��"The wireless customer you are trying to reach is unavailable. Please leave your message for-" Blaine hung up the phone before he had to hear Kurt's voice again. He'd already left a message last time.�
�� Two hours ago he'd told himself that if Kurt answered he wouldn't even consider. Why was he even considering it anyway? He loved Kurt. He loved Kurt more than he'd ever loved anything in his whole life, which was why he felt so lonely now. If Kurt would just answer his phone calls, or his emails, Blaine would've been okay. He knew that Kurt had a lot of exciting things happening, �but he never even texted back anymore. The exact thing Blaine had been terrified of was happening; Kurt was forgetting about him and moving on. �Blaine was being left behind like an old plaything, and it hurt so much. He was just so lonely. He would never even think of it otherwise.�
�Still, Blaine needed a last chance to back out, a reason not to do this, and Kurt wasn't answering his phone. Blaine chewed in his lower lip for a moment, deliberating, before pressing the little green icon. Calling: Sam E. �
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Incoming Call From: Sam Evans.�
��Kurt frowned a little. Sam was one of the people Kurt would least expect to call him. Maybe something was wrong. Maybe something was wrong with Blaine and he didn't know because he'd been a terrible boyfriend as of late. He attempted to block out the din of the airport from one ear as he answered.�
�� "Hello?"�
�� "Hello Kurt."
�� "Hi Sam."
�� "Firstly, you're kind of a dick."
�� Kurt was stunned. He'd never been anything but nice to Sam.�
��"Wh-what? Excuse me?" Sam ignored him.�
��"Secondly, I think Blaine is going to cheat on you."
��This was perhaps the strangest phone call Kurt had ever been a part of.
�� "What are you talking about? Blaine would never.."
�� Sam didn't sound angry anymore, just a bit tired.�
��"Normally, I would agree with you. And maybe if he didn't feel completely neglected and like you don't love him anymore, I could continue to agree. But he is certainly considering it and if I were you I would do something quick before you lose that boy for good."
�� Kurt was too stunned even to notice Sam's rather impressive eloquence.�
��"I'm coming to Lima," he said in a near whisper.�
��Sam was baffled. "Well that seems like a bit much, I was thinking you could, you know, call him or something."
��"No," Kurt huffed impatiently, "I was already coming to Lima before you called me. I'm actually at the airport right now. I'll be there in a few hours."
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Blaine couldn't do this. He should've realized sooner that any hesitation at all was too much. He couldn't do this to Kurt. He couldn't do this their relationship. He'd just have to text Eli and call it off. He picked up his cell phone and began typing.�
*******
To say that Kurt had had better days would be an understatement. The one time he plans an awesome surprise visit home his parents are out of town and his boyfriend is cheating on him. He was fuming behind the steering wheel of his car, driving the familiar route to Blaine's house. Some serious shit was about to go down.�
��At first Kurt had been mostly mad at himself. The things Sam had said...did Blaine really feel like Kurt didn't love him anymore? Was Kurt that terrible?
��But the more Kurt drove, and the more things that went wrong, Kurt began to feel that perhaps this wasn't all his fault. �It wasn't as if he hadn't gotten lonely too. He was just getting settle into New York, into his new apartment, his new job. He had a lot going on right now. And okay, maybe he'd been a little dickish, but he deserved honesty at least. �He deserved for Blaine to tell him was going on.�
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Blaine jumped when the doorbell rang. He stopped pacing abruptly and frowned a little. His parents would be gone for another week still, and usually they told their friends when they were leaving. And Blaine certainly hadn't invited anyone over.�
��Blaine could feel his face grow cold as it paled visibly upon him opening the door.�
��"K-Kurt?" He felt that he should've been thrilled. The look on Kurt's face firmly dictated otherwise. Kurt stepped into the house, past Blaine, and slammed the door, turning to face him.�
��"Hello, Blaine." Two simple words, but Blaine could already tell. Kurt really was not happy. But there was no way he could know. Unless..... Blaine swallowed hard.�
��"Sam told you, didn't he," Blaine said in a near whisper. "Kurt, let me explain."
�Kurt crossed his arms over his chest.�
��"Explain what, Blaine, how you were cheating on me? Yeah, go ahead and try to explain that. Because let me tell you, I'm all ears. How is this going to work out for a whole year when I've only been gone for two months and already this is happening?"
��Blaine could feel his cheeks flush as blood rushed to his face. "I didn't cheat on you," he said angrily, his voice closer to a yell than he'd wanted. �
��Kurt held up his hands in mock defeat.�
��"Oh, I'm sorry, that's right, you were just about to, as we speak."
��Blaine closed his eyes and grit his teeth. "I was not going to! �I thought about it, okay? But I didn't, so lay off."
��Kurt's eyebrows ascended to dangerous heights on his forehead.�
�� Within a second he was right in front of Blaine, twisting his fingers in Blaine's collar, push up to the wall. His gaze flicked from Blaine's eyes, to his mouth, and back again.�
��"You do not even get to be mad at me for this."
��Blaine clenched his jaw and look away. Kurt turned his face back with a single hand on his chin. He glanced up and down Blaine's face again before furiously smashing their lips together. Blaine's eyebrows creased heavily, but he kissed back. Oh did he kiss back. He'd missed kissing Kurt more than he had words for. Kurt never pulled away, just moved his lips elsewhere; Blaine's jawline, his neck, his collarbone. Nowhere was safe. Somehow he simultaneously managed to back Blaine up the stairs and against the door of his bedroom.�
��"No one gets this but me," he said, finally pulling back an inch or so. Blaine moaned in response. Kurt slid his hand underneath Blaine's long-sleeved t-shirt, slowing his fingers possessively over the skin. "Inside," he muttered lowly. Blaine was all too happy to oblige.�
�� �One they were inside the bedroom Kurt yanked Blaine's shirt over his head and shoved his jeans to the floor roughly.�
��Suddenly, with just one thin set of clothing between them, Blaine's body was reminded of just how long it had been. Kurt had Blaine �pinned underneath him on the bed without him even noticing.�
��"Jesus, Kurt I-"
��Kurt cut him off, pressing two fingers over Blaine's wide lips.�
��They were surrounded only by the sounds of their heavy breathing, and the occasional moan that escaped Blaine's lungs as Kurt forcefully kissed and marked his neck and chest. When he pulled back his eyes were dark and dangerous. He sat up with an air of confidence and ease, straddling Blaine's hips. His head was tilted up just slightly, so he had to make a conscious effort to look down his nose to keep eye contact as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. �Next were his shoes - he slid both off at the same time, more smoothly than expected - and then his belt. It occurred to Blaine then, as Kurt undid the button on his jeans, that essentially he was stripping, and he wanted Blaine to watch. Normally Kurt was so reserved and sheepish about being naked.�
�� Somehow, Kurt turned stripping into something that didn't seem slutty or self-depreciating, and instead exuded healthy sex appeal.�
��Somewhere in the midst of Blaine's internal thought process Kurt had gotten them both completely naked, and rolled his hips down into Blaine's.�
��"No one gets to see you like this but me," he said in a gritty voice, his first words since they'd entered the bedroom. "No one else makes you feel like this, now do they?" His voice wasn't even the tiniest bit doubtful; it hadn't really been a question. Blaine whimpered and shook his head.
�� This continued for an agonizingly long time; to Blaine it felt like hours. At last Kurt lifted himself onto his hands and knees, his head bent down to suck on the bottom of Blaine's ear. Blaine whined at the loss of contact and his hips bucked up almost involuntarily. �One of Kurt's hands press them firmly down to the bed.
��"What do you want?" Kurt's voice was deeper than usual and it set off little electrical waves under Blaine's skin.�
��"You," he managed between breathes. "You and only you." Still Kurt hovered above him. "I-I want..I want you to fuck me. �Please?"
�Kurt's lips curved up in a wicked smile.�
��"Please, huh? Pretty please, even? Come on, how much do you really want it?" His fingers traveled lightly, tauntingly, south of the equator. Blaine was going to die.�
��"Please, please, pretty please, Kurt," he begged, "I've never-" he gasped as Kurt's fingers brushed up his chest, teasing over his nipples. "I've never wanted you this much before." Kurt's grin widened in satisfaction as he dipped his fingers into his mouth, before slowly pushing them, one after another, inside Blaine.�
��"No one else gets to feel you like this," he growled, crushing their lips together roughly. Blaine shook his head reverently.
��"No one else," he repeated in a heavy exhalation. �He cried out as Kurt pushed into him, lost in between pain and ecstasy.�
��Kurt moved his hips quickly and steadily, his stomach rubbing up against Blaine tantalizingly with every upward pulse. It was too much.�
��"Kurt, I..I'm gonna.."
��Kurt lifted himself up, almost upright between Blaine's thighs.�
��"Not yet you aren't."
��He was quiet for awhile, occasionally whispering, "Louder," and "Come on, I want to hear how I'm
making you feel."
��"You thought someone else could do this to you?" he asked in a normal level. Blaine shook his head vigorously.�
��"No! No, I never.." he trailed of as Kurt's movements became slow and uneven.�
��"I'm the only person that gets to come inside of you," he said in a broken voice, "promise me that. Please."
��"God, yes, yes I promise. Only you, Kurt. I love you so much."
��Kurt cried out, and his body froze and tensed. �Blaine felt himself fill up with warm, sticky bliss. �He watched �Kurt's face in fascination. He wanted every line of that expression carved into his memory. His own relief washed over him suddenly, in shock waves.�
��Kurt pulled away and sank down at his side, burying his face in Blaine's neck.�
��"No one else could do that to me, Kurt. You just...fuck, you didn't even have to touch me."
��It was only when Kurt allowed himself a tiny, tremulous laugh that Blaine realized he was crying.�
Blaine blinked back his own tears and gathered Kurt's shaking frame into his arms.
��"Baby, I'm sorry," he whispered into Kurt's hair. "I'm so sorry."
��Kurt wiped his eyes with the heel of his hand and looked up a Blaine. There was no anger left in him.�
��"No, I'm sorry." Blaine made a move to interrupt but Kurt silenced him with an almost imperceptible shake of his eyes. "I love you, and I never want you to think that I don't. �And I'm so sorry I made you feel like that. You definitely have a right to be mad at me."�
��Blaine was shaking from the inside out.�
��"I'm not mad. I couldn't be.." He didn't have to finish; Kurt understood.�
��They stayed curled up together for a long time before Kurt said, "I'd planned this as a surprise visit originally. A pleasant surprise visit."
��Blaine laughed a watery laugh. "I am pleasantly surprised." Kurt smiled.�
��"My parents so happen to be out of town," he mused quietly.�
��"Oh, that's..."
��Kurt looked up at him expectantly. Blaine smiled. "So are mine." They grinned conspiratorially at each other.�
��"Well I'm content to spend my entire visit right here," Kurt said, snuggling in closer. Blaine sighed happily.
��"You can stay as long as you like."
��"That might be awhile."
��"I sure hope so."

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