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Epilogue

Charlie was gone. All day. And so were Brent and Claire. All day. All of his roommates, gone. For the entire day. This doesn't happen as often as one would think. There are only a handful of times in Blaine's senior year of college in which all three of his roommates have left the house with the promise to not return until far after the sun comes down. The few times this has happened have been due to extremely large bribes from Blaine given in exchange for them evacuating the premises. Blaine has no idea what they're doing or where they are today, he just knows that he has the house to himself and he can finally jerk off in his bed, or the couch, or even the shower, and be as loud as he wants.

It's a Friday, and he's the only one of his roommates that has no classes on Fridays. His normal schedule includes sleeping in and sleeping off a hangover, shoveling large quantities of food into his mouth, and grabbing his bookbag and heading over to the library and in order to get as much of his homework done as he can so he has the rest of the weekend to do whatever he wants. Today, though. Today he has the house to himself, and he's going to take advantage of that.

He wakes up at eleven in the morning, not yet wise to the fact that he's alone for the day, and starts his day in the shower, washing off the sweat and grime and beer of the night before. He went bar hopping with Ben and didn't get back home until well after last call. He and Ben drunkenly stumbled home, walking over two miles, because they didn't feel like waiting for a bus to come get them. It's unseasonably warm for October. Even at night it's almost seventy degrees, and if that's not a sign of global warming then Blaine doesn't know what is.

It's not until he gets into the kitchen, squeaky clean and in a new pair of sweats, sans shirt, that he sees the note on the fridge and Blaine realizes he's alone for the day.

Out all day. Be back after ten tonight. Empty the trash, motherfucker.

It's signed by all of his roommates.

He pulls out two leftover pieces of sausage that are in the fridge and microwaves them, along with some cold pasta, before sitting at the shoddy dining room table that's pushed up against the wall in their kitchen. As he shovels food into his mouth he ponders what he should do today—whether or not he should continue with his day as planned or take a detour of sorts. When he's finished eating he shoves the dishes in the sink to be dealt with later and heads to his room, scratching his belly and playing with the trail of hair that disappears into his sweatpants.

He immediately pulls down his pants—he'd forgone briefs after his shower—and grabs his laptop from his room before heading back out to the living room. He plugs his computer into the TV, puts on his favorite porno, falls onto the couch, and grabs his dick.

"Yes," Blaine sighs as his dick begins to show interest. He's not sure if he's more turned on by the two men making out and jerking each other off on screen or the prospect of being alone and finally being able to masturbate on the second hand couch his roommate Claire bought a few months ago.

"Fuck yes," He groans again, eyes focused on the screen.

Daniel is kissing down Eric's chest, spending some time on Eric's nipple—licking and nipping at it. Blaine licks his thumb and forefinger and begins playing with his own nipple, hoping to simulate the same effect. He moans at the feeling, loud and unabashedly, and then laughs at how good that feels to be able to be as loud as he wants when he's jerking off in the morning.

It's not that he never jerks off at home. On the contrary, he does it all the time. A few mornings a week, a fair number of evenings, and when his insomnia kicks in on the weekend and it's three in the morning and oops did I just Google gay porn? Might as well….

Hell, he and his boyfriend frequently have sex in the house, even when Blaine's roommates are home. They've all heard Blaine and Kurt going at it, and neither Blaine nor Kurt really cares. It's just something about masturbating alone, being heard masturbating alone, that weirds Blaine out.

He keeps thumbing at his nipple as his other hand slowly pumps his dick. He's completely naked and sprawled out on the couch, listening to the moans coming from the television. His grip is dry, and part of him wants to run to his room and grab some lube, but right before he gets up to do so Daniel starts rimming Eric, and Blaine can't just up and leave. This is one of his favorite parts.

He licks his thumb again and lets it graze his asshole, imagining it's Kurt doing that. He's fully hard now and leaking against his belly. The pornographic moans from the television mix with the breathy sighs leaving his mouth, and Blaine is completely deaf to anything else going on.

"Mmmhmm," he moans, moving his hand faster and twisting it at the top. He collects some precum to help with the glide. "Yeah." He bites the corner of his lip as his thumb hits against his perineum and groans, eyes falling closed.

"What the fuck?!" He hears, and his eyes open fast and wide, because Blaine's seen this porno at least three dozen times and he definitely doesn't remember those words ever coming out of either porn star's mouth.

"Kurt!" He strangles out, standing up immediately and trying to cup his dick for modesty. Except it's kind of impossible to do so because he's rock hard and there's no way his hands can cover the entirety of his dick and his balls.

"What are you doing?!" Kurt squawks, cheeks red and hands covering his eyes. He's standing next to the couch in the living room. Blaine's living room. "Oh my god," he squeaks.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Blaine says, grabbing a pillow and covering his privates. "You can look now."

"Fuck yeah. Take it," Blaine hears from the front of the room, loudly and clearly.

"You forgot to turn the porn off," Kurt chokes out, body facing Blaine but eyes closed and elbow covering his eyes.

Blaine walks over to his laptop and slams it down, watching the TV go blank.

"I thought you had class today?" Blaine asks with confusion, his voice breathless, but not in the good way. His heart is beating out of his chest.

Kurt slowly removes his arm from his face and opens his eyes, blinking a bit as he gets used to the light.

"I took off." Kurt looks Blaine up and down. "You should uh, fix the pillow," he says.

When Blaine looks down he realized that his pillow slipped and the top of his dick is peeking out.

"Really, Blaine. I thought we were through with all of this secret masturbation."

"It wasn't a secret!" Blaine replies. "I was just...enjoying myself."

"It's not even noon."

"Hey! There's no rule that says one can't get off before lunch time." Blaine takes a few steps closer to Kurt, grinning from ear to ear. "Wait," he pauses. "How the fuck did you even get in here?"

"Stop trying to change the topic! And with the spare key," Kurt replies, voice high from embarrassment.

"Huh," Blaine exhales. "What a convenient time to come barreling into my house using the extra key I gave you," he says, voice sounding serious but oozing with sarcasm.

"Well I at least hope you were thinking of me," Kurt replies, smiling.

"You? Oh god no. I was thinking of Kevin from my English class. What a hunk. Blonde hair, buzz cut. Big guy, built like a fire hydrant." Blaine takes another step forward so there's only a foot or two in between them.

"Sounds sexy," Kurt says, taking a small step closer to Blaine and trying to grab his free hand, the one not protecting his modesty.

"Oops," Blaine says after Kurt grabs his free hand. "Dropped the pillow." Blaine lets go of the pillow and it falls to the floor. "I should pick that up. Clumsy me."

He takes a step back and turns around so his ass is right in front of Kurt, and he bends down, feeling around on the floor.

"Man, I just can't seem to find this pillow," he says. The pillow is actually behind him, but he still pretends to look for it. "What a pickle I seem to be in."

He feels Kurt slap his ass.

"Alright, Blaine. I get it. You have a nice ass. Now stand up."

"Are you sure you don't want to appreciate it a little longer?" Blaine asks, still bent over, glancing up at Kurt.

"I will appreciate it much longer later tonight. I hear your roommates are gone."

"And how did you know that?" Blaine asks as he stands up and faces Kurt, his cock slowly softening but still standing at attention. He notices Kurt keeps glancing at it, and Blaine's cocky smirk resurfaces as his eyebrows raise. "Like what you see, stud?"

Kurt shakes his head, trying to suppress a smile.

"Go put some clothes on. I want to check out the History Museum."

"Okay," Blaine says as he walks towards his room in their one floor house. When he gets to the end of the hallway he turns around and asks, "How did you know my roommates were gone though?"

"Charlie sent me a text."

"We should send him a fruit basket."

"Actually I was thinking something more along the lines of a Snapchat of our dicks with the heading, Thanks for this opportunity. Now be quick."

Blaine closes the door of his room and opens his underwear drawer. The first thing he sees, however, glaring at him in purple, is a bottle of lube.

I can't just give up this opportunity, he thinks to himself as he grabs the lube and squirts a dollop into his hand.

He reclines on his bed and starts to slowly fist himself while his other hand massages his balls. He lets out a sigh as his dick hardens, his mind drifting to Kurt. His moans get a little breathier and more strangled the closer he gets to the edge.

"Blaine Anderson, you better not be doing what I think you're doing!" Kurt's banging on his door, his voice rife with warning. "It does not take that long to put on pants and a shirt!"

Instead of answering, Blaine just moans louder.

"Fuck, Kurt," he puts on his fakest porn star voice. "Oh yeah! Fuck me!" It's so cheesy, and he'd laugh if he could, but he's too busy fucking into his hand imagining it was Kurt's mouth.

His eyes are trained on the door when the doorknob begins to turn and Kurt steps in.

"Fuck," Kurt says, face going pale and eyes going wide. "I was not expecting this," he murmurs, taking a tentative step forward.

"Museum's open until eight," Blaine grunts out as he turns onto his stomach, hand still slowly running up and down the length of his cock. He gets up onto knees and elbows, letting his cock hang down between him. "I could really use some help," he says innocently, turning to look up at Kurt.

Kurt gulps, taking a step forward and unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. "Yes. Yes you could."

"That was nice," Kurt says, sitting on the bed. His back is against the wall and his legs are spread out in front of him. Blaine's sitting in between them, leaning against Kurt and playing with his hands, entwining their fingers and squeezing and reveling in the fact that he gets to hold this man's hands whenever he wants.

"Much better than the museum, I'd say."

"Don't think that you're getting out of that. We're going later today," Kurt says, leaning down to kiss Blaine's naked shoulder.

"Oooohhh well," Blaine replies with fake defeat. "I guess I'll just have to survive a few hours of culture with my super hot boyfriend."

"Sounds like it'll be hard. You have my condolences."

"Thanks. I appreciate that." Blaine squeezes Kurt's hands, their fingers still interlaced, and leans his head against Kurt's shoulder, dipping it back and demanding a kiss.

Kurt leans forward and places a light kiss there, and Blaine smiles.

"Spiderman kiss!" He whispers.

Kurt rubs their noses together, grinning.

"I love you, you know that?" It sounds like a question, Blaine notes. But he doesn't know why. He knows Kurt loves him. They don't say it often, but they show it by actions. Kurt shows it every time he kisses Blaine goodnight, every time he holds Blaine in bed. Every time Blaine needs a hug because he's feeling down or needs a shoulder to cry on, an open ear to listen, Kurt shows his love. He shows his love when he opens doors for Blaine and when he whispers sweet nothings into his ear. He shows his love when they fuck, when they go slowly and sensually, when he talks about his future, always saying "we we we," and "us us us." Blaine's never doubted Kurt's love for him. In the many fights they've had, he's never doubted Kurt's love for him. And he doesn't want Kurt to think he has. He wants Kurt to be just as confident in their love as he is.

"Yeah. I do," he whispers back. He releases one of Kurt's hands so he can wrap his hand around the back of Kurt's neck, head still lolled back onto his shoulder. He pulls Kurt down to him for another kiss. This one's deeper and sensual and still pretty chaste. This kiss, like all their other kisses, is full of their love.

When they pull apart Kurt's beaming down at him.

"Now's when you say it back."

Blaine smiles.

"I love you, too. And I hope you know that. But in case you don't," he says as he stares unblinkingly into Kurt's eyes, grabbing Kurt's arms and wrapping them around himself, "I plan on sticking around for a while so I can always remind you."

So that's it! I had an absolute blast writing this. Thanks to Alianne for reccing this on the GKM and being an awesome support system via email, and for always leaving really great feedback. A huge thanks to everyone who's read this, and an even bigger thanks to those who have commented/reviewed and reblogged this via my Tumblr. When I started writing this I expected it to be about 5k, but it's over 25k now, and I have no idea how it got so long.

So once again, thank you to everyone who read, commented, reviewed, kudos'd, followed, favorited, liked, and reblogged. Can't wait to write some more stuff!