regained his original demeanor. "So, back to New York. It's now you, Rachel, Brody and Santana? How is that going?"

Kurt groaned, "It's absolutely horrendous! Rachel and Brody go at it like animals! They are on each other every second of the day!" Kurt's rants were interrupted by a small groan as Blaine's hands kneaded out the old knots in his back. "All I hear at night is 'oh, Brody!' and 'oh, Rachel!'" Kurt imitated their voices to the best of his abilities, which was actually pretty accurate.

"Relax, Kurt. You're so tense." Blaine advised.

"I'm sorry, it's just... And for some reason, they think it is acceptable to come to breakfast naked! I most definetly do not want their bare asses on my designer chairs!" Kurt sighed and leaned into Blaine's comforting touch. "And then Santana, don't even get me started on her!"

"I'm trying not to. You need to relax, or this massage will be pointless."

"Let's not forget who asked how New York was going!" Kurt snapped.

"Already regretting it." Blaine sighed.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that. Santana has a great understanding of what's hers. Yet, what's mine is a foreign concept to her. I now have to hide my hair spray!"

"Wow, no wonder your so tense." Blaine sighed.

"Do not mock me, Anderon!"

"I'm not! I actually know how you feel. Once upon a time, I had to hide my hair gel from one young, cute Kurt Hummel."

"I had to take it. You look sexy without gel." Kurt blushed. "I mean that's what I thought, you know at the time... Not that you aren't, I mean.. Well, Adam and I.."

Blaine leaned in closer to Kurt, and whispered "I know exactly what you mean, babe." Then, just as quickly as it had happened, Blaine was as composed as ever, rubbing deep circles into Kurt's back.

Flustered from the feeling of Blaine's lips brushing against his ear, Kurt was silent for a while. He just sat still, trying to relax under the hands that he used to know so well, and finding it impossible. "Blaine?"

"Hmmm"

"What's new with you? Any updates?" Kurt asked, trying to get his mind off the feeling of Blaine touching him again and the way it made his pants grow tighter.

"Nothing." Blaine answered simply. "I've been hanging out with Tay Tay a lot, but-"

"Tay Tay?"

"Tina." Kurt nodded in understanding. "Yeah, I think she might have a little crush on me. It's kind of adorable, but it's never gonna happen. Because, we both know that I'm one hundred percent gay," He leaned in to whisper in Kurt's ear again, "And one hundred and one percent yours." He placed a little kiss on Kurt's neck, sending involuntary chills down the pale boy's spine.

"That's not what you thought when you cheated on me." Kurt replied dryly.

"That was a mistake, I've done everything I can to apologize and make it up to you. And I thought we were passed that." Blaine said, somehow staying calm.

All Kurt had to say was, "we are."

"Good." Blaine whispered. He slowly began kissing up and down Kurt's neck, stopping at his earlobe to suck and bite it, only for a second. He knew exactly what he was doing as his hands abandoned Kurt's shoulders to slowly slide down his chest and set to work unbuttoning his shirt.

"Blaine.." Kurt whispered shakily. It was meant to be a warning, but it didn't come out that way.

"Yes, babe?" Blaine's hot breath asked into Kurt's neck. Kurt just gasped in response as Blaine's hands ran down his bare chest. Blaine had successfully removed Kurt's shirt, leaving it in a crumpled mess on the floor. Kurt was going to attempt remembering to yell at him for that later. Blaine slowly started to move his lips down Kurt's shoulder and over to his spine. Kurt clutched the comforter to suppress his groans, as Blaine pressed a kiss in every vertebrae on Kurt's spine all the way down to his lower back. But, when he let his hands fall to Kurt's waist, just barely dipping into his pants, Kurt couldn't take it anymore. With all thoughts of Adam gone, he broke out of Blaine's grasp and turned around, pouncing on the small boy and pinning him to the bed. He pressed the bodies together, and for the first time in months, pressed their lips together. The kiss was intense and awkward at the same time, both of them struggleed for dominance and tried to get back into their old pattern.

But, as soon as they had found a rhythm, Kurt pulled away. He pulled Blaine's shirt over his head, suprised he hadn't been wearing a bowtie, but thankful it wasn't in his way. He ran his hands over Blaine's strong chest, just remembering and feeling his chest rise in time with Kurt's. They had always been in sync.

"Blaine..." Kurt gasped.

"I have missed you so much." Blaine replied, snaking his arms around Kurt's neck and bringing his lips down to meet his own. When their bare chests were reunited, Blaine moaned into Kurt's mouth, letting his ex's tongue slide into his.

The two boys were rolling around on the bed clawing at each other. Pulling hair, feeling one another, moaning, fiddling with pants buttons. They wanted each other, they needed each other. But, leave it to the cock block of all cock blocks to ruin it.

"Uh.. Guys?" Finn asked awkwardly from his position in the doorway. The two boys separated immediately, faces flushed and half naked. Kurt looked to Blaime, hoping his usual dapperness would come through and save them from the awkwardness of the situation. It didn't.

"Umm.." He said as he blushed wildly.

"Hey, Finn. I'm back for the wedding." Kurt had to step in.

"I noticed. I see Blaine did too." He cleared his throat. Kurt tried to give him a look that hopefully conveyed the message he was trying to send.

"You can leave now, Finn." He was forced to say.

"Right.. Um, bye." Then he was thankfully gone, closing the door behind him.

Kurt let out a sigh. "So, Blaine," he turned to look at the one he was addressing and wished he was undressing. What he didn't expect to see we're tears streaming down Blaine's face. "No, no honey don't cry. What's wrong?" Kurt crawled over to the small boy and tried to wrap him in his arms, but Blaine resisted.

"I just made you a cheater." He whispered, this time not in a seducing way. He just sounded broken. Kurt opened his mouth to protest. "No." Blaine silenced him. "I know what it's like to be in your position. It sucks. You feel guilty and you hate yourself so much. But, even more than that, you hate the guy you did it with. You don't know him and you don't love him. He's just some jerk you hooked up with because you felt alone. And now that's all I am to you."

"No, Blaine, look at me." When he didn't, Kurt reached out and grabbed Blaine's face in his hands. "That will never, ever be you. For starters, I know really well. And I've always loved you and I always will. Nothing can ever change that."

"You don't love me."

"I do. I love you more than absolutly everything, so much that it scares me sometimes. I want some amazing metaphor or love quote right now, but there isn't one that's strong enough to compare my love for you. You are way more than the person I love. You are more than everything good in life times a hundred, from zero to infinity and beyond."

"But... There's still Adam." Blaine said, climbing up into Kurt's lap, like he used to.

"Yes that's true." Kurt started rubbing circles into Blaine's back.

"That doesn't make any sense."

"I know, I'm working on that part."

"Will it ever make sense?"

"I honestly don't know, sweetie. But right here, right now I undertsand that I have you and that's all I need to know." Kurt placed a light kiss on the top of Blaine's head.

"I love you, Kurtsie."

"I love you, too, Blainey Boo."