Blaine wasn’t sure why he was so comfortable, but he was going to take it, considering the past couple days have not necessarily been the most comfortable for him sleep wise. He was also having one of the most pleasant dreams he’s ever had. He was walking in Central Park, back in his time, with his cane and coat, and it was past dusk.

All of a sudden, the same beggar appeared, and he was smiling.

Blaine stopped his walk and looked at the beggar, “Oh no, I know you. You cannot harm me, for I am prepared this time.”

The beggar shook his head, “I am not here to harm you. I did not harm you the last time. You were sent to this time to learn something,”

Blaine stuck his hands in the air, dropping his cane, “What, pray tell, am I supposed to learn by going to a time much different than mine?”

The beggar smiled, “Something that you are already learning from one Mr. Hummel.”

Blaine tilted his head at the beggar, “What do you mean?”

The beggar continued, “When you were in this time, you were engaged to a lovely woman, you had an excellent job, and you had a family that supported you. They’ve even kept your abandoned apartment even though you had long passed. Now, please tell me, why were you not happy?”

Blaine stared at this beggar who seemed to know much about him, “I was happy, I really was.”

The beggar nodded, “Did you love Quinn?”

Before Blaine could respond, he felt his world shake from under him. Scared, he dropped to the ground, hoping that this shaking would be over. The shaking seemed to get worse, and Blaine found himself thinking about what he wanted to say to Kurt if he died.

He heard the beggar’s voice as Blaine slowly slipped from this world, “Don’t be afraid of the lesson, Blaine.”

“Blaine! Wake up!” He heard Kurt’s voice shouting in his ear, stirring Blaine to open his eyes, and seeing Kurt standing over him. Blaine stretched, and realized then that he was not on a couch. Rather, he was lying in a bed. Kurt’s bed, according to Kurt’s glare.

Blaine froze. He could not seem to remember what happened the night before; all of it was a blur after his first scotch. He vaguely remembered Rachel and Finn leaving, but past that, his memory failed him. Kurt sighed with relief when Blaine looked at him, although his frown was still there.

“Blaine, what are you doing in my bed?” Kurt asked calmly, his face betraying his calm though.

Blaine shook his head, then regretted that as he felt like his head had a drum beating inside it, “I am not quite sure, Kurt. I do not remember much from last night.”

Kurt’s tension on his face melted more, and he actually smiled at Blaine, “I think you got a little drunk last.”

Blaine shrugged, “I suppose you are right. I have never had that many scotches in my life.” Kurt moved so Blaine could sit up, his back now resting on the headboard, “What happened last night? I remember Rachel and Finn leaving, but after that it is quite the blur.”

Kurt blinked a couple times then walked over to his closet to get clothes for the day, “Well, Blaine, uh, you kind of…well, you…”

Blaine blushed at the possibility of what Kurt could be trying to tell him, “Please tell me I did not say anything impolite or rude to you. That has happened before, and I do not think I could handle being vulgar to you.”

Kurt whipped around from his closet and ran to Blaine’s side once again, grabbing his hand, “Oh Blaine, no, you weren’t rude to me last night. It’s just…I’m not sure if I remember either. I certainly don’t remember you coming into my bed last night.”

Blaine shrugged again, “Oh sometimes when I have too much drink, I walk in my sleep. Perhaps that’s how it happened.” Blaine squinted his eyes at the sun peaking its way though the window, “Could I ask for you to close the blinds? I seem to be sensitive to light right now.”

Kurt laughed and let go of Blaine’s hand (he immediately missed the warmth) and Kurt walked over to the curtains and closed them.

“So what are we going to do in New York today, Kurt?” Blaine asked, getting out of bed and stretching some more.

Kurt looked at Blaine and his face seemed to grow pale. Blaine looked down to see what was the matter, and it appeared that Blaine was not wearing any of his clothes. He was standing exposed to Kurt.

Blaine immediately blushed and grabbed Kurt’s blanket off his bed, “Oh my goodness, I am so sorry Kurt. I also tend to take off all my clothes when I get hot…”

Kurt shook his head and walked towards Blaine, “That’s alright, Blaine,” He didn’t seem to be able to take his eyes off of Blaine’s body, and Blaine found that he did not seem to care. It felt nice to be looked at like this by somebody else.

Kurt stopped right in front of Blaine, still just staring at him. Suddenly, he took his hands and placed them on Blaine’s naked hips. “Are you sure you don’t remember anything from last night?”

Blaine shook his head again, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of Kurt’s face. Kurt looked up from Blaine’s body to his eyes, and they stood there for a little longer, just staring into each other’s eyes.

Blaine was sure that doing this was completely against some biblical law, but at the moment it felt so right, he did not mind. Blaine’s gaze dropped to Kurt’s mouth, and Blaine wondered what it would be like to taste it. Suddenly, the memories of last night flooded his brain. Him asking Kurt about love, being entranced by Kurt’s stumbling over the topic, and finally-

"I kissed you last night.” Blaine stated, almost matter of fact like. Kurt’s posture seemed to stiffen at the statement, but he nodded. Blaine fixed his gaze back onto Kurt’s eyes, and he smiled, “I was hoping that was not a dream.”

Kurt smiled back, but did not say anything in return. Blaine decided that perhaps he should check to see if Kurt’s lips still tasted like wine and coffee. Blaine leaned in towards Kurt, sealing his lips onto Kurt’s again.

Kurt breathed in through his nose before wrapping his arms around Blaine’s waist, resting his hands onto Blaine’s back. Blaine took his arms and wrapped them around Kurt’s shoulders, willing them to be closer. In the process, his blanket dropped from where he was holding it wrapped around his waist. Now Blaine was fully exposed again. He could not bring himself to care anymore.

Blaine sighed into the kiss, feeling more at home than he has ever felt, even in his apartment that he paid for himself. He dropped his arms from Kurt’s shoulders and rewrapped them around Kurt’s waist, his hands brushing slightly under Kurt’s shirt.

Kurt moaned and lifted his arms up straight in the air. Blaine was confused, then he realized that maybe he wanted his shirt off. Blaine grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it upwards, having to stop kissing him to get if completely off.

Once the shirt came off, their lips crashed back together, as if they had been separated for an eternity, a desperate sense now playing into it. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine’s shoulders, willing Blaine to open his mouth. Blaine moaned as Kurt’s tongue found itself in his mouth, and Blaine willed this to never end. As if one, they moved back to Kurt’s bed, and collapsed on it. Laying there now, they continued kissing.

Kurt reached down and removed his sleepwear, leaving him in just his undergarments. Blaine stopped the kiss to fully enjoy the view that was in front of him, and Kurt seemed to do the same. Blaine stroked his hand up Kurt’s chest, feeling the muscles underneath.

“I’m sorry I did not tell you sooner,” Blaine found himself saying, “I too enjoy the company of men, but I did not realize it until now.”

Kurt nodded and grabbed Blaine’s hand, fingers interlacing, as they just held each other, “That’s alright, Blaine. I’m sorry that you didn’t know.”

Blaine nodded in turn, deciding that they have spent too much time talking and leaning in for another kiss.

“Daddy have you made breakfast yet?” A voice rings out from behind the closed door, causing Kurt and Blaine to jump back from one another once again, “And have you seen Blaine daddy? I can’t find him and I wanted to tell him about my dream last night!”

“Penny.” Blaine heard Kurt curse under his breath, “Honey I’ll be right out, daddy just got…distracted. Blaine went on a little early walk, but he should be back soon!” Kurt turned to Blaine and whispered, “She is not to know.”

Blaine, now fully dressed and clean (Kurt had found a batch of hair gel under his sink, so Blaine could continue to style his hair down. Kurt seemed sad about this but did not say anything), sat in the kitchen, waiting for Kurt to finish making waffles using waffle iron. Penny had taken a shower and was enthusiastically telling Blaine about her dream the night before, where Blaine had been a prince and had come rescued her from an evil queen.

Blaine nodded along, but was too busy watching Kurt moving around the kitchen, hypnotized by Kurt’s fluid movements and his humming to a tune he has never heard.

“Hey daddy, can I stay home today?” Penny turned to Kurt and gave her best pleading look, “I promise to be good.”

Kurt froze over the sink and started to blush, “Oh I’m sorry honey, I forgot to call the day care yesterday to tell them you’d be staying home. You might have to go in today.”

Kurt looked at Blaine and smiled. Blaine realized that Kurt had not forgotten; he simply wanted Blaine to himself.

Blaine smiled back at Kurt, realizing that spending an entire day with just Kurt was not too terrible of an idea, even if he loved Penny.

After Penny’s whines about having to go anyways had subsided, Kurt took her to day care, asking Blaine to stay home and mind the apartment. Blaine quickly agreed, saying he wanted to rest up. While they were gone, Blaine sat in the living room, musing over the events that transpired that morning. He started to wonder back to what he knew of lovemaking, thinking of how you were supposed to press your-

Blaine paused. “How does one sleep with a man?” He realized that although how to make love to a woman was written about in novels he had read in the past (blushing), he had no knowledge on how to make love to a man.

Blaine slumped into the couch. How was he supposed to fulfill his carnal desires with Kurt when he did not know how? He thought back to the day before, Kurt showing him a…computer? And how you could use it to-

“A-HA!” Blaine shouted triumphantly, and he jumped up and took off running to grab said computer. Blaine had information to look up.