They found themselves snuggled up in bed together in quite a different way than they had expected during the night. Sam was determined to keep them in the room to watch 'The Little Mermaid' and as soon as that was over, his hot girl forgotten, he had insisted they watch other Disney movies well into the night. He eventually fell asleep between Kurt and Blaine, his head in Kurt's lap, his feet nestled on Blaine's legs and snoring lightly.

"We have to leave for New York in an hour," Blaine whispered next to Kurt, his hair sticking up as it rested on the headboard behind him. He looked dishevelled and tired and Kurt looked at the walls and door around him.

"I know," he said, slightly desperately, "I've been looking at that door, it looks pretty soundproof don't you think?" Blaine looked too, suddenly awake and eager.

"We can't do that," he said and Kurt's face fell. "That's insane. I mean a) he could wake up and b) you know... let's go for it." They tried to slide Sam off their bodies but only succeeded in waking him and causing him to jump in alarm.

"Wha- what's happening?" Sam said groggily.

"Nothing," Kurt said sadly, "Nothing at all."

Kurt and Blaine were seated on the flight a couple of hours later – tired and cranky, seated thankfully away from everyone else they knew. The only hint of tension being their tensed arms on the seat rests between them.

"You know maybe it's a good idea that we didn't get to do it again," Kurt said quietly, thinking over the day before and all that happened.

"Yeah," Blaine whispered, "I suppose it makes it more special," he started but the words felt banal as soon as they left his mouth. He sat up in his seat slightly when an idea dawned.

"You know, technically we're still over Ohio," he said, twisting his body so he was facing Kurt eagerly. Kurt smiled brightly.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," he said, "Maybe I'll see you there in a bit?"

"Okay," Blaine said grinning and sitting up. He was just about to join Kurt after a few minutes when Rachel plonked herself down next to him and leaned in close.

"I've been thinking," she said quietly and Blaine instantly knew he'd be there for quite a while. "I was thinking, as I watched Tina walk down the aisle – am I ever going to know true love like that? I mean, I thought Finn and I were that, I thought we were special and forever and soulmates but look where that left me. I don't know what we are now, I don't know what he wants. Maybe no one would ever want to marry me, maybe I'm not what anyone wants. Maybe I'm not marriage material."

"No of course that's not true," Blaine said hoping he was saying the right thing. The only image that kept flitting through his mind was one of Kurt, desperate and horny and waiting in the plane bathroom. Maybe he was preparing himself, leaning on the sink and waiting hungrily. Wait, Rachel was saying something else.

".... He could be the one but maybe he's not, maybe I was mistaken and I should concentrate on my career and not worry about love?"

Blaine nodded slightly, not giving any advice and knowing that Rachel really wasn't expecting any.

"But then without love what will I be? I'll just be someone that goes through life alone, with no experiences of heartache and joy to help with performances, nothing but myself."

She carried on, Blaine barely listening, hardly responding and eventually Kurt came out of the bathroom to stand next to Blaine.

"Wow, you were in the bathroom a long time," Rachel said to Kurt, looking worried.

"I know," Kurt said, looking directly at Blaine, who blushed slightly.

"Urgh," Rachel said, grimacing. Thankfully the plane was due to land soon and both Kurt and Rachel had to return to their correct seats.

"I'm sorry," Blaine said as soon as Kurt was seated. "She wouldn't leave."

"It's fine, I know what she's like," Kurt said smiling sadly.

They arrived back at their apartments, Rachel dropping her stuff and immediately deciding that she would see Finn, Blaine knowing that despite the lack of advice given to her, she had reached some kind of decision about their relationship. Santana explained that she was taking Brittany to dinner and suddenly Blaine and Kurt found themselves alone in the apartment.

"Well we are certainly alone," Kurt said, laughing slightly as he started to boil the kettle and Blaine chuckled near him.

"Good job we had that 'not in New York' rule," Blaine said ruefully and leaned on the kitchen counter.

"Since we're on that subject," Kurt began, "I just wanted to tell you, well," he started, struggling to explain himself. "I was going through a really bad time in Ohio. What with Karofsky and everyone mentioning my lack of relationships and feeling convinced I was going to die alone with my cats, that night meant a lot to me and I guess I just wanted to say thanks."

"Well that night meant a lot to me too," Blaine said, looking slightly bashful and not for the first time that weekend, Kurt thought he looked completely adorable, his lashes fanning his face, his lips pink and stretched into a smile. "Not because I was in a bad place, just because you're really hot." He laughed and Kurt laughed, the tension gone.

"Thanks," Kurt said smiling.

"And I'm hot too?" Blaine asked tentatively.

"You're hot too," Kurt said giggling and they hugged.

"Right I better go unpack," Blaine said, walking to the door with his stuff. Kurt waved goodbye from the kitchen and finished making his tea. It was only as he stood there, a split second of time leaving him, when he realised and walked tentatively to the door and paused. He shook his head, knowing he probably shouldn't want what he wanted. Blaine suddenly opened the door again.

"I still feel like I'm in Ohio," Blaine said breathlessly, a pink tinge to his cheeks, "Does that count?"

"Oh yes," Kurt breathed and bounded towards Blaine in a passionate kiss, nearly knocking Blaine off his feet. It was then Blaine's turn to walk them backwards towards Kurt's bedroom, ignoring the whistle of the kettle and Kurt breathing only through his nose.

"Oh god Blaine," Kurt breathed, feeling the back of his knees hitting his bed as he sank down, Blaine tumbling on top of him. "You taste so good."

Blaine fumbled with Kurt's top and finding his fingers shaking with pent up energy and desperation to touch and feel, Kurt placed his own hand on top of Blaine's.

"Allow me," Kurt said, smiling slightly with such sincere adoration in his eyes, Blaine wanted to melt against him on the bed. Kurt undid his own buttons as Blaine eased his body off so he could see underneath. Kurt's pale chest was revealed showing his toned and perfectly amazing stomach underneath. Blaine touched his soft skin as if he was mesmerised by the silky touch beneath him and Kurt sighed and leant into the contact. Blaine continued to undress Kurt who lay beneath him and Blaine got up to do the same but instead of going under the covers, they remained on top, both perfectly exposed to the other. Kurt was suddenly desperate to touch and his fingers roamed over Blaine's chest and clawed over his back. He wondered why they weren't kissing and he leant forward, capturing Blaine's lips in a kiss that was now tender and slow. It had only been rushed and passionate before but now Blaine wanted to savour the moment, enjoy every second.

They took their time discovering how to make the other come undone and sigh with pleasure. They found spots to kiss and nibble and touch, to make moans leave their lips and hips to spasm in search of friction. They opened their eyes, looked at the expanse of skin beneath their fingers in awe of what they were doing and who they were with but enjoying every touch, every kiss. It seemed that they couldn't get enough and soon they were slick with lube and rocking together, kissing and panting along necks and placing open mouthed kisses wherever their lips landed. It was slow, it was languid and for some strange reason far more intimate than sex had been a few nights previously. They brought each other to climax, lying and rutting together and both kept their eyes open, searching for hesitation but finding none. What felt strange was the idea that they should have been doing this for so much longer.

Kurt cleaned a sleepy Blaine afterwards and they changed, padding their way to the kitchen where Kurt started dinner. They ate and chatted, deciding on a movie for later and laughing and joking as usual. It felt so domestic, like a relationship that had been going on for years and nothing would have appeared different to Santana and Rachel who came back to the apartment later in the evening, if it wasn't for the gentle touches and the small smiles gracing their lips. Rachel was completely oblivious but Santana looked at them suspiciously. She couldn't tell what had caused the difference just yet and nothing was overtly sexual about them but she knew something had changed between them and she was determined to find out what.

Their relationship became easy between them. They snuck off when they could, spent as much alone time as they could manage and it seemed natural and oh so beautiful between them. Kurt couldn't believe how easy it felt to be around Blaine like that. He had always found Blaine attractive, always known him to be an amazing friend but putting the two together had never really appeared to be an option before. Now the bridge had been crossed they suddenly realised they should have been doing this all along and were trying to make up for lost time.

Keeping it a secret seemed a wise decision at the time but actually making sure it was kept a secret proved more difficult than either had assumed. Finding time alone seemed to be an issue and Kurt was amazed at how little time he had to himself without either Rachel or Santana bothering them. It seemed both the girls were constantly in the apartment and no excuse could be made for Kurt to suddenly go to Blaine's apartment without it looking suspicious. Blaine realised they constantly spent their time at Kurt and Rachel's apartment and started to think of reasons why they might go to his place soon.

One lucky evening, Santana and Rachel out with Brittany and Finn respectively, Blaine and Kurt decided to have a bubble bath with champagne to celebrate Kurt's successful first audition for a Broadway role.

"You look cute in bubbles," Kurt said, chinking glasses with Blaine and beaming.

"Oh you're just liquored up," Blaine said chuckling as they leaned in for a kiss. A sudden knock was heard at the door.

"It's me," Rachel said, "I'm coming in."

Blaine suddenly panicked, knowing that Rachel and Kurt had this kind of relationship where they didn't mind seeing each other naked and often came in the bathroom while the other was showering or bathing. He ducked under water, leaving Kurt amidst the bubbles and candles.

Rachel stormed in and only when her eyes alighted on the sight before her did her eyes widen and a smirk grace her lips.

"It's been a long, hard day," Kurt stuttered, going very red and trying to sink in on himself. "You're home early."

"Yeah Finn threw up," Rachel said sadly, "He went home. I'm going to get some pizza, do you want some?"

"No pizza, no thank you, bye bye now," Kurt said hurriedly, aware that Blaine was underwater and holding his breath. Rachel turned to go, then changed her mind.

"You sure? No stuffed crust, no garlic bread, diet coke?"

"For the last time Rachel, no," Kurt shouted, "Get out!"

"Ok, ok," she said, making a hasty retreat. As soon as the door was shut, Blaine emerged.

"I'm so sorry," Kurt said, "Are you ok? She wouldn't leave and kept asking if I wanted pizza."

"Pizza?" Blaine said, his interest suddenly piqued, "I could do with some pizza." Kurt nodded.

"Rachel!" he shouted and Blaine went under again.

"Yeah," she said, coming in again.

"Could I get some pizza, just a medium pepperoni with garlic bread on the side and a diet coke – ah, ah, ah," Kurt shouted as Blaine pinched him under the water. "A normal coke too."

Rachel looked at him strangely then left with his order.

The following morning, Santana and Blaine decided to eat breakfast at Rachel and Kurt's apartment, Blaine having already snuck out of Kurt's room in the early hours of the morning to return to his own apartment, where Santana had seemed oblivious to the fact that he hadn't slept there during the night. They greeted a sleepy Rachel over cornflakes and Blaine smiled cutely at Kurt who was pouring coffee. Keeping his face neutral after having seen Kurt gloriously naked a few hours ago as the light poured in from the street below, became rather difficult for Blaine, who showed most of his feelings on his face. Kurt tried to remain impassive.

"Morning," Blaine said cheerily and Santana grimaced.

"I will never understand why I decided to live with a morning person," she said as she took a cup of coffee from Kurt.

"I think it's adorable," Kurt said and his fingers itched to touch Blaine gently on his arm in reassurance as he passed him a mug too.

"You would," Santana said, engrossed in the brown swirling liquid under her gaze.

It was only as Blaine left to go to a meeting with an agent about his EP that he slipped up. He had been sitting next to Kurt, talking like they usually would and laughing over breakfast muffins when he prepared to leave but instead of hugging like he might a friend, he leant down to kiss Kurt fully on the lips. Santana looked up from her coffee and Rachel seemed to inhale her cornflakes causing her to cough and splutter.

It was only a moment until Blaine realised what he had done and smoothly, like he had been doing this for years he walked over to Rachel.

"And Rachel, hope your day at rehearsal goes beautifully," he said and he kissed her on the lips, just as passionately as he had done Kurt. He walked over to Santana, who still had her mouth open and kissed her too.

"Hope you have a good day, Tana," he said smiling at her expression and leaving through the front door, seemingly oblivious to the vacant expressions of wonder he had left in his wake.