let's make some loooooove

The weather began to warm after a month or two. On the day of the court meeting with Ethan, Kurt stood outside Blaine's school, waiting on him to come down from class and head to the courthouse.

"Kurt?" he heard a voice call to him. It was familiar and strong. Ben.

Kurt turned to see the professor, more muscular and broad than even the first time he met him. "Ben...hi. What are you doing here?"

"I had a meeting with the board here. How about you? I thought you finished school," Ben adjusted his bag on his shoulder, shifting on his feet. He looked...nervous.

"Not quite...I may not be going back..." Kurt slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

"Why not?" Ben tilted his head. Blaine came out, his red scrubs slightly stained with his black backpack slung over his shoulder. He stilled when he saw Ben and Kurt.

"Blaine, hey," Kurt beckoned him over and he slowly made his way over, not taking his eyes off Ben.

"Wow, you've really made it, huh?" Ben smiled at him, taking in his appearance.

"I'm learning third semester level courses...only been here two months," Blaine shrugged. Kurt could feel tension between the two of them. He knew Blaine always held resentment toward the professor because of his and Kurt's previous relationship and, though he wouldn't admit it, his disease.

"They've advanced him in the class. He's been doing very well...they say he could get his degree in less than a year."

Ben seemed genuinly astonished. "That's amazing, Blaine. Congratulations."

"Yeah...thanks," Blaine smiled and nodded tightly. "We need to go."

"Yeah, yeah...it was great to see you again, Ben," Kurt hugged the man. He returned it tightly. Blaine glanced away, his jaw tightening.

"We should get together sometime. Catch up," Ben glanced at the two of them.

Kurt nodded and waved goodbye as he took Blaine's hand and they started walking toward the courthouse.

"How was school?" Kurt asked.

"Fine," Blaine answered shortly. Kurt furrowed his brow.

"Is your head hurting again?"

"I barely notice anymore..." he answered again.

Kurt stopped him and turned him to face him. "What's wrong, honey?"

Blaine sighed and looked back toward the professor, who was on his phone. Kurt sighed and cupped Blaine's face with his hands.

"Don't worry about him...I'm with you..."

"That's not the problem," Blaine turned out of Kurt's grasp and started walking.

"Then what is?"

"He's not brain damaged, Kurt," Blaine continued walking, not looking up as Kurt hurried to catch up.

"No, he's not...and neither are you-"

"Think about it," Blaine snapped around, eyes swimming slightly. "Ever since my surgery, I've been having problems...They fixed me they said...but I'm always tired, I get horrible headaches, you even said I've blacked out before! I find myself in places and don't even remember getting there! You can't tell me that it worked!"

"It did, Blaine...you're doing well in school, your walking around-"

"For how long?" Blaine sniffed. Kurt couldn't answer him. "They never said it was forever...what if it's not?"

Blaine slumped his shoulders a little, his bag sagging a little causing him to readjust it. Kurt sighed and pulled Blaine close, burying his nose in his curly hair. Blaine had a point. Everything that was happeneing to him seemed to point to his surgery...something had gone wrong and how much longer would it be until he lost everything again...or died. Kurt tightened his arm around Blaine.

"We'll worry about it later...right now we have a hearing," Kurt pulled back and rested his head on Blaine's forehead. Blaine sighed.

"Fuck...I forgot about that. Just one more thing..."

"One more thing we'll get through. It's almost over, ok?"

Blaine looked up into Kurt's eyes and tilted his head. "How are you always so optimistic?"

Kurt smiled and kissed the tip of Blaine's nose. "One of us has to be."

"Thank God that's over," Blaine slumped down on the bench outside the court room, undoing the buttons on his suit jacket he had changed into when he arrived. Kurt joined him and took his hand.

"And it's one more thing we don't have to think about...it's over, he's in jail."

Blaine let out a relieved laugh and nodded. "He deserves it...god, it was so scary seeing him again...he looked so mad at me..."

"I imagine he was...but who cares," Kurt leaned his head onto Blaine's temple. Melanie, Puck, Debbie and Vic came out of the courtroom.

"That little bastard deserves whatever is coming to him," Debbie plopped down next to Blaine and gripped his hand. "How you doin', sweetie?"

"Better, I guess...it's definitely a huge weight lifted," he ran his fingers through his hair, briefly pausing to massage his temple. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Markus. You were amazing."

"It's Mel," the beautiful lawyer smirked and winked. "And there's no need to thank me. I was happy to do it."

"Why don't we go home and I'll fix something for dinner...we could get some wine and watch a movie..." Kurt ran his fingers over Blaine's wrist. "We haven't done anything like that in a while..."

Blaine looked up and met Kurt's gaze with a warm smile. "I'd like that."

Kurt kissed his lips and helped him up, catching Blaine's elbow when he swayed a little.

"You alright, son?" Vic braced Blaine's other side.

"Y-yeah," he stammered and internally cursed himself for it. "I mean yes...just stood too fast, I guess."

Kurt wrapped an arm around his waist- not holding him up, just holding him- and the walked slower than they normaly would have. Kurt didn't want to make Blaine feel like an invalid.

That night, they sat at the table, lights dimmed with red wine and lasagna and dizzy giggles. It was the most relaxed Kurt had seen Blaine in a long time.

"It's good to see you laughing," Kurt took a sip of his wine, looking at Blaine over the rim of the glass. Blaine's eyes sparkled in the candle light.

"It feels good...you always make me forget about everything. Sometimes, I can even swear my head stops hurting."

Kurt reached up and grazed his fingertips over Blaine's cheek. "I want you happy...if I can make you forget, I'll start trying to remember what I'm doing," he laughed.

"Just...being you," Blaine kissed his fingertips. His eyes fluttered closed and Kurt softly traced his lip with his middle finger. It was almost erotic. Blaine's lips parted slightly and his warm breath heated his fingers. Kurt's heart was hammering in his chest when Blaine's eyes finally opened slowly and they were dark. Kurt slowly stood and crossed to Blaine's side of the table, sitting on the edge and cupping Blaine's face.

"You are so beautiful," Kurt stared openly and shook his head. "It's staggering sometimes."

"Not as beautiful as you...inside and out," Blaine rested his hand over Kurt's heart where Kurt gripped it and squeezed.

"Kurt?" Blaine looked up. There was a bit of apprehension and maybe even a bit of nervousness in his eyes, but Kurt gave his hand a reassuring sweep of his thumb over his knuckles- an old trick.

"What is it, baby?"

Blaine stood slowly, a couple of inches taller than Kurt now that he was sitting on the table. He took Kurt's hand and brought it to the button of his shirt.

Slowly, he helped Kurt unbutton each one. It was a bit harder than doing it himself, but Kurt picked up on it and helped him out.

"I love your body," Kurt slid the shirt off over Blaine's shoulders and ran open palms over his shoulders and chest. Blaine took in a deep breath and leaned into Kurt's ear.

"I want to give it to you," he whispered and Kurt's hands stilled.

"A-are you sure?"

Blaine leaned back up and brought Kurt's hands around his waist. "Since Ethan, I've felt so out of control...like I didn't belong to myself anymore. Today, I got it back...it was like everything he did was void. Now that I'm back in control, I want you to show me...how it really is...making love, I mean."

Kurt's breath was ragged with Blaine's confession- half from the tightness in his throat and half from anticipation. Blaine leaned down and kissed Kurt's neck gently, almost teasingly.

"I know you've been holding yourself back, Kurt," he mumbled into Kurt's skin, making goosebumps rise. "Tonight, I don't want you to. Please..."

Kurt slid his hand up the back of Blaine's curls, twirling them between his fingers and placing kisses over his ear and cheek while Blaine worked to open Kurt's shirt. They became a bit frantic, fingers starting to fumble a little more with clothes as the sweat started to bead across their skin. Once down to underwear, Kurt led Blaine toward the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him without breaking eye contact with Blaine.

"You tell me to stop if it becomes too much," Kurt mumbled against Blaine's lips.

"I promise," Blaine answered and hooked his fingers in Kurt's underwear. With a quick glance at Kurt for affirmation, he slid the underwear down Kurt's thighs and took him in.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," Blaine said breathlessly. "Everything about you is beautiful, Kurt."

Kurt swallowed a burning lump in his throat and brought Blaine's chin up with his fingers, capturing his lips and pulling him close to him. Both of them exhaled sharply as their hips met and Blaine slid his hands around Kurt's lower back, fingers grazing his ass cheeks.

"You can touch me, it's ok," Kurt nibbled at Blaine's lip and Blaine slid his hands down, taking a handful of Kurt's ass and kneading, pulling their hips closer.

"Bed, baby," Kurt groaned and walked them backward until Blaine sat back and pulled Kurt down next to him. They lay back, Blaine sliding them up the bed and straddling Kurt's hips before taking his lips again.

"I'm gonna take care of you, Blaine," Kurt was lovingly stroking Blaine's back, open palmed and sure.

"P-please," Blaine whined and Kurt slid his hands down into Blaine's boxers, pushing them down and letting Blaine wiggle out of them. Kurt's breath was taken away at the body in front of him- toned, slim, and tanned, a perfectly trimmed pubic area with a hard, flushed cock that made Kurt's mouth water jutting upward to his belly button. Blaine looked a little nervous, chewing on his bottom lip.

"Come here, baby," Kurt found his voice and put out his hand for Blaine to take. He did and Kurt pulled him down to lie next to him. He fit his body next to Blaine's and felt his breathing becoming rapid.

"We don't have to, sweetie...we can just lie here just like this, you know that," Kurt pushed Blaine's hair back off his forehead.

"I want to," Blaine looked right at Kurt when he said it. "I'm just...it's dumb but I'm kind of self-conscious...I guess from what happened with Eth-"

"Don't talk about him, baby," Kurt ran his thumb over Blaine's lower lip to shush him. "And you should never be self-conscious...you're breathtaking," Kurt's fingers soothingly danced over Blaine's chest and stomach, not daring to go much lower than the middle. This was supposed to be calming. Blaine let out a shuddered breath, goosbumps rising under Kurt's fingers as he continued. Kurt leaned down and kissed gently over Blaine's eyebrow, cheek, temple, then his lips, slowly and lovingly. He took Blaine's hand and brought it up to his own cheek and Blaine cupped it, thumb stroking his cheekbone and the kiss growing in intensity.

"I'm ok, Kurt. I'm ready." Blaine said against his lips. Kurt pulled back and looked for a hint of apprehension and found none. He reached over into this nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom, placing the condom on Blaine's other side and popping the cap on the lube.

"I'll be slow," Kurt whispered and brought a lubed finger slowly down to his entrance. "Tell me if I need to stop."

Blaine nodded quickly, willing his body to relax. Once Kurt slid a finger in, his hand tensed, gripping Kurt's shoulder.

"Are you-"

"I'm ok," Blaine whined, raising his hips to get Kurt to move. "Keep going."

Kurt did as he promised, slowly working Blaine open with one, then two, then three fingers. Blaine's body noticibly melted in Kurt's arms and he was Blaine's frantic breaths and whispered begging forced him out of Blaine and to the condom he had on the bed next to them.

"I love you, Blaine," Kurt kissed him once he settled between Blaine's legs, one leg hooked in the crook of his elbow. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too," Blaine gave a dazed smile and Kurt captured his lips as he slowly slid into him. Blaine let out a harsh exhale and groan as Kurt pushed forward, his leg instinctivly tensing around Kurt's back. Kurt stayed still for a moment, placing kisses over Blaine's lips and neck and chest.

"Mmm, Kurt, move," Blaine slid his hand into Kurt's sweaty and pulled him up for a kiss. Kurt started a slow, even rhythm, not wanting to rush anything about what they were doing. It was amazing and nothing he had ever experienced before. It was as if the love between them were the blankets pooled around them, trapping them close and covering them to where it was as if they were all alone in the world.

They made almost fifteen minutes, Kurt stopping thrusting occasionally to simply take in the feeling of being inside Blaine and holding him and kissing him while Blaine fought back tears the he assured Kurt were good. Both were finally on the edge, tingling bliss clouding their minds and sending them both into a frenzy to finish.

Blaine reached down and wrapped his hand around himself, pumping in time with Kurt's thrusts. Kurt fell first, hips stuttering and a deep rumbling groan vibrating Blaine's chest. That was it for Blaine.

They settled their breathing, Kurt raising his head from Blaine's chest to gaze up into his eyes, looking for any sign of fear or regret, but Blaine gave him the warmest smile he had ever seen, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

"Thank you," he whispered, placing a kiss on Kurt's forehead. Kurt pushed Blaine's curls off his forehead and slid out of him slowly. They didn't bother to move and get cleaned up. Neither wanted to leave the other long enough to do so. Blaine settled into the curve of Kurt's shoulder and let out a soft breath.

"You're amazing, Kurt."

Kurt laughed softly and linked their fingers together. "I just gave you want you asked for, sweetie. I'm glad I did..."

Blaine leaned up and kissed Kurt passionately. The intensity of it was almost dizzying to Kurt, but he recovered and cupped Blaine's cheek.

"Kurt..." Blaine pulled away slowly. "Even if I...Even if this doesn't last...the repair to my brain...Don't ever let me forget you."

Kurt felt his throat tighten up. "Blaine-"

"Promise me?" Blaine looked directly into his eyes. Kurt sighed and brought Blaine's hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss to his palm and placing it to his own chest.

"Ok...I promise."

The bed was shaking. Why is the bed shaking, Kurt asked himself. He slid his eyes open slowly, trying to locate himself in the world between sleep and consciousness. Even in a conscious state, the bed was still shaking. It was still a little dark in the bedroom, dawn just barely over the city outside.

The bed continued to shake and Kurt began to notice the noises- choked-off gasps...

It didn't occur to Kurt that Blaine was the last person he saw in the bed with him. The last thing he saw before he went to sleep.

Kurt panicked. He threw on the lamp and turned to Blaine's side of the bed.

Blaine lay on his back, arched up off the bed and shaking furiously. His left hand was gripping tightly to the blanket at his hip and his eyes...rolled back in his head to where Kurt could only see the whites and a few vessels straining.

"Blaine!" Kurt jumped up and tried to pull Blaine into his arms, but the man was catatonic, body frozen in place as he seized and fought to inhale and exhale.

"Oh my god, oh my god," Kurt chanted, gripping Blaine tightly. He had no clue what he was to do. His mind raced back to everything he had heard Blaine say about nursing things that he had learned, but his frazzled mind was coming up blank. He grabbed his phone and dialed 911, then called Justin. He didn't want to be alone.

Through sobs and stuttered breaths, he told Justin what was wrong and the blond promised he would be right there. He dropped his phone, holding a still twitching Blaine in his arms.

"Don't you dare die on me, Blaine," he scolded into the boy's ear. Blaine couldn't hear him, but he didn't know what else to do. "Please, don't die on me. I love you and I need you!"

Blaine stilled slowly and Kurt was afraid to look. Afraid that, if he did, he would be staring at Blaine's dead body.


Kurt leaned back and Blaine was blinking wildly, eyes glazed and dizzy.

"Oh, thank God," Kurt pulled him into a tight hug and sobbed against Blaine's shoulder.

"I f-feel sick," Blaine stammered and Kurt jumped up, grabbing the garbage can in the corner and handing it to Blaine, letting him brace himself on it.

After Blaine finally threw up, he placed the garbage can beside the bed and drew his knees up to his chest. "E-everything hurts...what just happened?"

"I think you had a seizure," Kurt stroked his curls, thick with sweat. Blaine dropped his forehead onto his knees and let out a shaky breath.

"This c-can't be happening...and why the f-fuck am I st-stuttering!" he punched his own leg and stood off the bed, legs a bit wobbly. Kurt jumped up and grabbed him. Angry tears fell down Blaine's face. He looked lost- just like he did before when he couldn't read the menu at the diner and when he tried to write his name.

"Baby...stop," Kurt pulled him in and shushed him. Sirens sounded outside and Kurt sat Blaine down on the bed.

"I called the ambulance. I'm sure they know more about it than I do...Just let them take care of you."

Blaine stared at the floor, eyes holding a confused and angry look. Before he walked out of the door, he dropped to his knees in front of Blaine and held his face between his hands.

"We're gonna figure this out...we're gonna fix you..."

Blaine looked directly into his eyes. "You've said that b-before, Kurt...Th-they can't fix me..."

It broke Kurt's heart, hearing Blaine sound so defeated and seeing the pain in his eyes. With a sigh, he stood up and walked out to let the medics inside.