Blaine smiled at Kurt's quip; he had a point, after all. They could spend forever arguing over who loved who more. In the end, they both won anyway.
Biting his lip, Blaine whimpered softly as Kurt's fingers left him. He shifted his hips against the mattress, wanting and needing to feel Kurt inside of him, to make the emptiness and sorrow and terror he was feeling go away. Nothing ever made him feel as safe and real and loved as when they were joined together.
Blaine's eyes moved to watch as Kurt prepped himself sans the condom, before his gaze returned to Kurt's, holding it as he felt Kurt's cock line up against him, and then slowly press inside. Blaine drew in a soft breath, arms moving to wrap around Kurt's shoulders and pull him closer as he pressed up, trying to take as much of him in as possible.