It had been a slow day, Kurt had mainly dealt with flower deliveries and wedding bands, but nothing that would get his mind off of things. He keeps playing back to that moment that night, the hurt look on Blaine’s face when he told him to leave and not call him. He knows this was what he needed to do in order to protect himself before all of this destroys him but at the same time, it feels like the worst decision he has ever made.

He had gone home early since the bit of work that was left could easily be done at home. On the way home, he had walked past his little chapel and allowed himself to stop for a minute or two and let the atmosphere calm him down before finally going home. So now, he’s hunched over the dining table and going through some paper work in the desperate attempt to distract himself somehow because right now, not being with Blaine is hurting more than the opposite.

A knock on the door makes him look up though and he puts the file he had been holding down to slowly walk over. Right there, on the floor in front of the door, lies a sheet of paper, neatly folded twice.

Frowning slightly, he picks it up before opening the door, but the hallway is empty. He can see the elevator going downstairs but he doesn’t have the energy to see who it is. Besides, the paper in his hands might just tell him as well, right?

So he sighs and closes the door again before he makes his way over to the couch and sits down, unfolding the paper and reading the few lines it holds. “Come see me at the bow bridge in central park.” The elegant handwriting reads. Below, a bit smaller, it says: “This isn’t calling.”

Kurt can’t help but smile as he folds the note back up and leans back. He should honestly consider this. He should take his time and decide what to do before acting on it. After the other night, this needs to be thought over.

But oh god, who is he kidding? With a tiny squeal, he’s off the couch and rushes for his coat while putting away the piece of paper.

Kurt is pretty sure he has never called a cap that fast when he finally arrives at Central park. It’s the end of November and it’s getting colder by the day. Overnight, there had been the first snow this year. It isn’t much, it’s just lightly covering the trees and grass and makes everything literally look like a winter wonderland. Kurt doesn’t even care about the cold anymore, his legs seem to work on their own accord as he makes his way to the bridge.
There aren’t many people around since it’s a workday and just before noon so everyone is at work, there are only a few joggers and people walking their dogs. The bridge is empty though, so when he arrives, he leans against the railing and looks down.

“Hey.” He suddenly hears behind him and twirls around.

And there he is, in his black coat and red scarf, his hair perfectly styled and a shy smile on his face.

“You came.” He points out and his smile grows a little wider.

“I did.” Kurt nods slowly and sighs, interlacing his fingers in front of himself, fiddling with them as he looks at the other male.

“Look, Kurt. I’m sorry about the other night. I checked by your apartment earlier but you weren’t there, so…” He started and Kurt knew ihe would say that. He knows he’s sorry but there is nothing he can do about it.

“I needed some time alone. And I know. Me too. I just felt like…” he starts off but doesn’t know how to go on.

“… you don’t mean anything to me?” Blaine tries and Kurt nods. That’s pretty much it. When Blaine went home to Santana, Kurt felt like he wasn’t enough, like he wasn’t what Blaine wanted and just a thing on the side. To a certain extend, he still does.

“You do, though.” Blaine says softly and only then does Kurt notice he had had one arm behind his back the entire time. So when there’s suddenly a single red rose in his face Kurt doesn’t know if he’s supposed to laugh or cry. He settles with chuckling.

“You’re cheesy, sir.” He grins as he takes the flower but can’t help but smile. All of this just makes his heart beat even fast and he knows he might regret this later but he refuses to think about this now. Blaine has just given him a red rose after all.

“If you think this is cheesy, wait for what’s to come.” Blaine smirks, obviously happy over the fact that they have made up. Kurt raises one eyebrow but Blaine motions for him to follow him so he does. They don’t walk for a long time and when they round the last corner Kurt knows.

“No. I’m going to break all my bones and kill myself.” He says, stopping right where he is.

Blaine snorts and takes a few steps back, grabbing his shoulders from behind. “As if I’d let that happen.” He smiles and pushes; with a sigh, Kurt gives in and keeps walking, allowing Blaine to drag him over to the ice rink.

“I swear to god, Blaine Anderson, if I so much as get a bruise, I’m going to murder you.” He promises while Blaine gets them skates. He doesn’t respond but only chuckles over his shoulder as he pays.

“I don’t even know how to get those things on! They are not fitting like my Alexander McQueens.” Kurt points out as he tries to get his foot in the shoe and watches in surprise as Blaine suddenly kneels down in front of him.

“If I may.”

Kurt stares at him with raised eyebrows as he actually manages to put the shoes on, getting a gentle hold of his ankle. This is pretty much the most ridiculous and yet most adorable thing he has ever seen. It’s like Blaine walked right out of a romantic comedy.

“Do you want some wine with that cheese?” he asks again and Blaine legit sticks his tongue out at him as he ties up his second shoe and stands up to get into his own ones.

Kurt bites his lip as he looks up at Blaine with questioning eyes, but he just reaches out and grabs his hands to pull him up and they waddle their way over to actually get on the ice.

It’s not crowded there either, thankfully, because Kurt is certain he would not only hurt himself but also everyone around in that case. Blaine slides onto the rink easily and tugs Kurt along. But he knows better than to let go of the handrail. Clinging onto it, he watches Blaine turn and slide over to him, grinning like a school boy.

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun.” He promises and grabs at Kurt’s arm but he swats it away, even though he’s laughing. But he’s still concerned about his health here.

“No, you go have your fun and I’ll stay here and watch you.” He offers but he should have known. He should have known that Blaine would just pull harder and eventually make him let go. He should have known that his warm hand would hold his tightly as they slowly edge their way forward.

“See, you’re doing good.” He points out after quite a while.

“Blaine.” Kurt says slowly, “We’ve made it about five feet away from the rail.” With an unamused expression, he points behind himself.

“Better than nothing.” He smiles and just clutches Kurt’s fingers harder as they work their way across the ice inch by inch. Kurt’s amazed with how patient Blaine is, how he doesn’t get upset when Kurt can’t really go any faster and how he still stays right here and helps him along.

“I came by your apartment earlier.” Blaine says quietly, eyes darting up from Kurt’s feet to meet his eyes.

“No really? I thought that note magically flew inside by itself.” Kurt jokes and Blaine lets out a breathless giggle that forms a small cloud in front of his face.

“No, I mean before that. I wanted to talk to you but you didn’t open up so I thought a note would be better.”

Kurt’s face lights up in realisation and he’s quick to shake his head at Blaine. “I would have opened up of course. I was… at my chapel.”

“Your chapel?”

“It’s a few blocks down from mine. I like to go there and… think sometimes.” Kurt explains with a shrug and Blaine looks at him for a moment. Then he seems to realize that Kurt doesn’t really want to go into detail and just nods. Kurt is glad he doesn’t push, the chapel is gorgeous, but too beautiful for words to describe. It just has this atmosphere about it that always managed to calm Kurt down and he wouldn’t be able make Blaine understand if he tried.

“Cute.” Blaine comments and Kurt groans in mock annoyance.

“Would you stop calling me that?”

“Why? Because it’s making you blush? That’s cute too.” He grins and Kurt makes a sound between a grunt and a laugh as he lunges forward in the attempt to hit Blaine’s arm. Only that he completely forgets that he’s on ice-skates and terrible at it. So he slips and falls into Blaine with a keen. And as good Blaine may be at this, he’s not prepared for Kurt crushing into him so they effectively land on top of each other, Blaine’s back pressed against the cool ice.

“Oops?” Kurt tries and grins awkwardly.

Blaine stares at him for a while before he bursts into laughter, his chest shaking under the weight of Kurt’s body on it.

“Oh my god. You’re the worst person on ice-skates ever.” He downright giggles and if this wasn’t so embarrassing, Kurt might actually find it cute.

“Shut up.” He huffs but the corners of his mouth twitch into a small smile.

“Aw. That’s-“ Blaine starts but Kurt cuts him off sharply.

“If you call me cute one more time, I’m going to help you up just to knock you back down. And I’ll make it look like an accident again.”

At that, Blaine closes his mouth and makes a ridiculous zipping motion which makes Kurt roll his eyes before he gets off of him.

Blaine is on his feet faster than Kurt and pulls him up, his hands on his hips as he pulls him closer. “Well, one can’t be amazing at everything he does.” He mutters, his breath hot against Kurt’s neck. He shudders.

“Blaine…” Kurt knows people can see, they’re in the middle of this ice rink after all and though there isn’t much going on, he’d rather not take any chances. Blaine seems to catch the hint though and backs off a little, only taking his hand as they slowly make their way back to the edge of the rink.

Kurt can still feel Blaine’s breath on his neck as they untie their shoes, he feels the warmth. Quite literally, actually, since Blaine is sitting next to him with his side pressed against his. And something inside of Kurt doesn’t let him forget how good it had felt, how the goose bumps had spread all over his body.

When he’s done, he glances over at Blaine.

“We should go back to my place.” He decides and Blaine looks up at him a bit surprised but nods happily. He hasn’t caught on, Kurt can tell. So he sighs and grabs his hand. He drags him away from the rink, towards a small group of trees that are standing there lonely, the thin layer of snow around them still untouched. Blaine stumbles behind him but doesn’t ask questions, even as Kurt comes to a stop behind the largest of them, shielded away from everyone.

He simply looks at him with those big, caring eyes as if he doesn’t even mind what Kurt has planned. Trust. That’s what Kurt sees. And that’s what he feels as well. So without another word, he pushes Blaine up against said tree, their chests flush as his mouth finds Blaine’s in a hungry, messy kiss.

It’s way too much tongue and teeth and Kurt might have just bitten Blaine’s lip but neither of them mind at this point. Kurt’s hands are clawing at Kurt’s waist while his are pressing into his back firmly, holding him there.

“I want-“ Kurt starts, his lips trailing down to attach themselves to the soft spot right below his jaw. “to go-“ he sucks harshly as his fingers grip at Blaine’s shirt, pulling, needing. “to my place.” He says again and emphasizes the last bit with a jerk of his hips which makes Blaine groan into his mouth and tilt his head back some more.

It blows Kurt’s mind. He would have never thought he would have such an effect on anyone at all, let alone an attractive guy like Blaine. But from what he can feel, Blaine’s very much into it, in fact. Kurt’s thankful for that because he’s right there along with him and it would be slightly awkward to be the only one in a situation like that.

“Yeah.” Blaine breaths, a whimper escaping his lips as Kurt bites at the juncture between his neck and shoulder. “We should.”

And that is the only agreement Kurt needs before he yanks Blaine away from the tree and basically runs to get a cab.

A cab ride had never been this long and short at the same time before. It had been hard to keep their fingers off each other when all Kurt had wanted was to be all over Blaine. But then again, coats and shoes and scarves had never been shed so quickly once they arrived at Kurt’s apartment.

Currently, Kurt has Blaine pinned to the couch, his hands gripping his wrists on either side of his head as he sucks possessively at his neck.

“No-no hickeys.” Blaine reminds him breathlessly and Kurt groans but slows down a bit. He knows he can’t leave marks, they’d be screwed if Santana found them. But he can’t think about her right now, doesn’t want to know what she had got to do with Blaine already and where her hands have been.

Instead, he lets go of Blaine’s wrists and trails his hands down over his chest, catching his nipples with his pinkies and grinning at the way Blaine squirms underneath him. It’s new and a bit scary but oh so good. And Blaine still looks at him like this, with all this trust and emotion, even though his eyes are hooded with something else that Kurt guesses is lust.

Finally, his hands reach the hem of his shirt and he looks back up at those eyes, finding Blaine smiling softly at him.

“This okay?” he asks, his voice husky and needy. Blaine simply nods and lifts his arms so Kurt can tuck the shirt off easier.

And then, Kurt just stares. Blaine is gorgeous, all tan skin and bits of dark hair and subtle muscle in front of him, spread out for him. In wonder, he reaches out and places his flat palms on his chest before he runs them down over his stomach. He doesn’t have crazily worked out abs but he can feel the muscles contracting under his fingers, which makes him shudder for some reason.

“Wow.” He breathes and licks his lips eagerly.

Blaine chuckles slightly and Kurt can see a light blush in his cheeks.

“Cute.” He comments cockily and Blaine snorts nonchalantly before he simply reaches up and pulls Kurt down for another kiss, their tongues wrestling and sliding against each other.

Then, Kurt feels Blaine’s hands on his hips, fingertips sliding under his shirt and teasing the skin there. It’s more than Kurt has ever felt, this little action already sends jolts down his spine and makes him shiver. Just as he used to say: The touch of the fingertips is as sexy as it gets. Only that now, he plans on taking those fingertips of his to some other places.

Blaine tugs on his shirt lightly and Kurt gets the hint, sitting up some more and letting him pull the piece of clothing off.

For the first time since leaving the ice rink, Kurt feels a little self conscious. He knows he isn’t quite as muscular or broad as Blaine.

But Blaine, of course, sits up slightly and runs his hands up Kurt’s arms. His eyes are soft as they run along his body, his lips parted slightly.

“You’re gorgeous.”

And just like that, the nervousness drops from Kurt’s frame and he wraps his arms around his neck, pulling him into another kiss, slower this time, but more urgent at the same time, as if both of them know something bigger is coming up.

Slowly, Blaine lays back down, his hands roaming up Kurt’s sides and stroking over the sides. Then his hands reached reach the waistband of his jeans and he pulls away to look at his face.

“Go ahead.” Kurt says before Blaine can ask because he knows his question already. It’s adorable how much Blaine cares, but at the same time annoying because Kurt is rock hard and these skin tight jeans are simply no fun anymore.

Pants are shed quickly, both Kurt’s and Blaine’s thrown carelessly on the floor which Kurt notes with a raise of his eyebrow. They were Marc Jacobs.

But right now, Blaine is so much more interesting and – dare he say – even prettier than Marc Jacobs.

Splayed out on the couch underneath him, endless tan skin and honey eyes looking hungry and soothing at the same time. He smiles and reaches up to cup Kurt’s face who nuzzles into the touch immediately.

When their lips meet again, it’s gentle and careful as Kurt slides his hands over Blaine’s chest and feels him stroke the small of his back. Then his hands dip a bit deeper and cup his ass through his briefs, thumbs sliding under the waistband slightly.

Kurt gasps at the feeling and simply can’t help the words from spilling out. “I’m a virgin.”

And he wishes he could suck the words back in or hit his head against the nearest wall or just disappear because this isn’t something you tell someone while you’re in your underwear and they’re groping your ass. A blush rises in Kurt’s cheeks and he’s about to apologize when Blaine cuts him off.

“Me too.”

Gaping at him for a moment, Kurt shakes his head in confusion.

“But… you… Santana!” he almost whines and pouts slightly.

Blaine chuckles and props himself up on his elbows to shrug one shoulder. “She tries.” He explains slowly, his eyes foxed on Kurt’s. “I tell her that I want to wait until marriage to keep her at bay because… don’t get me wrong, she’s gorgeous but boobs do nothing for me.” He grins and Kurt huffs, rolling his eyes before he shoves at Blaine’s shoulders to get him to lay down again.

He does in the blink of an eye and rolls his hips up as his hands slip into his briefs and grope again. This time, Kurt pushes back and tugs on Blaine’s underwear himself.

“Too much clothing.” He decides and Blaine nods so frantically that Kurt is afraid he’ll hurt himself.

“Easy there, I still need that head of yours.” He chuckles and Blaine get’s that look on his face that Kurt can’t quite name. All he knows is that this smirk and the sparkle in his eyes do things to him, or more specifically his cock.

Slowly, Blaine’s fingers hook into the fabric of his briefs and pulls lightly as Kurt simultaneously does the same thing with his.

Their eyes stay locked as they both shed the last piece of clothing keeping them apart.

And then, they’re suddenly together. They’re not Kurt, the wedding planner and Blaine the groom. They’re just them, perfect, fitting and comfortable.

When Blaine lowers his eyes first, Kurt isn’t scared or self conscious anymore. He can tell from the look on Blaine’s face that he likes absolutely everything he sees and can feel from something very obvious pressing into his thigh that he enjoys this just right.

Then, Kurt looks down himself and is left open mouthed and stunned for a moment. But anyone would be if they were faced with a real cock that isn’t their own for the first time in their life.

“You okay?” Blaine asks after a while and when Kurt looks at his face again, he sees a small flash of insecurity on the others face and lunges forward at once, attacking his face in a fierce kiss. He can’t understand how someone like Blaine can look at him like he’s going to disapprove, like he needs his approval so much. But he wants him to know that no matter what he does, he’ll always like every single part of it just because it’s him.

Kurt has no clue what’s gotten into him, why he’s suddenly so bold. Maybe it’s the smell of sex in the room already or the way their hips rock against each other’s that’s making his head spin. But all he knows is that suddenly, his hand snakes between their bodies and finds Blaine’s cock to wrap around.

He hears Blaine gasp underneath him and pulls away a bit because he needs to see. And what he sees as he simply grips onto his cock without a single movement is Blaine, his head tipped back against the arm of the couch. His mouth is hanging open and his eyes are closed. There’s a bead of sweat running down his neck and Kurt can’t help but lean forward and follow its path with his tongue.

The way Blaine shudders and moans under him just spurs Kurt on and he starts to built up a slow path, trying to figure out what gets Blaine going. But from the looks of it, it doesn’t really matter as he turns his head to the side, chest heaving desperately. He downright whines when Kurt swipes his thumb over the head and pushed his hips forward into the touch which leaves Kurt turned on and amazed all at the same time.

Who would have thought Kurt Hummel could do this? Make someone squirm and pant underneath him as he bucked his hips up into his hand? Kurt sure hadn’t. And though he would deny it, it did make him feel good. Proud.

Encouraged by Blaine’s whimpers and pants, he speeds his hand up and moves more eagerly, revelling in the way Blaine’s whole body shifts with each stroke.

Soon enough though, Blaine makes noises that sound like he’s trying to say something and Kurt slows down a little. “Mnhh… y-you… I…” he babbles and if he wasn’t so hot, Kurt would tell him how cute he is just to annoy him.

“What?” he asks breathlessly and instead of answering, Blaine reaches out clumsily to curl his fingers around Kurt’s cock, not moving, just grasping.

Kurt moans low in his throat, the sensation of someone else’s hands on his cock so much different and more overwhelming than his own. He does take this as a hint to continue though and starts moving his hand again.

“N-no.” Blaine pants and Kurt stops yet again, raising his eyebrows at the man beneath him.

“I want… together…” he mutters and just when Kurt is about to ask what on earth he means, he shoves his hand away from his own cock and pushes his hips up as he wrapps his fingers around both of them.

Kurt gasps in the same second Blaine did and their foreheads almost bump into each other as their backs arched in their moans. It was one thing to have Blaine’s hand on him, but an entirely different one for it to be his cock.

Blaine starts building up a slow pace and Kurt places his own hand on top of his, letting him set the speed and moaning at every and each bit of friction.

It feels even better this, way, more intimate and somehow, a little dirty but Kurt was beyond the point of caring. When Blaine throws his head back with another moan, he takes the opportunity to lean forward and bite at his shoulder. And that was where Blaine Anderson gasps and chokes and groans before he comes over their hands and Kurt’s very expensive couch.

Somehow, Blaine manages to keep up the movements of his hand though, albeit he pulls himself out of the grasp due to sensitivity issues, Kurt guesses. But to be honest, he isn’t even able to think anymore.

“Kurt,” he hears Blaine whisper and forces one eye open. “Come on. Let go. For me.” He breathes the last words low in his throat and if that isn’t the sexiest thing Kurt has ever heard he doesn’t know what is.

And who is he to refuse Blaine a request like that? So he comes hard, his vision going white as he collapse forward. Thankfully, Blaine catches him and he feels himself being laid against his chest as one strong hand strokes his back throughout his afterglow.

It’s more than Kurt could have ever asked for. It’s more than he imagined.

It’s perfect.

A couple of minutes pass before Kurt dares to speak up again.

“Blaine?”

“Hmhm?” comes a sleepy reply.

“I hope for the sake of your penis that you’re not calling me cute again after this.”

Kurt falls asleep to the vibrations of Blaine’s snorts and laughter underneath him a few minutes later.

“I don’t want to.”

“You have to.”

“But Kurt…”

Kurt sighs and rolls his eyes, grabbing Blaine’s shoulders and turning him around towards the open door. “Just go.” He laughs, shoving a bit to get the man to move.

He stops in the doorway though, a disappointed expression on his face.

“Today was so nice though.”

“I know. But Santana.” He reminds him and Blaine sighs but nods.

Kurt knows Santana’s shift ends soon and if she gets home to an empty apartment she’s just going to get suspicious. And Kurt would rather not have that.

Blaine leans in despite the fact that they know someone could see in the hallway and Kurt doesn’t fight him as he presses his lips to his lightly.

“I’ll call you later.” He promises like every so often and Kurt waves after him as he watches him walking towards the elevators.

He doesn’t call later.

In fact, he doesn’t call tomorrow or the day after that.