is this the place i've been dreaming of?

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“You have entirely way too much faith in me. Have you forgotten the Gap Attack already?” Blaine teases, kissing back. He gives Kurt’s waist a squeeze and pulls away, moving to pick up their bags. He shoulders his duffle and shifts Kurt’s bag into the same hand, offering his free arm to Kurt with an exaggerated wink. He’s being silly in an effort to lighten the mood, wanting to start their staycation off on a chipper note, even before they leave the apartment.

“Well, Mr. Hummel. Shall we go? I can’t promise romance but I assure you that an adventure of epic proportions awaits us.” Blaine steers them both towards the door, swiping his keys off the table. He turns to lock the door behind them before offering Kurt his arm again, leading him towards the elevator. “I hope we get to see a panda. I love pandas!”

“Shh, we don’t speak of that,” Kurt laughs softly, linking his arm with Blaine’s. “I still judge you for justifying marriage by the fact that you would have gotten a fifty percent discount at the Gap. I mean, really…if you’re going to justify marrying something for a clothing discount, you should have been marrying someone from Chanel or Dolce and Gabbana.” He winks, following Blaine out of the apartment. This was it, this was the real test. 

Kurt has to say, the banter between them makes it easier to step foot outside. They haven’t been this relaxed probably since they got engaged, and truth be told, he missed it. “A panda, B? Is that why you not so subtly suggested a hotel next to the zoo?” He shakes his head a little, resting his head on Blaine’s shoulder as the elevator doors slide shut. “I should have known you had ulterior motives for that suggestion.”

Blaine levels a look of disbelief at Kurt, shaking his head slightly. “Kurt. You of all people know that I have zero fashion sense. A GAP discount was the mecca of fashion for me, okay? How else was I going to afford cardigans and argyle socks?” Blaine bumps his hip into Kurt’s a little, grinning. “Of course, now I realize that I only have to be friends with someone to cash in on the GAP discount.”

He punches the button for the bottom floor as the doors slide shut, turning to Kurt with a pout. “I will have you know that I was totally subtle. Like a ninja.” He presses a kiss to Kurt’s forehead, smiling a little to himself. “We haven’t been to the zoo here, yet, and I thought it would be a perfect place for a date, should we be bothered to leave the hotel room.” Blaine throws Kurt a saucy wink as the doors open and they step.

Blaine’s careful to keep the mood light enough to distract Kurt and he keeps their pace even and without hesitation, so Kurt doesn’t have a chance to get second thoughts. Blaine gets them outside and into the sunshine in nothing flat, already attempting to hail a taxi while still keeping protectively close to Kurt, but not so close that it’s obvious. “I don’t think I will ever get used to New York traffic.”

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“Oh, fuck!”

Everett’s orgasm catching him completely by surprise, the vibrations from Cameron humming around him sending him right over the edge. His hips snap forward uncontrollably, forcing his cock back and deep in Cameron’s mouth as he releases hot spurts down the back of his throat.

He slumps back against the wall, legs refusing to hold him anymore as he slips out Cam’s mouth and he slides down the wall, body tingling pleasantly. It feels like it takes all the effort in the world to open his eyes but when he does, he’s greeted by Cameron’s face, lips red and raw and completely fucked open. Ev’s cock gives a half-hearted twitch and he moans at the sensitivity.

“Did you save a taste for me?”

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Blaine waits until Kurt’s completely drifted off before he lets himself relax further. He closes his eyes and lets himself drift towards sleep, knowing that he won’t sleep deep just in case Kurt needs him. His lasts coherent thought before sleep claims him is of Kurt and only Kurt.

Everett’s cum hitting the back of his throat is surprising, but definitely not unwelcome. Cameron swallows all he can, a little bit remaining on his tongue as the elder man slides out of his mouth and down to the floor in front of him. He has half a mind to swallow it down too, until Everett asks if he’s saved a taste. Nodding coyly, Cameron leans forward, sliding his tongue against Everett’s. His own mouth is raw and it almost hurts to move his lips the way he is, bruised and swollen, but he’ll be damned if it isn’t worth it to see the look on Everett’s face when he pulls away.

“Love you, Ev.”

Everett groans against Cameron’s mouth, chasing the taste of himself with his tongue. It’s dirty and filthy and so completely hot and Everett’s cock gives a half-hearted twitch of interest, as though it’s considering round two already.

“C’mere,” he all but growls out, using what energy and brain cells he’s got left to haul Cameron closer, forcing him to straddle his thighs as he reaches between them to get at Cameron’s cock. “So fucking hot, Cam. Love you so much.”

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Everett wants to say something, wants to keep this going a little bit longer, but Cameron’s sucking his cock down before he can even get a word out and his knees almost buckle at the sensation, his hand flying out to hold himself up against the wall and doorframe.

“F-Fuck! Cameron!” Everett’s dimly aware that he’s being loud and probably disturbing his brother and his fiancé but he can’t seem to catch his breath fast enough to control himself. He rocks his hips up, cock sliding in and out of Cameron’s mouth and he wasn’t going to do this, not yet, but he can’t help but rock his hips harder, fucking Cameron’s mouth.

“S-so hot. Such a pretty little mouth.”

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“Baby, I promise to be here until you don’t need me anymore.” Blaine presses a kiss to Kurt’s temple, lips lingering a few seconds. Kurt needs his sleep; Blaine knows the last few days haven’t been easy on him and he knows that he’s partially to blame for it. Instead of giving in to the gnawing guilt, Blaine just holds Kurt tighter, softly singing his favorite lullaby.

“Honey is for bees, silly bear.

Besides there’s jelly beans everywhere.

It’s not what it seems in the land of dreams

Don’t worry your head just go to sleep.

It doesn’t matter how you feel, life is just a ferris wheel

It’s always up and down, don’t make a sound.

When you wake up the world will come around.

When you wake up the world will come around.

It’s just the sweet weather and the peacock feathers

In the morning it will be all better

It’s not what it seems in the land of dreams

Don’t worry your head just go to sleep.”

Cameron smirks a little—well, as best he can—with Everett’s cock in his mouth, satisfied that the elder man is having this kind of reaction, despite their brothers in the room next door. There’s something satisfying about how the head of Everett’s dick is hitting the back of his throat with each thrust, rough and dirty.

After a moment or two, he decides to give up the innocent act, reaching up and starting to massage Everett’s balls, humming lightly as he does so. He turns his eyes up once more, never breaking his rhythm.

—-

“I’ll always need you,” Kurt whispers, giving a final yawn under his breath, a little smile on his face as he listens to the lyrics. He doesn’t fight the weight of his eyelids anymore, letting sleep overtake him as Blaine sings softly in his ear, this time floating off into a dream instead of a nightmare.

There’s laughter and smiles, and a beautiful New York skyline in the background just over the hill of the house. A little girl and boy—twins—cling to his legs in the kitchen as he bakes cookies, his pregnant belly covered by an apron. Blaine walks in the door, and their kids run to their father, their shrieks of “Daddy!” filling the kitchen. His husband kneels down, hugging the two children tightly before he stands to kiss Kurt’s cheek, hands rubbing against the younger man’s stomach. It’s perfect, everything Kurt wants the future to be, everything he hopes happens in Blaine’s and his life. 

“Oh, fuck!”

Everett’s orgasm catching him completely by surprise, the vibrations from Cameron humming around him sending him right over the edge. His hips snap forward uncontrollably, forcing his cock back and deep in Cameron’s mouth as he releases hot spurts down the back of his throat.

He slumps back against the wall, legs refusing to hold him anymore as he slips out Cam’s mouth and he slides down the wall, body tingling pleasantly. It feels like it takes all the effort in the world to open his eyes but when he does, he’s greeted by Cameron’s face, lips red and raw and completely fucked open. Ev’s cock gives a half-hearted twitch and he moans at the sensitivity.

“Did you save a taste for me?”

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Blaine waits until Kurt’s completely drifted off before he lets himself relax further. He closes his eyes and lets himself drift towards sleep, knowing that he won’t sleep deep just in case Kurt needs him. His lasts coherent thought before sleep claims him is of Kurt and only Kurt.

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Blaine widens his eyes dramatically, looking convincingly upset. “How did you figure out my surprise? I’ve been planning it since you made the reservations. I thought I would surprise you and pamper you until you were sick of me.”

Blaine makes a dramatic pouty face, but there’s a hint of a smile teasing around the corners. He’s only half joking; he really did call the hotel and request to have champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries waiting in their room and he did plan to pamper the hell out of Kurt, but it’s not as soul-crushing as he’s playing it off to be. “You know I’m not romantic. How am I supposed to top that?!”

Kurt buries his face into the pillow of their bed, groaning softly. “B, I’m sorry. Leave it to me to ruin the surprise.” Peeking up after a moment, Kurt can see the smile playing across Blaine’s lips, and he can’t help but glare at his fiancé. “You’re terrible, why do I even keep you?” He says with a laugh, throwing a pillow, purposely missing the other man.

“Come on, if it’ll make you feel better, let’s go, and you really can feed me strawberries and we can sip champagne and spoil me rotten, for lack of a better way to put it.” Kurt stands up, draping his arms around Blaine’s shoulders and pressing a kiss to his lips. “I’m sure you’ll find a way to top it. You always do, darling.”

“You have entirely way too much faith in me. Have you forgotten the Gap Attack already?” Blaine teases, kissing back. He gives Kurt’s waist a squeeze and pulls away, moving to pick up their bags. He shoulders his duffle and shifts Kurt’s bag into the same hand, offering his free arm to Kurt with an exaggerated wink. He’s being silly in an effort to lighten the mood, wanting to start their staycation off on a chipper note, even before they leave the apartment.

“Well, Mr. Hummel. Shall we go? I can’t promise romance but I assure you that an adventure of epic proportions awaits us.” Blaine steers them both towards the door, swiping his keys off the table. He turns to lock the door behind them before offering Kurt his arm again, leading him towards the elevator. “I hope we get to see a panda. I love pandas!”

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Grinning widely, Blaine jumps up and moves to their closet, unable to resist shaking his ass a little as he goes. Seeing Kurt smile, even a small one, is like watching the sun come out on a rainy day and Blaine’s determined to see more of it, whatever it takes.

Pulling on Kurt’s favorite long-sleeved henley and a pair of dark skinny jeans, Blaine grabs his shoes and moves over to the dresser to grab a pair of socks before returning to the bed to put them on. “So, I’m thinking we should take full advantage of this weekend and order room service like we’re actually on vacation. What do you think?”

Kurt can’t help but roll his eyes playfully, his smile widening as his fiancé shakes his ass on his way to the closet. “You, darling, are an absolute weirdo, but I wouldn’t have you any other way.” Kurt can honestly say he wouldn’t. Blaine may be a goof, but that’s the Blaine Kurt fell in love with all those years ago.

He can’t help but lick his lips a little as Blaine walks out of the closet, dressed in that grey henley and skinny jeans that hug his torso and legs in all the right places. “Ahh, room service…right. Yeah, that sounds perfect,” He pauses, standing up and straightening out his own clothes. “In fact, I don’t ever plan on leaving the bed. I expect you to feed me strawberries and champagne in between the times we make love.” Kurt’s teasing, of course. He’s not that high maintenance. “You don’t really have to that though, B…but room service does sound pretty amazing.”

Blaine widens his eyes dramatically, looking convincingly upset. “How did you figure out my surprise? I’ve been planning it since you made the reservations. I thought I would surprise you and pamper you until you were sick of me.”

Blaine makes a dramatic pouty face, but there’s a hint of a smile teasing around the corners. He’s only half joking; he really did call the hotel and request to have champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries waiting in their room and he did plan to pamper the hell out of Kurt, but it’s not as soul-crushing as he’s playing it off to be. “You know I’m not romantic. How am I supposed to top that?!”

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Holy. Fuck. Everett is pretty sure that it’s nothing short of a miracle that keeps him from coming right then and there. The image Cameron paints flashes across his closed eyelids and his cock gives an interested twitch in response. Swallowing roughly, Everett forces his eyes open again and looks down at Cameron.

“You have been an awfully bad boy. Virgins aren’t this good at giving head. Who’ve you been practicing on, boy?”

Everett slaps Cameron’s face when he doesn’t answer quick and though it isn’t too hard, his palm print blooms red on the pale, sensitive skin and another wave of heat rolls through Ev. “I asked you a question.”

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“I hate being away from you. Late nights in the studio suck because I’d rather be here with you. I don’t sleep well when you’re not next to me.”

Rubbing Kurt’s back, Blaine lets his eyes droop closed, inhaling the scent of the man next to him, relaxing into the warm weight of Kurt in his arms. “Sleep, baby. You need it. I will be here when you wake up.”

Cameron gasps a little as Everett’s open palm makes contact with his face. The slap is hard enough that he feels the satisfying sting across his skin, but not so hard that any kind of permanent mark will be left. 

“N-No one, sir.” Cameron whispers, the most innocent of  whimpers escaping his lips. “I just…know what I want, thats all.” He stops stroking Ev’s cock, biting his bottom lip a little. “Just let me suck your cock, sir…you won’t regret it, I promise.”

Before the other man can protest, Cameron takes him fully into his mouth, thankful whatever gag reflex he had, had disappeared long ago.

—

“I know the feeling,” Kurt whispers sleepily, cuddling as close as he can to Blaine. If he had his way, neither of them would have to work the long hours that they do, often to just make ends meet. He’d rather it be that way, however, than them losing everything they’d worked for up to this point. Everything aside, he was glad Blaine was willing to work so hard, even at a job his fiancé didn’t necessarily care for, just so they could have a life at all.

“I’m scared, B. I don’t want the nightmares to come back,” His protest to sleep is weakened as he yawns, longer and more deeply this time. “You promise you’ll be here if they come back? You promise you’ll be here even if they don’t come back?”

Everett wants to say something, wants to keep this going a little bit longer, but Cameron’s sucking his cock down before he can even get a word out and his knees almost buckle at the sensation, his hand flying out to hold himself up against the wall and doorframe.

“F-Fuck! Cameron!” Everett’s dimly aware that he’s being loud and probably disturbing his brother and his fiancé but he can’t seem to catch his breath fast enough to control himself. He rocks his hips up, cock sliding in and out of Cameron’s mouth and he wasn’t going to do this, not yet, but he can’t help but rock his hips harder, fucking Cameron’s mouth.

“S-so hot. Such a pretty little mouth.”

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“Baby, I promise to be here until you don’t need me anymore.” Blaine presses a kiss to Kurt’s temple, lips lingering a few seconds. Kurt needs his sleep; Blaine knows the last few days haven’t been easy on him and he knows that he’s partially to blame for it. Instead of giving in to the gnawing guilt, Blaine just holds Kurt tighter, softly singing his favorite lullaby.

“Honey is for bees, silly bear.

Besides there’s jelly beans everywhere.

It’s not what it seems in the land of dreams

Don’t worry your head just go to sleep.

It doesn’t matter how you feel, life is just a ferris wheel

It’s always up and down, don’t make a sound.

When you wake up the world will come around.

When you wake up the world will come around.

It’s just the sweet weather and the peacock feathers

In the morning it will be all better

It’s not what it seems in the land of dreams

Don’t worry your head just go to sleep.”

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Cameron Hummel is a lot of things. Jaded, a fucking tease, pretty on his knees and so fucking good with his mouth. The first time they’d fooled around, Everett was sure he’d died and gone to blowjob heaven because never in his life had he ever felt a mouth so good. Somehow, every single time just keeps getting impossibly better.

Everett bites his lip hard against a moan, his fingers tangling deep and tight in Cameron’s hair, hips rocking gently with the the movement of the other boy’s mouth. He wants to fuck his mouth, get it all nice and red and puffy, tight around his cock, but he’s trying - and quickly slipping - to stay “in character” and a cocksucking virgin like Cam can’t handle that. Not yet.

Eyes half-lidded, Ev reaches down and strokes Cam’s jaw gently with his thumb and he can feel the way Cameron’s mouth moves around his cock, can feel the suction both through his cheek and on his dick inside his mouth. A hot flash of pleasure shudders through Everett and he almost loses it right then.

“You sure you’ve never done this before? You’re pretty good.”

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“We’re gonna be okay, Kurt.” Blaine wiggles impossibly closer and he lets go of Kurt’s waist with one arm to reach up and lace his fingers with Kurt’s left, feeling the cool of his ring on Kurt’s finger. It still gives him shivers to think that Kurt’s his, forever and for always.

Bringing their joined hands up and back, Blaine presses a kiss to Kurt’s ring, fingers squeezing. “I love you. We’re forever. No matter what gets in the way or what we have to overcome, we’ll reach the end together.”

Cameron sits up on his knees a little, pulling off Everett with a soft pop. “Yes sir. Absolutely positive. Never done this before at all.” He smirks mischievously, wrapping his hand gingerly around the elder man’s erection, starting to pump slowly.

“I want you to teach me a lesson. I’ve been a bad boy, speaking out of turn. I want you to fuck my mouth with that big cock of yours until my eyes water and my jaw aches. Maybe slap me around a little. But you aren’t going to let me taste your cum. I was too bad for that. When you’re close, you’re going to stop and come on my face because that’s what a naughty boy deserves,” Cameron whispers, licking his lips a little. “But then again, what would a little virgin like me know about that kind of thing?” Winking, he takes Everett back into his mouth, humming ever so slightly.

—

“I love you too, B. And I’m glad you’re my forever. I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else,” Kurt smiles a little at the contact of Blaine’s lips against his skin. Between his fiancé’s warm body against his, and the general lack of sleep both from the night before and since the attack overall, Kurt’s limbs and head felt heavy. 

Letting out a soft yawn, Kurt turns over in Blaine’s arms, nuzzling his nose into the older man’s neck. “‘M glad you’re home, I always miss you when you’re gone.” Even before the attack, Kurt had always slept easier when Blaine was next to him. He supposed it stemmed from the occasional sleepovers in high school that had turned into Blaine practically moving into the Hudson-Hummel house—not that anyone in said house minded, of course. On the rare night that Blaine wasn’t there, however, Kurt slept just a little less easy and worried just a little bit more. Needless to say, the time they spent apart in college had been hell and Kurt looked forward to every visit they got together over the various breaks and the summertime. 

Holy. Fuck. Everett is pretty sure that it’s nothing short of a miracle that keeps him from coming right then and there. The image Cameron paints flashes across his closed eyelids and his cock gives an interested twitch in response. Swallowing roughly, Everett forces his eyes open again and looks down at Cameron.

“You have been an awfully bad boy. Virgins aren’t this good at giving head. Who’ve you been practicing on, boy?”

Everett slaps Cameron’s face when he doesn’t answer quick and though it isn’t too hard, his palm print blooms red on the pale, sensitive skin and another wave of heat rolls through Ev. “I asked you a question.”

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“I hate being away from you. Late nights in the studio suck because I’d rather be here with you. I don’t sleep well when you’re not next to me.”

Rubbing Kurt’s back, Blaine lets his eyes droop closed, inhaling the scent of the man next to him, relaxing into the warm weight of Kurt in his arms. “Sleep, baby. You need it. I will be here when you wake up.”

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Blaine can’t help but gather Kurt up in his arms, even as his own heart is breaking for his fiancé. Blaine’s been here and he knows how it feels but it doesn’t mean that he ever, ever wanted Kurt to have to experience it, alone or otherwise. He wishes he could tell him that it will get better overnight or that he had the means to just wave a wand and make it better and it kills him to know that there is nothing he can do but promise to be there for Kurt.

He presses his face against Kurt’s neck, holding on to him tightly, eyes shut tight. He can’t break down and cry now, not when Kurt needs him to be strong for him, for the both of them.

“I know. I know it doesn’t feel like it’s ever going to get better and everything outside of this apartment is absolutely terrifying. But I swear, Kurt. It will get better and you won’t always be scared.”

He pulls back to look at his boyfriend, his beautiful, precious, Kurt and he makes sure never to break eye contact. “No one expects you to get over this overnight, Kurt and we all know that it’s going to take time for you to recover. It’s not going to be like this forever and if it means staying in our apartment forever until you are completely comfortable leaving it, then so be it. I don’t care. As long as you’re safe and comfortable.”

Blaine presses a kiss to Kurt’s lips, hands bracketing his face. “But I know you. You’re strong and brave and fucking amazing. You’re gonna beat this, gonna conquer it and when you come out on the other side, you’re going to be so much stronger and braver than I ever thought possible. You won’t be scared for the rest of your life because you’re Kurt Hummel and I believe in you.”

A small, choked sob escapes Kurt’s lips, his eyes welling up with tears as Blaine speaks. What did he ever do to deserve the man in front of him? What did he ever do to deserve the words of encouragement and affection that were coming from that same man’s mouth? He leans his forehead closer so it’s resting against Blaine’s, turning his cheek slightly to nuzzle into the other man’s palm. Kurt knows that if he were to say that he was too scared to leave the house right now—that he wanted to forget the hotel and just stay in their bed and watch movies the rest of the night—that Blaine wouldn’t chastise him or even oppose it. For the briefest of moments, Kurt considers it, the words on the tip of his tongue.

Then, he looks into Blaine’s eyes. There’s hope there. There’s optimism there. Most of all, however, there’s strength there, and that’s all Kurt needs to return Blaine’s kiss, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Put some clothes on, and let’s go,” He says, tapping Blaine’s bare backside lightly. “As much as I love seeing you naked, I’d prefer not to share that view with the rest of New York City.”

Grinning widely, Blaine jumps up and moves to their closet, unable to resist shaking his ass a little as he goes. Seeing Kurt smile, even a small one, is like watching the sun come out on a rainy day and Blaine’s determined to see more of it, whatever it takes.

Pulling on Kurt’s favorite long-sleeved henley and a pair of dark skinny jeans, Blaine grabs his shoes and moves over to the dresser to grab a pair of socks before returning to the bed to put them on. “So, I’m thinking we should take full advantage of this weekend and order room service like we’re actually on vacation. What do you think?”

Blaine probably shouldn’t have been so harsh to Everett and he’ll regret it and apologize later, but right now, all he can focus on is Kurt. Kurt, who’s carrying their child and looking utterly distraught as Blaine opens the door. He can hear Cameron yelling about something but he can’t really be bothered to care at the moment.

Slipping into the bathroom, Blaine shuts the door behind him, locking it and drops to the ground, abandoning his phone as he approaches Kurt. He pulls his fiancé into his arms, tucking Kurt’s face into his neck as he rubs soothing circles on his back.

“Shh, baby. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

Blaine isn’t sure he will ever forgive his brother for hurting Kurt like this.

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Everett is trying to stuff his clothes into his backpack but his eyes are stinging with unshed tears and every time he closes his eyes to blink them away, Blaine’s words shine back at him, glaringly bright, making his heart crumple in his chest.

He’s the same selfish, arrogant asshole he’s always been.

He’d end up leaving anyway. I’m just speeding up the process.

It’s not the first time he’s been called selfish or arrogant and he’s heard ‘asshole’ enough in his life that he almost answers to it. But it stings in a way that it never did coming from Blaine, the literal other half to his whole. He knew that Blaine hated the way that Ev couldn’t let go, that he wouldn’t move on and stop making him choose, that he wouldn’t stop loving him. Everett just hadn’t realized that in reality, Blaine hated him.

He stuffs the last of his clothes into his bag and they’ll be a wrinkled mess later when he pulls them out, but Everett figures that he probably won’t need them where he’s going. He pauses as he steps into the hallway, backpack slung over one shoulder and he wants to say something to Cameron, something to change the way he’s curled in on himself as he stands outside the bathroom, head bent and pressed against the wood door. But he doesn’t know what to say, what could possibly make this better. He’s pushed too hard and gone too far and he’s pretty sure that this time, hearts won’t heal.

Shutting his mouth, Everett moves in the opposite direction, towards the front door. He pauses again, with his hand on the door, the other clenched in a fist, jaw set, waiting waiting for Blaine to change his mind, to take back what he said but it never comes. Twisting the handle roughly, Everett slips out the door, shutting it quietly behind him before slipping down the stairs and into the night, doing his best to fade into the shadows and disappear.

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Everett groans as Cameron looks up at him, the very picture of innocence. They’ve fucked enough for him to know just how innocent Cam isn’t, but fuck if he doesn’t play the part well. Reaching down, Ev tangles his fingers in Cameron’s hair, deciding to play along.

“You ever sucked a cock with that pretty little mouth of yours, Cameron?” Ev’s voice is ragged and raw and he knows that it’s only going to get worse before the night is over. Cameron is the only person on the planet capable of making him scream. “I’m gonna fuck it up so nice, make your lips so plump. You’ll never want another cock than mine when I’m through with him.”

Gripping Cam by his hair, firm enough to guide but loose enough he can get away if he wants, Ev directs him towards his straining cock, hips bucking a little in anticipation. “Show me what you can do.”

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Eyes closed, Blaine basks in the glow of having Kurt safe and sound in his arms again. The last couple weeks have been hard as hell on the both of them and Blaine wants to savor this moment.

After a few minutes, he pulls back, reaching up to wipe Kurt’s tears away. “Come on. Let’s go to bed. I want to hold you properly.”

Standing, Blaine gently tugs Kurt up until he’s standing, tucking him in against his side as close as is physically possible for them to still be able to walk and maneuvers him to their bedroom. He gets Kurt situated on the bed before climbing on after him, pressing in close as he can, tucking his face into Kurt’s neck, tangling their feet together.

“This feels better.”

“No, sir. Never sucked any cocks before.” Cameron sits up on his knees a little, bracing his hands against the door. Okay, maybe he’s getting a little too into this whole innocent act, but he can’t really help himself, and when Everett pulls on his hair, Cameron nearly drops the act right then and there. Somehow though, he manages to maintain his composure, keeping his eyes wide as Everett guides him.

“Such a big cock you have. I don’t know how I’m ever going to do this.” Cameron licks his lips a little, turning his eyes down. Of course he can do this; he has done this, but once again, he’s pushing the boundaries with Everett, testing to see what the other man likes, or may not like.

The younger man flicks his tongue across the head of Everett’s erection before taking it completely into his mouth. He’s going to take his time with this.

—

The cotton sheets of their bed are cool against Kurt’s skin, Blaine’s body a warm, but not unwelcome contrast. This is the most at ease Kurt has felt since he came home from the hospital, his fiancé’s breath tickling his neck, and the strong arms he’s come to know so well wrapped around his middle. Kurt rests his left hand next to his face, looking at the ring Blaine gave him. It was funny how such a small thing could carry such big implications. 

“I hate when we fight or are at ends with each other,” Kurt whispers after a few moments of silence, closing his eyes. “I know that it happens and that not everything can be perfect all the time, because that’s just not healthy, but that doesn’t mean I like it when it does happen.” He exhales through his nose. “No matter what though, I’ll always love you, B.”

Cameron Hummel is a lot of things. Jaded, a fucking tease, pretty on his knees and so fucking good with his mouth. The first time they’d fooled around, Everett was sure he’d died and gone to blowjob heaven because never in his life had he ever felt a mouth so good. Somehow, every single time just keeps getting impossibly better.

Everett bites his lip hard against a moan, his fingers tangling deep and tight in Cameron’s hair, hips rocking gently with the the movement of the other boy’s mouth. He wants to fuck his mouth, get it all nice and red and puffy, tight around his cock, but he’s trying - and quickly slipping - to stay “in character” and a cocksucking virgin like Cam can’t handle that. Not yet.

Eyes half-lidded, Ev reaches down and strokes Cam’s jaw gently with his thumb and he can feel the way Cameron’s mouth moves around his cock, can feel the suction both through his cheek and on his dick inside his mouth. A hot flash of pleasure shudders through Everett and he almost loses it right then.

“You sure you’ve never done this before? You’re pretty good.”

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“We’re gonna be okay, Kurt.” Blaine wiggles impossibly closer and he lets go of Kurt’s waist with one arm to reach up and lace his fingers with Kurt’s left, feeling the cool of his ring on Kurt’s finger. It still gives him shivers to think that Kurt’s his, forever and for always.

Bringing their joined hands up and back, Blaine presses a kiss to Kurt’s ring, fingers squeezing. “I love you. We’re forever. No matter what gets in the way or what we have to overcome, we’ll reach the end together.”

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 Kurt’s Song is one that Blaine finds himself humming or singing almost absentmindedly, especially when he’s thinking about his fiancé. He just can’t help it.

Stepping out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, towel wrapped around his waist, Blaine uses another to dry his hair, the terry cloth momentarily obstructing his view of their room.

Dropping the towel in the hamper, Blaine starts to move towards their closet when he catches sight of Kurt’s face and he pauses, a frown sliding over his features. Forgoing clothes for the time being, he moves towards the bed and settles next to Kurt, reaching out to take his hand.

“Kurt?” He gives Kurt’s hand a squeeze and gives him a half-smile, concern still in his eyes. “A penny for your thoughts?”

Kurt hesitates a little as he opens his eyes, looking into Blaine’s concerned ones. He doesn’t want to tell his fiancé this, but he has to. He can’t and shouldn’t do this alone because he promised Blaine he would make more of an effort to try not to let this just his own burden. If Blaine didn’t want to help him, he wouldn’t have said so, right? Besides, even if Kurt tried to deny anything was wrong, he knew that Blaine would see right through it. Six years together gave them each the ability to read the other like a book, and at times it was like a blessing and a curse.

“I’m just…a little scared to leave the apartment, that’s all,” He says, looking at their hands laced together, his pale skin a contrast against Blaine’s slightly more tanned complexion. The healing cut is an angry red mark on the side of his forearm, just above his wrist. “In the back of my mind, I know it’s an irrational thought, and that if anyone tried to get to me that you’d stop them, but still, that irrational part is outweighing the rational part that’s telling me that nothing will even try to touch us when we leave this apartment. I realize I have to get back to the real world eventually, that I can’t be scared my entire life,” Kurt pauses, taking a shaky breath. “But what if I am scared for the rest of my life, B? What if I can’t overcome this?”

Blaine can’t help but gather Kurt up in his arms, even as his own heart is breaking for his fiancé. Blaine’s been here and he knows how it feels but it doesn’t mean that he ever, ever wanted Kurt to have to experience it, alone or otherwise. He wishes he could tell him that it will get better overnight or that he had the means to just wave a wand and make it better and it kills him to know that there is nothing he can do but promise to be there for Kurt.

He presses his face against Kurt’s neck, holding on to him tightly, eyes shut tight. He can’t break down and cry now, not when Kurt needs him to be strong for him, for the both of them.

“I know. I know it doesn’t feel like it’s ever going to get better and everything outside of this apartment is absolutely terrifying. But I swear, Kurt. It will get better and you won’t always be scared.”

He pulls back to look at his boyfriend, his beautiful, precious, Kurt and he makes sure never to break eye contact. “No one expects you to get over this overnight, Kurt and we all know that it’s going to take time for you to recover. It’s not going to be like this forever and if it means staying in our apartment forever until you are completely comfortable leaving it, then so be it. I don’t care. As long as you’re safe and comfortable.”

Blaine presses a kiss to Kurt’s lips, hands bracketing his face. “But I know you. You’re strong and brave and fucking amazing. You’re gonna beat this, gonna conquer it and when you come out on the other side, you’re going to be so much stronger and braver than I ever thought possible. You won’t be scared for the rest of your life because you’re Kurt Hummel and I believe in you.”

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Kurt’s attack and the tension between the two of them had left Blaine more than a little scatterbrained, his focus and drive completely non-existent. Inability to stay focused wasn’t too terribly bad when he had to run errands for his boss, a list clenched between his white knuckles, completely wrinkled and sweat-smeared by the time he returned back to the office, but when it came to studio time, that was a whole other matter.

Blaine wasn’t actually recording any of his own stuff - and maybe that just made his lack of focus and input even more alarming and worrisome - but he couldn’t even bring himself to give valuable concrit or focus long enough to help record some of the individual instrumental tracks. His boss finally pulled him aside and ordered him to go home, telling him that he wasn’t allowed to come back until at least things between him and Kurt were fixed, but to take as much time as he needed to be with Kurt. Blaine suspects that it’s about 40% concern for Blaine and Kurt and 60% concern that Blaine will blow their chances at signing some big name artists. He figures he should be lucky that Ron even cares at all.

Being at home has made him absolutely stir-crazy, though. He’s done more than his fair share of pacing and aimless wandering through the loft (he’s pretty sure that he could totally win an Olympic medal, were it a sport.) When the tension got too thick and his dark thoughts threatened to consume, he forced himself to go outside and do the grocery shopping or spend a couple hours in Central Park.

Now that he and Kurt are on good terms again, it hasn’t been so bad in the apartment because he gets to cuddle his fiancé as much as he wants and spend hours in bed wrapped around him. He’d even found some of his inspiration again, much to his relief.

Which is why he’s spent the last however many hours days up to his nose in sheet music, constantly scribbling notations and chords here and erasing and re-writing who sections there. Blaine’s hardly left his office, save for necessary bathroom breaks and more often than not, he falls asleep over his guitar, only to wake up on the leather couch they’d placed in there for moments exactly like this, still half-asleep as he scrambles to get down the thread of song that’s looping through his head. He’s pretty sure that he hasn’t eaten, his stomach growling loudly to attest to that, and he’s not sure if he’s showered recently.

Kurt’s voice startles him and he looks up, glasses perched on his nose, brows furrowed in slight confusion. “It’s time to go already?” He glances at his watch, eyes widening. “Oh, shit. Kurt, I’m so sorry. I just lost track of time.”

Blaine stands and sets the guitar he was holding on its stand, taking a moment to stretch, arms high above his head, shirt riding up a little. He surveys the tornado-y hot mess that is creative process, mouth twitching a little at the corner. He’s made a lot of progress in a short amount of time, completely five songs and in the middle of three more. They don’t all have lyrics and he doesn’t think they’ll all fit for his personal album that he’s working on, but he’s looking forward to showing them to Ron.

Turning off the lamp on his desk, Blaine steps away from it before he’s tempted to add just a little more to the song he’d been working on, shutting the door behind him with a ‘click’ as he crowds into Kurt’s personal space, face lifting up for a quick kiss.

“I just need to shower real quick. Then we can go.” He wraps an arm around Kurt’s waist to pull him in to another, deeper kiss before letting him go and shuffling into their bedroom, pulling his clothes off as he heads for the bathroom. “Ten minutes!”

Kurt laughs a little to himself as his fiancé all but shoots down the hallway, stripping his clothes off as he goes. It’s the first time in a long time that Kurt can remember laughing, but it’s good—it feels good, anyway. Setting the bag he had packed down in the hallway, Kurt almost immediately follows Blaine’s path, picking up the scattered clothes and putting them in the hamper by their closet.

He then closes his eyes and lays back down on the bed, listening to Blaine sing in the shower, and instantly recognizes the lyrics. They’re from a song Blaine had written him when they were seventeen and celebrating their first official year as a couple together. Kurt remembers how he thought Blaine had forgotten, and was just about to text him to chew him out when there was a knock at his back door. His dad, Carole, and Finn were all out of the house, and he had gone downstairs to find Blaine in the still chilly March air, guitar in hand and a picnic basket at his feet. As soon as Kurt had opened the door, Blaine had started to sing, and any anger Kurt had at that point simply melted away.

Say, wasn’t that a funny day?
Gee, you had a funny way, a way about you.
A kind of glow of something new.
Sure, I’ll admit that I’m the same.
Another sucker for a game kids like to play,
And the rules they like to use.

It had been years since Kurt had heard Blaine sing that particular song, but even so, the words and the implied melody behind them instantly put Kurt at ease. That seemed to be true about mostly everything Blaine did. Just having him in the apartment was a relief, even if he was putting in the long hours he was so famous for. Kurt knew that if he needed him, that Blaine was just a trip down the hallway away, and that was more than enough to help him relax more times than not.

Sighing, Kurt props himself up on his elbows, wincing a little. The bruises were fading and the cuts were healing, but from time to time, he’d get little flashes of pain if he put too much pressure here, or put too much weight there. He rolls to his side, grazing his fingers along the jagged cut on his arm from when he had been shoved down. They had bandaged it up, but told him that it wasn’t deep enough to need stitches. Kurt knew once the wound had healed, there would be a scar; a constant reminder of what he had been through. Adrenaline instantly starts pumping through his veins, and he has to close his eyes again focusing instead on reassuring himself. It won’t happen again. They aren’t here now. You’ll be safe. They’re not going to get you if you leave the apartment. If anyone tries to get to you, Blaine will be there to protect you.

He’s so focused on his thoughts that he doesn’t even hear Blaine get out of the shower, much less notice the way his fiancé looks at him.

 Kurt’s Song is one that Blaine finds himself humming or singing almost absentmindedly, especially when he’s thinking about his fiancé. He just can’t help it.

Stepping out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, towel wrapped around his waist, Blaine uses another to dry his hair, the terry cloth momentarily obstructing his view of their room.

Dropping the towel in the hamper, Blaine starts to move towards their closet when he catches sight of Kurt’s face and he pauses, a frown sliding over his features. Forgoing clothes for the time being, he moves towards the bed and settles next to Kurt, reaching out to take his hand.

“Kurt?” He gives Kurt’s hand a squeeze and gives him a half-smile, concern still in his eyes. “A penny for your thoughts?”

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Everett hadn’t meant to let those words slip out, especially not in the heat of the moment, but he couldn’t take them back. Frankly, he didn’t want to. Even if the time was terrible or he’d never ever planned to say them - he’s Everett James Anderson, he doesn’t do love and attachment - he doesn’t mean them any less. Somehow, in that incredibly frustrated and unlikely way that he has, Cameron’s managed to work his way under Everett’s skin.

When Blaine had mentioned that he thought Everett and Cameron would be good together, Ev had scoffed and rolled his eyes. It was common knowledge that the two hated each other. Anyone with eyes could see that. Even though they were so alike in so many ways, Everett and Cameron couldn’t seem to regard each other with anything more than disdain.

Still, in another desperate attempt to make his brother happy, he’d let Kurt and Blaine set him up with Cameron. Where they couldn’t seem to stand being in the same room together without almost coming blows had translated into wonderful things in the bedroom. Both were more than practiced at working out their problems through sex and the fact that neither one backed down and constantly scrabbled for dominance meant that their sex life was neither dull or boring. Sex with Cameron was honestly the best that Everett had ever had.

Somehow, angry, aggressive sex had turned into cohabitation and before Everett knew what was happening, he was falling hard and fast. Damn those Hummel boys.

Everett feels a little exposed, leaning up against the door with his pants around his ankles, Cameron on his knees, their confessions hanging heavy between them. He figures it’s probably fitting, just like them to blurt out confessions of love while using sex as a distraction from everything. It might be typically them, but it doesn’t stop Everett from wanting to do a little bit normal and romantic.

Before he can second-guess himself, he reaches down and pulls Cameron up on his feet, gently tugging him in for a searing kiss, more gentle and tender than any experienced between the two of them to date. He easily licks Cameron’s mouth open, but he holds back, keeping it sweet and soft instead of their usual rough and dirty. When the need for air becomes pertinent, Everett pulls back, pressing a tender peck to Cam’s full lips. “Well? It’s not going to suck itself.”

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Blaine finally, finally looks up at Kurt, lashes wet and heavy with tears against his cheeks. He wants to argue, wants to push Kurt until he gives him the guilt-trip he deserves, until Kurt looks at him with the same disgust and disappointment Blaine directs at himself, but he knows that won’t solve anything and most likely, Kurt will end up feeling even worse later on, blaming himself.

Swallowing, Blaine tampers down the self-loathing and desire to have his worthlessness reaffirmed - surely, it can’t all be in his head. Kurt’s tears are proof that isn’t - and leans into Kurt’s touch, eyes slipping shut again. Kurt’s palm is warm against his face and it sends sparks through his whole body and suddenly, Blaine realizes how little he’s seen or touched his fiancé since the attack and it makes his heart clench.

Rising up on his knees, Blaine presses into Kurt’s space, wrapping his arms tightly around him as he buries his face in Kurt’s neck. “I love you so much, Kurt. I’m going to be here for you every step of the way. I promise.”

When Everett pulls him up, Cameron half expects the other man to push him away, tell him it’s crazy, anything but the kiss he gives him. It’s hot and sweet all at the same time, a combination Cameron never expected from Everett. The hot part was all but a given, but the sweet—that was something completely new. It’s certainly not unwelcome, however as Cameron lets his eyes fall shut, enjoying the kiss while it lasts.

“Well, it isn’t going to suck itself.” There’s the Everett Cameron has come to know, and, well, love.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Cameron smirks, returning Everett’s quick kiss before sinking back down to his knees. He holds the elder man’s hips tightly and teases the inside of Everett’s thighs, nuzzling them with his nose and placing strategic bites just hard enough to mark. Everett was his, after all.

When he finishes teasing, he looks up at Everett, making sure to keep his eyes wide as to appear as innocent as possible, knowing that it drove the other man simply crazy. “How bad do you want this, Ev? How bad do you want my hot little mouth around that beautiful dick of yours?”

Okay, so maybe he wasn’t quite done teasing.

—-

“I know I couldn’t do this without you,” Kurt chokes out, grasping to Blaine, simply  desperate for his touch. “Ev and Cam do what they can, but they just…aren’t you.” He whispers, feeling the tears run hot and fast down his cheeks. This is all he’s wanted since last night, to be close to Blaine and have Blaine be close to him.

After a few moments, Kurt relaxes a little, finally sure that Blaine won’t be going anywhere for the time being. His tears ebb to a stop and he takes a deep, albeit shaky, breath. “I love you too, more than anything, B. You’re the only one I want to fight these battles with. You’re the only one I can fight these battles with.” Kurt closes his eyes, threading his fingers through Blaine’s curls. “And I promise, I’ll work on asking for help, and you will be the one I turn to, whether you’re with me or not. I’ll always come to you first.”

 Everett groans as Cameron looks up at him, the very picture of innocence. They’ve fucked enough for him to know just how innocent Cam isn’t, but fuck if he doesn’t play the part well. Reaching down, Ev tangles his fingers in Cameron’s hair, deciding to play along.

“You ever sucked a cock with that pretty little mouth of yours, Cameron?” Ev’s voice is ragged and raw and he knows that it’s only going to get worse before the night is over. Cameron is the only person on the planet capable of making him scream. “I’m gonna fuck it up so nice, make your lips so plump. You’ll never want another cock than mine when I’m through with him.”

Gripping Cam by his hair, firm enough to guide but loose enough he can get away if he wants, Ev directs him towards his straining cock, hips bucking a little in anticipation. “Show me what you can do.”

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Eyes closed, Blaine basks in the glow of having Kurt safe and sound in his arms again. The last couple weeks have been hard as hell on the both of them and Blaine wants to savor this moment.

After a few minutes, he pulls back, reaching up to wipe Kurt’s tears away. “Come on. Let’s go to bed. I want to hold you properly.”

Standing, Blaine gently tugs Kurt up until he’s standing, tucking him in against his side as close as is physically possible for them to still be able to walk and maneuvers him to their bedroom. He gets Kurt situated on the bed before climbing on after him, pressing in close as he can, tucking his face into Kurt’s neck, tangling their feet together.

“This feels better.”

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Save for the doctor’s appointments and the disastrous attempt at going to his work, Kurt hadn’t left the apartment since coming home from the hospital. Even in broad daylight, he felt like he could be jumped just going to check the mailbox at the side of their building. More and more, however, he was feeling like he was cooped up, and that his agoraphobia that had developed as a result of his attack needed to be conquered. He knew he couldn’t do it alone, so, swallowing his fear, he had tweeted Blaine, asking his fiancé if they could perhaps get out of the apartment.

After Blaine had suggested they stay at a hotel for the weekend, Kurt had readily agreed. He would find a place close by, and they could walk or ride the subway there together. In turn, Kurt could also gauge his readiness to be out in the world again, and even if he wasn’t ready, they’d be able to get to the hotel rather quickly.

Cameron, of course, had caught him looking at hotels and had taken offense. (“What the hell are you doing? Are you kicking Ev and me out? That’s not fair, Kurt, kicking your own brother and, and…his boyfriend…out.”) Kurt had silently made a note of the fact that Cameron had referred to Everett as his boyfriend, before calmly explaining to his twin that Blaine and himself would be merely leaving for the weekend just to get out of the apartment, and to please not have sex on their bed (he knew Cameron had tuned him out after “leaving for the weekend,” but still, he had to try). Kurt found a place only a few stops on the subway away, and immediately booked a room for two nights. It was a little pricey, but he and Blaine deserved it, right?

After packing a bag for the two of them with only a few essentials—just because they would be in a hotel didn’t mean Kurt wasn’t going to keep up with his skincare regimen, and just because they wouldn’t be leaving the room didn’t mean they shouldn’t have at least one change of clothes for when they left—Kurt made his way down the hall to the office where his fiancé was still hard at work, scribbling notes on various pieces of paper strewn around the desk.

“Hey, B,” He says softly, leaning against the doorframe, a little smile on his face. “I’m ready to go whenever you are.”

Kurt’s attack and the tension between the two of them had left Blaine more than a little scatterbrained, his focus and drive completely non-existent. Inability to stay focused wasn’t too terribly bad when he had to run errands for his boss, a list clenched between his white knuckles, completely wrinkled and sweat-smeared by the time he returned back to the office, but when it came to studio time, that was a whole other matter.

Blaine wasn’t actually recording any of his own stuff - and maybe that just made his lack of focus and input even more alarming and worrisome - but he couldn’t even bring himself to give valuable concrit or focus long enough to help record some of the individual instrumental tracks. His boss finally pulled him aside and ordered him to go home, telling him that he wasn’t allowed to come back until at least things between him and Kurt were fixed, but to take as much time as he needed to be with Kurt. Blaine suspects that it’s about 40% concern for Blaine and Kurt and 60% concern that Blaine will blow their chances at signing some big name artists. He figures he should be lucky that Ron even cares at all.

Being at home has made him absolutely stir-crazy, though. He’s done more than his fair share of pacing and aimless wandering through the loft (he’s pretty sure that he could totally win an Olympic medal, were it a sport.) When the tension got too thick and his dark thoughts threatened to consume, he forced himself to go outside and do the grocery shopping or spend a couple hours in Central Park.

Now that he and Kurt are on good terms again, it hasn’t been so bad in the apartment because he gets to cuddle his fiancé as much as he wants and spend hours in bed wrapped around him. He’d even found some of his inspiration again, much to his relief.

Which is why he’s spent the last however many hours days up to his nose in sheet music, constantly scribbling notations and chords here and erasing and re-writing who sections there. Blaine’s hardly left his office, save for necessary bathroom breaks and more often than not, he falls asleep over his guitar, only to wake up on the leather couch they’d placed in there for moments exactly like this, still half-asleep as he scrambles to get down the thread of song that’s looping through his head. He’s pretty sure that he hasn’t eaten, his stomach growling loudly to attest to that, and he’s not sure if he’s showered recently.

Kurt’s voice startles him and he looks up, glasses perched on his nose, brows furrowed in slight confusion. “It’s time to go already?” He glances at his watch, eyes widening. “Oh, shit. Kurt, I’m so sorry. I just lost track of time.”

Blaine stands and sets the guitar he was holding on its stand, taking a moment to stretch, arms high above his head, shirt riding up a little. He surveys the tornado-y hot mess that is creative process, mouth twitching a little at the corner. He’s made a lot of progress in a short amount of time, completely five songs and in the middle of three more. They don’t all have lyrics and he doesn’t think they’ll all fit for his personal album that he’s working on, but he’s looking forward to showing them to Ron.

Turning off the lamp on his desk, Blaine steps away from it before he’s tempted to add just a little more to the song he’d been working on, shutting the door behind him with a ‘click’ as he crowds into Kurt’s personal space, face lifting up for a quick kiss.

“I just need to shower real quick. Then we can go.” He wraps an arm around Kurt’s waist to pull him in to another, deeper kiss before letting him go and shuffling into their bedroom, pulling his clothes off as he heads for the bathroom. “Ten minutes!”