Summary: Karofsky's pled guilty but the fallout of his conviction sends tidal waves through McKinley High. It's hard enough to deal with the fallout, but it's even harder when no one knows just how far Karofsky's friends will go for revenge. Sequel to Invisible.

Warning: SMUT!

A/N: I really don't write smut. I really don't and yet… here I've written a chapter that is mostly that, albeit very sweet, reassuring, gentle smut, but still… I don't really write it. I hope I've done okay considering it's not really my forte.

Literally I think I panicked over this chapter even more than I did over the last and I seriously panicked over the last chapter. Honestly I had very little idea of what I was doing here. I hope it's to everyone's satisfaction. I'm still not totally happy with it, but I did promise it would be up today and I have to go to work soon and then I have a date afterwards so if I don't do it now it won't happen today at all.

Chapter 25 – Epilogue

Two Months Later

"So your aunt's at work?" Kurt asked in a quiet voice as he and his boyfriend stepped into Marina Anderson's darkened house and lightly kicked off their shoes.

"Until nine," Blaine confirmed in his normal volume, flicking on the hall lights. "Even if she was home you wouldn't have to whisper, you know."

Kurt let out a soft laugh and shook his head, "I guess so."

"Besides whispering would make her ask what we were up to," Blaine teased, pulling Kurt forward gently by the hand. "And even if she was home, we could have always gone to my mom's. I have a key and she's out to Westerville for the weekend; something about a meeting between my father and his lawyer."

Kurt bit his lip, sensing the lacing of discontent in Blaine's voice and let his fingers squeeze around the other boy's hand. "Is he still refusing to sign the divorce papers?"

Blaine shrugged, "He still thinks we're coming back."

"Still calling you?"

"Every other day," Blaine shook his head as he led them into the kitchen, "You'd think he'd eventually realize I'm never going to answer." He shrugged his shoulders again and opened the fridge, "You want a drink, or a snack or something?"

"We just had dinner," Kurt reminded him softly as Blaine closed the fridge without taking anything out. "You just want to change the subject." He grabbed both of Blaine's hands and started leading him down the now familiar hallway to the other boy's bedroom. "I can think of better ways to do that."

Blaine blinked dumbly for a moment, allowing himself to be lead into his own bedroom, before a small smile grew onto his face. He slid onto the made bed and let his hands wrap around Kurt's waist as the paler boy leaned down to press a zealous kiss onto his lips.

Fingertips found the hem of Kurt's shirt, before pulling it off gently and admiring what had lain underneath; the pale expanse of skin held tight over slender, toned muscles.

This was nothing new; not yet.

Kurt crawled up onto the bed with his boyfriend, his fingers repeating the actions Blaine's had done only moments before and carefully peeling off his boyfriend's shirt. The skin there was slightly darker, the muscles slightly more pronounced and lightly covered in a smattering of dark hair; and, to Kurt, perfect.

"Your jeans?" Blaine's voice was quiet and tentative as his hands brushed lightly over the plains of Kurt's stomach, stopping them before they went any lower. He chewed his lower lip for a moment.

Kurt always tended to waffle depending on his mood on whether he'd allow Blaine to move any further.

Kurt just nodded his head. Blaine's fingers slid lower and carefully unbuttoned the denim, before gently sliding them down the other boy's pale legs. He shrugged his own off soon after, leaving both boys lying on the bed in their underwear as Kurt's hands carefully pulled his boyfriend down to meld their lips together.

Blaine pulled back slightly and started trailing kisses down his jawline.

"Blaine?" Kurt whispered questioningly between the passionate kisses Blaine was now pressing down his chest and abdomen, leaving a fiery trail.

"Yeah?" He answered breathlessly, his hand brushing against Kurt's jaw. "You want me to stop?"

Kurt shook his head, "Opposite, actually. Um, feel free to say no, but- I think- I think I want to go a little farther now." He looked Blaine in his amber eyes seriously, his eyes reflecting love and trust. "I know you'll stop if I ask you to and I love you. I want- I want you Blaine, so much."

Blaine looked up carefully, "Are you sure? I could just-" he placed his hand by Kurt's inner thigh, stroking the soft skin lazily under the fabric of his boxers "-take care of you."

Kurt shook his head, "I'm ready for this Blaine- if you are."

"I'm just scared," Blaine admitted in a soft voice, "I don't want to hurt you."

"It's going to hurt anyway," Kurt knew he wasn't exactly being reassuring, but he had to let his boyfriend know the facts. Well he assumed Blaine already knew them, but it still had to be said, "The first time always does, but-"

"Oh I'm ready for that," Blaine looked suddenly relieved for some reason. "I know it'll hurt, but we'll take it slow and-"

"Wait a second," Kurt stopped him, propping himself up on his elbow with a slight frown, "You changed your tune awful fast."

"Well it's not exactly the same, is it?" Blaine questioned after a moment's thought. "I mean I know I had nightmares, but it doesn't have the same connotations for me as it does for you, does it?"

"Oh," Kurt shook his head shakily, "No Blaine. This time; this first time I want you to make love to me."

"But you said the first time-"

"You will be my first," Kurt told him, his eyes becoming wet. "You were my first kiss and now I want you to be my first lover, possibly my only lover. Actually I'm pretty sure I want you to be my only."

"I-I don't understand."

"Recently I realized something," Kurt whispered thickly. "I don't believe in a lot of things, but I do believe that firsts are given, not taken away. I gave you my first kiss and I'm giving you my virginity. The other time, it doesn't count. I can't count it. I know it happened and believe me it still hurts, but I can't count it this way; because- because it wasn't really about sex- and it definitely wasn't about love. It was all about power- and you and me, we're all about love."

"I love you too," Blaine whispered with a weak smile, "Promise to tell me if it gets too much; promise that if you're unsure at all, or scared or anything, that you'll ask me to stop?"

"I promise."

Blaine carefully kissed his boyfriend's lips, before trailing his lips down his neck. When Kurt carefully moved over onto his stomach, he trailed the kisses down his vertebrae. Carefully he ran his hands over the smooth skin that lay just below his boyfriend's lower back before tentatively allowing his fingers to rest on the elastic waistband. He carefully pulled them down and spoke softly, "We're going to need something. Do you have anything?"

"I keep some, just- just in case," Kurt whispered, averting his eyes slightly; not mentioning that part of the reason he had them had little to do with Blaine. He'd bought them after the trial; a just in case measure to protect him if something like that ever happened again. "They're in the drawer," Kurt whispered softly, turning again to run his hands along Blaine.

He needed a distraction. That wasn't what he wanted to think about tonight. All he wanted to think about was Blaine; using those things with Blaine, feeling Blaine, loving Blaine.

"No," Blaine whispered to him, pulling a condom and a small bottle from the drawer. "I still want to take care of you, okay? Just relax and let me make you feel good, please?"

"Blaine," Kurt flipped himself over and propped himself up on his elbows, leaning up to press a gentle kiss on Blaine's lips. "I want to do this with you; with you. Let me, okay? I need to- to participate; to be a part of it."

"Okay. I'm sorry," Blaine murmured in a soft voice, his lower lip trembling slightly.

"Don't be," Kurt smiled softly, kissing the trembling lip slightly. "I know you're just trying to make this as easy on me as possible." He let his fingertips drag lightly down Blaine's sides and gently slipped down his boxers before speaking again, "I can do this Blaine. I want to do this. I'm ready."

He took the condom and the bottle from Blaine and gave him a little smile. "Give me your hand," he murmured, popping the bottle open.

Blaine swallowed thickly and gave Kurt his hand, watching as Kurt poured some of the liquid onto his fingers. He rubbed it over them softly as Kurt's fingers then closed around his wrist in a light, gentle grip and led it downward. "Kurt, are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Kurt told him softly. He frowned for a moment, pausing, before he spoke thickly, "but if you're not ready for this, we can wait."

"I just don't want to hurt you," Blaine explained in a small voice, his eyes misting. "I'm worried I'll hurt you and Kurt- I just can't do that. I love you so much and-"

"You're not going to hurt me, not in the way you're worried about," Kurt insisted to him gently. "You wouldn't let yourself. You'd stop if I asked you to." He paused and shook his head, "The fact you're so worried about this makes me even more comfortable doing this with you. Blaine I know you'd never, ever hurt me."

Blaine nodded his head and carefully circled his finger gently around the opening. Kurt gave out a soft moan at the gentle touch and his eyes fluttered. He prodded gently, not yet confident enough to push it inside.

"Blaine," Kurt's voice was light and almost breathless. "You're teasing me."

"Sorry," he muttered nervously, carefully adding a little more pressure so his finger slid passed the muscles and Kurt let out a soft gasp that made him freeze. "Kurt? Kurt, are you okay?"

"I am more than okay," Kurt mumbled, his voice sounding a little dazed; "Hurts a bit, but in a good way, if that makes any sense?"

"You feel good," Blaine said in a thick voice.

"You should move a bit," Kurt told him breathily. A hand reached forward and wrapped gently and firmly around his boyfriend, giving a long smooth stroke that obviously sent a jolt through the other boy by the way his hand and the finger inside him moved almost of its own volition.

The next time it moved Blaine was gently pushing in and out purposefully, although there were moments when the movements were sharper as Kurt's hand worked him over.

"I-" Blaine stopped, his voice faltering, "I'm going to try another one, is that okay?"

"Uh huh," Kurt nodded his head, reaching upward and kissing Blaine's lips, his free hand reaching around to wrap a hand around his neck to intensify the kiss. Both their hands were still moving as their lips sought purchase with each other.

Kurt sucked Blaine's bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling softly, before he whispered against the other boy's mouth, "I love you Blaine."

"I love you too," Blaine whispered back, his fingers still tentatively and carefully readying his boyfriend.

Kurt's hand slid from his neck and drew down over his shoulder and down his chest slightly, before his fingers rolled over his nipple, forcing Blaine to let out a soft gasp of pleasure. Kurt let out a soft, slightly nervous laugh, asking, "What? Want me to do that again?"

"Please," Blaine murmured, a third finger making a questioning prod to seek entrance.

Kurt repeated the rolling movement, before smiling softly again at the response it elicited from his boyfriend. He paused for a moment when the third finger pressed into him, his jaw trembling. He looked at Blaine, seeing his boyfriend's questioning eyes and spoke softly, "It's good, I promise."

He leaned his head down and kissed Blaine's neck softly, before pressing the trail of kisses down his collarbone until his mouth secured firmly around the nipple opposite the one he'd rolled between his fingers.

He let his tongue flick it and an all-out moan escaped Blaine and the fingers inside him jerked again. He played around with the little nub a little longer, but stopped when the fingers started stretching before curling a bit, making him let out a moan of his own. His head fell back against the pillows and he found himself arching into him, his hands falling to the bed so he could clutch the sheets.

"Kurt?"

"It's just- too good," Kurt let out a pleasurable whimper. "It- it hurts too, but- so good."

"One more?" Blaine questioned, his pinky finger aligning itself but not pressing in just yet.

"Please," Kurt begged, his back arching forward again and Blaine obliged, letting the last finger slip into the small space. He let his fingers spread out again slightly and Kurt writhed beneath him.

It worried him but he reminded himself that if it was hurting Kurt, the other boy would tell him, would stop him. The look on Kurt's face didn't scream pain anyway with his eyes fluttering and his lips slightly parted. Apparently the writhing was a good thing.

"I don't think I can wait anymore," Kurt whispered in a shaky voice, confirming his thought. His hands were trembling as he started tearing open the foil package. He licked his lips, "Can I- could I put it on you?"

Blaine nodded without hesitation, his fingers slipped out of Kurt and watching as his boyfriend carefully rolled the condom onto him. He gently placed one of his hands on Kurt's hip as the other boy stroked him over the condom and applying more of the bottle's contents on him as he did.

Kurt drew him forward and it was Kurt's hand that guided the tip of him towards the gently and carefully stretched opening.

He pressed against him, but didn't apply enough pressure to push inside. He waited as Kurt's hands reached up to rest on his sides. "I'm ready," Kurt spoke up in a quiet voice, reiterating it again so Blaine would believe him.

Blaine nodded; his hips pressing forward lightly, one hand keeping him aligned.

Kurt let out a soft moan and stiffened slightly, his hands gripping Blaine's sides tightly. As if reading Blaine's mind he spoke shakily, "It's good. It's good. It just hurts, that's all. Just go slow."

"Whatever you need baby," Blaine whispered, pressing forward ever so slowly. He let out a little moan at the sensation of sinking passed the tight muscles and leaned down so his chest was pressed against Kurt's. He kissed his boyfriend before gently rocking forward.

Kurt gasped against his mouth and hands reached up to wrap around his back, fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Kurt?" He asked softly, hoping the movement hadn't been an expression of pain.

A little moan escaped Kurt's lips and glasz eyes locked on Blaine's, "Fine- better than fine- do-do that again."

He gently repeated the rocking motion as Kurt's lips latched onto his neck. He froze for a second, before relaxing. Despite the suction, it was tender and gentle. He rocked forward again and the hands fell from his back.

He took advantage and entwined the fingers of one hand with Kurt's, pressing it down against the bed for support. Kurt's hand jerked from his and he stopped, his eyes widening, "Kurt?"

"Fine, just," Kurt swallowed and let out a shaky smile before his hands reached to run along Blaine's ribs, "I'd- I'd rather-"

"I get it," Blaine whispered, blinking back the wetness that had grown in his eyes. It reminded Kurt too much of being held down, even if his only intention had been to hold his hand as they made love. He placed his hands on the bed for support instead and leaned down to kiss Kurt's lips gently at first, before the passion grew and Kurt's tongue slipped into his mouth. He kept his gentle rocking movements as steady as possible and then suddenly Kurt's hands were gripping his hips tightly. "Kurt? What?"

"I need-" he panted breathlessly after breaking the kiss and Blaine found himself trying to pull out but Kurt's hands tightened. "Faster."

"But-"

"I'm not going to break," Kurt reminded him, still panting slowly. "Please Blaine."

He found himself quite unable to argue.

"I love you," Kurt whispered, feeling sweaty, satisfied and terribly safe in the arms wrapped around him gently.

"I love you too," Blaine's voice murmured back to him, a hand reaching over to tilt Kurt's head up to his before kissing him very tenderly, "so much." He paused for a moment, licking his lips in a nervous gesture, "I-I didn't hurt you did I?"

Kurt winced but shook his head, "Not in the way that matters. It was perfect. You were perfect." This time it was he who raised a hand to gently trace his fingers over his boyfriend's jawline, "I couldn't imagine it being with anyone but you. I can't imagine being with anyone but you."

"I'm glad," Blaine whispered back at him softly, his arms tightening around him gently, "because I don't plan on ever letting you go."

"Well you're going to have to," Kurt told him in a serious sounding voice, despite a slight hint of humor pervading his tone. "There's just no getting around it."

"What?" Blaine's eyes widened in concern.

"Well I have to go home sometime or my family will worry," Kurt teased him softly before pressing a gentle kiss on his lips. "And it just might end badly for you if they found us here, like this."

Blaine pouted, his arms tightening slightly again before hiding his face in Kurt's neck, "Don't care. I'm not letting you go, ever. You'll just have to stay here with me forever."

"That doesn't sound too awful," Kurt murmured teasingly with a content smile, sinking deeper in the other boy's embrace. "I think I could live with that."

A/N: I know people were saying how this scene should have Blaine being all sweet and gentle (which I still think he was) but I also think Kurt would have to do a lot of reassuring that everything Blaine was doing was okay. I can just see Blaine being terrified of hurting Kurt because of just how much he loves him, but it making him be even more sweet and gentle at the same time. I don't know, the idea of Kurt taking charge of the situation just seemed right to me.

I hope this was to your satisfaction. Honestly it was kind of difficult for me to write because I wanted the perfect mix of gentleness and passion while portraying how much they needed to take care of each other. Plus it was my first time writing anything smutty and I wasn't quite sure how to go about it.

In other news I can't believe Fallout is over. It seems like I've been writing it forever. I started posting in July and it's now January! This story took me six months, whoa. This story has pretty much been my baby during that time, so it's sad that it's over. I guess my baby's all grown up.

Anyways I just wanted to thank you all for going on this journey with me, for your kind reviews and personal messages. They truly make writing worth it.

All my love,

Nicbearosaurus.

P.S. My cat is sitting beside me watching very intently as I write this. She's watching you, so review! :P