A/N: Here it is, the last chapter. Thank you all for hanging in there on this journey with me. Enjoy, and thanks for reading.
Blaine jostled his knee up and down under the lab table, and tried for a third time to light the flame under the bunsen burner.
"Dude, relax," his lab partner Kevin scowled at him. "We don't need to burn the place down."
"I can't-" Blaine checked the clock for about the fiftieth time since lab had started, but only half an hour had passed. "I should've asked to go to lab earlier this week."
"What's got you all worked up?" Kevin nudged Blaine aside and lit the burner, and settled their beaker over the flame.
"My boyfriend is coming to visit. He should be here by the time lab is over."
"Gotcha," Kevin said. "OK, here. I'll do the experiment, you record the data. And in two weeks, when my girlfriend comes in for a long weekend, you can return the favor."
"Okay," Blaine replied, and took the data sheet that Kevin slid across the table. He would have to pay careful attention, which meant that he couldn't think about Kurt, about kissing Kurt for the first time in six weeks, or about any of the number of things he wanted to do to Kurt, withKurt, before the weekend was over.
"Dude," Kevin laughed, waving a hand in front of Blaine's face. "Do I even want to knowwhat you're thinking about?"
Blaine blushed hotly. "No." He shook his head. "You most definitely do notwant to know."
"Focus, okay? We'll knock this out, and maybe we'll even be done early, and you can go be with your boy."
"Yeah, okay," Blaine said, and tried again to pay attention.
It went better, the second time around. He was able to follow along with the experiment, and he filled in all the boxes on Kevin's lab paper before copying the information carefully over into his own worksheet. He helped put away the materials, though Kevin carefully took all the glass items away to wash them before Blaine could break anything. They finished just before 3:30, and Blaine followed Kevin outside on shaky legs.
"Why am I nervous?" he wondered aloud.
"'Cause you haven't seen each other in weeks, and talking on the phone isn't the same. Not even close to the same," Kevin shook his head. "I'm all tied up in knots," he admitted to Blaine as they crossed the Quad. "Sarah's been gone for what feels like ages, 'cause she plays field hockey and had to report at the beginning of August. I can't waitto see her." He shrugged. "We've been together since we were 15. How about you and your guy?"
"Kurt? Oh. We've been together a little over a year, friends for two years." They came to the cross in the path where Blaine usually turned for the house. "I get off here. Thanks for the lab."
Kevin waved him away. "No worries. I got your back. Enjoy your weekend."
"I will," Blaine said with a smile, and he all but ran back to the house. He rounded the corner to climb the front steps, hoping that Kurt was already inside, and he pulled up short because Kurt wasn't inside, he was sitting on the top step of the porch with a backpack at his feet and a paperback book in his hand.
"Hey," Blaine whispered, and Kurt lifted his head from his book and blinked.
"Hi," he said, almost shy, and Blaine had to hold back from throwing himself into Kurt's space.
"I really want to kiss you," he said softly, stepping closer, "but I know I'm not going to be able to stop at kissing, and I don't want either of us to get in trouble for public nudity, so." He chewed at his bottom lip and held his hand out to Kurt.
Kurt took it and pulled himself to his feet, tucking his book into his backpack and shouldering it. "Yeah," he laughed. "That would be unfortunate. Take me to your room?"
"Yes." Blaine led Kurt inside, through the common room and up the stairs. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he didn't have words. He knew he didn't really need words, either, because he was going to be able to show Kurt, soon. So soon, he thought over and over as their feet moved them up and up and up, until he was fumbling his key in the lock and they were both tumbling into his room, backpacks making twin thudsas they hit the floor.
"Oh, god," Kurt said, voice rough and deep, just burying his face in the crook of Blaine's neck. "I forgot what you smell like. I missed you," he sighed, his arms around Blaine like a vise.
Blaine grabbed Kurt's head in both his hands and kissed him, hard and deep, until they were both breathless. "Not enough time," he growled out, his hands frantic against Kurt's clothes. "Please, Kurt. I need you."
Kurt kept kissing Blaine back, even as he tugged at his bootlaces with one hand. "Need you, too. So much, so much."
"Too many clothes," Blaine whined once Kurt's boots had been kicked into the middle of the floor and Blaine was left with just Kurt's dark jeans and button-down shirt to deal with.
Kurt cocked his head and smiled teasingly. "Says the boy in a hoodie. A hoodie, Blaine, really?"
Blaine stripped the offending sweatshirt over his head, as well as the t-shirt he had on underneath. "Easy to take off, and you're lucky I actually got dressed for class today. Yesterday I overslept and wore pajama pants to Spanish."
Kurt picked at the buttons on his shirt. "I send you to Iowa and you turn into such a boy."
Blaine pushed into Kurt's space, took his hand. "I've always been a boy," he said, pressing Kurt's palm against the front of his jeans, where he was hard and aching. "I've been like this all fucking day, Kurt. God. Please, get rid of your clothes because I need to fuck you before I die."
Kurt hummed, and worked the buttons slower. "So demanding," he said with a smirk. "I think I should make you wait."
"No waiting," Blaine pleaded. "Not. Enough. Time."
"I know," Kurt said, moving closer. "Help me, then." They peeled Kurt's clothes away together, and Blaine marvelled at how different Kurt looked even after just a few weeks. There were new, lean muscles in his arms and abdomen.
"The dancing is treating you well," Blaine said from his knees, running his tongue up from Kurt's bellybutton to circle a nipple.
"At least I'm getting something out of it," Kurt replied. "I'm not very good yet, especially at ballet."
"You'll get better. It's new." Blaine fixed his mouth right over Kurt's nipple then, and sucked hard.
"Oh," Kurt arched into Blaine's mouth. "I forgothow good that feels."
Blaine pulled back, let his eyes drink in Kurt's body. "You're so beautiful," he sighed, his voice breaking.
"Oh, baby," Kurt reached out and tugged him closer. "I'm right here. We'reright here, together."
"I want-" Blaine paused, licked at his lips. Took a deep breath. "I want so much, but I'm a little scared?"
"Why?" Kurt snaked an arm around Blaine's waist.
"I don't know?" Blaine leaned into Kurt's body, letting the calm relief of actually being together sort of settle into his muscle and bone. It felt like a whisper of the past, something slightly foreign in this new world. "It's like-" he started, paused, and tried again. "Like I don't know how wefit, together, when we're living different lives now."
Kurt trailed a gentle finger down the side of Blaine's jaw. "Do you remember our first time?"
Blaine laughed softly. "Of course. There wasn't enough time then, either."
"I'm not talking about time, silly boy. We were scared then, too. Everything was new. We didn't know what we were doing."
"We have a lot more experience now, though," Blaine said, shaking his head at the memory of those awkward fumblings that first night.
"True. But you're right that we're not the same boys anymore. Think of it like our second first time. We get to learn each other all over again." Kurt smiled, and leaned in to kiss Blaine so gently. "We get to take our time, Blaine, and that's such a good thing because I just want to spend hours doing this." He pushed gently on Blaine's shoulder, moved them both to stretch out on Blaine's bed, and moved his mouth, hot and wet, down the side of Blaine's neck.
"God, that makes me crazy," Blaine muttered, moving against the pressure of Kurt's lips.
"I know," Kurt grinned wickedly. "It's going to get so muchbetter than that."
As much as Blaine wanted to push, to take them both to the edge and fall over it time and again, Kurt made them go slow, hours seeping into days and kisses into touches into orgasms wrung from them both with hands and mouths and cocks.
They surfaced at odd times for cobbled-together meals, both of them reluctant to move more than a few feet from each other, and as soon as they were done eating they fell right back into each other to fill each other up, to get enoughto sustain them until Thanksgiving.
Blaine woke on Monday afternoon, the sun slanting in over both of them and Kurt wrapped tightly in his arms. "I love you," he whispered into Kurt's ear. "I love you so much. Thank you for coming to visit."
"Mmm," Kurt stretched. "Love you, too," he whispered sleepily. "How much time do we have?"
"Two hours before your shuttle." Not nearly enough time, anymore.
"Good," Kurt sighed, turning over and pressing a kiss to Blaine's nose. "I want to stay right here as long as I can. Just right here, in your arms."
"Yes, please," Blaine blinked around tears in his eyes, swallowed around the lump in his throat.
"Not goodbye," Kurt said, burying his face into Blaine's chest.
"No," Blaine said, "never goodbye." He tipped Kurt's face up, kissed him through both of their tears. He wanted to savor those last hours, wanted one more chance to lose himself in Kurt's body, let himself be taken.
It felt like minutes, really, in the end, even though Blaine knew that it hadbeen hours, both of them breathing rough and ragged and seemingly unending tears mixing with sweat and come.
"I love you," Kurt whispered, shuddering against Blaine's body. "I love you, I love you, I love you."
Blaine closed his eyes, giving in to his own release. He felt wrecked, shattered.
Broken, again, and Kurt had to leave.
He hatedhaving to put himself back together, alone.
"You're not alone," Kurt said, sitting up and peering at the clock before tugging clean clothes out of his backpack. "I'm not leaving you."
"How did you know?" Blaine wrapped his duvet around himself and watched Kurt dress, gather his dirty clothes from where they were scattered all over Blaine's room.
"I know because I love you." He tilted his head and held Blaine's gaze. "I've loved you since that first day on the stairs, and you're so much stronger than that boy was. You have your mom, and Carrie, and you alwayshave me."
Blaine shook his head. "I forgot what all of this felt like," he said, gesturing to the tangle of blankets, his own naked body. "I forgot what youfelt like."
"I know," Kurt sighed. "I did, too. But I remember, now." He sat on the edge of the bed and worked at tugging his boots on. "I remember what you feel like inside of me and around me, what you sound like when you come. How you taste. Your lips against mine." He blinked, and wiped tears away with the back of his hand. "It'll be okay. We'll beokay. Six weeks until Thanksgiving. We can do six weeks."
Blaine nodded, because it was true. They'd just done six weeks, and six more wasn't solong. And then it would only be less than a month until Christmas, the year broken down into these tiny spaces of time apart.
"Will it ever get easier?" Blaine unwrapped himself from his duvet and pulled on the first clothes he grabbed, his wrinkled jeans and hoodie from Thursday.
Kurt shrugged, shouldered his backpack and held his hand out to Blaine. "I guess it has to. I can't decide if we should hope for that or not."
"I don't know, either." Blaine shoved his keys into his pocket, and laughed when Kurt frowned at his bare feet. "I'm not planning on going anywhere, just downstairs and then back up here."
"Such a boy, and a lazy one at that," Kurt teased, and the giggle that bubbled out of Blaine's mouth felt bittersweet.
"You love me anyway," Blaine said, leading Kurt down, down, down the stairs.
"Always," Kurt whispered softly. "Always."
The shuttle was late, of course, but it gave them a few extra minutes together before they absolutely had to say goodbye. Blaine tried, but the words got stuck in his throat. Kurt didn't say anything, just held Blaine's head with one hand and kissed him hard.
"Don't forget," he said, calling over his shoulder as he walked to the shuttle. "Don't forget, because I won't. Not this time."
"Never," Blaine managed to croak.
He waited on the porch until the shuttle was gone, and then he went back up to his room, alone, to start again.
Epilogue: August 2016, Brooklyn, NY
Blaine scrambled around, frantically stuffing papers into his briefcase. "When did I become a guy with a briefcase?"
"When a backpack screamed I'm just out of college. You want your students to take you seriously." Kurt twisted the top on a travel mug of coffee, and slipped around one of the half-unpacked kitchen boxes to press it into Blaine's hand.
"I can't findanything in the briefcase." Blaine really wanted to go back to his familar backpack, but Kurt had been so excited when he'd brought the briefcase home, the only purchase he'd made with his employee discount.
"You'll get used to it," Kurt smiled, and kissed Blaine firm on the mouth. "Have a good first day, Mr. Anderson. Are you going to write after work?"
Blaine nodded, snagging his keys and subway pass off the table by the door. "I think I'll go to that little coffeeshop near school. You've got rehearsal late?"
Kurt nodded. "Till 9, I think, but if we get the new songs today then it might be even later. Don't wait up for me?"
"Thai or Indian for dinner?" Blaine hoped Kurt said Indian, because he could almost taste curry and saffron.
Kurt shrugged. "You pick. Either is great. Thankyou, for taking care of me."
"I'll get enough for leftovers, yeah?" Blaine tugged Kurt close for a hug, breathed in the scent of his shampoo.
"What're you doing?" Kurt looked at him quizzically.
"Remembering you," Blaine said with a smile. "Always remembering you."
"Still works, huh?" Kurt leaned against the wall, raked his eyes over Blaine's crisply pressed khakis, dark pink button down, and navy blue tie.
"Every day. You too?" Blaine stared at Kurt, who was rumpled and still a little drowsy, his chest bare and his pajama pants hanging low on his hips.
"Yeah." Kurt kissed him again and then opened the door and pushed him into the hall. "You don't want to be late on the first day."
"You know the best part of leaving for work?" Blaine called as he strode down the hall to the stairs.
Kurt shook his head, arms crossed over his chest. "What?"
"Coming home to you every night."
Kurt blushed, and ran his hand over his face. "Dork," he said with a little wave.
Blaine just smiled, and moved out into the world, into their city, remembering Kurt.