And so Blaine tried not to eat more than necessary. He stopped with the chocolate while watching movies; he stopped with Nutella on his toast in the morning. Instead, he ate an apple.

And it worked, he lost a few pounds. He still wasn't anywhere as slim and beautiful as Kurt, but he was getting there. Maybe in a few weeks, he would have lost more and would actually be acceptable. He had no clue what Kurt was even seeing in him.

Right now, they were making out on his bed again; all tangled limbs and mingled breaths as Kurt straddled his boyfriend, his hands pushing under his shirt. Blunt fingernails ran over his skin and he bucked up into it. They had practice in that now, so his shirt was coming off within seconds. "You really are one little-"

And that was where Kurt stopped. Just like that, the cheeky smirk fell from his face and was replaced with a frown. "Did you lose weight?" he asked, his hands running over his sides, feeling hints of bones.

Blaine's face lit up a little. "Yeah. Do you like it?"

"No," Kurt said, still frowning and focused up at his face. "Why did you lose weight?"

"You don't? Oh, I- I'm sorry." He whispered, completely ignoring his last question as he attempted to hold back his tears. He wasn't good enough for Kurt, he never would be. He deserved someone better than him.

"Blaine!" Kurt shrieked and jumped off of him and instead settled down next to him, wrapping his arms around his neck. "Blaine, what is wrong with you?"

"Nothing, I'm sorry. I shouldn't –" he tried to free himself of Kurt's hold, no good whore cried into anyone's shoulder. They just dealt with it. And so should he. "Kurt, please." He whimpered. He was going to lose him if he kept this up. He needed to calm down.

And he needed to get back at it, so he reached down to undo his pants but Kurt's hand stopped his wrist. "Blaine, stop that and look at me." He demanded. And so Blaine did because he had promised to do what he was told. "What's wrong? You are different lately. You don't laugh anymore, you're acting like my very own personal slave and you look thin as hell." He ran a hand through his black curls and eyed him, waiting for an answer.

"Sorry," Blaine muttered again.

"Stop apologizing and tell me what's going on!"

"I thought you'd like that."

"Like what?"

"Me doing what you said, me losing weight. I mean look at you and then look at me…"

"But… Blaine!" Kurt wrapped his arms around him again, this time tight enough so he wouldn't be able to escape. "What made you think that?"

"You said… You called me your slut and all and… well it made sense. You said you were the only one who would put up with me and you're right. I just can't lose you Kurt, I can't. So I tried to make it up to you. I tried to be perfect. I'm sorry, I'm a complete failure."

Kurt's jaw dropped and his eyes widened. Oh god, this was all his fault. "Blaine, baby…" he cooed, willing the tears to stay were they were. "I was just saying that. I didn't mean it. Oh god, I'm so sorry." He whimpered and tugged him closer, resting his chin on the top of his head.

"But you said-"

"I know what I said. And it was stupid and not true. You are not my slut. I love you, I really do." He whispered and kissed the top of his head. "How long have you been feeling like that?"

"Since – since you started with the dirty talk."

"But… But that's been weeks!" he gasped. Actually, no, it had been longer.

"Yeah, I know." Blaine nodded slowly.

"Darling, look at me." Kurt begged, reaching down to tilt his chin up and force their eyes to meet. "I got too into it. You should have told me you felt this way. Why didn't you?"

"Because I was afraid of losing you. I thought if I didn't do what you told me, you'd go and find someone who is able and willing to give you what you need." He whispered brokenly.

Kurt let out a chocked sob and pushed at Blaine's shoulders until they were both lying down and he could properly cuddle him. "I'm so, so sorry. I'm sorry I made you feel and think like that. You're never losing me." He muttered as he watched Blaine scoot closer and wrap his arms around his waist.

Slowly he started to get a little more comfortable, gaining understanding for everything. He was still a little wary, but this was Kurt after all and he trusted him. He trusted him to say the truth, hence the fact that he had believed everything he had said.

So now that he was cuddled up against his warm, safe chest and that his hands were running soothingly through his hair and over his bare back, massaging gently, he started to feel better. He started to feel like Kurt really did like him for who he was and that he didn't really need to change.

"What now?" he asked quietly and inhaled deeply, revelling in the secure smell of his boyfriend.

"First of all, we need a safe word." Kurt suggested. "Just in general. So if things ever get like that again, we know when to stop." He explained into the black mop of hair as he thought about a good word. "How about Warblers? Because that was seriously safe there and I doubt either of us is going to say this during sex."

Blaine couldn't help but smile a little. He liked that. "Yeah." He agreed and nuzzled his face more into Kurt's chest.

"And now, we'll get you something to eat, alright? Jesus, Blaine, you can't just stop eating." He frowned and ran a hand down between them, feeling his stomach.

"I did miss my chocolate," Blaine smiled softly and heard Kurt chuckle over him. When he shifted to get off the bed, he coughed awkwardly. "Uhm, Kurt?"

"Yes?"

"I'm kind of…" he sat up a little gestured downward. With raised eyebrows Kurt followed his motions and his lips formed a little O.

"Well, I like cuddling…" he shrugged and nibbled on his lip.

Smiling softly, Kurt turned around and crawled back, straddling him and gently pushing him back into the mattress. "Let me take care of that." He whispered as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to his lips. "And no dirty talk, I promise." He nodded and Blaine sighed contently, letting his eyes fall shut.

This was what Blaine loved and what he could do for hours: feel Kurt's mouth working along his neck, nipping at the soft spot below his ear that made him moan before moving downwards, kissing over his collarbone and maybe even leaving a mark.

When he mouth moved further and reached one nipple, Blaine couldn't help but groan when he sucked it into it and twirled his tongue around it, making it peak before giving the other one the same treatment. His back was arching odd the back and into the mouth on his chest while he could practically feel Kurt smile against it.

All the while, he didn't talk, he didn't call him names, and all that escaped these beautiful, by now slightly swollen lips was an occasional moan or the mention of Blaine's name.

It took him a while to catch on; he was too focused on the feeling of this soft mouth on his skin that he didn't really pay much attention to where it was going. Only when he felt fingertips tickle on the inside of his thighs, he noticed how far Kurt had gone by now. Gasping, he clanked down as he boyfriend seemed to make himself comfortable between his legs before he smiled up at him again.

Well, it had been a while since they had done that the last time. But Blaine was withering just thinking about it already. Knowing how good Kurt's lips felt on his, he knew exactly just how good they could feel on other parts of him.

Kurt reached out and wrapped a gentle hand around the shaft of his boyfriend's cock, squeezing softly and making Blaine groan. His hips bucked up slightly which Kurt watched in delight as he pumped his hand a couple of times before he shifted and repositioned himself.

When he lips closed around the head of his cock, Blaine felt like he had gone to heaven already, this was too good to exist on earth. "Oh my god, Kurt!" he groaned and reached down to tangle his fingers up in his boyfriend's hair. He needed something or someone to hold on to, to keep him from soaring high into the sky and never coming back because this was what he felt like right now.

Kurt smiled around his cock and slowly trailed his tongue over it; just the way he knew Blaine liked it and that reduced him into a babbling mess. And it did. He was just muttering to himself, thanking every god that may or may not exist for being blessed with a boyfriend with a talented mouth like that.

As he watched his boyfriend's reaction, Kurt grinned slightly and slowly stared building up a rhythm, taking in as much as he could before almost sliding off again just to go back further a second later. He covered the part he couldn't fit into his mouth with his hand and stroked in time with his mouth.

"Shit, Kurt," Blaine groaned, unable to keep his hips from bucking up. But Kurt didn't pull back or choke, he simple draped one arm across his waist and gently pushed, trying to keep him from moving too much while he did his best to relax his throat.

His tongue trailed over the slit and back over the head and then it was suddenly tracing the vein on the bottom just before Kurt decided to him in appreciation of the sight in front of him. And the vibration and friction that caused was more than enough to send Blaine over the edge, crying out Kurt's name and his hips twitching uncontrollably.

Everything went white for a moment and when he was able to see and move again, he blinked down to see Kurt pull off of his now sensitive cock and lick his lips eagerly. If he hadn't just come, he would be hard again already. But that would be painful right now, so let's rather not go there.

"Wow, Kurt, that…" he mumbled sleepily as his boyfriend climbed back up and wrapped him up in his arms. "Amazing." Kurt agreed and leaned in to kiss his lips. Blaine could taste himself on him and couldn't help a quiet moan escape into his mouth at that. Kurt chuckled and hugged him closer.

"Next time one of us feels like that, we talk about it, okay?" he smiled and Blaine nodded against his chest.

"I love you, Blaine."

"I love you too, Kurt."

He ran a hand down his body to cuddle him even more, but when he accidently brushed over his crotch he remembered that he wasn't the only one with needs here.

"Oh, damn. Sorry, I'll just…" he reached for his zipper, but Kurt's hand stopped him, lacing their fingers together and pulling them up to his mouth so he could kiss every single knuckle.

"No," he whispered. "That's okay." He smiled down at his very sleepy looking boyfriend and fondly kissed his forehead. "Let's nap for a little bit." He suggested and Blaine sighed happily. Sleep sounded perfect right now.

"And when we wake up, I'll go find us a really big, really yummy chocolate bar." Kurt added with a grin and Blaine nodded in return, already half asleep.

Le Fin.