Luckily Rachel spent the night with Finn, making their apartment suddenly free and Blaine and Kurt walked home, holding hands after the party had ended.

"Do you mind holding hands?" Kurt asked, gesturing between them and worrying his lip beneath his teeth. Blaine stopped them in the street and looked between them at their entwined hands.

"No, I love it, do you not want to hold hands?" Blaine asked.

"Oh I do, I definitely do, I was just worried that you didn't," Kurt exclaimed and they carried on walking in silence. After a while Blaine stopped again and turned fully to face Kurt on the street.

"This is silly. We shouldn't be worried about this kind of thing. We're best friends first and foremost, we should always tell each other everything."

"Ok," Kurt said slowly, "What do you want to say?"

"That we should be exclusive."

"Exclusive?"

"Yes," Blaine carried on, determined to be understood. "I know this has been rushed and not what we expected but I think tonight showed it all to me, Kurt. I got jealous tonight and I hated it. I know you don't really do relationships, that most of the time we just date casually but this feels different to me. I really hope it feels different to you," he whispered the last part, looking down at their hands together in the darkness.

"It does feel different to me," Kurt said just as quietly, "I guess I got scared that you didn't want what I wanted."

"See this is why we need to talk!" Blaine said laughing. "You want to be exclusive?" He seemed nervous, exposed and Kurt wanted to cover him sweetly with kisses and smooth all the worry lines away.

"I definitely want to be exclusive," Kurt said, smiling widely. "I've never wanted anything more."

"Awesome," Blaine said, beaming and he leant in for a kiss to seal the deal.

Rachel came home early from rehearsal the following day, just after lunch, feeling run down and sorry for herself. Trying to sing with a cold really wasn't happening and her vocal coach had finally sent her home with instructions to drink honey and lemon and sleep. She opened her mail on the kitchen table then wandered to Kurt's bedroom area thinking that Kurt might not have been at Vogue this afternoon. Kurt must have heard the rustle of the curtain because his soft voice could suddenly be heard.

"Come in," he said, breathlessly, "I've been waiting for you....."

Rachel assumed Kurt meant her and didn't really question the change in his voice, all turned on and needy. She opened the curtain abruptly and walked right in, screamed at the sight before her and promptly walked out.

"Kurt!" she exclaimed, "Oh my god, oh my god!" She ran to the kitchen area covering her eyes and trying to calm her raging heartbeat as Kurt rushed out too, donning a dressing gown.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said, "I was taking a nap."

"Since when do you take naps in that position?" Rachel said, practically screeching and then she winced at her sore throat. Kurt blushed a deep red and didn't know what to say.

"Oh Kurt, please tell me you were waiting for a guy? Please tell me you were waiting for a guy?"

"Yes!" Kurt exclaimed a little too eagerly, glad that he could give a reason for sleeping naked with his legs wide apart. "I've been seeing a guy from Vogue."

"Ooh that cute one you mentioned a few weeks ago with the floppy hair and the tanned arms?"

"Yes," Kurt said emphatically, "That's the one."

"Right well I'll leave you to it," she said tapping her nose as if she could keep a secret. "I'll just grab some tea and go to bed."

Someone knocked on the door but it was merely a formality because Santana entered soon afterwards.

"Right well I want to hear all the juicy details later on," Rachel said, still talking to Kurt.

"What details?" Santana asked, "Tell Aunty Tana everything," she said sidling closer.

"Nothing to tell," Rachel said kindly, "Kurt will tell us when he wants to, let's leave him alone."

"Oh no fun," Santana said pouting and she plonked herself on the sofa and turned on the television.

"Hey, hey, hey...." Blaine said as he came in, eager and excited like a little puppy until he saw Rachel and Santana and his face fell. He was brandishing a bottle of champagne and was clearly hoping for Kurt to be in the position he had text him about half an hour ago. Blaine was nothing if not suave and excellent at thinking on his feet. He kept the smile on his face despite Kurt looking worried.

"I'm so glad you're all here," Blaine said excitedly, "I've just found out Brookes Brothers have released a new set of bowties!"

They all laughed, Kurt mainly out of relief that they hadn't noticed the cover-up and that Rachel hadn't put two and two together. As the night went on, Rachel going to bed early, no one seemed to really notice that Kurt's mystery guy never appeared and all three settled to watch a movie with Blaine's champagne.

The next day at the coffee shop, Rachel still off from her rehearsal and Kurt having finished at Vogue for the day, all three of them were having drinks. Rachel brought her tea over to where Blaine and Kurt were together on the sofa area.

"So Kurt when are we going to meet this new man from Vogue with the tanned arms?" Rachel asked eagerly.

"Oh I think he's really shy, I don't think he's up for meeting everyone yet," Kurt said, glancing at Blaine from the corner of his eye. Both of them had discussed it that morning, deciding that they liked the secrecy, the fooling around behind everyone's back and wanted it to stay like that for the foreseeable future. It wasn't that they didn't want to admit it was more, it was just nice to have a relationship before everyone pounced and asked questions.

"Oh I don't care," Rachel said, sipping her tea, "I want to meet this guy that's the best sex you've ever had," she said coyly noticing how red Kurt was becoming.

"Rachel...." Kurt said, blushing impossibly harder. Over breakfast Rachel had insisted Kurt tell her everything and although Kurt was careful not to reveal Blaine's true identity he had gone over a few details of their sex life. It was actually nice to speak so candidly about it for once and Rachel had squealed in glee at finally being able to indulge in sexy gossip.

"Well well well," Blaine said, suddenly a lot more interested. "Tell me more about this great guy." Kurt looked uncomfortable. It was one thing to moan loudly during sex with Blaine, telling him how good he was but to discuss it to his face in the harsh light of day? Not so good.

Blaine started to laugh. "You said that?" he asked Kurt.

"I might have," Kurt said quietly, "Why is that funny?"

"Because I'm very happy for him," Blaine said matter-of-factly, "And you, you lucky dog!" He hit Kurt playfully as Kurt pulled a face. Thankfully Santana came in to moan about the photo shoot she had just done for a brand of soap she advertised and all attention was taken away from Kurt and his new mystery boyfriend.

The subject was mentioned again though as Blaine came into Kurt and Rachel's apartment that evening to find Rachel, Santana and Kurt all watching TV.

"Hey Kurt, can I ask you a fashion related question?" Blaine asked innocently as he came into the living area.

"Yeah sure," Kurt said, a little surprised.

"You know if you're designing a new outfit using your drawing pad... does that mean your new secret boyfriend is better in bed than Adam?"

"Blaine!" Rachel exclaimed as Santana laughed. Kurt looked taken aback then slightly annoyed. "Does it?" Rachel asked after a suitable amount of time had passed. Everyone's interest was suddenly piqued. Adam and Kurt had been together for a year and eventually fizzled out but it was the only relationship Kurt had had during college.

"You know I think I'll respect the privacy of my new boyfriend," Kurt said calmly, looking pointedly at Blaine, begging him with his eyes to drop the subject.

"Why?" Blaine suddenly scoffed, "I mean if this guy was me, if it was me that had learned that I was the best you'd ever had? I'd be going like this...."

And Blaine proceeded to do a little dance and boogie, waving his arms in the air. Kurt looked mortified.

It was only later, when Blaine had calmed down a little and had sneaked into Kurt's apartment and behind the curtain that he realised that he might have gone a tad over-the-top with his celebration. Kurt merely turned over when he realised Blaine was there in his bedroom.

"Kurt?" Blaine whispered.

"I don't feel like it tonight," he said calmly, "I have my second audition early tomorrow and I need my rest."

"See you in the morning before you go?" Blaine asked sadly.

"Sure, come over for breakfast," Kurt said then closed his eyes pretending to drift off to sleep.

The coldness continued the following morning. No one noticed, everyone going about their morning rituals and finding only a small amount of time to eat breakfast before leaving the apartment, but Blaine could tell Kurt was being deliberately aloof and emotionless. Blaine wished him luck for his second audition and Kurt was on his way.

Kurt came home later that morning after singing and doing a read-through and he was told they would be in touch in a few days. He'd only had a chance to put the kettle on before Blaine knocked out of courtesy and slid open the door. He looked determined and a little flushed as he entered, striding to the kitchen area where Kurt watched and waited.

"Maybe I got carried away before," Blaine said a little breathlessly, his eyes earnest, "But there's something you got to know. If I'm the best it's only because you made me the best."

"Keep talking," Kurt said smiling slightly.

"When we're together?" Blaine said, coming a little closer, "Oh. My. God."

"Really?" Kurt asked a little tentatively, enjoying the show.

"Oh my god...." Blaine moaned, giving a little impression of their combined bedroom noises. Kurt smirked.

"That good eh?"

"Oh yes..." Blaine said suddenly walking around the kitchen. "Now I think it would be wrong to stop that, don't you?" Kurt nodded in agreement, his face eager. "If we're that good, if the sex is that good we owe it to sex to keep going."

Kurt smirked again but looked slightly in awe of the gorgeous guy in front of him. Blaine's hair was a little loose and some curls had broken free and he looked a little desperate, his eyes wide.

"Oh well if we owe it...." Kurt said, as if it was inevitable and he grabbed Blaine quickly, kissing him fiercely.

"When's Santana going to be home?" Kurt said, gasping out each word.

"Not for hours," Blaine said still trying to reach the soft skin of Kurt's neck and his voice was nearly lost.

They managed to make it to Blaine's apartment, tumbling out into the hallway and eventually falling against his front door, before they fell apart only to be found again, the puzzle put together piece by piece.

The only trouble with having limitless sex was never knowing when to stop. Knowing that it was always available and that any time alone was precious, whenever they did notice they were by themselves, they became desperate and hands found each other, lips took and moans escaped. The coffee shop closet was no exception.

Blaine hadn't even noticed there was a closet in their most frequented coffee shop until Kurt's eyes lingered over the door then widened in front of Blaine. His body dripped with suggestion and Kurt waited until the coast was clear then opened the door and waited. Blaine entered a few minutes later when again no one seemed to notice and found Kurt panting in the dark, already eager. They found each other's lips in the darkness, messy and wet and Blaine quickly went lower, undoing Kurt's zip and licking his rapidly hardening cock. He teased him for several minutes until Kurt started to moan louder and louder, suddenly worried that he could be heard, he put his fist in his mouth to stop the noises. The darkness of the room suddenly made it so much sexier, the panting, the eager and needy hands, the canting hips. Blaine moaned and hummed around his cock for a few moments, sucking hard and taking all he could and Kurt came down his throat. Soon it was Blaine's turn and the fumbling and sloppy kisses ensued where Kurt could taste himself on Blaine's tongue. Blaine came much quicker than Kurt, fucking his mouth and moaning though not loud enough to be heard outside. The heat of the stuffy room and the dank smell soon reminded them that they were in a public place and they started to get themselves together. Kurt left first and casually looked around the coffee shop as he wandered to his sofa seat and sat down as if nothing had happened. A moment later, Blaine did the same, nervously looking around to see if they had been spotted and started to drink his now cold coffee.

"Never done that before," Kurt said smiling, his voice muffled in his drink.

"Nope," Blaine agreed, the biggest grin gracing his flushed face.