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The Biggest Award || BLESSE

Jesse flattened down the lapel of his jacket nervously, looking over himself in the mirror. They were due to leave any minute, a limo (of course, for an award show) would be there shortly. He was dressed in a well fitting black tux but had added a dark purple bow tie instead of the regular black one for effect. It was the Grammys after all. He resisted the urge to run a hand through his hair because it had been carefully styled already, and doing so would likely ruin it. "Blaine?" He called out, walking out into the living area, "is there an eta on the limo?"

Blaine was at the kitchen at the moment, sipping on his mineral water bottle with a straw so that there wouldn't be any spills on his suit. "Yeah, ten minutes" he told him in response, then checked his watch and phone for good measure. The bluetooth device in his ear would allow him to get any incoming phonecalls or messages, but it was an old habit for him to check his phone as well from time to time. "You're ready in there?" he asked as he walked out of the kitchen, then smiled when he saw him standing there with his tux on, looking simply perfect. "You look very handsome there, mister. How about me? How do I look?" He made a quick spin so that Jesse could take a look at his light gray pants and jacket, with a white shirt and a dark blue tie.

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Jesse swallowed thickly when Blaine spun around, "you look... you look good." Like I wished you were my date instead of my employee. He added in his head to himself. He didn't allow himself to say it aloud though, knowing silently that the fact their relationship was still a secret after all this time was somewhat of a sore spot. Of course he knew couples that had been together for years and not been open about it. Santana and Quinn had been together for over three years. There were actors that had publicly acknowledged their sexuality after they were married. But it was different because Jesse felt like there was just no reason for him to be in the closet anymore. Everything that had scared him about coming out before, he just didn't care about those reasons anymore. Not really. And yet something, fear, still held him back. A fear of the unknown, he supposed. "Really good," he added, after he realised he'd been silent for a couple of moments. "Like you should be a star on the red carpet yourself."

Blaine blushed, then giggled when he noticed that Jesse was actually staring at him. "Thanks. Oh, don't worry. The red carpet already has its biggest star." He walked up to him and placed a soft kiss to his cheek before he took a step back and gave Jesse's tux one more look to make sure everything was neat and in place. "Okay, so.. I have water in my bag and a bottle of aspirins, which never hurts, and also a couple of crackers packages for your nervous stomach. Sunglasses, checked. Compact powder for a retouch, checked..." He summarized the items contained in his small bag and was finally happy with it, then chuckled. "Oh! Invitations, checked." He held Jesse's in one hand, and his own pass with a lace he was supposed to wear around his neck all the time there, then a beep in his ear made him jump. "Limo's here. Ready?" He stood in front of Jesse and gave him a proud look. "You're gonna slay them tonight, I know it. Shall we then?"

Jesse tried to focus on what Blaine was saying but it all sort of when by in a blur and then the limo was suddenly ready. "Nervous... I'm not nervous... I'm just nominated in the most number of categories I've ever been nominated and I have to preform which is really the least of my worries because I hate giving award speeches and people are talking like I might win more than one category which means saying the same thing multiple times and... I'm rambling, aren't I?" Jesse gave a huff of forced laughter. He very rarely got nervous, he preformed in front of sold out crowds on an almost regular basis and went on talk shows where he dazzled (according to his fans, at least). But award shows, especially ones where he apparently had such a good chance at winning, always seemed to make him nervous. He'd been nominated for several Grammys but he'd only ever won one, Best New Artist, and that was over ten years ago. "Sorry, yes. Let's do this."

Blaine gently held his face between his hands and nodded. "Yeah, you are. Just remember to breathe, okay. I have your water here on standby just in case. Now, let's go. We don't wanna be late." He locked the door behind them and went down the elevator and outside the building where the limo was already waiting. The driver opened the door for them and they got inside quickly, both putting their seatbelts on before he drove away. "The clothes for your perfomance are already there, so don't worry. And they already had the makeup you like, that one that doesn't make our face too shiny. But I'll still be there to make sure everything goes well." He gave Jesse's hand a gentle squeeze and kept it there, then when the limo made the final turn to where the line of limos waiting to unload their passangers was he let go of him and sat up straight. "Almost there. How you're doing?"

Jesse looked at Blaine and smiled genuinely. During the limo ride he had tried to get into his space, to focus like he did before a show. He was so accustomed to doing performances now that they may not make him nervous, but they used to and he still knew some tricks of the trade. "Okay, I think. Focusing. It's going to be a long night. Thank you... for making sure everything is ready." At that moment they reached the front of the queue. The windows were tinted so Jesse gave Blaine's hand a comforting (for himself) squeeze and then let go as the door opened and he stepped onto the red carpet, immediately putting his crafted persona. He had that charming smile and waved at the crowd. He signed some autographs and took some photos before he was moved onto the interview part of the red carpet.

Blaine climbed out of the limo from the opposite side of it, having to walk around it to catch up with Jesse. As always, he managed to stay a couple of steps ahead while he waved at the roaring crowd and posed for a couple first pictures, all while Blaine was already being swarmed by other publicists who wanted their piece of Jesse at the red carpet. After allowing him a fair amount of time he walked up to Jesse and placed his hand on his elbow, then gently manauvering him through the sea of people and flashes, then when they arrived to the sort of runway where all the stars had to pose for the 'official' pictures he pointed at the queues on the floor and stayed behind while Jesse did his thing. Flashes exploded from everywhere while Jesse had his most charming and disarming smile on, and Blaine already had the bottle of water in hand for when he was done with that, since after that it was time for the interviews on the red carpet.

Jesse gratefully accepted the bottle of water from Blaine in the few moments he had between autographs, photos and then the interviews. "Thanks," he said with a smile, then moved quickly onto the next part. There were reporters everywhere, as there always was at big events like this, and he got pulled away for lots of interviews with lots of different publications. A lot of them had a relaxed attitude, and it was a relief. Quite a few of the reporters he knew personally from over the years and of those, there were a number he was on quite good terms with so it was nice just to have a laugh and a bit of a joke. Then a reporter he didn't recognise was interviewing him and he could see Blaine out of the corner of his eye, always making sure he was okay. "So," the reporter said with a clearly practiced smile, "I notice you're not here with anyone tonight. No girl caught your fancy? Santana Lopez maybe?" His smile faltered for a bit but he regained it quickly, as he was trained to do. The questions never used to bother him but now, with Blaine standing right there... "Santana and I are just friends," he said with a laugh, "but if there was somebody, I'm sure everyone would know. I'm absolutely terrible at keeping secrets." He gave her a wink and she laughed as they finished up the interview. The interview part of the red carpet was always the longest, but he made it through, and soon enough was entering the venue for the awards, leaving the red carpet behind him.

Blaine would always stand out of camera sight and just half a step behind Jesse so that the interviewer and the camera could get a good shot, then simply guided him to where the next reporter was. That bit took a bit longer to walk through but it was the final bit before finally getting to sit down. His stomach clenched when the reporter asked about Santana in that on so not fake tone, but Jesse was quick to dodge the question with enough grace for her to shut up. After that was done, and yet another sip of water, they finally made it into the theater and the people there showed them to their seats. Usually, the artists with most nominations would get the front row, or second but close to the aisle so that they would move quickly if they won. They both got seats on the front row, next to each other because Jesse hadn't 'brought' anyone, and after waiting a bit more for everyone to get inside it was time for the show.

Jesse 's leg was bouncing up and down nervously as they found themselves sitting in their seats. It was before the ceremony was beginning, so there were still plenty of people loitering around. A couple came up to him and wished him luck, some of the people in the same categories he was nominated in. He was cordial with all of them, friends with some even, so it was easy to chat and wish them luck as well. There were so many talented people nominated and he couldn't believe people were talking like he was the favourite. Maybe this really was his year. When the lights flickered once to let everyone know they would be going on air in five minutes, people started to make their way to the seats. There was nobody sitting on either side of him or Blaine yet so he leaned in, talking just loud enough so Blaine would hear but nobody else. "I'm glad you're here with me."

Blaine looked up when the lights flickered, the people around them scarring away quickly to get into their seats, then he leaned his head to hear what Jesse was saying and he smiled at him before he patted his shoulder, about all he could do at the moment. "I'm glad too. Break a leg." He winked at him and chuckled, then the orchestra started to play and the announcer's voice came out of the speaker, saying it was time for the show to start. Soon after the host of the evening made his appearance, and all through his monologue he covered several subjects, most of them political ones, before he got down to talk about this year's nominated. ... "We also have Jesse St. James here tonight, with a hit record and the most nominated artist tonight. Give it up for him!" The spotlight came onto Jesse immediately as everyone started to applaude, and so did Blaine.

Jesse found it easy, as soon as the cameras came on and the host took to the stage, to fall into the persona he had for these events. The nerves were still present, but covered up by the facade. When the spotlight came on him he gave a charming smile and a wave towards the camera that was in front of him, tossing in a wink for good measure. The show went on quickly, they had precious little time for such a long show so there wasn't much time to spend on each part of the speech. The opening number was good, and there was a loud smattering of applause throughout the venue as they finished. Jesse had been horrified to find he had a sore throat the previous week, a minor cold, and he just hoped that he sounded okay for the performance tonight. They'd opted he sing, of course, Kings Of The Sun given it was his song that was nominated for Song of the Year, Record of the Year and Pop Song of the Year. There had been talk about him performing When We Hide instead, which he was nominated alongside Santana in the Pop Duo category, but he was glad they were going with Kings of the Sun instead. It was a song he'd wrote himself, a song he was truly proud of. Most of the songs on his previous albums had been written for him, or he'd wrote them with help from others. In the most recent album he had been given more free reign to write the songs himself. They started with the, for lack of a better phrase, smaller awards first. It would be a long night, he knew that for sure. There were several of the smaller awards that had been pre-announced before the televised performance because there simply wasn't time to show them all. For the ones that were awarded, people clapped politely of course, but the speeches were short because everyone knew they weren't necessarily the people that the audience was watching for. The performances that broke it up were good, and they definitely packed them in as much as possible. A lot of the nominated artists were performing tonight, it seemed. Jesse would have to sit through a couple of the categories he was nominated in before going on, as his performance was right before the general field or "big four" would be announced. He smiled as he watched some of the people he knew and respected in the industry get the awards that he thought were well deserved, but after quite awhile, they reached the pop category. Jesse felt himself sitting up a little straighter as they started to annouce the nominations for Best Pop Solo Artist. He tuned out for a moment only to hear, "... and the winner is - Jesse St. James for Kings of the Sun!"

Blaine held onto his small bag a little bit tighter when they announced the award for best Pop Solo Artist, one of the nominations Jesse had gotten. He too sat a bit more straight up, the faces of the nominess popping onto the big screen on the stage as they were named one by one, then when the words 'and the Grammy goes to' were spoken Blaine could feel his heart about to pop out of his chest, and it felt like forever when he heard 'Jesse-', and that was all he heard. As if he was on a spring he jumped out of his seat and started bouncing happily, his hands clapping hard together while Jesse slowly came out of his amazement and also stood up. His arms ached for not being able to hold him like he wanted to, so instead he just clapped harder.

Jesse felt a momentousness relief flood over him as he heard the applause. He only noticed Blaine, out of the corner of his eye, but he could see the other was clapping with enthusiasm. Blaine wasn't here as his date, he knew that, but he was still seated with him and in his head he could pretend he was. He made his way the short distance to the stage and accepted the award from the presenter, taking his spot behind the podium. "Wow... this is. Thank you," he held it up and smiled, looking around the crowd, "to the Grammy voters... to my team, you all work so hard every time we release an album. Everyone always just sees the artists name but you guys are the real reason that albums get made and produced so without you I wouldn't be here. And to my fans... thank you for the amazing amount of support you give me. Thank you!" He waved a little and walked off the stage to the cues, leaving his award back stage before returning to his seat beside Blaine, the next category already being announced, Pop Vocal Album, which he was also nominated in. And as they announced his name again, he found he didn't have much time to sit down or really acknowledge Blaine that much, instead standing right back and heading back to the stage. His team had planned for this, what for him to say if he won in multiple categories and he found himself on stage, repeating a stock standard speech. Two. That's already two Grammys. He heard himself thinking. He now had three Grammys to his name and maybe... maybe he was really in a shot to win best song or best album. Luckily before the next category (Pop Duo, though he didn't see his and Santana's song so he was doubting they would walk away from that with a win anyway) there was a performance, so he actually had time to properly return to his seat and give Blaine a smile, as the performer to the stage.

Blaine took at least twenty different pictures with his phone while Jesse went up to get his award, the smile on his face impossibly wider, and he felt really proud for his boyfriend and what that award meant to him. Just as he was returning to his seat he barely had any time before they were announcing another cathegory and his name was called again, and once again Blaine stood up and applauded. It was magical. When he returned to his seat Blaine looked at him and smiled, somewhat politely not to show he was actually burning with happiness. "Told ya. Piece of cake."

Jesse let himself relax a little while the performance was going on though he mostly tuned it out. When Blaine spoke he let out a breath he hadn't even realised he'd been holding. "That just happened... right?" They couldn't hold a proper conversation, not really, not where there were cameras panning on the audience. The last thing he needed were theories circulating the internet saying that he was rude. But it easier, at least, to exchange a few words while people were standing and getting into a performance.

Blaine smiled brightly when he saw the look on Jesse's face, then simply hummed a soft 'mhm' before turning his attention back to the stage where their performance was taking place. It went on smoothly, then several more awards were handed, including Best New Artist, which undoubtedly brought Jesse some sweet memories, and Best Pop Duo Performance, which they didn't get. Blaine knew he would get an earful from Santana for that one, then after the commercial break a people from the theater came up to them to say that Jesse should go backstage and get ready for his performance in ten minutes. "Do you need me to come with you?" Blaine asked Jesse, just in case some emergency arised, not that he didn't fully trust the staff there, but there could be exceptions all the time.

Jesse wasn't surprised when they didn't win Pop Duo and he could already hear Santana's voice in his head. Teasing but not angry. You just had to keep the spotlight to yourself, huh? It wasn't exactly his fault though, their vocals just hadn't cut it this year. He thought their pick for Best New Artist was good, someone who had really come out of the shadows in the past year but really impressed the industry. But then the lights changed to indicate a commercial and he knew that meant it was time to go backstage for his performance. "I... maybe? There's nobody I trust more to make sure it all goes smoothly." There would be time after the performance, he'd been assured, to get back to his seat for the presentation of the final three always. The big three... the ones that made every artist dream about. They made their way back stage and Jesse got changed in a manner of seconds, well practiced from the costume changes he'd done on stage over the years.

Blaine smiled softly and patted his shoulder, those small gestures all that he could do for the time being. "Say no more. Let's go." Both of them stood up and made it quickly backstage, the crowd from the balcony already buzzing when they saw Jesse moving, knowing that it would soon be his time to perform. Blaine stayed out of the dressing room while he changed, then led him to where the makeup chair was, where the people in charge of the event would fresh him up to go on stage and in front of the cameras. Always keeping a watchful eye, Blaine made sure everything was done right, and it did. Two minutes, someone said, the time Jesse had before going on stage and stand in the dark while the presenter would, well, present him. "You'll be okay" he told him as he fixed the lapel of his jacket and looked up at him, his eyes staying as neutral as he could. "Go get them." After giving him another sip of water, Blaine watched as Jesse walked onto the dark stage where the band already was in place, and he took a deep breath before heading back to his seat, where Jesse would join him after the song was done, or after picking up another award, which was already scheduled to be presented after him.

Jesse nodded when he felt Blaine's hands carefully fixing the lapel of his jacket, "I know. Singing is easy... singing is what I do." He winked at him, knowing he'd get the reference to Sense8 which they had been watching together recently. He took to the stage, taking a deep breath as he stood there in darkness, before the spotlight focused on him and he just... melted into what he knew how to do. He'd performed this song so often since the album had came out, it was like second nature to him now. And since he wrote the lyrics himself, the words he were singing, they felt real. The staging was different to how it'd had been on the tour, since that had been designed for a whole show, this was just the one song. The effects used in the backdrop were clever and he didn't forget a step, making them work well. He didn't focus on the crowd, just on hitting every note and making every move like how he was supposed. To prove to them, to everyone here, that he deserved those awards he'd just got and maybe, just maybe, the others that he may get after this. We are the kings of the sun... but we will not burn today... he finished softly, to the audience breaking out in applause. He felt his whole body relax, and he waved to the crowd, giving them a short bow. "Thank you!" He quickly exited the stage, where he was instructed to wait backstage because the next award was getting presented right away so he wouldn't have time to make it back to his seat before the presentation. He was still breathing heavily as the presenter took to the stage to present the next award.

Blaine shifted on his seat when the lights went out, knowing that Jesse would be there singing his heart out shortly, and boy, he didn't disappoint. Much like everyone else who was watching him at that moment, Blaine looked up at him in sheer awe, wandering about his pose, his voice, his mannerisms. All of him. All that made him the star he was at that moment, and not just a shooting one, but one who had worked and earned everything he had at that moment. Pride made his eyes sting with a few tears, and for the flickest moment he felt that maybe, just maybe things between them should stay like they were. In secret. It could be a big blow to Jesse's career if word of them being together got out, and watching him on the stage, Blaine knew he couldn't do that to him. And his heart sank a little when he realized that. The lights went up again, the theater roaring with applause and cheer, and Blaine wiped his eyes quickly as the camera zoomed out of Jesse and focused on the next presenters of the night. Nerves settled once again on his stomach when they announced the nominees for Song of the Year, in which Jesse was also nominated. It seemed like years before they came to the part of 'and the Grammy goes to', and Blaine kept his eyes shut, only letting his ears to do the job for him. "We Are The Kings of The Sun, Jesse St. James!"

Jesse 's heart skipped a beat when he heard his name. People had told him he had a good chance at sweeping his nominations but he hadn't truly believed them, not really. He was up against such talented artists that it just seemed unlikely. And even if he didn't win record or album of the year... to win Song of the Year was still just as incredible. This was the category that really recognised the songwriting of it all. He wanted to win Record of the Year too, of course, he wanted the people behind the song to join him on stage and get recognised for all the hard work they do but this was his time. He was getting awarded for a song he'd written himself. He accepted the award and looked out at the crowd, "wow... this is... thank you. When I started out as an artist I was 15. I barely knew anything about life, let alone life as a singer. It's no secret that I didn't write any of the songs on my earlier albums and the writers were great but to be recognised for something I've wanted to do since I was 15 but only in the last few years I've really got to do. So this award truly means a lot. Thank you to everyone that has helped me along the way, to get to this point... you're all incredible and I wouldn't be here without you!" He couldn't help but tighten his grip on the award, as though he was scared it would drop through his fingers as he nodded to the crowd and departed the stage again, this time making his way back to his seat after leaving his award, as it was a commercial break again and he had time to make it there before Record of the Year would be presented. "How'd I go?" He asked Blaine as soon as he sat down.

Blaine was pretty sure that no one leaped out of his seat higher than him when he heard Jesse's name being called, jumping great lengths being one of his many abilities. He knew what that award meant to him, because it was about him as a song writter, his song, his baby. Many snaps were taken with his phone while Jesse gave his speech, then after he changed back into his tux it wasn't long before he was back on his seat, which would be a good, though short opportunity to get his breath back. "You did awesome! And congrats on that award, you really did it. Told you you would!" He smiled at him, then handed him his bottle of water for his undoubtedly dry throat.

Jesse took the water gratefully and took a large mouthful, though he was sure not to finish it. "Thanks," he smiled, and shook his head, "I haven't done anything yet... still got two more to go, right?" The lights flickered again to indicate they were coming back from the commercial break so they sat back down again and the cameras readjusted on the stage. He'd been asked about presenting an award this year but had turned it down because he wanted to simply focus on his own performance and any speeches he had to give and so far, it was proving to be a good decision. He tuned in as they announced the nominations for Record of the Year, getting used to his face being focused on for the close up. "... and the Grammy goes to... We Are The Kings Of The Sun, Jesse St James!" "Oh my god," he said under his breath, standing up so he could go back, yet again, on stage. This time he was joined by the production cast members and those who worked on the song with him. His speech went by in a blur, he wondered if this was how it was supposed to go, thanking the same people each time. This time he was ushered off stage to wait out the back as they went straight into Album of the Year from here, and he wouldn't have time to return to his seat if he won. If.

Blaine burst in a fit of giggles when he heard Jesse's name being called again, his man now oficially sweeping the night away. It took a bit longer for the entire production team to make their way to the stage, everyone still in sheer awe at everything that was happening, Blaine included. When the announcer said it was time for the last award of the night, Album of the Year, his stomach was now a fluttering mess, his fingertips prickling with the adrenaline rush he was now having. And he could only think that Jesse would be the same, if not worse backstage.

Jesse was a bundle of nerves back stage. This was it, this was THE big award of the night, the coveted one people always seemed to look towards. He stood, with the production manager, backstage as the camera watched them and caught the expression of his face as they annouced his name again. It was just... it felt like a dream. He took to the stage for where he'd been standing back stage, feeling like his whole world was spinning on its end. The production team also filed in behind him, the production manager speaking a few words before stepping aside to let Jesse take the mic. "I..." Pop Vocal Solo... Pop Album... Song of the Year... Record of the Year and now, even on top of that, he was up here, holding the Grammy for the coveted Album of the Year. It wasn't record breaking, there were people with more Grammys than him at a single award, but nevertheless there was no doubt that tonight, this Grammys, this was his night. And now he was standing up here with the top award of the night and suddenly realised he was doing so in silence, hundreds of expectant faces looking up at him. "Sorry," he laughed, "I got distracted by how amazing this is... I've been fortunate to be up here a few times tonight and to the Grammy voters, thank you. Really, it's such an honor. It's been years since I was humbled to recieve the Best New Artist award and to be up on here stage again, receiving not one, by five Grammys is just incredible. So thank you again to..." He paused, and glanced down to where he knew Blaine was, though he couldn't see him through the spotlights. But he knew he was there, supporting him, as he always did and something in him just snapped. Something in him thought it wasn't right, that Blaine was there, but not in the way Jesse wanted. And before he knew it, his mouth was speaking again, almost with a mind of it's own. "You know what? I've thanked a lot of people tonight, because you all do such a tremendeous job." He looked around at the people behind him. "My team, my fans... but there's one person I haven't thanked, each time I got up here on stage. Because I was scared. Because it wasn't in the speech." Was he doing this? Oh my god, he though, he was doing this because he didn't think there was any way he could stop now. "We get asked a lot, in this line of work, who we're dating. And I brush it off, a lot of us do. But I think I'm done hiding. And no, sorry everyone, but I am not dating Santana," that earned him half of a laugh from the audience. "The truth is... the truth is, I'm gay." Okay. This was a live broadcast. Definitely no taking that back now. Everyone knew. He wished he could see Blaine's face, he hoped he was proud of him. "And really, tonight, I should thank my boyfriend. Who is always so supportive of me. I won't say who you are in case you don't want the media circus but this is long overdue. I'm ready for the world to know about me... about us. Oh, my speech writers are going to kill me." He patted the spot of his jacket where his prompt cards had been, "but they're waving me off stage. So thank you everyone... again." The lights were flicking to indicate his time on stage was well up, but they hadn't pushed him off stage. Maybe out of respect, he wasn't sure, but neverthless, he had been able to finish his speech. He was whisked away quickly to the TV Radio Room, the rest of the production crew getting off the stage as well, and he knew that his team, and Blaine, would be here shortly. Blaine was his PA and would be granted access as soon as he could get. And Jesse wanted nothing more than to hold and kiss him in front of the world. He had hoped that he would be here before they called his name from behind the mic, but he hadn't seen him, so he took his place behind the mic, greeting the room of reporters with a smile, all the while keeping his eye out to see when Blaine got there.

Blaine was beyond happy when he saw Jesse walking onto the stage to get the final and most important award for Grammy standards. He chuckled when he realized that his boyfriend would be repeating the same thank yous over and over, but what could he do, right? A curious looked came onto his face when he heard him swifting from what was supposed to be a standard thank you speech, then as he kept on talking his eyes went wider and wider. "Oh my god..." he whispered, his hands covering his mouth as to prevent any sound to come out of them. And the crowd in th theater had more or less that same reaction. Shock, then awe, even with a few who didn't seem to agree with his choice, but that didn't matter. Blaine's heart swelled with pride as he looked at Jesse, finally so... happy with himself and who he was. He had to breathe hard not to cry, and between the moment they were taken off the stage and someone came up to him to take him backstage, Blaine pondered on what he should do. Should we come up to him and steal his thunder? Maybe that wouldn't happen, because the night belonged to Jesse, through and through, no matter what Blaine would do, and he wanted to share that moment with him. Finally. The interviews had started by the time they got there, still no one knowing it was him, so he simply stayed behind while Jesse answered his line of questions.

Jesse 's heart was still beating a mile a minute as he stood up on the small stage in front of all the reporters. He couldn't believe what'd just happened. Trust him to one up himself winning five Grammys by coming out to not just one or two people, but the whole world. Even those that didn't watch the Grammys, he was sure would have seen it by now. Things seemed to spread so fast. He looked in front of him, at the sea of hands raised and knew he had to pick one. He wasn't sure what to expect in this moment. He knew he should expect a lot of questions about what just happened, but part of him just hoped people asked about the music too. "Yes, hello," he pointed out one of the reporters and they stood up. "First of all, congratulations." "Thank you," he replied with a smile. "Secondly... what were you thinking in that moment? Giving your speech for Album of the Year? Was it planned?" "Uh, no," Jesse gave a quiet laugh, "it wasn't planned... I still have my original speech in my pocket here. I guess... it just suddenly hit me that I was done living a lie by omission. I don't know what this will mean for my career, I honestly don't. But it's 2017 so I'd like to think people have got over it. And I think I've proven tonight that I've earned my spot in the music industry. So whatever people think about me, my relationship or my sexuality, I don't care anymore. Because now people can make up that decision knowing the truth. Yes." He pointed out someone else, "Jesse, what would you say to your boyfriend, if he were here?" "I..." His eyes scanned the room and at the moment he saw Blaine and his face lit up. Not overly noticeable to those who didn't know him, but he couldn't help let his eyes linger on Blaine. "I'd tell him... well, he knows. But I'm not going to say it for the first time up here on this stage. So for now I'd just thank him, for being there for me."

Blaine felt thankful for the first time in his life for being so short, that way it was easier for him to peek at Jesse in the sea of reporters and flashes that went on nontop. When they made that question he swallowed hard when he saw Jesse looking at him, then he tilted his head and blinked, trying to think what he could mean by that. Part of him didn't want to take the spotlight from him, the praise he was getting something so very well earned, and he maybe wanted to duck his head and ask him to talk about the whole thing when they were alone. But his heart was bursting with so much happiness, it prevented him to keep a cool head about the whole thing. Quickly he grabbed the notepad he always carried around and a pen, then he waved his hand, hoping that Jesse would see him and that he would play along about Blaine being a reporter.

Jesse scanned the room for someone else to ask and then... wait. No, his eyes weren't seeing things. Blaine had definitely just put his hand up. His lips quirked up in a smile and he pointed to him, ignoring the sea of people between them, "yes... you?"

Blaine 's heart skipped a beat when he pointed at him, the sea of faces then focusing on him. "Yes, thank you. Um... Like everybody has stated here, congratulations. Again, hehe, for you multiple win tonight. I... Well, I just wanted to point out that what you did tonight was very brave. Surprising, but brave. And... I think I speak in your boyfriend's behalf when I say that he couldn't be more proud of you. Of the man that you are. And how lucky he is to have you in his life..." The words were starting to choke down his throat. "And about him being there for you? I don't think there's anywhere in the world he would rather be." He looked at him and smiled, both of them inside an invisible bubble for a couple of seconds.

Jesse listened to every word that Blaine was saying, swallowing thickly. There were a few murmurs in the room and Jesse could swore he heard something like "how would he know?" and that just wasn't right. "Well, if that's the case... sorry, excuse me everyone." Jesse expected he would be criticised for this. Not because he was gay, but because people have argued that award shows are award shows, not a place to rock the boat, so to say. But he didn't care. Even his Grammys, to him, felt less important than this. And since he'd actually won them, he thought he was the best person to comment on that. He stepped down from the stage and walked towards Blaine, grabbing his arm and gently tugging him forward until they were close enough that he could press his lips against Blaine's, ignoring the ridiculous amount of flashes that went off in the room at that time. He tuned out the world for those few moments, but regretfully had to pull away. "I have to get back to the interv-" "Jesse, Jesse! Give us a smile!" "Is this your boyfriend?" At that one Jesse turned and raised an eyebrow towards the direction of the person who asked reaching one hand down to take Blaine's, "yes... obviously." He turned back to Blaine, "I have to..." he nodded towards the stage, "but wait for me, okay? You'll come with me to the afterparty... right? As my date? Not as my PA."

Blaine looked at Jesse with wide eyes when he saw him coming down the stage, but his own feet were glued to the ground; he wouldn't move when Jesse pulled him close and pressed their lips together, the touch so electric, and also so short. He knew that Jesse had to go back, and that there were a ton of things they needed to talk about, then all the sudden he was blinded by white lights that seemed to come from everywhere. Ow, ow, ow. How could Jesse take all that was beyond him. The touch of his hand was a good distraction from all that blindness, and he smiled at him. "Of course. I'll still carry your water and crackers, just in case." He winked at him and chuckled before he patted his hand. "Go."

Jesse nodded, leaning in for another quick kiss because he couldn't resist now. He wanted to be alone with Blaine, to tell him what he wanted to say on stage. But that was something he wanted between them, not them and the rest of the world. "If Georgia rings you, tell her we're busy, yeah?" He grinned, and made his way back on stage in a whirlwind of happiness. "Uhh... questions. Sorry, this night has been kind of crazy for me. As I'm sure you all just witnessed." He ran a hand through his hand, knowing that he wasn't supposed to do that because it would mess up the styling but it didn't matter now. He didn't care what his hair looked like for the afterparties. The rest of the interviews went by in a haze of questions and answers, most seemed to be about his speech, Blaine, but there were a few reporters that asked him about the music and what it was like to be recognised for not only his singing, but his writing. He was more than happy to talk about Blaine but he was grateful for those reporters who seemed to remember that this was a music awards show too. When his time was up he departed the stage and headed to the backstage areas where only a small number of people were, looking for Blaine. When he found him, he took his hand and pulled him over into an empty dressing room for someone, he didn't know. There was no stuff around, it look like they'd cleared out or the room hadn't been used tonight. "Pinch me," he said, with a laugh, falling into a chair, "that happened, right?"

Blaine chuckled. "Oh, she will call. We're are in troooouble." He gave Jesse's hand one more squeeze before letting him go, and he couldn't wipe the smile off his face as he watched him once again having his moment on stage. If possible, he looked even more gorgeous now, with a calm yet happy expression on his face. Once that part was done he had to struggle with a swirl of reporters that came at him like a tidal wave, but another advantage of being shorter than anyone else was that he could duck down quickly, and so he did until he made to the backstage area where only those with courtesy passes could go. There was a certain look on people's faces as he walked by then, but mostly were smiles, for which he was grateful. He gasped when he felt a sudden tug to his hand, then chuckled when he saw it was Jesse, and he followed him gladly into an empty room, the chattering sound left behind even if it was just for a little while. "You know you don't have to ask that twice from me" he said as he walked up to him and bent down in front of him. "My god. You really are crazy. But I really am so proud of you, baby."

Jesse couldn't wipe the smile off his face when Blaine was in front of him and he reached forward, cupping his face in his hand and rubbing soft circles with his thumb. "You are?" He hadn't come out for solely Blaine, not really. Yes, Blaine was certainly a factor and definitely the one that gave him a push in the right direction, but in the end he was just tired of lying and hiding who he was. His phone started vibrating at that moment and he saw it was Georgia, the fifth call in ten minutes. He rolled his eyes and answered it. "Georgia, I'm sorry I didn't give you the heads up but I didn't know I was going to do it until I was on stage and I'm going to hang up now so I can take my boyfriend to the after parties, okay bye!" He hung up on her, cutting off what was sure to be some stern lecture about PR or something of the sort. "Oh look," he looked at his phone, amused, "I'm trending on Facebook and twitter. And not for winning some Grammys." He switched his phone off then, just as it started to buzz again. "Where were we? Oh, right!" He leaned forward, so he and Blaine were close to one another, "on that stage... when that reporter asked me that question. You know what I wanted to say, right?"

Blaine smiled as he placed his hand on top of Jesse's as he cupped his face. "So much. And also so very happy." He bit his lip down when Jesse said Georgia was on the phone, only imagining what the woman's face must have been at that moment, then laughed when Jesse cut her off like that. In a way Blaine felt a bit sad when Jesse said he was a trending topic but not for his win, wishing that people could only focus on what had made his boyfriend a winner that night, but that was just human nature. "I'm sorry, baby. The news will wear out soon, and they'll be talking again about your music in no time." He looked up at him, from his position on the ground, and he tilted his head. "Uh... Not really?"

Jesse shrugged, "no, it's okay. I don't really care now. People can talk about it all they like. It won't change the fact that I won and I came out. Best. Night. Ever." He chuckled softly, knowing that he'd have to deal with the fireworks later. And there would definitely be a much longer talk with Georgia later, he could be sure of that. "You don't?" He shuffled forward in his chair, looking down at Blaine, "well, when she asked... I wanted to tell them all how much I loved you. How much I love you. But I didn't want the first time I said that to be to a bunch of reporters."

Blaine was giving Jesse his full attention, the hand that was cupping his face now held gently between his own two hands. Then when those words came out of his lips his knees failed under him and his bend position changed into a total sitting on his knees one on the floor, his eyes wide with a kind of wonder that was making his heart to swell up. "You.. do?"

Jesse tilted his head to the side and smiled, his eyes crinkling. "Of course," he said, leaning forward and pressing a slow kiss on Blaine's lips, trying to put as much meaning behind it as I could. "But I wanted you to hear it first. Thank you. For standing beside me through all of this while I figured out that I could be who I was. I love you, Blaine."

Blaine was at first shocked, in all honesty, by Jesse's words, but as his brain processed it and let it sink in, his heart started to bit just a tad faster, especially when he kissed him again. He looked at him and his eyes swelled up with happy tears, for he felt the same. And had for a long time, only he had chosen not to act on it, in the eventuality they wouldn't be able to be together anymore. He finally stood up and pulled Jesse on his feet as well, his hand still holding onto his before he looked up at him and smiled softly. "I love you too, Jesse. So so much-" His words choked down his throat though he knew he had to keep it together, and he cradled his face with both hands and pulled him for a sweet, long kiss.

Jesse felt immense relief when Blaine uttered the same words back at him. For one horrible, fleeting moment, he was afraid that Blaine didn't... but he didn't need to worry. He melted into the kiss, his arms resting around Blaine's shoulders. "This has been an... eventful night, huh?" He shook his head with a laugh, "but I should really make an appearance at the afterparty. Want to ditch Apollo's and come with me to WMG's or Sony's? I don't feel like being with an Apollo crowd tonight and I got invited to all of them so..."

Blaine laughed softly and nodded. "Eventful is putting it mildly." He pulled his head just a little and grinned. "Look at you, St. James. Ditching parties left and right. As your PA I would tell you that would be highly unadviced. But for one night I'm gonna say screw it. Let's do whatever you want, baby."

Jesse gave a half hearted shrug, "I know. The media will have a field day if I don't go to the Apollo one. But everyone will be there asking questions. Maybe you're right. Maybe I've done enough rocking the boat tonight and I should just stick with Apollo's and deal with Santana and Georgia and everyone. Or, we could go to WMG's... I hear Katy Perry will be there and given I've heard three different Katy Perry ringtones from your phone since I've met you... I could introduce you, you know?"

Blaine pulled his hand up and kissed it. "Only if you want to, really. I'll be okay with anything you want." His eyes went wide and he gasped out loud. "What?? YOU WOULD?? OH MY GOSH, I'D LOVE TO!! I'm squealing, aren't I?" He giggled, then jumped into Jesse's arms. "I love you!"

Jesse was taken aback by Blaine's reaction, but was quick enough to catch him in his arms, spinning him around because he couldn't quite resist. "So... a big fan then?" He said, sounding amused, but it had given them their answer. If meeting someone would make Blaine that excited, then there was really no way he couldn't go the Warner Brother's music party. It would be criminal. "I love you too," he loved the sound of those words on his lips. Since he'd met Blaine he'd been so focused on Kings of the Sun and the tour and everything that was coming up that he'd really had no time to sit and write any songs. But now, his head was just spinning with lyrics and sound, and they all had one thing in common. Blaine. "Now," he stepped back and held out his hand, "let's get to the afterparty. They'll have a red carpet there. You ready to go down it as my date, boyfriend?"

Blaine couldn't stop babbling and squealing, the thought of him meeting his favorite performer, after Jesse of course, almost too unreal. All about that night felt that way to him. "Nooo. Can't you tell?" He giggled, then took his hand and nodded. "Let's do this, boyfriend!" He stole one more kiss before they walked out the door, the security staff quickly leading them to where the first main party was. The one held by the Academy, which was a sort of must-go to everyone that have won. After that one, they could go to any party they wanted to. After a flute of champagne and a plate of food, and plenty of pictures, they were ready to hit the really cool fter parties.

Jesse smiled his way through the Academy official party. He'd always hated it, moving on quickly to Apollo's without a glance back, but he seemed to be somewhat of a coveted guest this year, which meant he had to stay for a little bit. There needed to be some photo ops and everyone seemed to want to get a piece of him, and him and Blaine. He smiled politely and spoke to relevant people, until they were finally ready and able to leave. "Okay, let's go," he said, relaxing, and loosening his bow tie until it slipped off. He tucked it in his pocket, leaving his jacket on because he hadn't brought any other clothes to change into. They did, in the end, go to the WMG's party. The red carpet was still well covered by reporters and they moved down it, this time it was not just Jesse posing by himself (though there was plenty of that as well), but he dragged Blaine in for a couple of photos as well, since people seemed to be demanding it. "Come on, they've had you for long enough," he said, and pulled Blaine into the building, leaving the flash of cameras behind. The music was loud inside, and there was a dance floor full of people, as well as lots of people elsewhere. It was certainly a bit more party, unlike the Academy one. "Want a drink?" He said, loud enough for Blaine to hear.

Blaine could easily say he wasn't prepared by the tidal wave of flashes that surrounded them but he offered everyone a polite smile, and like Jesse, he was happy to leave that stern party behind and go to the much cooler ones. Unlike Jesse, Blaine wasn't wearing a tux, so in a way he was much more comfortale than Jesse was, which made him feel a bit bad for his boyfriend; but the adrenaline rush was such, he didn't seem to mind. The red carpet before the party was equally savage than the one previous to the ceremony, and now they had a bigger hunger for Jesse, and Blaine too. From standing on the sidelines he was now in front of the camera for most pictures. He found that funny. "Oh thank god!" he said with a chuckle when Jesse tugged him away. "I don't even know what they'd care about my picture anyway. Silly people." He looked around and bounced happily, that party seemed much more fun than the Academy one. "Yes, please!" he shouted over the music. "Nothing alcoholic, preferibly!"

Jesse turned to Blaine and grinned, "because you're really pretty and look great for the camera. That, and they're a bunch of fucking piranhas snapped at information until they know everything about everyone they deem interesting. And I'm apparently interesting." They both went together to the bar, Jesse getting a soda as well, since he didn't get drunk often. The last time had been... well, he and Blaine ended up together so it really wasn't all that bad. But regardless, there were still going to be photos taken, and he didn't need his drunk face on the front of magazines, he'd created enough of a stir tonight as it was. "There you go," he said, passing the drink to Blaine as he scoped the room to see who was here.

Blaine bounced his hips to the music that was playing while he stood behind Jesse and waited for his drink, the atmosphere so fun and hip, it was already getting to him. "Thanks!" he told him as he got his glass, then took a long sip of it since his throat was dry, the bottle of mineral water already empty by then. "See anyone interesting?" he asked him in his ear when he noticed him looking around.

Jesse nodded at Blaine's question, "plenty. But I guess tonight, I'm the interesting one." He grinned at him, the weight of the awards he'd won earlier really starting to hit him now. People started to come up to him and congratulate him once they realised he was there, a couple asking why he wasn't at Apollo's party. "I'll probably head there later," he said, laughing to one person. Sometimes people acted as though all the stars in the music industry knew each other. As though he hung out with Lady Gaga or Beyonce or, heck, he was pretty sure he remembered seeing one article speculating on how often he hung out with the boys of One Direction. But truthfully, while they were all familiar with each other, he wasn't really close to any of them, with the exception of Santana. "Oh, there's Katy. Come on." He guided Blaine through the crowd, stopping a couple of times along the way, but they did eventually reach her. "Hi," he smiled at her warmly and they hugged cordially. They'd met a couple of times and were friendly enough. They struck up a small conversation, her congratulating him on the awards and coming on. "Speaking of, this is my boyfriend, Blaine."

Blaine being his PA after all, already knew and was familiar with all the people that came up and speak to Jesse, which was without a doubt the star of the night. Of course, when he mentioned seeing Katy Perry his mode switched from boyfriend to fanboy, and he was practically hopping his way behind Jesse when they made their way to her through the crowd. He waited for Jesse to greet her first, then his face broke in a bright smile when he finally got his chance to speak to his idol. "Hi! It's so, so very nice to meet you. Oh my god, I'm so nervous!" He shook her hand and nodded. "Well, aren't you the cutest thing?" she said with an equally warm smile, then pulled him in a hug, which Blaine was happy to return.

Jesse watched, amused, as Blaine greeted her. He was clearly a big fan, and he was sure they would have had another opportunity to meet her had they chosen to go to Apollo's, but Blaine's reaction made choosing WMG's worth it. The three of them chatted for a little while, before she had to excuse herself and they watched her go. He turned to Blaine and pouted, "how come you weren't that excited when you met me? Should I be jealous?"

Blaine couldn't wipe the smile off his face as he waved Katy goodbye, and was still bouncing on his feet, trying to shake his excitement off a it. "Are you kidding? I was pudding that day! I just had to be discrete because I wanted the job!" He kissed his cheek and smiled. "Though you being jealous about me sounds pretty hot."

Jesse considered that answer, and then nodded, "I suppose I can give you that one. It was a job interview." He gave Blaine a smile, taking his hand, "jealous of whichever artist happens to be you favourite artist, be it Katy or someone else? Definitely. So who is your favourite artist? I need to know so I can practice my fake-glare when I see them next."

Blaine chuckled and patted his arm gently. "Well... If you ever happen to find a way to introduce me to Elton John, we may have to reconsider our relationship." He looked at him seriously, then burst out laughing. "I'm kidding! Are there any snacks around here? I'm kinda hungry."

Jesse gasped, and put a hand over his heart, "you wound me! But I promise, if I'm ever in the vicinity of Elton John, I'll make sure to introduce myself... and you." He shook his head, amused, and then looked around, "should be, come on." He took Blaine's hand again (he didn't really want to let go of it now he could) and they went in search of some food. There was a buffet of finger food on the opposite side of the huge room they discovered, so they helped themselves. Once they were done, he grinned and nodded towards the dance floor, "wanna dance?"

Blaine ate plenty from the buffet but not as much to stuff himself or to feel sick afterwards, just enough. "I'd love that!" Now that they could he wanted to take evey chance he could of being out like this with Jesse, happy and careless. Holding his boyfriend's hand above his head he led them both to the dance floor, then he put his arms around his neck and started to sway to the music.

Jesse couldn't help but still feel slightly self-conscious as they went out of the dance floor, like his brain was still stuck in the mode where it had to try to hide this. Like there were alarm bells going off in his mind saying this was a BAD IDEA. But he knew he didn't need to worry about that. The cat was well and truly out of the bag (well, closet) and with the interviews after the award show, it wasn't like the news that it was Blaine wouldn't have reached fans either. He dreaded to think what some people were posting. When Blaine moved his hands around his neck, he quickly fell into routine and slipped his own around Blaine's waist. The song had slowed down considerably now, definitely a sway sort of song, so he rested his head on Blaine's shoulder and just enjoyed the music while it played. As the song changed into something more upbeat, the crowd cheered, and it took him no more than two beats to realise that was his song. He rarely went out so it wasn't like he was used to dancing on a dance floor to his music. On stage, sure. But this was entirely different.

Blaine was more than content dancing a sort of slow, romantic song with Jesse, one of the many things they could actually do in public now, the warmth of their bodies as they sawyed from side to side comfortable and sweet, then he bounced harder than anyone else when Jesse's song started to play and he danced and jumped without a care in the world, just happy to be celebrating that important night with the man he loved. THey switched several times from dancing to drinking something to cool down, then maye eat something too, then they would dance again. Of course, Blaine made a complete halt when he spotted the chcocolate fountain, and he practically dragged Jesse towards that one. "OOOH, this look yummy!"

Jesse just shook his head and laughed, "chocolate always looks yummy. Strawberry or marshmallow?" He grabbed two of the disposable skewers they had next to them, and passed one to Blaine, "or... are those pretzels? Really?" He ended up thinking 'what the hell' and telling himself that he just won five Grammy awards, he was allowed to have whatever dippings he wanted. He loaded his skewer up like a kebab, one marshmallow, one strawberry, until it was just over half full. "Don't judge me," he said with a grin, putting it in the pouring chocolate.

Blaine wasn't too fond of pretzels so he would definitely skip that one, but he made that out with filling the skewer with both marshmallows and strawberries the most he could, then he patted Jesse's shoulder and chuckled. "I'm the one you shouldn't judge" he said before he dipped the whole thing in the fountain and took a big bite of it.

Jesse grinned and took a bite of his own, both of them getting chocolate over their face since it was melted and kinda went everywhere. "Oops," he grabbed a napkin wiped his face and mouth clean, handing one to Blaine as well. "How long do you think is an acceptable time of staying, before ditching the award shows and going home?"

Blaine giggled when they both whad their faces covered in chocolate, then smiled when Jesse handed him a napkin. "Well, I think we've already stayed here a reasonable amount of time. That being said, we should really go to the Apollo party, even for a short time, and then we can go home. What'd you say, hmm?"

Jesse pouted but knew Blaine was right. If he didn't make at least a brief appearance at the Apollo party, rumours would spread and with what he'd said in his speech, it could reflect poorly on him, Apollo and the relationship they both had. And he didn't actually want people thinking Apollo was homophobic or anything. "Fine," he muttered, tossing his napkin in the bin, "but if Tarina tries to make me her gay BFF, I'm ... well, probably just peeling myself away from her." They headed out of the party, through a different door than they'd came as to not cause traffic on the red carpet, but there were still reporters here, and a long line of cars that WMG had hired to make sure their guests got home safely. They climbed into the back seat of the first one, "Apollo, please." The driver pulled off into the street, no doubt versed in where all the different parties were tonight as many people hopped between them.

Blaine chuckled and gently squeezed Jesse's sshoulder. "I'm pretty sure everyone would want you to be their gay BFF tonight, babe. Let's go." He followed Jesse suit through the back door and into the car, which quickly made their way down the street to take them to the Apollo party. "Are you still comfy there? I mean, I know I am because I'm not wearing a tux or party shoes-" He took his hand. "I promise I'll give you a foot rub when we get to your place." He smiled at him gently.

Jesse looked down at what he was wearing and shrugged, "I'm used to it... I guess I could take the vest off, but I'd rather just take all my clothes off for you, in one go." He grinned at him and pressed a kiss to his lips, "although I'll never say no to a foot rub." After a short ride they pulled up outside of Apollo's party and got out of the car, making their way down the red carpet. People seemed ecstatic to see him, obviously having expected him a lot earlier than now. He answered questions smoothly, and denied that him being late meant anything other than he'd popped into catch up with some friends at WMG's party, and now he was here. "I'm proud to be signed to the Apollo label, and I have no doubts they'll support me, thank you." He said, slipping away from the last interview and into the party. WMG's was filled with people he hadn't recognised, or people he recognised but didn't necessarily know. Here, he knew a lot of the people. He sighed, and took Blaine's hand after a moment's hesitation. He still felt like he had to pull away, but he didn't need to anymore. He could hold Blaine's hand as much as he liked.

Blaine followed him out of the car, the flashes going off everywhere around them as they finally hit the carpet that led into the party. He stayed to the side whenever Jesse was stopped for an interview, knowing that it was him with who they wanted to talk with, then they walked together into the party. He knew how much it meant for Jesse to be holding his hand like that, especially now that he was out and didn't have to hide anymore. "You know, you don't have to hold my hand the whole time. I won't get lost." He chuckled, then smiled at him. It was his own way of telling him it was okay for him not to, and in fact, he let go of him gently and patted his back. "Go mingle. It's your night."

Jesse turned to Blaine, looking concerned for a moment. What he'd done earlier... it was no small thing, at least to him. He was sure some people on Facebook or Twitter were saying it didn't matter, but it did to him. And he wanted Blaine there for the support, especially in a crowd like this, with people he knew. It was a comfort, to have his hand in his and a reminder of how he could finally be himself after all these years, though the last few months with Blaine had been the hardest part. "It wasn't... I didn't think you'd get lost. But I guess you're right." He looked around and spotted Santana talking with one of the crew guys and nodded in her direction, "I'm just... I'll be right back, okay?" He made his way over to Santana, ducking his head so he didn't get stopped by anyone else. When she saw him a mixture of expressions went over her face, until she turned and walked off to the balcony without a word. "Santana! Come on... fuck." He sighed, and followed her out there, shutting the door behind him, "well, nice to see you too." "You could have warned me," she said, leaning on the railing and looking out over the city, "I'm your best friend, Jesse. And now people think I'm crushing on a gay guy." "I didn't know it was going to happen until it did, I swear. And nobody thinks that, we always told everyone we were just friends." She snorted, "but we let them think more and you know it!" Santana sighed, shaking her head, "I'm happy for you, Jesse, I really am. And I'm so, so proud of you. But if one more person asks me how I'm taking the news I swear to go I will end them." "Wouldn't expect any less," he chuckled and leaned next to her on the railing, "Blaine told me to mingle. He probably meant in there. You, Quinn, Blaine and I are going to catch up for dinner soon, okay? You can yell at me more there, I promise. I know you love that." He winked at her, then pressed a kiss to her cheek before slipping back into the party and doing what Blaine had said, mingling.

Blaine never had any trouble ducking out of sight, since normally no one paid attention to the short guy who always seemed to be shadowing Jesse. But that night he could feel the eyes on him, even through all the darkness often broken by lasers lights that came out of nowhere. After seeing Jesse going after Santana, him being a short guy, he easily slipped away and found the way to the bar, where he order a cocktail and then pulled up a chair against a wall and sat there to enjoy his drink.

Jesse managed to avoid a lot of people luckily, and somehow didn't see Georgia (which he was glad about, he'd rather face her when he wasn't high on adrenaline and had a couple of drinks) as he made his way around the room, accepting congratulations on the awards, and a few on coming out. There were a couple of people that didn't really look twice at him, but he didn't really care. He brushed Tarina off quickly, not even surprised when she came up to him and acted like they had always been friends. Tarina and Santana hated each other (behind closed doors, of course) and given Santana was his best friend, he was firmly on her side. He'd always found Tarina fake, and he wasn't about to suddenly be friends with her. A little while later, and far too much conversation, he found Blaine sitting at the bar with a mostly empty drink, and slid into the seat next to him, dropping his head down on the bar. He regretted it instantly, feeling a sticky substance on his forhead and raised his head back up to look at Blaine, "okay, that's gross. I mingled, are you proud of me?" He smiled at Blaine, then flagged down the waiter and ordered himself whatever Blaine was having. "Should I make it two," he asked Blaine, offering him another one.

Blaine tapped his fingertips on the table to the music, and he waved casually at some people that looked at him like he was a curiosity. Silly people. He smiled when he spotted Jesse coming towards him, then made an 'ew' face when Jesse realized where he head laid his head on. "Shoot, hang on" he said, then he grabbed his own napkin and rubbed some of the cool moist off his own glass and quickly rubbed Jesse's foreheand clean the best he could. "Mhm. Very proud." He giggled, then kissed his cheek and nodded. "Sure, I can have another one! It's mostly a fruity thing, so we should be okay."

Jesse laughed as he watched the bartender make the drinks, and shook his head, "mostly fruity alcohol." He took the glass when it was placed in front of him and held it up, clinking it with Blaine's. "Cheers." He took a drink from the straw and made a face, "mmm... definitely fruity." Fruity cocktails certainly weren't Jesse's normal drink of choice, but he was feeling carefree and a little rebellious tonight, so a ridiculously brightly coloured drink sounded appealing for a change. "You haven't seen Georgia, have you? I'm trying to avoid her until I've had a couple of days to think."

Blaine chuckled when he saw the face Jesse made when he tried the cocktail, then shook his head. "Nope, I haven't. And trust me, I have a good hawkeye spot here, and no. Unless she's been in the bathroom this whole time, I don't know where she could be."

Jesse nodded, "good... that's good. Maybe she's just pissed I hung up on her... or she's working. I'm not her only artist." He took another drink, and looked around. "You think we can ditch after this drink? I mingled, spoke to people... I'd prefer not to be here when everyone gets really drunk."

Blaine didn't want to think that Georgia was mad at Jesse in any way, though by proxi, she would mad at Blaine too. But he figured they could deal with her later, and in a much more calm place than a party. He only took two sips at his drink and didn't feel like having any more of it, since he already had one before, then he looked at him and chuckled. "Yeah, we can. I think you were social enough for tonight, babe."

Jesse looked relieved, ready to start heading off. They sat there for awhile longer as Jesse finished his drink, and making their way out of the room took a little while as people were still stopping him. "Let's go," he whispered when he saw a clear shot of the exit door and all but bolted out of them. Of course there were reporters on the way out, but Jesse was well versed in how to answer respectfully but quickly so they made it to a car as soon as they could. "It's never as simple as just leaving, is it?" He shook his head with a smile and shut the door behind them, looking at the driver and giving him his address. He took Blaine's hand, "are you... can you stay at mine tonight?"

Blaine couldn't help but laugh when they snuck out of the party like schoolboys who wanted to find a place to make out, although their escape was somewhat stalled at one point by reporters, then he sat back inside of the car and ran his fingers through his hair, his short curls already starting to loose the grip of the small amount of gel he applied earlier that night. "No, it's not. But it's fun!" He giggled, then took his hand back and nodded. "I'd like that, yeah." He shifted on his seat and leaned on Jesse, his body and arms resting against the warmth of his body. He wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world that night.

Jesse relaxed when he heard Blaine saying that he wanted to stay at his. After everything that happened, even though it was something he was proud of, he just didn't feel like being alone tonight. "Thank you," he said softly, looking down at their intertwined hands, rubbing soft circle's with his thumb into Blaine's. They watched the city streets go by in mostly silence until they pulled up outside of Jesse's apartment. The driver was paid for by Apollo for the entire evening, so they didn't need to pay him but thanked him as they exited the vehicle and made their way upstairs and into the apartment. "Oh my god," he exhaled as soon as the door was shut, walking into the living area and falling onto the couch on his back, looking up at where Blaine was standing, "I can't believe that all just happened."

Blaine was also glad to leave all the noise, flashes and people in general behind when they finally closed the door of the apartment behind them, his ears already ringing from all that buzzing. He took his shoes at the door, for which he sighed happily, then he walked up to the couch and also slumped down on it, beside Jesse. "Yep, I did. Crazy as it was, it did." He looked at him and smiled. "I love you, Jesse. And I'm so proud of you. I'll never get tired of saying that. Both things."

Jesse looked back at Blaine, "I'll never get tired of you." He said simply, leaning forward and kissing him softly. His couch was large enough that they could lay side by side each other comfortably. He'd got it in case his family visited, it was big enough for someone to sleep on if the guest room was already full. "Thank you, for being with me tonight. Next award show, I want you there as my date. Properly."

Blaine smiled against his lips, then shifted on his seat so that they were laying together on the couch, their arms holding one another warmly. "Well, that's good because you're not getting rid of me that easy, mister!" he chuckled, then buried his face under Jesse's chin, in full snuggle mode against him. "Mmm... I like that thought. I'd go with you anywhere, in any way."

Jesse wrapped his arms around Blaine and held him close, wondering if he switched on the TV or radio if he'd hear some kind of news about the Grammys. It was still ringing in his mind that right now, in this moment, people were talking about him. He would have to be blind not to know the Grammys were huge, to not know that people all around the world watched and followed them and the stars that won. He was sure there would be some uproar, he wondered what the conservative blogs about their 'family values' would have to say about his speech. After a few moments passed, he couldn't help but undo one of Blaine's shirt buttons, just so he could slip his hand in and rest it on the toned abs there.

Blaine was happy just to lay with Jesse like that, both of them together in the most relaxed, lazy way, especially after the rolLercoaster that had been that night. After a short while he smiled when he saw the man's fingers unbuttoning his shirt, and he let him do that before he also helped Jesse t ease off the tux jacket he was still wearing, also loosening the bowtie to allow the top buttons of his shirt open. "Is that better? You're all tucked in there." He chuckled softly.

Jesse hummed and tossed the jacket aside, not really caring. It was going to get dry cleaned anyway, so it wasn't like a few more creases would matter. "Mmm... too much tucked in." He tugged Blaine's shirt out from his trousers, and kept unbuttoning it until it was now hanging open, his boyfriend's chest and abs on full display for him. Leaning in, he pressed gentle kisses against the soft skin.

Blaine giggled when Jesse pulled his shirt out like that, feeling just a tad shy when his shirt hung open like that. In his mind he didn't have the perfect body. In fact he was not only short but a it pudgy and not at all muscular. He wasn't the greek good he saw on Jesse every time he got to see him naked. So he couldn't help but feeling a bit selfconscious for a second, right until the moment in which Jesse would look at him as if he was the most beautiful thing in the world, and for that instant, he felt exactly like that. A soft smile curled his lips when Jesse leaned in, the soft peck to his skin burning every spot his lips touched, while he carded his fingers through the dark gold locks of hair.

Jesse looked up at Blaine and grinned, moving up to kiss him on the lips properly, rocking his body down on him. "Come to bed with me?" He looked at Blaine, feeling so full of hope for what their life could be now. He wanted to take Blaine on a date. A proper one. Where people may take photos and his face may end up splashed over the cover of gossip magazines. He wanted to hold his hand in the street and not care when people noticed. He wanted to post stupid selfies on his Instagram and Twitter with cliche quotes. But none of it was something he had to simply want now, it was all things they could just do

Blaine hummed softly against his lips, his fingertips still stroking his hair and moving to hold onto the back of his neck. He then looked at him and grinned. "As long as you promise to take all these pesky clothes out of the way." He grabbed onto his shirt and tugged it lightly.

Jesse stood up and held his hand out to Blaine, "I wouldn't expect anything different." He pulled Blaine up and they made their way into the bedroom, lips hardly ever leaving the other's except to pull off one item of clothing or another. He was sure they would wake up tomorrow to a trail of clothing leading from the couch to the bedroom, but he didn't care. At last they reached the bed and their legs hit the edge of it, causing them both to tumble onto it. They had lost most of their clothes now, except for one sock on Jesse, and Blaine still had his briefs on. He wasted no time in toeing the sock off and slipping his hands under the waistband of Blaine's briefs, pulling them off in one swift motion.

Blaine chuckled against his lips as they stumbled their way into the bedroom, their clothes left behind like a bread crumbs trail, all while their lips refused to part from each other for one second. It was a giddy, almost teenage feeling that had them going at the moment, as it had in it the thrill of their first time all over again. He was about to lose his briefs when Jesse did it for him and it made him giggle, then he grabbed his hand and pushed him into the bed, and wasted no time before he was laying on top of him, their now naked bodies rutting together with ease as their lips found one another again. He grabbed both his hands and pinned to each side of his head, their fingers linking as he deepened the kiss that more.

Jesse arched himself up into the kiss when his hands were pinned, smiling against Blaine's lips. "There are probably people writing fanfiction about this right now," he said with a laugh, his hips grinding against Blaine's. There was something different and freeing about this time, not even caring that maybe now people were thinking about him and Blaine doing... whatever. It didn't feel secret or hidden anymore.

Blaine chuckled at that, his lips now moving from his lips to his jaw, then down his neck, where he placed a few well spotted kiss and nips on places he knew made Jesse squirm. "Babe, there were probably long Before tonight. Fans are curious like that..." he whispered against his neck, his teeth dragging over the sensitiVe skin.

Jesse wondered how many people had been... curious. Wondered if people would suddenly be saying tomorrow that they 'knew all along'. He'd never really given any indication in his public life that he was gay. He doubted half the people that would say they thought he was actually had. Sometimes when he'd had a couple of drinks and he'd been alone in his apartment, he used to Google himself. He never did it sober, but it was remarkable what a few glasses of ridiculously expensive wine could make a person do. He knew the popular fansites and he'd never seen anyone on their speculating. Though he knew now, there would be no speculation regardless. "Probably," he agreed nevertheless, letting out a moan when Blaine's teeth scraped his skin. He rolled his neck, his head falling on the side and exposing his skin more to Blaine.

Blaine looked up when Jesse said that and pulled away just a little, enough so that he could see his face. "Is that a problem to you...?"

Jesse looked confused for a moment, then shook his head, "no... of course not. It's just a little weird, that there are probably people imagining how I'd have sex, but it's not a problem. Especially not now. Let them think. I want them to know I'm with you... in every way."

Blaine smiled and bumped their noses together. "Everybody thinks that about everybody at one point. Who they're doing it with, and how they're doing it. From now on, I guess they can have a much better picture, huh?"

Jesse crinkled his nose, "gross. Let's not give them too much of a better picture though." He chuckled and leaned up so he could kiss Blaine again, already not wanting to be apart from him even for a couple of moments.

Blaine giggled. "Yeah, let's keep some mystery for ourselves." As they kissed once again he rolled them over, Jesse now laying on top of him while Blaine hooked both his legs around his waist, their erections rutting against one another between their bodies.

Jesse looked down at Blaine now he was on top of him, rocking his hips down with a groan. Since he'd got back from the tour, things had been so hectic that they'd hardly had much time to, well, just take their time. There had been occasions they had, of course, it hadn't been completely busy, but after such a hectic night, he just wanted to stay in Blaine's arms. Actually, no. What he really wanted was Blaine's cock in his mouth. He smirked down at him, leaning in to kiss him, slow and sensual, before pressing kisses down his body, dipping lower and lower.

Blaine couldn't stop the blush coming up his neck and face when Jesse looked down at him like that, with that smirk that always managed to melt him inside, and he kissed him back just as passionately but taking their time, now knowing they had all the time in the world. His head fell back when he felt his warm lips traveling down his body, every peck making his body jolt just a little each time while his fingers slid through his hair and stroked it gently. "God, I love you..." he breathed out as he spread his legs open so that Jesse could settle between them.

Jesse glanced at Blaine from where he was peppering kisses on his thigh, moving to lick a stripe along Blaine's cock, but didn't make any move to take him in his mouth just get. "I'm never going to get tired of hearing you say that," he admitted, the words still sending a thrill through him. Blaine loved him. And knew that Jesse loved him as well. Multiple Grammys, Best Album, coming out to the world and telling his boyfriend he loved him... he really doubted he could ever top this. He opened his mouth, taking just the head of Blaine's cock in, swirling his tongue around the head.

Blaine groaned and closed the grip on Jesse's hair, every kiss to his already heated skin feeling like fire that would consume him at some point, then he looked down at him and chuckled. "Good... Because I'll never get tired of saying it either..." He moaned and threw his head when his war breath finally washed over his now painfully semihard cock, and he had to hold back the need of pushing the man's head down with his hand. "Please... oh god, please..."

Jesse didn't need Blaine to ask twice, his mouth already savouring the taste on the tongue. He looked at Blaine, locking eyes with eyes as he took him in his mouth fully, sinking down on him. He often still wondered if he was doing the right thing half the time. He knew Blaine had told him he'd only had a couple of boyfriends before him but it was still more than Jesse had. Jesse only had Blaine. And he was perfectly fine with that, and Blaine seemed to enjoy what they did so he was sure it was okay.

Blaine bit his lip down as he watched his cock disappearing inside Jesse's mouth, the warmth that came from up almost too much to handle and he had to take deep breaths not to come on the spot for what would have been a bad early end. His hand still grabbed onto the man's hair, his hips now thrusting up just a bit but not much, enough to make them both feel the heat running through their bodies. "Fuck, that feels so good... Your mouth always feels so good, baby..."

Jesse groaned when Blaine's hips thrust up that little amount, reveling in the jolt it sent through him. He focused on doing what he knew Blaine liked, dragging his tongue in a particular way or hollowing his cheeks as he went down on him. He almost wanted to pull off and ask Blaine to tell him that again... he loved hearing Blaine say what he was doing felt good. But the desire to hear it again wasn't enough to actually make him want to not have him in his mouth. He hummed around him, taking him in as deep as he could.

Blaine grunted when Jesse did those things to him that he knew he loved, his body moving in tiny waves that resulted in him pushing his hips up and further into his mouth. "God, I wanna taste you too, baby... Please..." He then sat up and pulled Jesse off him before he clashed their mouths together in a dirty kiss, his tongue scrapping his own taste off Jesse's before he pushed him on his back and climbed on top of him, their lips still devouring one another as he closed his hand both their erections and stroked them firmly. "You want that, babe? You want my mouth on you, taking all your taste? I wanna hearyou saying how much you want it..."

Jesse whined when he felt himself pulled off Blaine's cock, trying to dip his mouth back onto it but he was swiftly pulled up to kiss his boyfriend and that wasn't exactly a bad thing either. His hips bucked up when Blaine's hand wrapped around their cocks together, nodding at his words. "Fuck... yes. Want your mouth on me... want to watch you ... want - ah - everything."

Blaine grinned against his lips. "Wanna watch me?" he repeated, then moved them both so that Jesse would sit up on the bed, his legs off it and Blaine kneeling on the floor in front of Jesse. "Now you can" he said with a husky voice before he wrapped his lips around the head of his cock and swirled his tongue around it.

Jesse didn't reply but watched as Blaine's mouth wrapped around his cock, his gorgeous mouth taking him in a way that just sent a jolt of electricity through him. He rested back on his hands, his back arching a little and he bit down on his lip, trying to resist rocking his hips forward.

Blaine hummed around Jesse's cock as it slid back and forth into his mouth, him looking at him through his eyelashes as he watched his reaction, one hand stroking the base and what he couldn't take in his mouth, while the other sneaked between his legs and fondled his balls.

Jesse let out a breathy moan when Blaine's hand joined his mouth in tandem, and he reached down to slide his own fingers in Blaine's hair, with one hand still on the bed to steady himself. "Fuck, how do you always - ah - know what to - god do?" He couldn't help but move his eyes away from where they were looking into Blaine's to watch as his mouth sunk down on him and fuck, if that wasn't the best thing he'd seen tonight he wasn't sure what was. And he'd just swept at the Grammys. "If you keep going, I won't last," he warned him, giving his hair a soft tug.

Blaine moaned and kept on devouring Jesse's cock like it was his last meal, and he could feel what the other was saying of not being able to hold back if he kept going, so as much as he loved what he was doing he pulled his lips off him and placed a gentle kiss to the tip ebefoRe he moved up and clashed their lips together in the most dirty way. "Now... All you need to tell me is if you wanna cum inside of me... or if you wanna cum while I fuck your sweet and tight ass, babe..."

Jesse fell back onto the bed when Blaine kissed him, pulling him along with him, though his legs were still hanging off the end of the bed. "Both sound so good," he said with a groan, tugging him up so they were both on the bed properly. "I want..." He wrapped his legs around Blaine, pulling him closer as he did, "please fuck me. I want you too... want to feel you inside of me."

Blaine chuckled as he waas moved up onto the bed again, then after they were back on the bed properly he laid atop of him and stroked his cheekbone with the pad of his thumb, his face lighting up with the smallest grin. "I like that idea..." he said, then kissed him again before he got off him so he could get the lube from the night table. "Turn on your stomach" he told him gently as he got back on the bed.

Jesse complied, rolling onto his stomach, his hard cock pressed between him and the bed. He folded his arms beneath his head and turned it to the side so he could look at Blaine. He brought his legs in a little, just enough to prop his hips up slightly, "like this?"

Blaine was uncapping the bottle of lube, so he wasn't looking at Jesse when he rolled on his stomach and settled down, but when he turned his head to face him it nearly caused him to cum on the spot, the sight far too gorgeous and hot for him not to. "Oh yeah, just like that." Before he prepped him the way he had to, Blaine felt a deep hunger that he needed to put down, so he lowered down behind him, his fingers spreaing his cheeks just enough before he dipped his head and gave the pink pucker a slow lick. "Mmm.. tasty" he whispered, then he lapped his rim fully before narrowing his tongue and slowly slid it inside of him.

Jesse gasped when he felt Blaine's tongue against him, not expecting it. He'd heard the pop of the lube and shut his eyes, anticipating his finger. "Oh, fuck, you... ah." When Blaine pushed inside of him, it was like a fire spreading over his body, knowing his boyfriend was behind him doing this.

Blaine purred as he kept on sliding his tongue back and forth inside of Jesse, his taste pouring down his throat with ease as he moved his head and shook it a little while he was still inside of him. This he did for a while until he relunctantly pulled his tongue out of him and actually slipped his slicked finger inside of him, then another, and he twisted his wrist slowly and pumped his fingers back and forth. "You look so fucking hot like this... So hot and hungry for me... Are you, babe..? Hungry for my cock in you, hmm?"

Jesse 's body writhed from Blaine's touch, reading deep inside of him with every twist of his fingers. He groaned at his words, wanting nothing more than just that, Blaine's cock inside him right now. But he knew it wouldn't be as enjoyable without this part, and it wasn't like he didn't enjoy Blaine having his tongue or fingers inside him either. "Fuck... yes," his body shook as he managed to nod, "want you... ready for you... but..." he paused for a moment, gasping loudly as Blaine's finger brushed against his prostate, "I want to ... ah ... see you."

Blaine leaned down on top of him and tugged his ear lobe with his teeth, his lips curling in a grin when he felt the man's body jerking when he reached his soft spot inside, and he kept on fondling that spot a couple more seconds just so he could hear the sweet and sinful sounds he made. But he too wanted nothing more than to be inside of him now, so he pulled his fingers out of him carefully, then laid on top of him completely and let his cock slide between his cheeks, the head brushing over his entrance as he pushed his hips back and forth.

Jesse groaned as Blaine's cock brushed against him, and he could feel his hips thrusting. "Wait... ah... wait," he managed to say, despite also wanting Blaine to just get inside him already. He also wanted to see him as well, and it wasn't as easy from this angle. He nudged Blaine just enough that he could roll over onto his back and then spread his legs wide, hooking his legs behind Blaine to pull him closer. "I want to see you," he said again, looking up at him and biting his lip.

Blaine chuckled as he leaned back a bit, allowing Jesse to turn on his back, then hoisted his arms under Jesse's and kissed him again. "Mmm... good thinking. I also want to see your face when you come because it's so damn hot." He rutted down on him, their members slothing together hotly, their lips still devouring one another as he reached down and blindly guided his cock between his cheeks and pushed the head in. He groaned into the kiss as the tight muscle clamped around his cock, then moved his hips foward, slowly sliding in until he was fully seathed in.

Jesse felt a faint blush spread over his cheeks at Blaine's comment. It was still surreal to him, being able to have someone like this... more than just from afar fantasies, which it had been his whole life before Blaine. And now they didn't even have to keep their relationship private, they could go out on dates and he could talk about Blaine in interviews and talk about his sexuality in interviews and, in awhile, it would be old news. But it would always mean so much to him. His sounds echoed Blaine's groan as he finally felt his boyfriend's cock pushing in, a burn mixed in with the pleasure. When he was fully inside him, he took a few breaths, getting used to the feeling and letting his body relax... "it's okay," he said, pressing a kiss against his lips, "you can ... ah ... move"

Blaine peppered a bunch of kisses down Jesse's chin and neck while he gave him time to adjust, then he came back to his lips and smiled against them as he grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head as he linked their fingers together, his hips pulling back just enough for him to almost pull out of him, leaving only the head in, then he thrust his hips forward again, his teeth capturing Jesse's lower lip as he begun to move back and forth.

Jesse grinned when he felt his hands pinned above his bed, his body arching into Blaine's now that he couldn't touch him. When Blaine pulled out he steadied himself, ready for the way he rocked his hips back in, thrusting deep inside of him. "Blaine," he said with a gasp, "fuck... don't stop..."

Blaine looked right into his eyes as he begun to move, his hips moving in a slow, shallow way that filled Jesse up to the brim every time he pushed forward, his lips them moving down his jaw and to his neck. "I wasn't planing to..." he breathed out, his pace steady at first, feeling like his muscle would give out the more he thrust back in.

Jesse gave a half chuckle at Blaine's response, though he was glad to hear it of course. He could feel the thrusts of Blaine's hips as his legs moved with him from the way they were around his boyfriend. He bit down on his lip softly when Blaine's pressed agaisnt his neck, not even caring right now if he actually did more or left a mark... he didn't care if people saw, they could imagine all they wanted now.

Blaine felt the heat rising inside of him the longer, and the harder he thrust against Jesse's ass, then at one point he let go of his hands and hoisted his arms under the man's and anchored his hands on his shoulders, which made him push Jesse down harder on his cock, their movement now hard enough to make the bed to also rock back and forth.

Jesse wondered, not for the first time, who else in the past got to have Blaine like this. He didn't care, it wasn't like he thought Blaine's past boyfriends had any impact on their relationship now but he still sometimes wondered... because whoever they are, he hoped they knew how lucky they had been. He could feel the bed moving beneath them, and it was easy to get wrapped up (almost literally) in Blaine and his touches and forget about the possibility of what tomorrow would bring for him, them and his career. He moaned without caution, not caring if his walls were thinner than he thought and the neighbours heard (even though his flat was supposed to be relatively soundproof, something he'd looked for as a singer, not wanting anyone to listen in while he was brainstorming songs). "You're so... ah... good at that - oh!" He gasped loudly when Blaine thrust in, hitting his prostate and making his body jolt in pleasure. His cock was hard, leaking at the tip and he knew it wouldn't take much for him to come, the way Blaine was going deep within him each time putting him on the edge.

Blaine grunted when he felt Jesse's body jolting under him, then he grinned because he knew he had hit the right spot. Shifting his hips in that same angle, he clashed their lips together again as he snapped his hips harder and gave into a much harder and faster rhythm, in which the bed not only moved ut squeaked dangerously underneath them. "Fuck.. oh god, and you feel so good too, baby... So fucking good around my cock, yeah.. oh... You're getting close? I feel you... I can feel you..." He moaned and moved his hand down between their bodies, his fingers closing around the man's throbbing cock as he slammed into him harder, always hitting that right spot inside of him.

Jesse knew as soon as Blaine's hand wrapped around his cock that he wouldn't take long, he could already feel the familiar tug in his stomach just from the way Blaine's hips moved, his boyfriend's cock pushing deep inside of him. It only took a couple more thrusts, Blaine's cock hitting just right every time, until he was coming. "Oh... oh... fuck!" He didn't even attempt to hold back the moans or sounds he was making, just letting his body reach it's climax, feeling himself clenching around Blaine.

Blaine watched in awe as everything unfolded underneath him, the beauty of how gorgeous Jesse looked when he reached his peak, so unwind and undone, and while that ocurred he stayed buried inside of him so that it would drag long inside of him. Only when Blaine felt him coming down just a bit he begun to thrust again, and since he had only held back long enough for Jesse to come first, it wasn't long before he was also coming inside of his boyfriend, his lips capturing Jesse's in a heated kiss which quiet the loud sounds he was making.

Jesse felt Blaine coming inside of him, warm and filling him up the way he'd discovered he loved it. He kissed Blaine back when he felt his lips crash against him, muffling the moans he was still making. Their bodies continued to move, but their pace slowed until they stilled. "Fuck," he said, Blaine still buried inside of him, and his voice raw, "you're amazing."

Blaine kept his arms around Jesse's shoulders while they both rode the final waves of their high together, then he chuckled breathlessly against his lips and pecked his lips once more before bumping their noses together. "You are even more so. I love you... I love you... I love you..." He kissed his lips, then down his jaw until he buried his face on Jesse's neck. They stayed just like that for a couple of minutes before he carefully pulled out of him and rolled them so Blaine was on his back and Jesse laying lazily on top of him. His fingertips stroked his back up and down while they kept on kissing one another softly. "Best end for the most perfect night, huh?"

Jesse hummed softly, resting against Blaine's side as they kissed. He broke away from Blaine and looked into his eyes, "I honestly still can't believe it... I won five Grammys, I came out... I kissed you in front of all those cameras and then held your hand at the parties." He kissed him again, deep and meaningful. "Thank you, for being beside me through all of this. I don't know where I would have been if I hadn't met you. I love you."

Blaine looked back at him with eyes full of love and wamth, his fingertips stroking the man's jawline, then held him close and closed his eyes. He knew they would have to get clean at some point, but that could wait. For now, the only thing that mattered was the man in his arms, the man who had captured his heart from day one. He didn't know where he would be without Jesse either, but he was sure that he was right where he wanted to be.

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