The apartment was empty. Kurt looked around and fully appreciated the silence for a few golden moments before he frantically text Blaine.

Apartment free. Get over here stat. Want you.

Blaine was still in his meeting with an agent who was saying something about how they could really see the potential in Blaine's EP and would consider furthering his career if they could see him perform live. He invited them to a gig the following week and Blaine shook his hand, getting out of there as quickly as possible.

"What took you so long?" Kurt whined as soon as Blaine opened the door to Kurt's apartment. Kurt was standing by the entrance way as if he had been waiting anxiously for quite a while.

"I'm sorry the meeting took longer than I thought but I'm quitting tomorrow, anything you say...." He walked purposefully towards Kurt already hungry, already horny at the sight of him waiting and impatient. He took his lips, placed his hands around his neck and breathed through his nose. This was home.

The door opened behind them.

Rachel and Santana stood by the door in a line, mouths open and eyes wide. They had brought Artie with them for dinner and he sat in his wheelchair right by the door, completely wondering what had happened to them since his last visit.

Blaine recovered first.

He turned and walked confidently over to where they stood still open-mouthed.

"Nice to see you again Rachel," he said suavely and again with just as much passion as they had witnessed with Kurt, he sucked on Rachel's lips as she tensed. Santana seemed to expect and accept her fate and took the kiss gladly. As Blaine seemed to come closer to Artie in his bid to get out of the door to his own apartment, Artie wheeled himself backwards in alarm, worried that he was going to get the same treatment.

"What was that all about? What did I miss?" Artie asked as Blaine left.

"I don't know," Kurt said, trying for nonchalance. "Maybe he picked it up in Ohio, maybe he's become so desperate for love and affection that he's taken it from us."

Kurt really did his best to sound offended and annoyed by all the kissing but he knew he sounded pathetic. His lips still felt a little numb and his fingers flew to his mouth trying to chase the feeling. Rachel soon went to the kitchen to start dinner and Santana started talking to Artie like nothing had just happened and Kurt decided he would help Blaine feel less worried.

No one suspected a thing. Good recovery, fantastic kiss xxxx

The subject was finally mentioned as the four were grabbing coffee at their local coffee place.

"About this kissing," Rachel said after a pause, "It needs to stop, it makes me very uncomfortable and I don't care how starved for affection you are or how desperately you want a relationship with someone, you can't just hit on your friends and suck their face." She looked positively disgusted. Santana laughed.

"I'm all for getting your mack on, my fresh faced little hobbit, but Rachel's right, I don't want to be a substitute for real love," she said.

"Yeah it's really gross and makes me want to puke," Kurt said suddenly and so vehemently Blaine looked a little shocked and hurt. He recovered quickly.

"Sorry, you're right, it won't happen again," he said.

"It's ok my gay twinkle," Santana said stroking his arm and laughing. "If you need a little help getting dates just let me know."

"No no it's fine Santana," Blaine said, a little horrified at the suggestion. "I'll be fine." He offered a small little smile to Kurt who avoided his gaze and drank his coffee.

A little later, as soon as Blaine had wandered into Kurt's room after everyone had gone to bed, he whispered near Kurt's ear.

"I make you want to puke?" he smirked slightly and Kurt groaned in embarrassment.

"You know I didn't mean it," he said, hiding his head in his hands as Blaine started stroking the soft skin of his collarbone. "I said it to cover us."

"I know," Blaine continued to whisper, "I just really want you to tell me how I make you moan," he said as he teasingly wove his fingers around the skin he could see. Kurt closed his eyes in pleasure, already feeling aroused, already slightly overwhelmed. "I want to see you come undone and beg for more." Kurt moaned as Blaine's other hand came to rest on the obvious bulge in his jeans and he felt him press and move his hand beautifully. The moan bubbled out and he started to beg.

Unbeknownst to Kurt and Blaine, Finn had decided the following night to finally propose to Rachel and declare his undying love and apologise for being so reticent. He really wanted to show he was ready and had considered the commitment properly, making sure he had grown up enough to ensure a happy life for Rachel in the future. She of course said yes.

"Finn proposed! Finn proposed!" was the cry Santana, Blaine and Kurt were greeted with when Rachel came bounding through her apartment door. They were watching reruns of 'Murder She Wrote' and instantly wanted to see what the ring was like and hear all the details. An engagement party of drinks and dancing for that night was soon decided upon and Kurt and Blaine madly text everyone they knew that still lived in New York. After dressing and being the last to leave, Kurt and Blaine hang back a bit, explaining they were sharing a cab to the bar.

"Can you believe Rachel and Finn are finally engaged?" Kurt asked a little in shock, "I mean I know they did so much more before but it feels real this time, like it really will happen."

"I know it really does," Blaine said. There was a pause, a crackle of something between them, dark eyes and they lunged forward again, desperate to feel.

"You know what else I can't believe?" Blaine said when they finally parted breathlessly. "I had to kiss Rachel and Santana whenever they saw us kiss. Imagine what would have happened if they came in on us when we were having sex!"

Kurt looked a little shocked at the image then he smiled.

"I'd rather not picture that," he said and in an effort to erase the picture, Blaine kissed him again and Kurt could feel his lips twitch as if in a smile.

It's like they were insatiable. Kurt thought maybe after a week or so it would have calmed down but they were just as horny and desperate for each other as when they were in Ohio. Blaine pressed Kurt back into the apartment and made quick work of his zipper as he went down lower and lower. Kurt could feel his knees weaken already and nowhere for him to lean or lie down.

"Oh fuck Blaine, I need, I want...."

"I've got you," Blaine said and he gently walked him to the kitchen counter then roughly turned him around causing Kurt to moan loudly, very glad no one was nearby. Blaine undid his pants and they fell to the floor as Kurt clawed up the counter with his hands in desperate need to hold on to something.

"Can I fuck you Kurt?" Blaine asked with just a hint of sweetness that made Kurt lean back to find Blaine's fingers already near his ass.

"Oh yes, oh fuck yes," Kurt shouted and Blaine did a little eager run to Kurt's bedroom where he knew he had lube. Blaine's finger was cool as it entered but Kurt was so desperate for more he hardly noticed and he instantly leant back on the intrusion and begged for two fingers.

"Fuck you're so hot," Blaine whispered, his eyes roving over Kurt's ass and taking in the sight of Kurt's fingers clawing up the kitchen counter. Two fingers became three then Blaine prepared himself to enter.

"Blaine, Blaine," Kurt started chanting, his body knowing what was coming, his mind remembering.

Blaine entered slowly and took his time building up a steady rhythm and loving the sounds emanating from Kurt's mouth. They carried on for a while at a steady pace and it felt a little impersonal like this but oh so hot and Kurt leant back, no longer needing the slow steady pace and wanting more.

"Fuck me Blaine," he practically screamed, "Harder, faster!"

Blaine had never heard Kurt beg so beautifully before and he decided it was his new favourite sound as he did as instructed. He placed his hands on the small of Kurt's back, stroking the twin dimples he found there lovingly and Kurt seemed to love the touch as he mewled in pleasure. In all the time he'd known Kurt, Blaine had never allowed himself to imagine what his best friend would sound like during but he knew his brain could never conjure up something so amazing.

"You're so beautiful Kurt," Blaine whispered in awe and it caused Kurt to pause slightly and instead of rutting backwards to meet Blaine's thrusts, he slowed slightly, enjoying the pleasure for what it was. He didn't really know what this was between them, had briefly considered that it might just be sex but as he came closer to that final glorious moment, he finally considered that it could be more.

"I'm close...." Kurt whined, suddenly not wanting it to end and despite his back facing Blaine, he had never felt closer.

Blaine reached around to stroke Kurt in time to his thrusts and Kurt's back arched and he came all over the kitchen counter, followed by a shout from Blaine, who came into the condom, whilst grabbing Kurt's hips to steady himself.

"Fuck, I better clean that up," Kurt said, as soon as Blaine slipped out of him and stumbled backwards. Kurt rushed to get a cloth and Blaine removed the condom and cleaned himself up. After a while, Kurt's frantic cleaning stopped, finally satisfied that it would pass a Rachel inspection and he looked up to find Blaine gazing at him, a slight blush to his cheeks and a smile on his lips.

"What..." Kurt began but he wasn't allowed to finish as Blaine kissed him softly, gently.

"You're amazing," Blaine whispered, mere inches from his lips. "I can't believe I'm doing this with you." He shook his head in amazement and Kurt smiled.

"You're my best friend," Kurt said, "Do you ever think it will feel strange?"

"No, we should have been doing this all along," Blaine said, slowly kissing again, just because he could.

They rushed to the bar just as soon as they looked reasonably presentable again and when they found everyone else, they looked at Blaine and Kurt strangely.

"What took you so long?" Santana asked, her eyebrow raised, "I thought you got a taxi when we did."

"We had to go back to get my jacket," Blaine said quickly and Kurt looked at Blaine and realised the mistake before he did.

"But you don't have a jacket," Santana said simply, looking Blaine up and down.

"Oh I'm so stupid," Blaine said, lifting his arms in the air for emphasis, "I did it again!"

There was a slight pause when Kurt thought Santana might say something more when Rachel suddenly decided she wasn't getting enough attention and announced that she would be singing karaoke in celebration tonight.

"I suppose she gets one night, right?" Artie whispered to Blaine who had hung back slightly. He nodded and smirked. And true to her word, Rachel stole as much of the limelight as she could, signing up to sing as often as allowed, including a long awaited duet with Finn to which everyone cheered when she announced to the room that they were engaged.

The beauty of Blaine's and Kurt's relationship was that they were already friends and it wasn't suspicious if they continued to chat and spend time together. They laughed and caught up with Artie, had conversations on their own, planned to sing something together and generally had a good time. They kept their intimate touches to a minimum to avoid suspicion but sitting side-by-side no one could see the gentle stroke of Kurt's fingers over the top of Blaine's denim clad thigh or the sigh that escaped Blaine's lips.

In a break from singing Rachel was laughing and joking with people that she had met at the bar and she gestured wildly to Kurt for him to come over. He did so with a slightly wary expression until he was introduced to a gorgeous guy that was leaning next to Rachel at the bar.

"Kurt this is Dominic," Rachel said eagerly and she practically bounced on her toes as both boys shook hands and smiled pleasantly. "This is the guy that I was telling you about," she said to Dominic, who nodded happily and smiled. It was quite obvious to Kurt that they had been talking about him and Dominic was impressed. Kurt didn't have time to feel flattered when he saw Blaine looking over at them from his seat next to Santana out of the corner of his eye.

"Nice to meet you," Dominic said, "Rachel says you've just had a successful first audition for Broadway – that's fantastic! I'm a singer but clearly not in the same league as you."

Kurt blushed slightly and waved the compliment away as Rachel crept slowly away in a not so subtle attempt to leave the two boys alone. She joined the others at their table.

"Who's that with Kurt?" Blaine asked, as soon as she sat down.

"Someone I started to chat to that turns out to be gay," Rachel said excitedly, "The best always do." She looked pointedly at Blaine as if to remind him of their drunken kiss and Santana laughed.

"I think you just turn them all gay Berry," she said to a hurt looking Rachel.

"So you set Kurt up with a random stranger," Blaine said appalled and surprised at the sudden hollow feeling of jealousy in his stomach.

"Not a random stranger," Rachel said indignantly, "He sings."

"Oh I forgot about that code of conduct for all singers – the one where they all agree to be perfect gentlemen and morally sound," Blaine sneered sarcastically.

Rachel pouted.

"He looks like he hates it," Blaine said, looking carefully at Kurt who was laughing politely to something that Dominic had said and Blaine blanched slightly when he stroked along Kurt's arm with affection. His stomach burned.

"Don't be silly," Rachel said, "It'll be good for him, he needs to get out more."

Blaine watched in silence until Kurt walked away from Dominic and the bar and came over with a fresh drink.

"Well?" Rachel asked, eyeing the drink, "Did he get you a drink?"

Kurt nodded slightly embarrassed and noticing Blaine's solemn expression.

"Did you get a date?" Santana asked eyebrow raised.

"No," Kurt said, "I've only just met him."

"But you like him?" Brittany asked.

"Yeah he's cute," Kurt said casually, avoiding Blaine's gaze altogether now as he allowed the lie to tumble out of his mouth.

"I'll be right back," Rachel said as she skipped to the bar. Speaking to Dominic quickly they then both turned to Kurt who blushed at their gazes and he prayed to someone he didn't believe in that she wasn't doing what he thought she was doing.

"Someone has a date," Rachel said enthusiastically as she took her seat again, "No need to thank me." She waved her hand in the air as if she was the Queen of England.

"What?" Kurt spluttered, "Why did you do that? Now I look like some kind of stupid kid that can't ask for himself."

"I just said you were shy," Rachel said looking offended.

Kurt looked defeated. There was no point trying to explain to Rachel the finer points of anything. He tried to smile at her instead and thank her for the effort.

Blaine and Kurt went to get drinks a little later and as they leant across the bar to wait, Blaine turned to look at him, a fake smile on his face. Kurt was surprised.

"Look about that date...." Kurt began.

"Oh don't worry about it," Blaine said, laughing in his attempt to sound nonchalant, "You and I? We're just goofing around, don't let me hold you back." He really was trying to sound casual and unaffected but Kurt looked at him carefully, trying to read him properly, his eyes mere slits.

"Well actually I was going to tell you that I was going to cancel but if we're just 'goofing around'," Kurt said, making the quotation marks, his body tense, "Then I will go."

"Good," Blaine said emphatically, "I wouldn't want you to miss out. Maybe I'll go out with him too." He paused as soon as the words left his mouth. He sounded so childish that he instantly wanted to take it back, to try to erase the hurt but pissed off expression on Kurt's face.

"Well I'll just go see if I'm still on for that date then," Kurt said once he'd received his drink and he left to talk to Dominic as Blaine watched and finally put his head into his hands.

Blaine watched all night as Kurt obviously flirted at the bar with Dominic. At one point nearly everyone it seemed could hear Kurt's peel of laughter ring out in the bar at one of his jokes and it made Blaine crazy. Something that had started as a little fun, fantastic sex, great conversation and a wonderful friendship, had Blaine realising he wanted so much more. He watched him laugh and noticed how beautiful and carefree he looked and Blaine wondered when things had gotten so complicated.

A little later, Dominic finally decided to leave early but not without a tender kiss to Kurt's cheek and a whisper to his ear that Blaine could only guess was a reminder of the date they had set the following night. Blaine thought he might be sick.

Kurt walked over once he noticed Blaine was on his own and leaning on the bar, clearly feeling sorry for himself.

"So are you really going to go on a date with that loser?" Blaine said, picking at the bar he was leaning on and avoiding Kurt's gaze.

"Well you and I are just 'goofing around'," he said, sitting on a stool and making himself comfortable, "I thought I may as well 'goof around' with him."

There was silence for a few moments when Blaine continued to pick away at the wood.

"You know, I don't know if you've ever looked up the definition of 'goofing around' in the dictionary?" Blaine asked, Kurt only smiled and shook his head.

"Well I have," Blaine continued, "And the technical definition is 'two friends who care a lot about each other and have amazing sex'," Kurt laughed. "'And just want to spend more time together.' But if you have this new fangled dictionary that makes you mad at me, well we're going to have to get you my original dictionary." Blaine stood up a little proudly that he had managed to say all of that rubbish and make Kurt laugh and he waited.

"Are we ok?"

"Yeah we're ok," Kurt said still smiling and he stroked his arm slowly.

"I'm sorry I said all of that, I..." Blaine began.

"It's fine Blaine," Kurt said, "I get that this is strange. We've gone really fast haven't we?"

"Do you regret it?"

"God no," Kurt said, "It's been beautifully rushed."

He tried to surreptitiously whisper the last comment in Blaine's ear, which caused the hairs on the back of Blaine's neck to prickle with desire so they didn't notice Santana's beady eyes looking their way.