When he wakes up to the morning sun shining in his eyes, turning around, he stretches out his arm only to find the other side of the bed cold. Blinking his eyes open, noticing the rustle of sheets where Blaine was, he sits up. Feeling a bit upset and hurt when he finds Blaine's clothes gone, he knows it was going to happen. Blaine told him himself that he doesn't sleep over. But to wake up and find him gone just like that makes him sad. He wishes he was still here with him in bed.

Falling back against his pillow, aches and a bit of soreness in certain areas of his body, but still the smallest of pleasure lingering in his body, knowing there's nothing he can do about Blaine leaving, he smiles at the memory of the night before. He recalls the conversations between Blaine and he. Of all the things they did the talks they shared were the best. Being able to talk to Blaine about anything says a lot about him for Kurt. He knows he's special to him beyond what he did for him the night before.

Turning to his side and grabbing the pillow Blaine laid on, he buries his nose in it and breathes in a lungful of the smell of Blaine's cologne still lingering there. It's got that underlying hint of spice like he remembered. Clutching the pillow tight and just breathing in the smell, Kurt feels a surprise ache in his chest at Blaine truly being gone. He wants him back here. He wants to be in his arms again. It was just one night. But one night was enough for him to develop deep feelings for that amazing guy.

Looking over to the nightstand on the side of the bed Blaine was laying at, he sees a piece of folded paper with his name written in unrecognizable handwriting. Reaching over for it, he kind of already knows who it's from. Who it could only be from. Sitting up against the headboard, he opens the note.

Kurt-

I don't usually do this because once a business deal is done I leave without another word. But from the beginning with you it wasn't a normal business deal. I expected someone who I would sleep with and leave. Instead I got conversations that revealed more about me to a client, which I've never done before, by the way. I got baking cookies, and the opportunity to show you just how beautiful you are. Don't forget that, Kurt. You are beautiful!

I guess why I'm writing this letter is to let you know that the night with you was one of the best of my life. I want to let you know that everything I said and did, I meant it.

You're a great something, Kurt Hummel, and any guy would be lucky to have you.

-Blaine Anderson

P.S. Hope it's okay that I took a quick shower. I also left a little note on your bathroom mirror.

Reading the last line, Kurt quickly climbs out of bed and walks to his bathroom. The cool air makes him wish he grabbed a blanket to wrap around himself. Stepping into the bathroom a few seconds later and looking at his mirror, he finds nothing. A bit disappointed, he turns off the light and walks back to his bedroom.

Pulling on simple boxers and a loose cotton shirt, he strips the bed and pillows. Except for the one that smells like Blaine. Shoving it all in the washer, he goes to the kitchen. Cleaning everything that Blaine and he used the night before, he chuckles at finding most of the cookie dough he didn't bake gone. He figures Blaine really, really loves his cookies.

An hour and a half later, putting the clean sheets back on the bed, Kurt finishes and grabs a change of clothes.

Stripping naked in his bathroom, he looks at himself in the mirror. He sees himself as the same as yesterday. But now he also sees what Blaine showed him last night. He's beautiful in his own way. The little imperfections and scars he hated the day before he now loves at remembering Blaine kissing over them and telling him he was still beautiful with them.

Skimming his fingers over the scar above his hip, he recalls the press of soft lips to the skin. Closing his eyes and thinking of Blaine, and how much he loved everything they did, he wishes he was here right now.

Opening his eyes and knowing he doesn't have much time, he hops into the tub to take a quick shower. The hot water soothes the small aches and pains he has from his incredible night before, making him feel better.

Stepping out of the shower, steam rising around him, he grabs a towel and dries off. Standing in front of the mirror several moments later, towel hanging off his hips, steam surrounding him, he looks up and smiles at what he sees. Written as plain as day is the note Blaine said he left him. Pressing a fingertip to one of the letters, he follows the line and loops, seeing little water drops gathered where his finger passed.

Staring at what Blaine wrote, and not for the first time that day, he misses him.

~

It's fairly easy for him to go back to his normal routine. He goes to his two classes for the day.

In class he holds himself a bit better, doesn't try to hide and keep unwanted attention from himself. It's as if he wants to let people know he was shown how beautiful he is; wants to let them know he, finally, realized he is no longer that ugly duckling he saw himself as. Somewhere along the line he became a beautiful swan, and all it took was the most amazing guy he's ever met to show him that.

In his last class he notices a few guys eyes look him over, guys he thought were cute but never talked to. But thinking nothing of it, he goes through the motions of the dance moves the teacher is currently showing the class.

By the time the class is over, he just wants out of his clothes and in a hot bath in his bathroom back at his loft.

Pulling on his oversized sweater he's always worn, wearing it because it feels like a security blanket to hide the body he didn't think was great, he grabs his bottle of water and takes a long drink. Grabbing the strap of his bag, and placing it across his chest, bag resting against his hip, he turns around to find Lee, one of the guys in class, standing there.

"Oh," he says a bit surprised. "Am I in your way? Sorry." Taking a step to the side, he watches as Lee goes with him. "What?" he asks, scared this could go bad for him.

"I'm Lee," Lee tells him, smile appearing on his lips.

"I know," Kurt replies, looking at him with eyes filled with confusion. "Did I do something to you? Because if I did, I most likely didn't mean it."

"No." Lee shakes his head, letting out a small chuckle. "I thought it was time I introduced myself."

"Why?" Kurt asks, not understanding. It's been several months since he started taking this class, he doesn't get why Lee all of a sudden wants to talk with him. "You could have done that months ago."

"I finally noticed you today," Lee says in a suave voice. "You seem different. You seem more...confident. It's hot."

Kurt internally groans at how much of a douchebag this guy sounds like, wondering why he ever had a crush on him. "Well, if that's not what I want to hear. How nice of you to say you've only taken notice of me today," he says with snarkiness and an edge of anger lacing his voice. "Did you notice me like the other guys you noticed in class? Or in school?"

Kurt's not stupid. He might keep to himself; try to avoid any unwanted attention. But that doesn't mean all the gossip he hears when the other students talk fall on deaf ears. He knows about Lee and his sexual escapades. He knows he's slept with every guy he in the class that he can, which pretty much means every gay one. Then there's the other guys out of class. Kurt knows he would be just another notch on his bedpost. He thinks about what Blaine told him and how he should wait for someone special who would make it perfect and memorable. And standing here in front of Lee, he knows for sure that with Lee, it would be far from perfect; and memorable for the wrong reason. And not for the second time, Kurt really hates that Blaine refused him last night.

"I'm sorry, but no," Kurt tells him as he shakes his head. "I won't be giving up anything to you."

"I could really make it worth your while," Lee tells him, smirking.

"I've had worth my while, and I'm pretty sure you couldn't live up to it. I have to go. Bye, Lee." Giving him a small pat to his shoulder and a fake cheerful smile, Kurt walks past him and leaves the room.

Back at the loft after a long day at school then at work, dropping his bag by the door, he immediately walks to his bathroom. Turning on the hot water and filling the bathtub, he strips naked and smiles as the message Blaine wrote on his mirror starts to appear from the heat and steam.

Filling the tub with his favorite scented soap, seeing bubbles starting to form, he turns off the water and steps in. Sitting down and lying back, moaning at how great it feels, resting his head back on the porcelain and closing his eyes, Kurt feels as the hot water soothes the small aches he still has from the activities he did with Blaine, and the new ones from his dance class.

Lying there in the hot water, he starts to think about how it would be if Blaine was here with him right now.

He knows it's kind of crazy for him to be thinking about Blaine as much as he has. But he can't help himself. Blaine was incredible, and him developing feelings for him in less than six hours is totally normal. Besides, how is he supposed to meet this great guy and not fall for him? It was bound to happen.

Climbing out of the tub and drying off after the water starts to get cold, walking to his bedroom, he pulls on some comfortable clothes. Walking to the kitchen after getting dressed, he starts to grab the stuff he will need to bake cookies. Making a sandwich to eat as he bakes, he starts to measure out the ingredients.

Standing in his kitchen an hour later waiting for the ding of the timer that will announce his cookies are ready, Kurt hears a loud knock at his door. Seeing he still has five minutes, he walks over to answer it.

Sliding open the heavy door, hating how loud it is, he isn't surprised when he finds Santana standing there holding a pillow to her chest. "Hey, San," he greets her, standing out of the way so she can come in. "Rachel have her boyfriend over?"

"Yes," Santana annoyingly grumbles as she walks over to his couch, dropping her pillow down. "I'm crashing here tonight. If you don't mind?"

"That's fine."

Turning when he hears the timer go off, Kurt walks back to the kitchen. Grabbing a oven mitten, turning the oven off, Kurt pulls out the last tray of baked Triple Chocolate Chip Cookies. Setting the tray on top of the stove, taking off the mitten, he breathes in the smell of the chocolaty treats.

"Good, you made cookies," Santana happily chimes. "You got milk?"

"Yeah." Kurt tips his head toward his fridge as he places the hot cookies on top of the pile already on the plate. "Two glasses."

Setting the plate of cookies down on the table, sitting across from Santana after she pours the milk, passing him a glass, he takes one of the warm cookies. Taking a bite, he thinks about the last time he ate cookies with someone. Thinking of Blaine, and where he could be, he wishes he could see him again. He misses him.

One night with him and he fell pretty hard for him. But he can't really be all that surprised. Blaine was everything he could ask for in the perfect guy for him, and more.

"What was his name?" Santana asks out of the blue as she eats half of a cookie.

"What?" Kurt looks up shocked, quickly dropping memories of Blaine and his body pressed close to his, wondering if she can be talking about who he thinks she's talking about. "Whose name?"

"The hot piece of ass I saw leaving your loft the other night? What was his name?" Santana smirks at him as she grabs a second cookie. "Don't act all innocent, either, Kurt. I got a good enough look at him to know y'all two didn't watch a movie. He had a smile that was huge, and joy and happiness shining out of his eyes that was brighter than the morning sun. He looked thoroughly pleased with what you two did together. I know you two fooled around."

"Did you talk to him?" Kurt asks.

"I saw him for like five seconds as we crossed paths," Santana informs him, dunking her cookie in her glass of milk. "Did you even get his name? Or was it more of a hookup without all the unimportant stuff?"

"Yes, I got his name," Kurt replies with snark. "It's Blaine."

"Did you sleep with him?" Santana asks as she swirls her milk in her glass.

Wrapping both his hands around his glass of milk, feeling the perspiration against his fingers and the coldness of the glass, he thinks about Santana's question. He wishes he could answer with a yes, but Blaine had to go and act like the gentleman he had been the whole night. "No," he says with a bit of a huff as he minutely shakes his head. "But we did other stuff."

"Did you enjoy it?" Santana asks with obvious interest.

"Yes," Kurt elatedly replies, drawing out the s. "It was...amazing."

"What did you two do?"

"Do you actually want to know?" Kurt slightly tilts his head and arches an eyebrow, wondering why Santana could be so interested in what Blaine and he did. "We didn't do anything that crazy."

"Of course I want to know," Santana tells him with a smile, eyes shining with excitement. "Plus, I know you're dying to tell someone. So, tell me."

Thinking about it, Kurt knows Santana is right. He would love to tell someone about what happened. He wants to spill all the great details and moments, in and out of bed, he shared with Blaine. "Okay," he agrees.

"Great!" Santana says with excitement very evident in her voice.

"You're very ecstatic about this," Kurt says as he takes a drink of his milk.

"Hell yeah!"

An hour and a half later lying back on his couch next to Santana, their feet propped up on the table in front of them, half-filled plate of cookies between them, Kurt still talks about Blaine with Santana.

"...refused you? Why?" Santana asks confused.

"He said I should wait for someone special; someone who would make it perfect; and I wouldn't regret doing it with afterwards," Kurt tells her.

"Why would you regret doing it with him?" Santana asks a bit confused.

"I guess because he thought it was a one night thing between us."

"So, you can see him again?"

"Yeah." Kurt nods his head. "I could call him and have him come over." Grabbing a cookie, and taking a nibble of it, he drops his hands in his lap and looks to Santana. "Do you think I should call him?"

"You obviously want to. So, I say," Santana starts to tell him, "call him to come over and let that man fuck your brains out."

"And...that's my cue to go to bed," Kurt says as he stands up with the plate of cookies. "Goodnight, San."

"Night, Kurt," Santana murmurs as she lies down, pulling the throw over herself and closing her eyes. "Hope you have wet dreams about Blaine."

"Oh, God," Kurt groans. "I'm going to regret telling you about him, aren't I?"

"Of course you are." Santana chuckles, turning onto her stomach and crossing her arms under the pillow she is using. "By the way," she mumbles into the pillow. "Blaine sounds like Prince fucking Charming."

Smiling at Santana's words, thinking the same thing about Blaine, he tells her goodnight one more time. Walking away, Kurt places the plate of cookies on the table in the kitchen and goes to his bedroom. Falling in bed tired and ready for sleep, he burrows under his blankets and thinks about strong arms that held the night before as he slept. Wishing Blaine was there to hold him, he grabs the pillow smells like Blaine, holding it close to him and burying his nose in the fluffy pillow, he slowly falls asleep as he breathes in the smell of Blaine.

~

Waking up, and still holding the pillow close to him, nose buried in the pillow, he suddenly sits up when he hears someone curse out loud and shut his fridge door a little too hard.

"Kurt!" Santana yells to him, voice filled with a hint of frustration. "I fucking spilled orange juice all over the kitchen floor."

Falling back to the bed with a groan, and a small chuckle, Kurt remembers Santana staying over because Rachel was with her boyfriend. "How is that my problem?" he calls back. He burrows his nose into the pillow, breathing in a lungful of the scent it's covered in. The smell makes him miss Blaine again.

"Because I want orange juice and now you have none," Santana tells him from the kitchen.

"That's not my fault." Climbing out of bed, stretching and yawning, he walks to the bathroom. "And just tell Rachel to come over and bring orange juice."

Not hearing a reply from Santana, figuring she's calling Rachel, he undresses and takes a quick shower.

Stepping into the kitchen area forty-five minutes later, finding Rachel sitting at his table and Santana spreading cream cheese on a toasted bagel next to her, he sits across from Rachel. "Fun night?" he asks as he grabs for one of the bagel slices.

"Yes," Rachel replies with a big, pleased looking smile.

Snorting and shaking his head, letting out a small chuckle, he starts to spread cream cheese on his bagel. "You know who asked me out yesterday?" he says as he takes a bite of his bagel, wanting to change the subject from Rachel's sex life.

"Who?" Rachel asks as she grabs the carton of orange juice she brought over, pouring herself a glass.

"You know Lee, from my class?" Kurt sees Rachel nod her head. "Him."

"Did you say yes?" Rachel asks.

"Hell no! He just wanted to add me as one of his conquests."

"Why not? That would have been you're opportunity to have sex for the first time."

"No, thanks," Kurt huffs.

"Besides," Santana steps in and says. "Kurtie here is saving himself for Blaine."

"Santana!" Kurt loudly says in shock.

"Who's Blaine?" Rachel asks confused.

"Nobody," Kurt tells her. "So, can we drop it?"

"A hot piece of ass I caught leaving Kurt's loft the other day," Santana responds with a wicked grin, not listening to him. "Our Kurt here fooled around with him."

"I'm never telling you anything again," Kurt groans as he drops his head to the tabletop.

"Tell me about Blaine, Kurt," Rachel says with clear interest in her voice.

"There's nothing much to say. He's just a guy I did some things with." Kurt hears as his voice is a bit muffled by the table. Lifting his head up, he looks at Rachel and Santana sitting across from him. "It was great and terrific, and then he left. Nothing else."

"Pfft," Santana snorts. "Kurt is hung up on him already, and his amazing mouth."

"I really hate you right now, Santana," Kurt gripes at her, turning red in embarrassment.

"No, you don't." Santana smugly grins at him.

"Can you call him? See him again?" Rachel asks.

"Yes; and I'm debating if I should call him to come over again."

"You should call him, Kurt," Rachel tells him. "If you like him as much as you do. Meet up with him again if you really want to."

"That's what I told him," Santana chimes in. "Told him to let Blaine fuck his brains out."

"Trust me," Kurt says, "I want to. I want that."

"Why don't you?" Rachel asks.

"It's not cheap," he mumbles under his breath, hoping the girls don't hear him.

"What was that?" Santana asks, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Nothing," Kurt responds as he waves off the question. "Besides, if I do call him, who's to say he would even sleep with me this time? He made it pretty clear his views on my virginity the first time we were together."

"You're just going to have to change his mind," Santana smirks, arching an eyebrow.

"How do I do that, genius?"

"Wait!" Rachel says confused. "He won't sleep with you?"

"Not that he won't sleep with me. He just told me to wait for someone special. But the crazy part is, by the end of the night, I knew he was someone special. I told him that, and he still told me to wait."

"Convince him," Rachel says. "Convince him it's what you really want. Tell him you won't be making a mistake. Then do what Santana says and let him screw your brains out."

"I said fuck," Santana corrects her.

"Same difference," Rachel tells her.

Laughing at both of them, Kurt doesn't know if it will be that easy. Blaine was pretty set on his choice the first time, and he couldn't change his mind then. Who's to say he would do it this time. "I don't know," he sighs. "I think I should just forget him." He says even though it's far from what he wants to do. He wants to pick up the phone and call the escort agency and have them send Blaine over again. The thought of just seeing him again makes his heart flutter. And then the thought of what they could do besides what they've already done makes him blush.

"Don't forget," Santana says. "Call."

"I'm with San on this one. You won't hear me say that that often," Rachel jokes, letting out a small laugh. "But, yeah, call him."

"Maybe." Kurt turns the corner of his mouth up into a small smile and shrugs his shoulders, taking their advice into consideration.

~

Later that night standing in front of his bathroom mirror, tracing the letters of the message that Blaine left him, following the lines, he still chuckles that Blaine wrote it. It's just two words, two words he told him many times that night they were together. But they are words he believes now just as much when Blaine was telling him.

You're Beautiful!

Staring at the fourteen letters, wanting Blaine here, he makes the decision right then and there.

Shutting off the light and going to his room, climbing in bed, covering himself with a blanket, he picks up his cellphone and dials the number he memorized. Hearing it ring a few times, getting more nervous with each ring, he pulls in a deep breath when someone finally picks up.

This is right, he tells himself. He's doing this because he really wants this.

"Hello," he says after the lady on the other end greets him. "I would like to request someone to come over tomorrow."