Kurt was exhausted. He had a really hard day at work and he was looking forward to a silent apartment. Rachel was in the theater and Blaine had his own plans, so Kurt had a time just for himself. He was thinking about reading a book he had bought a while ago and didn’t have a chance to open it once.

He was really surprised by the lights on in the living room.

“Rachel?” He shouted as he was taking his shoes off and exchanging them for comfortable slippers.

“No. It’s me.” A soft voice he would recognize whenever and wherever echoed through the room.

“Blaine, what are you doing here?” Blaine was sitting on the couch, apparently waiting for him. Kurt rushed to him and observed him, looking for anything that could indicate what’s wrong.

“Honey, did something happen?”

“No. Everything’s fine.” Blaine smiled, but Kurt didn’t buy it.

“Blaine,” he said firmly. “You told me you had other plans. Not that I mind, I’m happy you’re here, but you have to tell me why.”

Blaine broke the eye contact and fixed his gaze on the floor.

“I was lying.” He whispered. “I didn’t have other plans. I just didn’t want to be clingy.”

“What?!” Kurt sank next to him and put two fingers under his chin to lift his head.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t find a job!” Blaine whined. “It’s frustrating. I’ve been here for almost a month and all I have done so far were a few open mic nights. I’m bored. I feel like I don’t give you enough space. You coming home from work is a highlight of my day. We are spending your every free minute together…I don’t want you to get tired of me…I wanted to stay away from you tonight but my apartment was so empty and I tried to compose but I couldn’t get through it so I came here to talk to Rachel and planned to get out of here when she would go to work…she supposed I came to wait for you and I didn’t tell her I wasn’t...she left me here with her collection of musicals because she wasn’t sure when you would come home…” Kurt needed some time to process what Blaine was saying. At first it seemed like he was complaining about not having a job but then it looked like he was upset because he spent a lot of time with Kurt.

“Okay. Let’s get it straight. You said you had plans to give me space to be without you for one evening?”

“Yes. So you can have your own life.”

“That’s the cutest and also the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” Kurt laughed.

“What if you get tired of me?”

“Are you afraid of it?”

“Yes.”

“Are you afraid that you could get tired of me as well?”

“No. I can never get tired of you.” Blaine said sincerely.

“Why do you think it’s not the same for me? I love spending my time with you. And it’s not like there is just two of us all the time. We went to the club twice with my colleagues and we are at the theater with Rachel and her friends every Saturday and you introduced me to your old friends from Dalton after we came back from home and we hung out with them every night last week. Even if it was just the two of us I wouldn’t complain. I wanted to read a book tonight but I will gladly exchange it for anything that has something to do with you.”     

“But…” Blaine started and Kurt shook his head.

“No buts, Blaine. It’s the way it is. I love you and I don’t mind spending every waking and sleeping hour with you…As for your job. You sent your resumes, you have to wait. It’s the end of the year. There will be more work facilities at the beginning of next year. Enjoy your little holiday. You composed five songs in less than one month. Compose some more. You are incredible. You came here so you can do music. Don’t give up yet. I know it’s not about money. You have enough for being without a job for a whole year…”

“It’s about me being bored.”

“We’ll figure something out. We’ll find you something to keep you busy for the time I’m at work.” Blaine wasn’t convinced by Kurt’s word. Kurt could tell just by one look at him. Blaine needed to stop over-thinking everything and ease his mind. Kurt, as a great boyfriend he was, leaned into him and kissed him, knowing Blaine would forget about everything in no time.   

Blaine woke up in Kurt’s bed alone. He checked the time and groaned. It was almost noon, so Kurt had been gone for a long while now. Blaine wondered why Kurt hadn’t woken him but he quickly gave up on finding the reason because it was pointless. Kurt had his own ways and Blaine wasn’t a mind reader.

He got up and put on sweatpants he kept in Kurt’s wardrobe. He needed caffeine so he went straight to the kitchen. Rachel was sitting by the table, reading a newspaper. She abandoned it as soon as Blaine stepped in the room.

“Good morning.” He said with a sleepy smile.

“It’s little too late for morning, don’t you think?” Rachel asked him and crossed her arms on her chest. Blaine frowned, not sure whether she was mad at him or not.

“I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong?”

“Yes. You made me wait for you to wake up for hours. HOURS, Blaine. You know how Kurt is not the most patient person? I’m even worse.”

“Did we make any plans yesterday or?” Blaine was confused. It wasn’t the first time though. He kind of got used to it as it comes to Rachel.

“We didn’t. But when Kurt told me you are staying here today, I was looking forward to the company.”

“I still don’t understand why you are up at six every morning…” Blaine stated and poured some coffee in his mug.

“Because I’ve been doing it for years. It’s my routine. Anyway, Kurt didn’t wake you up because you looked peaceful and gorgeous.”

“He said that?”

“No. I mean, the peaceful part was his, I added the rest because I know he really thinks that about you, too.” Blaine rolled his eyes at her. She talked too much and he wasn’t ready for it right now. Maybe after three cups of coffee he could catch up with her.

“So, we have a new trumpet man…” She started.

“Trumpeter.” He corrected her but stayed unnoticed.

“…in the orchestra and he is gorgeous too by the way. And straight. Good for me, right? But that’s not important for you to know.” Blaine doubted there was anything important about a trumpeter that could possibly make him be interested in the guy but Rachel was so into her talking that he didn’t interrupt her.

“He is a tutor for some rich kids. He teaches them music. They are home schooled and he earns an impressive amount of money. He told me they are looking for someone who could teach a little girl to play the piano and I might have given him your number.”

“My number?”

“Yes. I told him how great you are and I scanned Kurt’s email and found your resume you sent him for correcting and I emailed it to him this morning. I saw how frustrated you were yesterday. You are bored. You need something to do. I know it’s not a dream job but you can quit when the dream job appears.” She finished the sentence with a hopeful smile and Blaine just stared at her.

“Are you mad at me?”

“No. Why would I be mad at you?”

“I did it without your permission. I mean, I waited for you to tell you about it but…yeah, I’m not a patient person. I even went to Kurt’s room to wake you, but you were in a coma. And probably naked and I didn’t want it to be awkward.” Rachel shrugged her shoulders at her last statement and Blaine made a reminder in his head to tell Kurt to keep the door of his room locked because Rachel had no boundaries.

“Okay. I’m not mad. Thank you, Rachel. It means a lot. But don’t tell Kurt you hacked his email.”

“Oh, I wasn’t about to do that. He would kill me if he knew. You won’t tell him, right?”

“No, I won’t. Don’t worry.”

Blaine got the job. His resume wasn’t as impressive as the others candidates’ but the little girl loved him from the first time she had laid her eyes on him. The parents wanted their princess to have what she wanted and they hired Blaine immediately. He was a little uncertain how to teach a four year old but Kurt told him to shut up and take the opportunity so he did as his boyfriend wished. He was glad he listened to Kurt. He spent an hour a day with Gabrielle and he loved her. Gabrielle was a happy, easy going child, spoiled by her parents but he set the boundaries and she knew from the beginning she wouldn’t get anywhere with crying and anger fits. He was proud of himself. She respected and admired him. Kurt laughed he might be her first crush but Blaine didn’t think something like that exists at the age of four.

Blaine wasn’t bored anymore. He woke up in the morning and went through the stuff he wanted to teach Gabrielle. He spent a lot of time browsing about educational approaches to little kids and he managed to make lessons about fun and games, because seriously, she was just four years old, what else was he supposed to do? Their lesson started at eleven and ended at noon. Then he went home to have lunch or met for lunch with Kurt or Rachel or some of his friends. He filled his afternoons with composing or relaxing. Evenings were booked for Kurt and their plans. Sometimes they had a lazy night in one of their apartments, another time they went out for a date. They also met with their friends to have coffee or go to the club. They were really happy and satisfied with their life.

It was two days before Christmas. Blaine was waiting for Kurt to come home from work so he could help him with packing. That basically meant he would throw every unnecessary item from Kurt’s suitcase. He was really looking forward to it. Kurt would try to persuade him he really needed this or that. He would definitely try to bribe Blaine with kisses which Blaine was especially thrilled about and maybe Blaine would throw some necessary stuff too just so he could see Kurt’s happy smile when he would tell him Okay, baby, you can keep this.

“Blaine? Honey? I’m home!” Kurt shouted from the door and Blaine jumped on his feet and rushed to greet his lover. Without saying a word he attacked Kurt’s mouth and kissed him with everything he had. When they pulled away, breathless, Kurt chuckled.

“Wow. I must have done something right if I deserved this.”

“Everything you do is right.” Blaine said and grabbed his hand. He led them to Kurt’s room, where an opened suitcase was lying on the bed.

“You want me to start packing now?”

“Mmmm.” Blaine agreed and sat down, leaning his back to the headboard.

“But we have the whole night for it.” He whined. “Rachel is not home, I hoped we could have a little fun.”

“We’ll have plenty of fun, love. Trust me.” Blaine winked at him and motioned his head to Kurt’s closet. Kurt obeyed.

“This is ridiculous, Blaine! I need this shirt!”

“Okay. Then get rid of another you’ve already had in the suitcase.”

“I can’t! I need them all.”

“Kurt!” Blaine said in mock annoyance. “We are going for a week. Seven days. You don’t need ten shirts. I’ve already let you keep two more.” Kurt smirked and crawled to Blaine’s lap. He knew how exactly he had made Blaine approve of them.

“Please, honey.” Kurt whispered to Blaine’s ear, kissing his lobe softly.

“No.” Kurt attached his lips to Blaine’s jaw line and peppered it with small kisses.

“No?” He asked innocently.

“No.” Kissing was replaced by slightly nibbling and Blaine had to control himself not to wrap his arms around Kurt and forget about packing and teasing.

“Pretty, pretty please.” Kurt looked at him with adorable pout and Blaine couldn’t resist. He captured Kurt’s lips in slow and deep kiss but when he pulled back his answer stayed unchanged. “No.”

Kurt decided it was time to start playing dirty. He nestled himself in Blaine’s lap, making Blaine moan and close his eyes. He unzipped Blaine’s hoodie – When did he zipped it up after our last make out session five minutes ago? – and this time he took it off. He undressed Blaine’s T-shirt as well and ran his hands up and down his chest.

“Kurt…”

“Did you change your mind?”

“No.”

Ten minutes later Blaine was a writhing mess under Kurt’s touch. The only clothing remaining on him was his boxer briefs but Kurt was still in his perfect outfit. Blaine needed more, he didn’t care about Rachel coming home any minute or the suitcase that was still half empty despite their early flight tomorrow morning. He needed Kurt right now. He tugged Kurt’s shirt from his pants and Kurt halted. He detached his lips from Blaine’s collarbone and stood up.

“Kurt!”

“What, honey?”

“Come back.”

“Oh, I can’t. I haven’t packed yet. See?”

“Just put what you want in there and get back to bed.”

“Everything I want? Even the tenth shirt?”

“Whatever, just…God, Kurt, just come here.” He outstretched his hand but Kurt didn’t seem to notice. He slowly put the shirt in the suitcase and then his head disappeared in his closet. He pulled out something and packed it, then he left the room and came back with half of the contents of his bathroom cabinet. He put it into suitcase as well. He closed the suitcase and took it to the living room. When he came back, Blaine was clearly annoyed. And aroused.

“Lock the damn door and come here!” He ordered and Kurt did it with the sweetest smile he owned. Blaine melted in an instant, opening his arms for Kurt and Kurt had no choice. He undressed his clothes and joined his boyfriend on the bed.    

The Christmas break was fantastic according to Kurt and Blaine. They celebrated separately with their families but the day after Christmas Blaine came to Lima and stayed for two days. Then they went to Westerville for another two days and flew back to New York the day before New Year’s Eve. They locked themselves in Blaine’s apartment and spent the whole day naked under the covers with forgotten Disney movies.

“We are adults.” Kurt said, snuggling to Blaine’s side in the evening, too tired to get up and make some dinner but really hungry.

“Yeah?” Blaine asked, not sure what Kurt was talking about.

“Why are we afraid of having sex in our parents’ houses? We can’t catch up on seven days…We lost seven days.” Blaine laughed.

“We’re not afraid of our parents, baby. We are afraid of our siblings. No locked door can keep Cooper and Finn out of our sex life.”

“Our siblings suck.”

“I still got to spend the nights with you in the bed so I’m not complaining. I don’t care that we couldn’t be intimate. Falling asleep and waking up next to you is amazing and…mhhh” Kurt didn’t let him finish. He kissed him hard, framing his face with his hands.

“You are so sweet and cute and adorable and fantastic and I love you so much, Blaine Anderson.” Blaine took a breath and was ready to reply when Kurt’s phone rang.

“Hi!...Yeah, I’m great…With Blaine…Nothing special…Wow! That would be great…Of course, we can find three beds somewhere…By car? Okay…Around four in the afternoon, yes…Okay, I say hello, too. See you. Love you.” The quick conversation ended and Blaine was curious what it was about.

“We have a company for tomorrow.” Kurt announced and dialed up a number on his phone.

“What?”

“Shhh, honey, I’m on the phone.” Kurt hushed him and waited for someone to pick up. He ordered pizza and put his phone aside.

“You’re answering the door when it comes. I made the order.”

“Okay. Just tell me who called you.”

“It was Luke. The guys were supposed to go to some fancy party but none of them was really interested and then Luke suggested going to New York for New Year. He wanted to know if they could come. They’ll go by car and they should be here around four. I know we planned to spend the evening here, just the two of us, but we didn’t see them for a long time…”

“It’s okay. I’m glad they are coming here. Two of them could sleep here and one of them on the sofa in the living room.”

“Where are we going to sleep?”

“In the music room.”

“Or two of them could sleep in the music room and we can have our bed.” Blaine shook his head at Kurt’s proposal.

“No. We are sleeping in the music room because I have every intention to devour your body after midnight. There is no way I’m not making love to you on New Year. I’ve already lost Christmas.”

“What happened to falling asleep and waking up next to me is enough?”

“It still stands. In places when we actually can’t have sex. It’s not the case at my own apartment.”