Having friends in the city of New York turned out to be the most important part of Kurt's dream. Achieving everything he ever wanted wasn't as easy as he thought it might be but no matter the path he took, no matter the journey, he always had his friends.

Kurt and Rachel lived together through relationships, auditions and successes and despite her diva behaviour sometimes, he couldn't imagine anyone else he would be able to share everything with. Except perhaps Blaine.

Blaine, like he had promised had applied and easily achieved a place at NYADA. Santana had promptly decided she would live with Blaine when he moved to New York, declaring she couldn't share bathroom space with Kurt and Rachel anymore and Blaine didn't have a say in the matter. It was decided.

They had all grown, all finished college, all started on making their dreams come true and although life was changeable, although it tossed them this way and that, they had each other and their friendship.

"I can't believe Tike are finally getting married," Rachel squealed as she opened her invitation by the door to the apartment she shared with Kurt. Kurt laughed as he made tea, having opened his earlier, he already knew.

"I didn't know we were still using those names," he said chuckling, "I never did know what ours was."

"Oh Hummelberry of course," Rachel said coming into the kitchen to kiss him sweetly on the cheek as she accepted her cup of tea. Kurt smiled.

"Of course," he said. "Will you be going with Finn?"

"Yes I think so," she said shyly.

"You two need to get together already," he said slightly irritated and walking over to the sofa. "I mean it's been years of this going back and forth. You need to commit already and that sounds strange seeing as you nearly made the ultimate commitment in high school. Can you imagine being married now?" he asked incredulous. Rachel shook her head.

"Did you get your invitation?" Santana asked as she opened the door, wine in hand. Blaine was walking behind with a collection of movies in hand.

"Yes!" Rachel squealed, getting up and showing hers to Santana. Kurt wandered to the kitchen to get glasses as Blaine came in.

"It's good news right?" Kurt asked as Blaine came in.

"Yeah, they've been together for years," Blaine said, "It's about time really."

"Yeah I guess," Kurt said.

"You don't sound convinced?" Blaine said as they took drinks to the sofa.

"Oh Kurt's just getting a bee in his bonnet because he's not the first to get married out of the group," Santana smirked as she heard the last part of their conversation.

"You want to get married?" Rachel asked, eyebrow raised.

"Well I mean, it'll be nice eventually," Kurt said defensively, "But clearly that's not going to happen anytime soon."

"What about that guy from Vogue?" Blaine asked, "He seemed nice."

"Yeah we did the usual," Kurt said blushing under the scrutiny, "Five dates, started fooling around for a bit but I got bored. He was nice enough, just couldn't hold a conversation."

"But you had Vogue to talk about!" Rachel exclaimed as if she couldn't believe what Kurt was saying.

"Yes Rachel," Kurt said impatiently, "But that conversation soon dries up and we both know the same gossip. We had nothing else and there certainly wasn't that...."

"Je ne sais quoi," Blaine finished.

"Exactly," Kurt said smiling.

"But Kurt if you never give anyone a chance you'll never have a relationship and I'll have to buy you cats."

"I have relationships Rachel," he said, hurt now at the image of himself older with cats. "And anyway why are we talking about my love life all of a sudden? Blaine's not in a relationship and your relationship with Finn isn't exactly normal," he said pointing to Rachel.

"Ouch," Santana said laughing in admiration at Kurt as she lay back in her seat, "Kurt's kitty claws are out."

"Well I couldn't exactly say you, I guess," Kurt said, "Now you're back with Brittany."

Rachel looked a little chastised so she turned to the movies.

"So what are we watching while we eat take-out?"

"The Notebook!" Kurt and Blaine shouted together and Rachel nodded excitedly in agreement.

"I need to get better friends," Santana said defeated but picking up the DVD regardless. "I get to decide what we eat then."

The movie finished, food eaten, Santana left to meet some friends in a bar downtown and Rachel said she was going to bed for an early rehearsal. Blaine and Kurt tidied and ended up finishing wine on the sofa.

"Don't worry about what she said," Blaine said after a comfortable silence and Kurt looked at him immediately knowing what he meant, the worry evident on his face. "She doesn't know what she's talking about. Picky is good, you just haven't found Mr Right that's all." Blaine smiled warmly, knowing he should follow his own advice and not worry either.

"Thanks Blaine," Kurt said, "I know I shouldn't listen to her but it just got me thinking. I don't know what I'm doing, do I?"

"What do you mean?"

"I date, I fall around but nothing lasts, no one seems to stick," he said, "Rachel's right, I'm going to end up with cats and old records and big dreams that never happened."

"Hey that's a load of crap," Blaine said, "Look we've been living here for a while now, settled into New York life and it goes fast. I mean you have a fantastic job at Vogue where you design and model – how many people can say that? You've had roles off Broadway, you never stay still enough to realise that you are living your dreams Kurt."

Kurt thought about it, looking into his swirling glass of wine. Looking up at Blaine who was near him on the sofa, his golden orbs swirling with honey looking so earnest, he smiled.

"Why are you single Blaine?" he said smiling at him. "Rachel's been joking with me for years that we should just hook-up and be done with it." He laughed and went a slight shade of pink at the suggestion but Blaine laughed too.

"Yes Santana says the same thing. I guess it never happened did it?" Blaine suddenly looked at Kurt's toned thighs in his tight pants as his knees were drawn closer and he gulped. It must have been the wine that caused the rush of blood south, he reasoned and he changed his seating position to cover the slight bulge.

"Do you remember the Warbler gap attack?" Kurt laughed, "You were so determined to be romantic and you looked so earnest and cute. You know I thought you were going to sing to me when you suggested singing on Valentine's Day? Gosh that seems an age ago...." Kurt's eyes wandered away from Blaine's face as if he was thinking back to all those times that he had wished and admired from a distance.

"Are you serious?" Blaine asked, incredulous, "You liked me then?" He sat up, his eyes wide.

"Yeah didn't you know?" Kurt chuckled, "I must have been a better actor than I thought. I had a massive crush on you but I got over it." He laughed but he looked a little worried at his slightly inebriated confession.

"I can't believe gorgeous Kurt Hummel had a crush on me," Blaine said not looking at Kurt and Kurt was suddenly reminded of seventeen year old Blaine, enthusiastic and cute.

"Gorgeous Kurt Hummel?" Kurt asked, eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, I mean I thought you were so out of my league I just didn't bother," Blaine said as way of explanation. "I loved being your friend and after a while that became better than anything else that could have happened, don't you think?"

"Yeah, that's what I said to myself too," Kurt said, standing and taking Blaine's wine glass. "I better get to bed, early day at Vogue tomorrow."

"Coffee tomorrow around 4?" Blaine asked as he headed to the door. Kurt nodded in agreement and hugged him goodbye.

Mike and Tina's planned wedding irked Blaine a little more than he let on to the others. With all the dream making, recording his own EP and selling it around the bars and clubs he sung at around New York, he hadn't had much time to form lasting relationships. But now as he looked around his empty apartment that he shared with Santana, he realised perhaps he had focused on the wrong thing. Maybe happiness didn't come in planning for the future and making sure you could survive on your own. Maybe it was all about who you shared your life experiences with.

He had dated, of course he had, but as he prepared to get into bed, he knew that he was in the same situation as Kurt. He would date, see a guy for five or six dates, just enough to realise they weren't compatible or they didn't have the chemistry and someone else would come along to catch his eye. The great thing about his job was the social side - meeting new people within the music industry that had similar hopes and dreams. As he got into bed he realised he had never had a chance to feel lonely with Kurt and Rachel living a few doors away and Santana filling any other time and space he had left. He was never alone but he suddenly wanted what Mike and Tina had – stability, domesticity and love.

Weeks went on though and nothing really changed. Blaine and Kurt weren't really sure what to do with this sudden desire to find a relationship similar to their friends' and comfortable friendship with the four of the them continued. Finn came round more and more frequently now he was teaching in New York and plans were made for all five of them to return to Lima to see their friends get married.

At the rehearsal dinner, the most surprising thing after everyone had caught up on the gossip and the news, was Karofsky. Kurt felt a little silly calling him that after all they had been through in high school so he quickly changed it to Dave as he was introduced to his boyfriend. Pleasant conversation ensued where Blaine and Kurt found out about how Dave had met Ben and they were now living together in Columbus, where Dave worked for a sports marketing company and Ben was an accountant. Dave looked so different from his pale, joyless self in that hospital all those years before. It was clear he had found his soulmate, found his dream and was living the life he had always wanted. It was scary to think that he was doing nearly exactly what Kurt had predicted he would do and Dave joked saying he should go into the psychic business. They left to take their seats for the rehearsal dinner meal and Blaine and Kurt joined the rest of the reunited New Directions.

Conversations and catch-ups ensued but Blaine noticed Kurt steadily drinking as the night carried on and he became worried. It was only as the meal finished and more drinks ordered that Blaine managed to talk to Kurt alone.

"Are you ok?" Blaine asked, touching Kurt's elbow gently. Kurt looked confused as he grabbed another drink.

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

"Kurt," Blaine said simply and Kurt's confident expression crumpled.

"Ok, ok," he said shaking his head slowly, "It bothers me."

"What does?"

"Dave and Ben," Kurt said, "Do you remember what we said weeks ago about relationships and wanting more than the casual dates we've had?" Blaine nodded. "Well Dave has it. After all his issues at high school, the bullying, the outing, the attempted suicide, now he has a beautiful relationship with the love of his life. I mean you can just tell they're going to be together forever."

Kurt took a seat and physically slumped, Blaine joining him on the seat.

"You know, Rachel's right," Kurt said defeated, "I'm never going to get married."

"You know that is ridiculous," Blaine said shaking his head, "I mean have you seen you? Who wouldn't want you?"

Kurt laughed.

"Thanks Blaine, but I think I'm just going to spend the night steadily drinking myself into oblivion. See you later."

Blaine tried to keep an eye on Kurt during the evening but eventually he saw him chatting with Rachel and Mercedes and he thought he'd be ok. He looked like he'd slowed the drinking down and Blaine started talking to Sam and reminiscing on all the songs they had sung together in glee. Blaine decided to call it a night shortly after.

He was safely tucked away in bed in his pyjamas an hour later, watching television in his hotel room when there was a knock at the door.

"Really living it up in Ohio Blaine," Kurt laughed, holding another drink and looking Blaine up and down. Blaine was wearing his silk monogrammed blue pyjamas and he looked defensive.

"Well I wasn't exactly expecting company at," he said, glancing at his watch, "9:15." Kurt smirked as he came in. "Oh wow that is pathetic," Blaine said which only made Kurt chuckle more.

"Have you just been drinking?" Blaine said, worried.

"Yeah," Kurt said, stirring his drink with his red straw, "I got to thinking that I was going to die alone and unmarried, perhaps eaten alive by my cats."

"Kurt," Blaine said, looking a little annoyed at his best friend, "You are not going to die alone. You were the most gorgeous man in that room downstairs, in fact you're the most gorgeous man in most rooms and...."

The kiss. It was so sudden Blaine was knocked slightly off his feet as Kurt placed his lips hard on Blaine's and wound his arms around his neck.

"Woah, woah, woah," Blaine said, as soon as he could speak, "You and I just made out. You and I are making out?"

"Well not anymore," Kurt said laughing, "I thought it would be fun."

Blaine looked carefully at Kurt. He would be lying if he had never thought about Kurt and what it would be like. I mean he was human and his best friend was beautiful but he looked over Kurt's flushed face, his grin like the Cheshire cat and he had to ask.

"How drunk are you?"

"Drunk enough to know I want to do this. Not so drunk that you have to worry about taking advantage."

"That's the perfect amount," Blaine said and they practically jumped onto the bed. This time was more tentative, hands slowly found cheeks and lips grazed each other but it was intoxicating and warm and Blaine sighed into it.

"You know what is strange?" Kurt murmured as they parted, his lips cherry red, his smile beautiful. "This doesn't feel strange."

"I know," Blaine muttered, in awe of the man next to him on the bed. "Do you still want to do this?"

Kurt nodded and smiled some more. He walked to the bed and they snuck under the covers, undressing so they were naked.

"We're going to see each other naked," Kurt said nervously.

"I know," Blaine said smiling. He suddenly knew he had never looked forward to something so much. "Shall we look together?"

"On the count of three," Kurt said, nerves making him shake slightly. "One, two, three..."

And they looked. Just for a second, a peak under the covers and then back to the surface but Blaine knew he would never be the same again. Just a glimpse had shown Kurt was well endowed, his perfect pink cock effectively changing everything.

"Well I get the impression that might change our friendship forever," Blaine said laughing.

"Oh well, we weren't all that close," Kurt said jokingly and he dived right in.

Kisses had never felt so easy and light. They giggled at first but Kurt's lips were so soft and they caressed Blaine's lips so well that they spent a good half an hour exploring ways of coming undone through kissing alone. It had never been like this with anyone else, Blaine knew and hearing Kurt sigh and moan into the kisses as their tongues discovered each other, did things that no one else had. Blaine sucked on Kurt's bottom lip and then he had to taste the white skin on Kurt's neck, that at just once glance made Blaine want to blemish and bruise with marks of his own.

"How can you think you'd end up alone," Blaine started muttering along Kurt's neck as he sucked and placed open mouth kisses here, making Kurt moan. "You're so beautiful Kurt," he said, "So fucking gorgeous."

Kurt moaned loudly, hearing his normally polite best friend swear and he inadvertently bucked his hips against Blaine's thigh, causing him to realise just how turned on Kurt was.

"Fuck Kurt," he hissed on contact and Blaine's hips bucked in return. Placing Kurt on his back, Blaine teased him with kisses while he lubed his fingers from the small bottle he had brought, just on the off chance he might get lucky this weekend. He circled Kurt's entrance and went in past the first ring of muscle as Kurt mewled in pleasure, closing his eyes against the already overwhelming sensation. Two fingers were inserted, then three until Kurt was a writhing mess underneath him and Blaine thought he could come from the sight alone.

"Fuck Blaine," Kurt panted, "You need to.... I need you. Fuck I need you."

Blaine didn't need to be told twice but Kurt wasn't expecting the hands on his hips as he was hoisted above him. Kurt straddled him quickly and Blaine put the condom on and lubed up. Kurt went down slowly but it still caused Blaine to almost scream in pleasure.

"Fuck you're so tight Kurt," he breathed, "So tight."

They started slowly, Blaine almost begging to go slow.

"This will end embarrassingly quickly otherwise," he said, closing his eyes against the pleasure.

"You can move," he said after a while and Kurt found a rhythm of going up and down, while Blaine raised and lowered his hips. Getting his breathing under control he opened his eyes to see the most glorious sight. Kurt's head was thrown back in pleasure, his white porcelain skin almost glowing in the dim light from the lamp. He looked so beautifully debauched that Blaine just wanted to nibble on that skin and mark it.

"Fuck Kurt," he shouted, "Look at you."

"I can't," Kurt said chuckling, but his own eyes wandered over Blaine's tanned and toned chest in appreciation. Blaine grabbed his ass and kneaded the firm cheeks in his hands, causing Kurt to keen in pleasure. Blaine watched him still slightly, then come as he rode it out and made the most awesome noises. Blaine watched, in awe that his best friend was so beautiful and he'd never really noticed before and he came too.

Kurt cleaned them up and lay down on top of the covers afterwards, nerves and embarrassment long gone. He laughed as he looked at Blaine, still obviously recovering from his high.

"Was it good?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Blaine asked laughing, "That was the most amazing sex I have ever had. We need to do that more often."

Kurt laughed and snuck under the covers, causing Blaine to do the same. As soon as Blaine was settled in the bed, Kurt came closer, Blaine opening his arms wide to include Kurt in the warm nook between neck and shoulder.

"Sounds like a plan."