As they walk out of the Lima Bean Blaine can feel it.  Actually feel it when he slips his hand into Kurt's in a rare public sign of affection.  Usually they're so careful they don't even try but this is different.  This time is different.

He doesn't know exactly what Kurt and Sebastian said to each other and he doesn't need to know.  Not the specifics anyway, he could write the script himself.

Int: The Lima Bean (day)

SEBASTIAN : I want Blaine.

KURT : He's mine.

SEBASTIAN : Yeah, I'll take him anyway. 

As if Blaine doesn't have a say in the matter, as if either of them have bothered to ask him.  (Well, Kurt doesn't need to ask him.  Kurt knows what his answer would be.  Always.)  But it doesn't matter, not really.  Sebastian can think and do whatever the hell he wants because Kurt will always be it for him.  As long as Kurt wants him, Blaine's heart isn't his own.

And he's OK with that.

So he slips his hand into Kurt's and he gives it a gentle squeeze and as they are forced to let go so they can get into the car he casually mentions that his house is empty.

At first they don't do anything but talk.  Blaine feigns ignorance over an English assignment, claiming that as Kurt did it last year then he is the perfect person to read over his work.  Kurt sees through the excuse in a second but he takes it anyway because not thinking about Sebastian would be really nice right now.

So he reads over a flawless Othello essay and halfway through he wants to scream because how the hell could Othello think Desdemona would ever cheat on him when it's clear to anyone who pays attention that she adores her husband and it's only because Othello let himself be wound up by Iago that...

Oh.

Oh Kurt's got himself a smart boyfriend and when he looks up he realises he's got a pretty cocky one too.

"I trust you," he says, putting the assignment down on the bed and leaning forward to kiss him gently.

"And I'm never going to give you a reason not to."

Blaine's hands are gentle when they pull him down onto the bed.  It takes some rearranging because Kurt's weight distribution is all wrong and Blaine can't breathe and then he's in danger of being sick when there's a knee in his stomach.  But they get there in the end.

Kurt lets Blaine lead, lets him have free reign under the layers, fingertips brushing over soft pale skin.  There's no rush and Kurt's soon turned over so he's on his back.

"Roll over," Blaine whispers before kissing the muscle lines in Kurt's neck.

He does so and he is rewarded with Blaine's strong hands and fingers pressing into his back, working out the knots that have been put there by elections and auditions and their very own Iago.

For what seems like a long time Kurt lies there under his boyfriend's hands, becoming utterly pliable and relaxed.  He barely notices when he has to shift so Blaine can remove the waistcoat and then pushes his shirt away.  He doesn't notice getting hard, he just realises that he is when Blaine pushes down hard on the small of Kurt's back and he ends up being ground into the mattress.

"Blaine..." he growls softly.

"Getting there," Blaine whispers as he leans over, pressing kisses across Kurt's shoulder blades.

Carefully he puts his hands on the outside of Kurt's hips, pulling them a little so they are raised.  Kurt is only too keen to help out by this point and lifts them further, his fingers making quicker work of the button fly than Blaine has ever managed so far.

(Kurt tells him that it's just practice and that he'll get there eventually with enough of it.  Blaine is more than OK with this.)

He's careful as he peels the jeans from Kurt's legs, taking the time to make sure that they land on the chair when he discards them.  His fingers return to their task, working on non-existent knots in the small of Kurt's back.  He knows what he's doing, he knows the effect that it's having on his boyfriend, and he loves it.

"Blaine..." Kurt growls, not so softly this time.

"Did your father never teach you patience?" Blaine laughs as he crawls back up the bed, a leg either side of Kurt's waist.

"He taught me that I matter, so don't think you can get away with teasing me like this..."

"You do matter."  Blaine's voice is soft in his ear.  "You are the most... important... person... in... my... life..." he says, kissing down Kurt's spine to where the waistband of his boxers was resting just before the swell of his ass.  "I love you."

"Love you t—"

Kurt's returned declaration is lost as Blaine pulls down his boxers and continues kissing.  This is new, this is unfamiliar territory for them and just as Kurt's wondering if he's really going to do this Blaine's mouth presses kisses to each cheek in turn before there's a finger pressing up against him.

Somewhere in the shock and the pleasure Kurt's brain fills in the gaps of when Blaine had grabbed the lube, when he'd slicked his fingers up.  But it didn't matter right now.  Kurt whimpers as Blaine presses more and harder into him.  Technically it's all new, but Kurt's pretty sure he's topped more times than Blaine so far so he's still getting used to what this feels like.

Fucking good is the only thing that comes to mind as he feels the stretch of a third finger pushing in and brushing against him.

"I wanna see you," Kurt manages to say when it feels like Blaine is almost done.  "Please..."

"That was always the plan," Blaine replies.

When Kurt is finally allowed to roll over he's greeted with the sight of an almost fully clothed Blaine.  He grins and makes very (very) quick work of the shirt before pulling him in for a kiss, the pair of them falling back onto the bed.  Blaine pushes his hips down, the friction of his jeans against Kurt's erection being unbearable for them both.

"Too many clothes," Kurt snaps.  "Off."

It takes a bit of work before Blaine's jeans are dropped to the floor and Kurt pushes his hand under the waistband of his underwear.  He takes a small bit of pride in the whimpers that he elicits from Blaine when he does this.

There's a soft crinkle sound which Kurt somehow manages to hear above the sound of rushing blood in his ears and he holds out his free hand.

Blaine pulls down his boxers as Kurt tears open the condom, biting down on his lip as Kurt rolls it on him.

"I love you," Blaine whispers, stealing a final kiss before Kurt's laid out beneath him, legs hooking around his waist.

"Love you too."

Kurt tries not to hold his breath when he feels Blaine pushing up against him.  The first stretch and burn hurts and he fights the panic and the instinct to yell.  He remembers to breathe and it lessens a little and that's when he realises that Blaine's waiting.  He's holding himself there, only part way in, because he's seen, he's noticed.

"It's OK," Kurt whispers.

"If it's not I can..." Blaine starts because he knows that it's not.  He knows that it hurts and that sometimes you need time.

"It's OK," Kurt repeats, planting his feet on the mattress and moving his hands to Blaine's hips as if to prove his point.  "It's all OK."

So Blaine moves again and the burn isn't quite the same any more.  Mostly he just feels full and loved and wanted and...

Oh.

Oh Kurt's got himself a very smart boyfriend.  And a fucking sexy boyfriend at that.  Because, not that he had any to begin with, there is no doubt in his mind or his heart or his soul or body that Blaine?  Is his.