It was dark in Blaine's apartment as he stood by the sink, sipping his glass of milk and glancing at the clock on the wall which read 2 o'clock. A slight knock on the door and he knew who it would be as he turned and opened it quickly – Kurt stood there, quickly swooping in dressed only in a dressing gown and gave him a long kiss. Blaine knew it had only been a few hours but he already felt like he'd been in a desert for days so he drank Kurt up for all he was worth, until a door opened.

"Kurt?" Santana asked, bleary eyed and coming out of her bedroom with a confused expression. Blaine couldn't have pushed Kurt away fast enough. "What time is it?"

"Seven o'clock," Blaine said quickly.

"But it's so dark out," Santana said, still sleepy but quickly regaining her wits.

"Well that's because it's quite rare for you to see the dawn what with all your sleeping-in. Maybe all that sex with Brittany is starting to blow your mind, make you a little crazy?" Kurt asked with mock sincerity, going for a concerned and worried expression. Santana seemed to ponder this for a moment and then nodded as if Kurt was perfectly correct. She wandered back to her bedroom, barely acknowledging Kurt and Blaine and they breathed a sigh of relief that they had apparently got away with it.

"Messing around behind everyone's back is kinda getting more complicated now, don't you think?" Kurt whispered when the door was closed.

"I know," Blaine said but then he was suddenly struck with an idea. "Why don't we go away this weekend? We can be completely alone without worry and naked the whole time!" Blaine couldn't have looked more excited if he tried. Kurt beamed.

"That's a whole lot of naked," he said excited too.

"I could say I have an EP meeting and you could have some kind of vocal training for your new production?"

"That's if I get it," Kurt said, not getting his hopes up.

"You'll get it," Blaine said, "I just know it."

He took Kurt's hand in his and walked him slowly to his room.

"What about Santana?" Kurt asked.

"Don't worry, I happen to know she sleeps with ear plugs anyway when she's on her own."

Kurt followed him in and they closed the door behind them. He always liked it when Blaine led him anywhere – always feeling safe and content.

Kurt found out the next day that he did get the role and would start rehearsals in a month. He jumped around his apartment with Blaine and Rachel, squealing in happiness and hugging them both, Rachel soon giving her pearls of wisdom. Blaine smiled at Kurt, knowing that although he appreciated Rachel's advice, he would really be able to celebrate this weekend in style. They had decided on Atlantic City for their weekend getaway – far enough away and close to the coast so to feel like a proper holiday but close enough to New York so they could get the most out of their stay.

"Guess where I'm going this weekend," Kurt said excitedly as Santana, Rachel and Blaine were gathered around their kitchen table for a late breakfast the following day. "New Jersey for a vocal training session to prepare me for Broadway."

"Oh that's exciting," Rachel said, genuinely excited for her best friend, "Blaine is going to New Jersey too for a meeting with an agent."

"Oh," Kurt said, now sitting next to Blaine at the kitchen table, "Seems like Blaine's trip could have been in Boston or Philadelphia," he said looking pointedly at Blaine, whose eyes widened.

"I'm not in charge of where the meeting is," Blaine said, making it clear that Kurt was being suspicious, "I don't want people thinking it's not a real meeting, it's a real meeting."

Rachel nodded in understanding and luckily Santana's phone rang, distracting her enough from the suspicious conversation.

That weekend Kurt and Blaine found themselves in their hotel room with an ocean view, looking out and smiling as Blaine's arm was swung around Kurt's waist.

"This is nice," Kurt said smiling at Blaine, who smiled in return.

"Yeah finally alone, no need to worry about who will walk in or how long we have together. We have the whole weekend to ourselves," Blaine said leaning in closer so Kurt could see the browns and greens of his eyes swirl and twinkle mischievously. Kurt captured his lips and sucked on Blaine's bottom lip making him moan. He pushed him backwards slightly so they were no longer by the window and closer to the bed where Kurt fell slightly with an oomph. He smiled into the kisses Blaine was giving him and true to their word earlier in the week, they shed their clothes and spent the entire weekend naked. They only showed courtesy to the staff when answering room service by wearing dressing gowns but Blaine never missed an opportunity to stare lasciviously at Kurt's naked form and appreciate what he knew would be tucked away and hidden when they returned. They watched movies, ate room service and spent their time staring, stroking soft sensitive skin and making each other come undone several times with few rests in between. It was perfect.

They finally ventured out of the hotel on Sunday afternoon, deciding they needed air and walking along the seafront at the ocean ahead of them. Leaving the hotel they bumped into Donald Trump in the elevator and although both tried to look nonchalant and carefree they giggled a little when he left. It was nice to be able to walk together, holding hands, talking and laughing and knowing that their relationship was so much more than just sex but soon going back to their room to soil the sheets once again.

They drove back that evening and couldn't help the saddened glances at their apartments, so close together but yet so far apart. Santana was out with friends and Rachel was finishing a late rehearsal so they could unpack and shower leisurely.

"I'm going to miss this," Blaine said wistfully as he washed Kurt meticulously with the soap suds, his eyes concentrating on the circular motions of his hands over pale silky skin.

"I know," Kurt said, feeling his eyes close under the sweet ministrations and warm water.

Blaine came closer to kiss the clean skin of his face as Kurt's eyes remained closed. The kissing, gentle and rhythmic, soon made Kurt hum in pleasure and Blaine kissed further down, reaching Kurt's sternum and protruding collarbone. It really was all Kurt's fault as he continued to hum in pleasure, Blaine suddenly desperate to make him moan again and relive their time that weekend. He worked himself lower, Kurt's eyes opening to find Blaine on his knees under the spray, his honey coloured eyes wide and beautiful, taking in the debauched face of his lover. Kurt could only moan in appreciation and wind his fingers in Blaine's wet curly hair.

Licking Kurt as if he was an ice cream treat, Blaine teased him until he was begging for more and moaning so loudly he was worried he could be heard through the bathroom walls. It was so slow, so tantalising gentle that Kurt shamelessly begged and writhed against the tiled wall, his fingers kneading Blaine's scalp. Blaine hummed in pleasure, never taking the whole shaft in his mouth, merely continuing the teasing licks and occasionally taking just the head in his mouth and swirling his tongue on the pre-come he could taste there. It was so slow, Kurt so desperate for more, the sensation overwhelming, he could barely register what was happening until his orgasm was nearly upon him. A stuttered moan escaped, a tightening in Blaine's hair and he was shooting all over Blaine's upturned face, his tongue taking some but not enough. As soon as he was done, Kurt completely spent and already feeling wobbly on his feet, he looked down at Blaine's upturned face – his pride at making Kurt moan so well, the come clearly shown in pearly drops along his cheeks and lips and his beaming smile – Kurt could only grin lazily and pull him up again. Blaine stood there, the marks of Kurt's satisfaction all over his face and Kurt gripped his shoulders slightly, preparing to bring him closer and lick him slowly. Blaine gasped a little at the new sensation under the shower head as Kurt licked him clean and let his hand wander down to where Blaine was waiting, so erect and patient. Blaine felt his eyes close as Kurt took him securely in hand, strength and power in the grip that drove Blaine wild, causing his hips to cant closer.

"Fuck, it won't take long," Blaine moaned, his eyes closed, his hand reaching out to touch the wall on one side of Kurt's face.

"Oh," Kurt whined slightly, "I like to watch you come, I love to watch you fall apart and take it. You're so good, you take it so well."

Blaine could only moan in response, his eyes closed as the intense pleasure threatened to overwhelm. Kurt knew him so well already, knew exactly what to say to make him come hard.

"Fuck!" Blaine nearly screamed as Kurt came closer, licking and biting his earlobe, Blaine stuttering forward as the final wave of pleasure overtook him and made his legs sag, his body threatening to fall on Kurt who rested against the shower tiles.

"Good?" Kurt asked cheekily.

"Fucking fantastic."

That evening when Santana returned to her apartment she shared with Blaine she asked how it went but could instantly tell from his relaxed posture and big grin that he had had a good time. Her eyebrows wiggled knowingly and she called him a dirty dog.

"That kind of weekend was it?" she smirked.

"You could say that," Blaine said smiling too. "I saw Donald Trump in the elevator too," he finished.

"And how is the comb-over doing these days?" Santana said laughing as they made their way over to see Kurt and Rachel for dinner.

"He's doing great thanks," Blaine said, laughing.

The following morning Santana answered a call for Blaine, having no problems with answering calls from his mobile and Blaine way beyond telling her off for her lack of social etiquette.

"The hotel called," Santana said as Blaine came out of the bathroom, "You apparently left some expensive moisturiser there and they wondered if you wanted them to post it. They don't normally bother but it looked really expensive they said." She smirked a little at Blaine. "I'm guessing this guy you met was a little like Kurt? You don't normally spend that much on your face, just your gel."

"Yeah it wasn't mine, I'll just leave it. I don't think the guy will miss it," he tried for nonchalance but Santana just laughed.

"You just sleep with them and leave 'em now don't you?" she said laughing and Blaine just blushed, knowing it was easier to let the comment slide then try for a reply or explanation.

Later on Rachel and Blaine were inside the apartment when Kurt returned from his day at Vogue, Blaine's meetings with his agent starting in earnest now they were on track to create his EP and lay down some tracks. Kurt got the low down on all that had happened with the EP from Blaine and went off to have a shower before dinner. Santana entered soon afterwards, bringing healthy takeout and smiling that she had another contract for a skin care product.

"Did Kurt tell you he bumped into Donald Trump while he was in New Jersey?" Rachel said excitedly to Santana after she put the food on plates. Santana looked up at Blaine who deliberately avoided her gaze and Santana simply nodded at Rachel who really expected Santana to show a little more excitement. Kurt came out of the bathroom then in only his dressing gown, clearly about to step into the shower and walked over to Rachel who was in the kitchen.

"Rach, can I borrow your moisturiser? I seem to have lost mine somewhere," Kurt said, Rachel nodding in agreement and finishing the food, completely oblivious to Santana's eyes which roved from Kurt and Blaine suddenly in complete understanding.

"Oh," she said, pointing at Kurt, who looked a little dumbfounded, "Oh," pointing at Blaine, who knew exactly what she was realising and before she could say another word, Blaine rushed her off to her bedroom, Kurt scurrying quickly behind them.

"Dinner will be ready soon," Rachel shouted from the kitchen, noting their quick exit but completely missing why.

"You?" Santana said as soon as they were behind her curtain, pointing at Blaine. "And you?" Pointing at Kurt who looked wide-eyed with worry.

"Yes," Blaine said simply and quietly.

"Yes," Kurt said, "But you can't tell anyone, no one knows." He tried pleading.

"Well," Santana said, her cool quickly returning, "I kinda suspected. I mean you weren't exactly subtle. What with the early morning glass of milk and the weekend away and don't even get me started on the casual looks and moony glances."

"Ok, ok," Kurt said, slightly peeved, "We want to keep it a secret though so...."

"Ok ok, my little gay twinkles I will but it might cost you a little," Santana said her expression one of planned mischief. Blaine and Kurt exchanged worried glances. Maybe it was time to come clean to Rachel after all.

"And Artie and Quinn will be all up on this top secret intel," Santana mused, "And Brittany will love it."

"No San," Blaine said, earnestly coming forward, "You can't tell anyone and we mean anyone."

"So no Brittany," Kurt explained emphatically.

"What?" she practically screeched, "You can't expect me not to tell her, I tell her everything."

"We mean it," Blaine said.

"But why? I don't get why you're so set on keeping this a secret? Are you ashamed? Is it just a 'friends with benefits' thing?"

"No of course not," Kurt said offended and hating that phrase.

"We just like the relationship going our way for a change. You know how much discussion it will start, how Rachel will react.... It's just nice to be on our own for a while. We'll tell everyone soon I promise."

She looked at both of them, their earnest faces pleading with her to keep their secret and she smiled, nodding in agreement.

"Ok, I'll do this for you, but remember – you owe me."

She left slowly, giving Kurt and Blaine an opportunity to glance at one another worriedly before Kurt decided they should probably join Santana and Rachel for dinner.

"Wait a minute," Blaine said, gently touching Kurt's elbow to hold him back. "Do you think we're making the right choice? I mean I'd tell everyone right now if you wanted to."

Kurt turned and took a look at Blaine, so sincere, his honey brown eyes wide and innocent, and he smiled.

"I know," he said, turning fully and going back to sit on the bed in front of them. "It's not that I don't want to tell everyone and definitely never think it's because of you. I'm not ashamed of you Blaine, I think you're amazing and can't wait to show you off as my boyfriend – I promise. I guess I just don't want people to think that I was so worried about what they all said – that I'll be alone with my cats and will never get married – I don't want them to think that I just chose the first gay friend I laid my eyes on."

"We're more than that though right?" Blaine said slightly worrying his lip beneath his teeth.

"Oh yeah definitely but I want it to be right and perfect when we tell everyone. I want to be able to tell them that it was special and that we're together for real. I also can't wait to see Rachel's face when she does finally find out," Kurt said smirking.

"Don't you think she might be hurt that we kept it a secret?" Blaine said.

"Maybe, but it won't be for much longer."

"Ok, if you're sure," Blaine said nodding and looking at his hands.

"Hey," Kurt said, coming forward and taking Blaine's hands in his, "If at any time you decide you want to come clean earlier, just let me know. You're really important to me Blaine."

Kurt's eyes, blue and clear, wide and earnest, looked at Blaine and smiled, which proved infectious until Rachel's dulcet tones could be heard through the curtain, reminding them of dinner and they laughed and went to join the others.