Mr. Walden opened the choir room door with a heavy heart. He knew it was an inevitable part of the job, but that didn’t make it any easier to deal with. A smattering of Warblers glanced up when he stepped into the room. “Hey boys, sorry to interrupt,” he said sincerely.

Wes immediately broke away from the pack to approach him. “Not a problem, sir. Do you need something?”

“I just brought Kurt back from assignment.” He paused, the next words catching in his throat. “He had to use his safeword and I-“

“He had to what? What happened?” Wed demanded. He had quite the fearsome presence when he wanted it, especially when one of his own was threatened.

Mr. Walden just stared back at him patiently. “You know I can’t divulge that kind of information. I just wanted to let you know because I’m sure he could use a friend right now. Unless I should ask one of the boys in Care?”

Wes shook his head quickly. “No, no. I’m sorry, I know you can’t say more. We’ll make sure he’s well taken care of.”

“Thank you.” And with that the older man turned and headed back down the hall, his heavy heart a little lighter.

After one deep, fortifying breath while Wes tried to rein in his panic, he called out behind him, “Get Blaine. Now.”

——

While he had been initially panicked when the Warblers pulled him out of the library with a cryptic explanation of Kurt in need, now as he approached his dorm room he was quite calm. Kurt didn’t need him barging in demanding answers and a play-by-play account. He needed peace. And security.

It was admittedly a little harder to keep it together, though, when his best friend opened their bedroom door with red eyes and shaking shoulders. Kurt tried to smile through his tears at the collection of friends all bunched together behind Blaine, but he lost it the second his eyes caught hazel.

Blaine was quick to step forward and catch him up in a reassuring hug. He pulled back just slightly when the dry sobs started.

“Hey, sweetie, hey there. You’re all right.” Blaine’s hands fluttered around his face, not sure where to touch, to hold, to comfort. Kurt was breathing too fast, almost hyperventilating. “What do you need? A Dom? A sub?” Blaine knew he’d been sent out on a D/s assignment and thought that maybe it would help to clear away what happened by performing in a positive scene. Possibly someone to dominate him properly and make him feel safe. Or for him to assert his own dominance on someone else and make him feel like he was in control again.

But Kurt was shaking his head, his eyes scrunched on the verge of tears again.

“Kurt, please, honey. What do you need?”

“You,” he choked out. A tear slipped down his cheek. He reached out with both hands and grasped Blaine’s forearms tightly for support, then stepped forward so he was in the curve of Blaine’s body. Their chests were a mere inch apart, their noses and chins bumping together. “I just need you.”

Blaine deflated in relief. That he could do. He sealed the remaining space between them and wrapped his arms tightly around Kurt’s shoulders. The taller boy sank against him, burying his head in the crook of his neck and squeezing around his waist.

The Warblers quietly shut the door behind them.

——

Several minutes later, Sebastian had Wes cornered against that same door. He had been returning to his dorm when Thad told him the news and now he was ready to tear down walls to make sure Kurt was okay.

“Let me in, Wesley.” But the head of the Warbler council held firm, not moving from his spot in front of the door. “Damnit, you can’t say something like Kurt safeworded and not expect me to want to see him.”

“Seb, I understand,” Wes said in that calm tone of his. Nothing ever seemed to phase the man… which is probably why he was such a good leader. Sebastian wished he didn’t respect him so damned much. “But he’s in there with Blaine-“

“Blaine?”

“Yes, and he-“

But Sebastian waved off any further explanation. “No, no, that’s good. I thought he was alone. As long as Blaine’s there, he’ll be fine.” He stepped back, raising both hands behind his head and taking a deep, calming breath.

Thad, standing nearby, laid a reassuring hand on his back.

——

Kurt sighed heavily and curled closer against Blaine. They were lying on his bed, on top of the covers with most of their clothes still on, simply enjoying each other’s presence. He knew he should talk about it, he even wanted to talk about it, but all could remember was the look of disappointment on the Dom’s face. He felt like such a failure.

He knew the importance of safewords. That they were a good and important part of any D/s scene, especially when they went out on assignment with complete strangers who didn’t know anything of their limits other than what was listed in their contracts. But he had always felt such pride at never having needed to use his. Tonight he broke his perfect streak and shame bubbled deep in his gut knowing he could never take it back or start over.

“Don’t.” Blaine’s voice was loud and strong above him and it knocked him out of his pity party. “I know what you’re doing. Don’t you dare blame yourself.”

“But, I-“

“No, no buts. You’re one of the strongest people I know, Kurt, and if you felt you needed to use your safeword then I’m sure it was for a very good reason.” Blaine paused, gripping Kurt’s chin so they could look at each other. “And even if it was just a moment’s hesitation, there is no shame in having said it.”

Kurt held his gaze for another minute, soaking up Blaine’s reassurance, then he ducked his head and burrowed closer into his best friend’s side.

Blaine clutched at his waist and readjusted them so the brunet was lying almost completely on top of him. He wrapped his arms like steel bands around Kurt’s back and whispered fiercely, “I love you. It pains me to see you go out on assignment and not know if you’ll be treated well, but I’ll always be here when you get back. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“And I’ll always be here to remind you what feeling loved is like.”

Kurt smiled, kissing Blaine’s chest through his shirt. “Yeah? How does that feel again?” He felt Blaine’s chuckle in the vibrations against his cheek. He propped himself up to stare down at his friend, playing with the curls at his temple with one hand, but then giggled when Blaine growled and flipped them over.

“Let me show you.”

Blaine’s mouth was on his in an instant, cutting off another giggle. He sighed into the kiss and let his fear and anxiety from the events earlier that night start to slip away. He pressed harder against Blaine when he felt a reluctant memory try to surge up, but the other boy seemed to know what he needed and urged him into an opened mouth kiss with the tip of his tongue.

They melted together, sharing breath and taste, until Kurt couldn’t separate the two of them in his mind. He bucked up involuntarily when Blaine’s tongue invaded his mouth and licked along the roof of it. Blaine’s body moved with him, not pulling away from his hips, but not adding any additional pressure either. With one final lick along Kurt’s bottom lip, he pulled away to sit back on his knees.

Kurt tried to chase him up, using both elbows on the bed as support, but was cut-off from his friend’s cherry red lips when he pulled his shirt up and over his head. He reached towards Kurt next, undoing the knot of his tie and deftly unbuttoning his shirt until both of their torsos were bared to each other.

Kurt expected him to move on to their pants next, but Blaine took a moment to appreciate the view first. He laid one hand solidly against Kurt’s heart, letting the heat from his hand seep into Kurt’s skin and feeling the thump of his wild pulse. His eyes trailed so thoroughly across the brunet that Kurt imagined he could feel it like a stroke of fire moving from pec to sternum to belly button. his sucked in a breath as his arousal spiked.

Blaine leaned in to follow the trail of his eyes with his tongue and when he swirled around a hardening nipple, Kurt bucked up beneath him once more. Since he was essentially pinning Kurt’s hips with the way he was straddling them, the move rubbed their clothed erections together and both boys moaned at the sensation. Blaine continued laving attention on the nipple, flicking the tip of it maddeningly, before moving on to the hollow of Kurt’s clavicle. He sucked the ridge of the bone, marking the thin skin almost instantly, and continued sucking kisses along Kurt’s strained neck.

When he reached Kurt’s pulse point and latched on to suck and swirl and nibble on the tender skin, Kurt keened loudly and shifted his weight so he could grab at the back of Blaine’s head with one hand to keep him in place. “Yes, yes.”

After ensuring he left quite an impressive hickey, Blaine nosed along Kurt’s jaw to bite at his earlobe. “You taste so amazing. I could lick you from head to toe.”

Kurt smiled through a breathy laugh. “I’m fine with that plan.” He immediately let go of Blaine and reached down and unbutton his pants. With a few quick moves and changed angles, they managed to divest themselves of the rest of their clothing and slip under the cool cotton of Kurt’s sheets.

Blaine covered him, allowing every inch of their bodies to press together. He made sure not to squash his best friend, but he wanted him to feel the security of his weight. “I love you,” he confessed in Kurt’s ear for the second time that night. “Every part of you is perfect.” He placed a kiss at Kurt’s temple. “Your mind.” He shimmied down a bit to press another kiss on Kurt’s chest. “Your heart.” Then he slipped down further until he was kneeling between Kurt’s legs. He pressed yet another kiss to the base of Kurt’s cock, peppering a string of them up the length of it until he was at the head. “Your body.”

Kurt sighed when Blaine sank back down and took him into his mouth. He stayed shallow at first, laving at the precome with his tongue and allowing his lips to stretch around the girth as he began to go deeper and deeper with every bob.

Kurt grabbed the sheets in both hands as Blaine worked on sucking him off. He felt weightless, euphoric, like he was floating in a sea of pleasure and would be lucky not to drown in it. “B-Blaine,” he gasped when the other boy fondled his balls. “I’m gonna- you have to- too early-“

“Shh, honey,” Blaine cooed, popping off Kurt for just a moment. “We have plenty of time for more.” And with that he sank back down, taking Kurt all the way down his throat and swallowing around him to help get him off. He held his friend’s hips secure with both hands when he started thrusting and writhing beneath him.

“Fuck, Blaine, oh god- ahhh”

Knowing he was close, Blaine increased his rhythm and curled one hand around to brush at his perineum.

“Oh g- unngh- Blaaaaaine!” Kurt shouted as he came in spurts down the other boy’s throat.

After drinking his fill and licking away all that he could from Kurt’s softening cock, Blaine moved back up the bed to share the taste with his friend. The kiss was loose and messy considering how out of it Kurt was, but he still moaned at the slightly salty taste on his tongue.

“I thought you were going to fuck me,” Kurt panted, his eyes closed in bliss.

Blaine bit his shoulder, making him yelp in surprise. “No, tonight isn’t about fucking. It’s about making love.” And somehow, despite how corny the words were, Kurt’s eyes welled with sudden tears. They were surrounded by sex every day and asked to do some truly bizarre, sometimes truly frightening things, and yet Blaine could still look at Kurt and say the word love. And mean it.

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine’s neck tightly, nuzzling against him as a tear or two leaked out from his clenched eyes. “I love you too, you know.”

Blaine hummed, rolling to his side so he could hug Kurt back. They stayed intertwined like that for what seemed like ages and then Blaine began placing small kisses to Kurt nose, his cheek, his top lip, his bottom lip. Kurt, ever the impatient one, surged against him so their mouths were pressed more fully together. And then they kissed leisurely, happily, until Blaine was stroking down Kurt’s spine and hooking Kurt’s leg over the top of his hip.

Blaine’s still erect cock brushed against Kurt’s over-sensitized one and the brunet shivered at the feel. “Turn around for me,” Blaine whispered. Kurt obliged, letting Blaine help him roll his sated body until they were spooning. Now Blaine’s cock was slotted between Kurt’s ass cheeks and Kurt couldn’t help but moan.

Blaine arched away from him for a brief moment before returning with slick fingers against Kurt’s hole. He slid a knee between Kurt’s legs to open him up more and pressed against the tight rings of muscle with the flat of his thumb. Kurt rolled back into him and Blaine groaned when he clenched his cheeks around his dick. He slipped a forefinger inside, first one knuckle and then two as Kurt relaxed his muscles against the intrusion. He began thrusting his finger almost immediately, knowing Kurt - or any of them for that matter - didn’t require much prep with their overactive sex lives, and slipped in a second digit in quick succession.

Kurt was mewling wantonly by that point, pushing back to take as much of Blaine’s fingers as he could and shoving forward so his hardening cock could get some friction against the mattress. He whined when Blaine pulled his hips back, but then realized it was only so the boy could get better leverage when he added a third finger. All three digits began to piston in and out rapidly, widening every time until Kurt felt fully opened.

“Please, Blaine. Please, I need you.”

“I’m right here, baby,” Blaine panted against the back of his neck. He slipped his fingers out of Kurt completely, ignoring his mewl of protest, and applied more lube to his fingers so he could slick up his cock.

He pushed inside with relative ease and both boys moaned loudly once they were finally connected. Blaine bottomed out and held for a moment, kissing tenderly at the back of Kurt’s neck and stroking down his front with his wiped clean hand. “You feel so good.”

“So do you.” Kurt grunted, pushing forward and back to start a rhythm. “It never- uhh- it never feels like this with anyone else,” he admitted breathlessly.

Blaine held him closer at that and took over the rocking of their hips so it was nice and slow. “For me too.”

They absorbed the moment of honesty and let themselves fall further into each other. They usually tried not to verbalize their feelings, for fear of it becoming too real, too strong, and for them to stop being able to perform for others. But it was there. Always. Hidden inside until moments like these brought it to the forefront.

And Kurt couldn’t feel guilty for it this time. He needed it, needed Blaine’s unconditional love, to soothe his aches from earlier that night.

He had been shaky when he’d left his assignment, the adrenaline of having used his safeword for the first time coursing through his system, and had clung to Mr. Walden like a newborn foal. He knew he would eventually have to tell Blaine what happened, and probably the others too, but for now he just wanted to bask in the warmth of his best friend pressed against his back.

On the next stroke, Blaine rubbed along his prostate and Kurt’s body bowed in pleasure. He rutted against the mattress in front of him and rolled back into Blaine with every thrust. The delicious drag of Blaine’s cock along the tight rings of muscle at his entrance sent sparks dancing along his every nerve until his hips started bucking more erratically.

Blaine covered him with more of his weight, giving him leverage and the proper angle to piston his hips just right. He licked the sweat from Kurt’s shoulder and sucked on the nob at the base of his neck as they moved together faster and faster.

Finally, Kurt reached back with his one free hand and gripped Blaine’s ass to shove him in as deeply in as possible. With a few more strokes like that the curly-haired boy was coming with an incoherent yell. Kurt groaned as he felt come coat the inside of him and ground his hips down into the bed three more times before coming himself.

Blaine pulled out slowly and eventually rolled over to retrieve some cleansing wipes from the bedside table. Kurt shivered at the momentary lose of warmth, then sighed happily when his friend returned. They made quick work of cleaning up and transferred themselves over to Blaine’s bed, too tired to change the sheets on Kurt’s.

Blaine cuddled Kurt close to him, hugging him with one arm around his shoulders, one around his lower back and their legs interlocked so they were just one big mass of warm flesh. Kurt gazed up at him through sleepy eyes, twirling the curls at the base of his neck, and murmured, “Thank you.”

Blaine smiled softly in response, kissing the top of his head and squeezing him affectionately.

——

The next morning, Blaine opened the door to find Sebastian asleep sitting propped up against the hallway. He smiled fondly down at him, laying a hand on top of his drooped head for a moment to absorb some of the other boy’s stability, then reaching lower to shake his shoulder softly.

Sebastian woke suddenly and blinked up at Blaine.

“I’m gonna go get us some coffee.” Blaine trailed his fingers along the other boy’s jaw, rubbing his 5 o’clock shadow and smiling internally at how he knew Kurt would enjoy it. “Mind keeping an eye on him?”

Sebastian nodded quickly, standing up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He pecked Blaine on the cheek with a grateful “thank you” as the shorter boy walked past him down the hall and then he ducked into the bedroom.

…to be continued