8:40-?

Leaning back against Blaine's strong, warm, and currently wet, body, fluttering his eyes closed, Kurt softly moans as Blaine massages shampoo into his hair. What was supposed to be a bath turned into them just deciding to take a quick shower together. But once Blaine got his fingers into his hair, and started to work his magic there, Kurt knew nothing about this shower would be quick.

"You have amazing fingers," he says as he tips his head back to rest on Blaine's shoulder, gazing up at him with joy.

Blaine laughs as he still gently massages his fingers against Kurt's scalp. "That's, actually, not the first time I've heard that. But, thank you."

Kurt knows he shouldn't be surprised by Blaine's words. But he is. He's also surprised the jealousy that rises up in him at knowing other people have touched and experienced Blaine in a way that he wishes he only could. Being jealous is stupid, he knows that; Blaine isn't his to have, and it's his job to please people besides him. But, he still finds himself hating people he's never met simply because they've had Blaine.

Pushing away and ignoring those feelings, not wanting them to ruin the rest of his time with Blaine, Kurt focuses on having him here with him right now. But it gets him curious; he starts to wonder about the other men Blaine has been with. Are they better than him? Are they cuter? Older? Younger? Where does he stand against them? He knows it's stupid to be thinking these thoughts, but he's twenty years old; he's still insecure about some things. Of course he's going to judge himself against the other men Blaine has been with.

"Kurt?"

Coming out of his head, Kurt lifts his head off Blaine's shoulder. "Yeah?" He feels Blaine drop his fingers from his hair.

"Where'd you go just now?"

"Nowhere," he replies with a mumble. "Just thinking."

"Didn't seem like it," Blaine says as he turns him around. "What were you thinking?"

"About your other clients. About your job. How they are." Closing his eyes and tipping his head back before he sees Blaine's reaction to that, Kurt washes the shampoo from his hair. He needs to distract himself for the moment. It was a stupid thing to think and say, he knows, but his curiosity got the better of him.

When he lifts his head and looks to Blaine, he instantly sees that Blaine is slightly frustrated by what he said. His brows are slightly furrowed together, and there's a hint of annoyance to his otherwise soft eyes.

"I can't tell you about my other clients, Kurt," Blaine says as he reaches around and shuts off the water. "It's against company policy."

"I know," Kurt softly says. "It's just...I was curious."

"Curious about what?" Blaine pushes the shower curtain aside and grabs the towels Kurt hung on the hook for them, giving him a small smile.

Taking the towel Blaine offers, Kurt lightly presses it to his face before opening it and wrapping it around his waist. "Have you ever been with someone famous or important?"

"Once," Blaine replies as he wraps his towel around his waist. "And don't ask who. I can't tell you."

Now that he knows, Kurt is even more curious. But he'll respect Blaine and not further push him to answer who it is. "Who's the youngest person you've been with?"

"You."

"And the oldest?"

"He was in his mid-fifties. But, I will say," Blaine says after Kurt's eyes go wide with surprise, "he was very good looking for his age."

"Do you sleep with all your clients?"

"No," Blaine replies as he takes Kurt's hand and holds it as he steps out of the tub. "Sometimes I'm paid to be a date. But, mostly, it is sexual."

"Do you ever hate your job?" Kurt continues to hold Blaine's hand as they walk back to where his bedroom is.

"Do you?" Blaine asks with a laugh and an arch of his eyebrow.

"Touché," Kurt replies. "What...What if you don't want to sleep with a client? What if you're not attracted to them and can't get it up?" Kurt starts to laugh as Blaine wraps his arms around his waist and presses his damp body to his. "What do you do?"

"On days like that, let's just say the company has ways of making sure we satisfy the customer."

It takes a moment for it to click for Kurt after Blaine holds his thumb and finger less than an inch apart in front of his face as if holding something small. "No!" he says shocked and amused, fighting the laugh wanting to fall from his lips.

"Yes." Blaine nods his head. "The company gives it to us so we have it anytime we need it."

"Have you ever taken some?" Kurt curiously asks.

"A few times. Doesn't make the experience better. But it gets the job done."

"I would have liked to have seen that," Kurt comments. "Did you take one today?" He's not sure why he asks. He wouldn't care either way.

"Trust me, Kurt. I don't need one with you. You're better than a little blue pill."

A warmth spreads through Kurt as he blushes. It's definitely the strangest compliment he's ever received, but he still enjoys it. "Can I...Can I ask something?"

"Sure."

"Was I at least as good as some of them? I know I'm young and unexperienced; but, I was wondering. The truth; I can handle it." Kurt chews his lower lip after asking that, nervous over Blaine's reply.

"Kurt," Blaine sighs with a chuckle, "if you want to know: Yes, you were just as good, and even better than some."

"Really?"

"Really."

Stopping in front of his bed when they reach the bedroom, Kurt lets out a small yelp when Blaine pulls away his towel and leaves him standing there naked. "Blaine!" Kurt playfully scolds him as he scrambles to cover himself. Of course, Blaine has seen all of him, but he is still new to being completely naked in front of him where he can actually stare at every inch of his exposed body. When they're usually naked together, Blaine has always been preoccupied with other things. So, now standing there where Blaine isn't focused on something else, and feeling shy, Kurt blushes a deep red.

Reaching for one of the pillows on his bed, holding it in front of his body, Kurt watches as Blaine walks over and sits down on the bed in front of him.

"Don't." Blaine carefully tugs the pillow, dropping it to the floor. "I want to see you." Kurt trembles as Blaine skims his fingers along his side, drawing them over his hip and down his thigh.

"I'm not accustomed to standing naked in front of someone and being looked at," Kurt admits with a small chuckle. "I mean, I know you've seen me and all. But...This is new for me." Running his fingers through wet curls when Blaine leans forward and nuzzles his nose against his lower belly. It has Kurt smiling, and sends a shiver up his spine.

"Don't worry, Kurt. You're gorgeous. As I've said before," Blaine mumbles against the soft skin of Kurt's belly.

Tipping his head back and softly moaning when Blaine starts to kiss at the soft skin below his bellybutton, Kurt feels heat and desire stir in him. "I know." A moment later, he lets out a loud gasp when Blaine starts to lightly suck on the skin over his hipbone. Feeling the light nip and bite of teeth, the slow drag of Blaine's tongue over the skin, he knows there will be a dark hickey marring his skin.

Blaine tips his head back, resting his chin on Kurt's belly. Looking down at him, Kurt smiles when he grins up at him. "I could do this for hours."

"Hours we got." Leaning down and smiling into the slow, languid kiss he gives Blaine, Kurt pulls back a few moments later. Walking to his dresser, he grabs some clean clothes for Blaine and he. Handing over a shirt and sweats to Blaine, he starts to get dressed himself. "But, I'm hungry. Are you hungry? I could order something," Kurt says as he pulls on a pair of boxers.

"You don't have to do that," Blaine says as he puts on the plain tee Kurt gave him.

"I do because I'm starved."

"No." Blaine shakes his head. "I'm fine with whatever you have in your fridge."

"Are you sure? I wouldn't mind calling out for something."

"Yeah. I know you don't have much money left. Don't want you to spend what you do have on me."

Slipping his hand into Blaine's, Kurt is beyond grateful, once again, that he met this amazing man in the most of unusual of ways. Heading to the kitchen, Blaine and he easily maneuver around each other, like they've known each other for years and know what the other is going to do, they make sandwiches.

"Tell me something about yourself." Kurt reaches behind him and grabs the edge of the counter, hopping up and sitting there after getting his fill of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and apple slices. Ankles crossed, and swaying his feet, he watches as Blaine leans back on the counter across from him. Staring at his body as he stands there, legs out in front him, ankles crossed, hands grabbing the counter behind him, eyeing the sliver of tan skin that is exposed from his shirt riding up, Kurt can't believe he got to sleep with this gorgeous man.

Thinking about the fact that he had Blaine inside him makes him flush with arousal. He thinks about how so right it felt; how he wishes that whatever it is he's sharing with Blaine would go beyond this day.

"What do you want to know?" Blaine asks, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"I don't know." Kurt shrugs his shoulders. For a second he thinks about it and decides on something easy. "What's your favorite book?"

"Any book?"

"You can say whatever you want. It's your choice."

"Then The Vintner's Luck. What about you?"

Kurt smiles at knowing that answer without having to think about it. "Where The Wild Things Are," he quietly replies.

"That's not the answer I was expecting," Blaine quietly chuckles. "What's the story there?"

"Every night around the time I turned three, my mom would read it to me to get me to sleep. She would do her own voices for the characters, and wild noises and crazy gestures. She even dressed me up as Max once for Halloween when I begged her." Kurt smiles as he recalls how his mom spent hours making his costume and designing the crown and scepter for him. To this day that Halloween is still his favorite. "Every night without fail she read me that story. For months after she died, I didn't touch the book. But the first time I finally did, I read the book and she was with me. I could hear the characters as she created them."

"Do you still read it?" Blaine asks as he scratches behind his ear.

"Every once and awhile. But her voice is gone; I can't remember how she sounded when she was the characters. I read it, though, because I still love it, and the memories it brings."

"My mom read me Goodnight, Moon growing up," Blaine reveals with a small chuckle. "I actually haven't read it in years."

"What's your favorite memory about your mom?" Kurt watches as Blaine mulls over the question for a bit.

"Christmas Eve when I was seven and we stayed up making cookies. My dad had told me to go to bed before Santa came, of course I still believed in the jolly old dude," Blaine interjects.

"Of course." Kurt laughs.

"Anyways. I'm lying in bed and I remember we didn't put out any cookies or milk for him. I crept downstairs and to the kitchen. At first I tried doing it by myself even though I had no clue what to do. Somehow, I ended up breaking a plate, and that had my mom coming downstairs. I told her what I was doing; she ended up staying with me and making cookies until I passed out."

"Did your dad enjoy them?" Kurt asks with amusement and laughter to his voice.

"Apparently so, because they were all gone come morning," Blaine replies with a chuckle. "What about you?"

Thinking hard about it, Kurt finds himself going back to a memory from when he was seven. It's one he loves of his mom. "My mom loved, I mean loved," he laughs as he starts to talk, "Simon and Garfunkel. She had several of their vinyl records. About once a week she would listen to a record; she would be cooking or cleaning or reading, stuff like that, while a song like Scarborough Fair would be blasting through the house. Well, one day, while my dad was out doing something, she put one of the records on. I was in the kitchen with her helping make her world famous brownies when one of her favorite songs came on."

"What song?" Blaine interestedly asks.

Kurt chuckles as he replies, "Mrs. Robinson."

Blaine lets out a small laugh.

"I know. Well, the song is playing and my mom gets me to dance with her to it. It's fun; we're having a great time. A few songs later, my dad comes home, and without saying anything, he comes up and takes her in his arm and starts to slowly dance with her as the song Bookends plays. I sat there and watched my parents be in love. My mom covered in flour and cocoa powder, and barefoot, my dad wearing a baseball cap and jeans and shirt. It's my favorite memory of her," Kurt jumps off the counter, "and what I want. I want a love like my parents had. Where I can be baking and my boyfriend, or husband, can come home and just dance with me. No reason or motive, and just...dance with me." Realizing what he said, Kurt starts to blush from embarrassment. "Is that stupid?"

He watches Blaine walk over to where he's standing. Turning into his hand when he gently cups his face, stroking his thumb over his cheek, Kurt sighs when he leans in and gently kisses him. "It's the farthest thing from stupid I've ever heard," Blaine says against his lips.

Kurt pulls his head back some to gaze into Blaine's eyes. "Do you think it's possible?"

"Yes." Blaine nods his head and smiles. "Find the right guy, and it's possible."

Kurt isn't sure if he's seeing, or imagining, things, but he swears he notices a flash of something cross Blaine's eyes as he said that. He also heard the hitch to his voice. Not knowing what he just witnessed, he decides to move past it. No reason to dwell on something that won't matter come morning.

"Thanks." He beams a bright smile to Blaine, feeling his heart skip a beat when Blaine kisses him again. "Now," he says as he arches an eyebrow, ready to move on to something lighthearted and fun. "On to more important questions."

"What classifies as important?"

"Who was the first boy you kissed?" Kurt watches as Blaine drops his head and shakes it, but still smiling.

"His name was Grady. I was fifteen and we met at camp one summer. We had snuck out of our cabins and went swimming in the lake. Sitting on the end of the dock afterwards, laughing about something, he leaned over and kissed me." A big smile spreads across Blaine's face, and Kurt wonders how much he liked this Grady guy. "After that night, though, he told me it was a mistake; a spur of the moment kind of thing."

"Sorry," Kurt says, feeling like he needs to say that.

"Don't apologize. I'm way over it."

"I very well can't tell you about my first real kiss, considering," Kurt jokes as he laughs.

"Then tell me about..." Blaine trails off as he considers what to ask. "Anything? I want to know anything from you."

Kurt drops his head to Blaine's chest and thinks about that. There are hundreds of things he could tell Blaine, but what? Thinking about it, he picks something Blaine will find amusing. Wrapping his arms around Blaine's small waist, tipping his head, he smiles up at him. "I pretended to be straight for, like, a week in high school."

"Okay," Blaine laughs out loud. Kurt likes the sound; likes how Blaine gets wrinkles around his eyes when he laughs. "You have to explain that."

"I wanted my dad to hang out with me like he did with his friends from the garage. I thought if I dated a girl and tried to be straight, he would want to hang out with me like he did them."

"What happened?"

"He knew me too well," Kurt tells Blaine with a laugh. "I was back to my grand, amazing self in no time."

"I'm glad for that." Kurt turns into Blaine's hand when he pushes a few strands of hair from his eyes. "Is that the only person you've dated?" Blaine asks as he slips his hand under Kurt's shirt and slowly strokes his thumb over his lower back.

"Yup. But, I forgot to tell you," Kurt says. "Someone asked me out a few days ago."

Immediately, Kurt feels Blaine still in his arms; the thumb that was lazily stroking along his lower back stops. He's not sure what it means. It confuses him. Is Blaine surprised someone would ask him out? Or is it something entirely different? If it is something different, Kurt doesn't want to think what it could be; he doesn't want to hope.

"Oh, yeah. That's great!" Kurt hears how forced the excitement is when Blaine speaks; like he knows he has to say something nice about the news. "What's his name?"

"Lee." Kurt lifts his head and gazes at Blaine, noticing the slight sadness in his eyes. It's then that it clicks for Kurt; he realizes Blaine is upset over him getting asked out. He's doesn't like that it happened. That thought makes Kurt happy; lets him know Blaine might, actually, care for him more than he thought.

"Is he cute?" Blaine asks obviously uninterested.

"A bit."

"Oh...That's good." Kurt can hear the slight trace of jealousy in Blaine's voice, and sees a hint of it in his eyes.

"I said no. If you were wondering," Kurt informs him, instantly noticing relief wash over Blaine.

"Wh-Why did you say no?" Kurt notices the joyful smile Blaine tries to fight. But when he turns the corner of his mouth up into a smile, he finds him sickeningly adorable.

"He just wanted to sleep with me. He fucks every gay guy on campus. Even some of the straight ones, too," Kurt tells him. "I knew if I went out with him, he would just try to get into my pants. I didn't want that after you told me to wait for someone special."

"Too bad you didn't listen to my advice," Blaine comments.

Kurt lifts his head and leans in to kiss Blaine. "Too bad I did," he mumbles against his lips.

Kissing Blaine languidly for a few moments, Kurt pulls back enough to kiss his way down his neck. "Blaine?" he quietly whispers as he nuzzles his nose in the curve of Blaine's neck. Feeling safe and comfortable, Kurt hates each minute that passes and gets them closer to this night being over.

"Yeah?" Blaine quietly replies.

"Do you date?"

"Why?"

"Was just wondering if you can do your job while having a steady boyfriend." After he says it, Kurt realizes what it must sound like to Blaine. He probably thinks he wants to date him, which he does, don't get him wrong, but he doesn't want Blaine to think he is trying to ask him out. Even though he would love that, he knows it seems highly improbable that Blaine would want to date him outside of this.

"No. It's too complicated and messy for that."

"How so?"

"I'll tell you of my experience trying to date when I first started this job." Going with Blaine when he takes his hand and walks over to the couch, Kurt sits down, draping his legs over Blaine's lap, and gets comfortable. "About three months after I started working, I met this guy. It was normal at first; we went on dates and all that."

"Did he know about your job?"

"No." Blaine shakes his head. "And that was the problem. Me leaving for work at a time when most people are already home from work made him suspicious. Coming home tired and immediately taking showers. It all seemingly pointed to me cheating on him."

"Did he confront you about it?"

"Yes. I told him what I was doing, and he left." Blaine sighs and shrugs his shoulders in a way to say it is what it is. "So, you see my dilemma: Immediately tell someone what I do and have them lose interest, or date and try to hide it. Neither of those options turns out well in the end."

"What happens if you meet someone and want to be with them?" Kurt questions with a curious edge to his voice. "What would you do then? Would you quit?"

"I can't say. I'm positive if it happens I'll know then. But right now, I'm single and have a job."

Kurt turns into Blaine's hand when he starts to rhythmically run his fingers through his hair. Shivering when he runs them down the side of his face and neck, he yawns and closes his eyes. Resting his head on the back of the couch, he smiles when soft lips press to his. Giggling when Blaine starts to kiss him all over his face, he opens his eyes to him cutely grinning.

"Tired?" Blaine asks.

Kurt nods his head.

"Want to go lie down?"

"Yeah." Sliding his hand into Blaine's and standing up with him, pressing into his side when he wraps his arm around his waist, nestling his face in the slope of his neck, he walks with him the few steps to where his bed is.

Gazing at Blaine as he tries desperately to fight the sleep that is slowly winning as they lie in bed facing each other, not wanting this perfect day to come to an end, Kurt takes Blaine's hand and laces their fingers together. He smiles when Blaine gives a gentle squeeze to his hand. "I have a question for you," he says as he presses closer to Blaine.

"I might have an answer in reply. Ask away." Blaine chuckles as he leans forward and presses a tender, quick kiss to Kurt's lips.

It stirs something deep in Kurt; something he's been feeling, and is both terrified and excited to know what it is. Because if it is what he thinks, he knows it won't be good for him. These are the last few hours with Blaine, and he knows if he feels what he think he does, it'll be even more difficult to have to deal with him leaving soon.

"You say you don't sleep over. Right?"

"Right," Blaine replies.

"Well, what if we don't sleep? That wouldn't be breaking the rule." Kurt feels proud of himself for finding a loophole around the rule. Anyway to keep Blaine here longer is welcome to him.

"Tell you what," Blaine starts off, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "you stay awake and I'll stay."

"Oh, I plan to stay awake." Cupping the side of Blaine's face, and leaning in, Kurt captures his mouth in a deep, sensual kiss. It immediately sparks desire and arousal in his belly.

He so desperately wants Blaine to touch him; to make him feel good. But he fights that need and want, because he knows if he were to have an orgasm right now he would be asleep within seconds. So, he sticks with kissing Blaine.

Parting his lips and welcoming Blaine's thrust of his tongue into his mouth, sliding their tongues together, Kurt doesn't even realize he's falling asleep until he hears his name being called.

"Kurt?"

A voice that seems as if it's faraway calls his name. Forcing himself to open his eyes, seeing Blaine smiling at him, he sleepily smiles back. "W-what?" He yawns, wanting to go back to sleep. But he fights it. To fall asleep would mean Blaine would leave. He doesn't want him gone. He wants him here in the morning.

"You dozed off for several minutes," Blaine tells him.

"Would have been a perfect time for you to escape," Kurt jokes, voice tired and a bit scratchy. Although he jokes, he is surprised Blaine didn't leave like he could have.

"Why escape from some place I want to stay at." Blaine pushes at Kurt's shoulder, making him lie on his back. "I'll just have to keep you awake."

Kurt smiles. "Mmm. Like the sound of that."

Kissing Blaine, he feels his body instantly respond to when he kisses his way down his body. Softly sighing, dropping open his legs a bit, he lifts his hips when Blaine slips his fingers into his underwear and starts to tug them down.

Softly moaning as Blaine kisses at his inner thigh, then making his way up to his bellybutton, dipping his tongue inside, then kissing back down, Kurt threads his fingers through curls and arches his back as Blaine licks a slow stripe up the underside of his cock.

"You still with me?" Blaine quietly asks as he gazes up at Kurt.

"Yes," Kurt exhales on a ragged breath, turned on and hungry for more. Hungry for Blaine's mouth on him. "Please, Blaine." He lifts his hips up off the bed to let Blaine know what it is he wants.

Instead of taking him into his mouth, Blaine surprises Kurt by crawling up his body. Kurt gazes up at him with a mixture of lust and happiness in his eyes. Smiling up at him, he moans when Blaine leans down and gives him a tender, languid kiss.

"You're so gorgeous, Kurt," Blaine breathes against his lips. Kurt feels his heart pick up it's pace in his chest. "I need you to know that. I need you to know that any man would be lucky as hell to have you." Kurt stares into Blaine's eyes, seeing specks of yellow and green, and knows he's telling the truth. He can see it in his eyes, and how his voice sounds.

"What?" Kurt softly giggles as Blaine just looks at him with something to his eyes that makes his heart skip a beat.

"I'm honored you picked me for today," Blaine admits with a soft, quiet voice.

"I've never made a better choice in my life."

Parting his lips and allowing Blaine to slide his tongue into his mouth when he kisses him, Kurt knows with all his heart that he made the right choice. He can't think of a better person than Blaine to have taken his virginity.

"I'll never forget you, Kurt," Blaine says against his lips right before pulling away and kissing his way down his body.

He tries not to focus on what Blaine means by that. If he does, he knows he'll just put hope into something that was never more than what was presented. Instead, he focuses on the press of Blaine's lips to his skin; the way he lingers a second longer with each kiss, as if trying to remember every inch of him.

By the time he feels Blaine take the head of his cock into his wet, hot mouth, giving it a suck as he flicks his tongue over the tip, Kurt feels a mixture of pleasure and tiredness wash over him. He's tired, and it's starting to creep up on him faster and faster. He tries to focus on Blaine's mouth on him. It feels so good. Blaine's mouth is hot and silky and perfect. But he's tired. So, so tired. And sleep pulls at him, tempts him. Slowly darkness starts to drag him under. In less than a few seconds he's out.

~

The bright sun falling across his eyes rouses him from his sleep. Slowly waking up, smiling as memories from the night before start to filter in, Kurt is a bit upset when he reaches out at the spot next to him and finds it empty and cold to the touch. Seeing the clock say it's close to ten-thirty, and knowing he has to get out of bed and get ready, he sits up.

Going through the motions of getting ready for the day, Kurt stands in the middle of his loft and looks around. It seems too empty without Blaine now. He misses him. He wants him back here where it felt right to have him. There's an ache in his chest; an ache because Blaine is gone. It feels like a piece of his is missing, and he knows where to find it if he went looking. And suddenly, it all hits him at once. Just like being knocked over by a powerful wave, Kurt realizes he fell in love with Blaine.