Kurt pads quietly up the stairs towards Blaine’s room and gently peeks in the cracked door to see if Blaine is awake. An hour ago, he got a text from Pam letting him know Blaine was having a rough day; he’s all out of sorts from missing out on everything going on at school, and she invited Kurt to come by and surprise him as the house would be empty until midnight. And there was a winky face, an actual winky face, staring back at him. Kurt blushed red when he saw it. He didn’t think she meant it that way, but also, it’s Pam. She’s a firecracker and so full of life when Blaine’s dad is out of town; she could have meant it that way. A warm feeling comes over him when he realizes how much her approval of him matters. If Blaine’s mom thinks he is good for her son… 

His thoughts are disrupted when Blaine rustles around in his bed and turns over. Not able to wait another moment, he pushes the door open, sneaks quietly over to the leather chair near the bed, and sits down, grinning stupidly. Blaine is just so damn adorable in that state where he’s fluttering between awake and asleep. 

In a whisper, he says, “Blaine, honey, I came to see you.” 

A tiny smile unfurls at the corner of Blaine’s mouth. “Hi.” 

“Hello. How are you feeling?”

“Uhhm…” Blaine mumbles as he blushes and curls himself up in a ball.

Kurt laughs and raises an eyebrow. “What is that about? You—shy?”

Blaine chuckles and presses his cheek down into the pillow. 

“What? Tell me!”

“You’re sure you really want to know?”

“I’m sure I really want to know!”

“Fine!” Blaine says playfully; his skin still looks flushed. “I was sort of having a dream about you.”

A zing of shocked excitement runs through Kurt as he replies with a small crack in his voice. “Oh, yeah? Was it good?”

“So. So. Good,” Blaine practically moans.

“Uh-huh. I see. So, the reason you’re curled up like this is because…”

Blaine catches his lip in his teeth and shakes his head slightly. His eye that’s not covered in bandages shines with love and mischievousness. He makes a silly, exasperated sound, almost in defeat, and rolls over on his back. 

“Ohhhhh. Realllllly,” Kurt trills as he looks at the truly obscene way Blaine’s hard-on is tenting the sheets. 

“Yup. It was a wonderful dream.” 

“Apparently,” Kurt says as he stands up, toeing his shoes and socks off and removing his black and gray striped linen blazer and his silver metallic infinity scarf, laying them on the chair. “And what exactly were we doing in this dream?”

“We—Uh—Things.”

“Things?” Kurt laughs as he saunters into Blaine’s ensuite and grabs two clean hand towels from under the sink. They may be new at this, but Kurt has learned quite quickly that sex in most forms is messy. 

“Mmhhhm. Things.”

“You mean things like…” Kurt’s words trail off as he walks back towards the bed, sets the towels on the nightstand, and starts to unbutton his shirt. “Kissing?”

“Yes. Kissing was very much a huge part of it.”

“Mmm. I like kissing.”

“And you are so amazing at it, too.”

“Am I?” Kurt asks with feigned innocence. Blaine tells him this on a daily basis. He can’t help but blurt it against Kurt’s lips several times a week. It makes Kurt feel sexy and loved, and he’s grateful for it. 

“Yeah. So amazing.”

“Well, thank you. And might I say, you are quite excellent yourself. Can I?” He nods towards the bed.

“Of course, you can. Do you want to? I mean, you can…”

“What?” Kurt asks, trying not to burst out laughing.

“Oh, god, Kurt! Just take off your painted-on pants and stop teasing me,” Blaine says, exasperated.

“Feisty! Feisty!” Kurt says, realizing how much he likes Blaine telling him precisely what he wants. He can feel a blush spreading across his chest and neck, and his pants are tighter than they were a few seconds ago. 

“Horny is more like it!” Blaine laughs. “I’ve missed you so much, and I hate being here all day by myself.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I know you do.” Kurt decides to shock Blaine and pulls his underwear down, too.

“Holy—! Kurt! You—! You’re—,” he splutters.

“Very naked?”

“Look at you. I’ll never ever get over it. You are so stunning.”

“Thank you,” Kurt says as he crawls into bed under the covers with Blaine and lays half on top of him, his knee rubbing over Blaine’s groin, causing him to moan while Kurt leans down and presses a kiss against his lips. After a few minutes, he pulls back and looks down at him. “I know we’ve only done it a few times… Do you want me to take care of you, honey? I’m still learning, but if you want a blowjob…” Kurt trails off, still a little unsure. 

“Yes. Yes. Please. That’s what I was dreaming about. I didn’t want you to feel like you had to.”

“I want to.” 

“I’d love it so much.”

Without another word, Kurt slides down under the covers and pulls Blaine’s pajama pants and underwear down, freeing his cock that has obviously been hard for a while because the tip is sticky and wet with pre-cum. He nuzzles his cheek across Blaine’s warm skin and kisses up the length a few times and across his navel, enjoying the tickling sensation of the coarse hair there. He takes a deep breath and finally slides his lips down around Blaine’s cock as far as he can and sucks, gently at first, until Blaine’s hands are suddenly on his head, gripping and lightly tugging at his hair. Blaine needs more, and he gives the best he has in him, using what few things he’s learned so far that Blaine loves: rubbing his tongue around the flared tip, gliding a finger along the large, throbbing vein along the bottom, rubbing the skin of his sac together, and humming. He’s sure that lots of guys probably like that. Still, there is something about the fact that he and Blaine can still use their voices or melodies to help get each other off that seems extra meaningful. He’s not surprised when, just a few minutes later, Blaine is shouting at him. 

“Baby! I’m going to cum. Pull off! Kurt!”

Kurt determines he'll surprise him again by trying to swallow it and hope he can handle it. Another first for both of them. He grips Blaine’s hips, holding them down to the bed, and keeps his mouth firmly around Blaine, sucking even harder to help tip him over the edge. 

“Oh, god! Kurt! Kurt! Oohh! Mmnnnngh!” Blaine shouts and moans as he pulses hot, releasing in Kurt’s mouth. “Love you! Love you! Love you!” He tenses up tightly in pleasure and then surrenders to the fluttering thrills rushing across the nerves in his body as he relaxes and sinks back into the bed.

They both lay there, panting, for a moment before Blaine pulls back the covers, and his tummy swoops to see Kurt laying there with his cheek resting on his hipbone, looking up at Blaine under his lashes. 

“Hi,” Blaine says, grinning.

“Hi,” Kurt replies softly.

“Thank you. That was…spectacular. You okay?”

“Yeah. I liked that, actually. I wasn’t sure I could do it…”

“So hot, Kurt. I’ll try that next time. I can’t right now because…”

“I know. It’s okay. You’re supposed to keep your head still from any rapid movements.” 

Blaine nods. “Want to come up here?”

“Not really. I sort of love it right here. Thank you.” He giggles at Blaine’s shocked expression. He leans over and kisses Blaine’s softening cock, loving that they are getting less timid about being naked together. “I suppose I could come see you, though.” 

“Mmm. Good. Plus, I feel like I need to sit up for a while.” 

Kurt helps Blaine take his pants off the rest of the way and slides all the way up the bed until he’s sitting up against the headboard. “Sit with me?” He holds his arms out to Blaine, who nods and scurries over, straddling Kurt’s lap. “Love this,” Kurt says, holding Blaine’s hips and kissing him on the forehead. “But not this.” He drags his fingers up and unbuttons Blaine’s pajama shirt, tossing it off to the side. 

Blaine gets the courage to ask something he’s been obsessing about while they are getting settled again. “Would it… Can I… Well, can I kiss you? And then I’m going to take care of you.”

Kurt’s eyes widen, his jaw dropping slightly. “Blaine, I just…”

“I know. I’m sort of really turned on by the thought of tasting that on your tongue. Is that weird? It was just so hawt.” 

“Blaine!” Kurt says. Suddenly, his arousal that was just a warm, comfortable longing is thrumming in his ears as if the blood pumping through his body has a voice, chanting Blaine’s name over and over again in lust, love, and a feeling of right now. He surges forward, capturing his boyfriend’s lips in a demanding kiss. Their heads immediately tilt to the side as they open wide and allow their darting tongues to twirl and lick roughly into each other’s mouths. Hands glide and explore the expanse of skin under their fingertips, reveling in the way they break out in goosebumps at each other’s touch; their small grunts and moans of ecstasy ring through the air. 

Kurt breaks the kiss and gasps loudly when he feels Blaine’s hand around his begging cock, stroking him, his thumb running over the tip and then pumping in a rhythm Blaine has learned takes Kurt apart in mere minutes. Kurt slides his own hand down when he feels Blaine hard against his belly and whispers in his boyfriend’s ear, “Together? Please?”

Blaine nods with an enthusiastic moan and intertwines his hand with Kurt’s around both of their erections as they speed up at a frantic pace. The blazing kiss, the taste of Blaine on their tongues, the days they’ve missed being able to be this close, it all crashes together as they reach the crescendo. White-hot ribbons of liquid erupt between them, coating their hands and squelching between their fingers as they continue to move, babbling words of love and praise at each other until the oversensitivity drives them to stop. They slowly lean in until their foreheads are resting together, taking a deep breath. 

“Love you, Kurt,” Blaine whispers, then kisses Kurt on the nose.

“Love you, too. So much,” he says as he gently glides his palms up and down Blaine’s back.

“We’re sorta freaking fantastic at this, don’t you think?”

Kurt chuckles silently; it shakes his shoulders. “We really are.” He grabs a towel and cleans them up the best he can. He takes another deep breath through his nose, and his heart seems to expand when he feels Blaine—still sitting on his lap—scooch forward a few inches on his knees and lay his head down on Kurt’s shoulder, nuzzling into his neck.

 “You okay?” Kurt asks.

“Yeah. Right now, I’m more than okay,” Blaine replies.

“I’m glad. This week, though, it’s been hard. It’s okay if you need to talk about it. Or if you’re not doing well, you can tell me that.”

“It has been hard. Really hard. I like to be around people. I love to interact and be a part of things. I miss everyone.”

“They miss you, too. We all miss you.”

“And it’s Michael week. Of all the weeks to miss, this one is especially a bummer.”

“I get that. Well, we’ll just have to do it again when you’re better. I’m sure not a single person will complain about it.”

“I guess. It’s… It’s not the same, though. I’m just being whiney.”

“You’re allowed. I’m not sure you're being whiney; maybe it’s more trying not to think about how scared you are about the surgery tomorrow.” 

“I’m terrified, Kurt.”

Kurt nods against Blaine’s cheek. “It’s alright to be scared. I’ll stay as long as you want tonight. Dad said I could stay until you fell asleep or until your mom gets home.”

“Really?” Blaine asks, shocked and a bit choked up. “Even on a school night?”

“Even on a school night.” 

“What if the surgery doesn't fix the damage? What if I’m permanently blinded in that eye?”

“Then we’ll all stand by your side and figure out what comes next. You aren’t alone. I’ll be right here. I promise I will.” 

“What if I have to wear an eyepatch forever?”

“Then I’ll learn how to make eyepatches. One to match every bow tie you own.”

Blaine laughs and presses a few happy kisses to Kurt’s throat. “You’re so wonderful, Kurt.”

“You are, too. And there’s nowhere I’d rather be.” He rests his head on Blaine’s as they relax into each other. After a few minutes, he realizes he’s got a Michael song stuck in his head, so he hums a few bars and then quietly sings to Blaine, who grips him tighter, trying to press his love into Kurt’s body. 

“Baby, love never felt so good
And I doubt if it ever could
Not like you hold me, hold me
Oh, baby
Love never felt so fine…”