Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, if I did Kurt and Blaine would be getting together within the next two or three episodes.

There weren't many Kurt and Blaine stories out there. I thought they needed one. They should have gotten together after 'When I Get You Alone' but they didn't. But in my mind, they did. This is how I wished it would happen :)

This story is dedicated to: Rachel, my friend who inspired me all throughout and helped me make sure it stayed true to the characters.

This is the last chapter. I'm really sorry. But this isn't story isn't working for me anymore. I have to start over. I have to. So, this will be the last chapter and I will be writing the sequel soon, however you don't need to read this for the sequel. I'm sorry it's short, but it's time for this to end.

I LOVE EACH AND EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU FOR STICKING WITH ME.

I looked up at Santana with a surprised expression on my face, wondering why she was so interested all of a sudden. As she realized I noticed what she said, she held her head low, trying to make everyone forget about that comment. But Puck turned to face her, "Santana cares, now that's shocking!"

"What's so shocking about that?" She said, trying to hide her secret.

"Well it's you. You don't give a shit about anyone." Puck responded.

Santana looked over at Puck for a moment before biting her lip and just sinking into her chair. I looked up at her, wondering what was bugging her so. But with Santana, it was best to leave these things alone and let her come to us. Puck looked up over at me, "So, who here's up for some partying? I've asked Rach if we can use her house since her dads are out of town, so anyone up for it?"

Blaine shook his head, "No. I'm afraid to party with you guys."

"Why? We're tons of fun!" Santana said.

"The last time we partied, I woke up with the world's worst hangover. I wanted to just curl up and die, I'm not about to let that happen again." Blaine explained.

Puck chuckled, "Well we don't have to get that drunk, but I think we should play a couple of drunk games of Never Have I Ever and Truth or Dare. Life's just fun that way."

Santana pursed her lips, thinking for a moment as she looked around at her friends, afraid what they'd think. She was afraid of what they'd think of her, but she couldn't let them know that. A smirk fell across her face at the thought of learning strange and valuable secrets about her friends, "I'm in."

Brittany turned to face Santana with a smile on her face, "Me too."

I slid my hand up and down Blaine's thigh, "So are we."

Blaine's head snapped to face me, "WHAT?"

"It'll be fun."

…

That morning I opened my eyes, shifting, noticing Kurt curled up into my chest, clinging tightly to my waist. I smiled, leaning down placing a gentle kiss on my boyfriend's cheek, "Morning sweetheart."

Kurt groaned, as he curled more into my chest, "No."

I chuckled softly as I snaked my arm around his waist, pulling him closer, "Why?"

"No morning. Sleep forever."

"I'm afraid to find out what we did last night."

Kurt giggled, "Well I…"

Kurt's phone began to buzz, signaling a text message. He groaned and rolled over to reach for his phone on the bedside table, "It's Puck, he never texts me."

I rolled over so I was practically lying on top of him, "Well what's it say?"

"Dude, tell your boyfriend he's a fucking legend!"

Turning to face me Kurt raised his eyebrows, "What happened?"

As Kurt went through the twenty text messages we had we tried to figure it out, "From Mercedes, where'd you guys go? What did you wind up doing after that kiss and er…? From Santana, you go Hobbit, that's how you party. From Brittany, Dolphin where you go? From Rachel, I have nothing to say to you. From Finn, you're my little brother, that is not appropriate, and where the fuck did you go? From Puck, that's how you score Hummel. You were the life of the party."

I dropped my jaw as I listened to the messages he was reading out loud. Climbing off of him, I sat up, crossing my legs, running my hand through my hair, "What the hell did we do?"

Kurt placed his phone back on the bedside table and turned to face me, "I don't know. From what I can gather it was something rather sexual."

I fell backwards onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling, "This is why I told you I didn't want to party with your friends."

He curled up into my chest and looked up at me, "I don't know what Puck puts in those drinks."

"I don't ever want to know honey. I just don't want to ever drink like that again with them."

Kurt threw his leg over my body, straddling me, leaning down towards my face kissing me softly, "Nah, we won't."

I giggled as I ran my hands up Kurt's body to his face, "Can I help you sexy?"

"Just stay still."

I nodded my head as I moaned softly under my breath. He slid his hands down to my pants, pulling them off as he slid down my legs off me. Sliding my boxers off as well, he took my hard cock in his hand, pumping slowly. I could feel his hand sliding up and down me as I let moans escape my lips.

He gazed down into my eyes, eye fucking me. It took every ounce of me not to just grab him by the shoulders and push him onto the bed and fuck his brains out. I just wanted him inside me. Looking into those beautiful blue eyes, I snickered. His lips parted forming into a smirk.

He slid down my thighs, keeping his hand on my cock. I whined, staring into his blue eyes. Kurt slowly moved his head down, taking my cock in his mouth, sucking off the pre-cum leaking from me. His hand massaged my balls as he sucked his way down my cock. His tongue swirled around me, coating me with his saliva. I jerked my hips into his mouth, fucking him as he took all of me in his mouth, deep throating.

A loud moan escaped my mouth, loving how he felt around me. I'd always been amazed by the lack of Kurt's gag reflex; this was breathtaking. As he slid off me, he let his saliva fall down onto me. I growled under my breath, taking hold of the sheets as I could feel my cock hardening. The cum wanted to come out, it really did. Kurt saw this and with a swift flick of his hand I was coming all over my stomach and his hand.

I moaned, "Ku-" His hand stopped me, silencing me, not wanting to wake anyone up.

A smile fell across Kurt's face as he stretched over to the other side of the bed, grabbing the box of tissues and cleaning me up as I tried to catch my breath. Wiping the cum off me, he threw the tissue onto the floor before resting his head on my chest, "I love you."

"I love you too."

I'm really sorry it's so short and ended so abruptly, but I had to. In a way it ends on a cute note so hey! :) The sequel will be up soon, do not worry my dears. - squashedstarkid