Chapter 14

Kurt spent more and more time at Blaine's apartment, especially when Finn came to stay and it was one such morning that Kurt found himself waking ready for work, bleary-eyed and turning off the alarm so as not to wake Blaine who was tangled in his arms. Kurt couldn't help but giggle. Blaine had never been such a jumbled sleeper in Egypt though he had always liked to cuddle. Kurt now found himself cocooned in Blaine's arms and legs as soon as he woke up, so warm and cosy that Kurt had to be very careful to prise his limbs away so he wouldn't wake him.

"Umph…" Blaine mumbled into Kurt's neck, "Where are you going?"

"Work, don't wake up," Kurt said kindly as he started to get off the bed from his seated position but Blaine's hand suddenly snuck from the covers and held along Kurt's waist, tugging him closer until he was lying next to him again.

"Don't go…." Blaine whined and Kurt laughed. "Stay…" He started to kiss just by his ear and suck the spot he knew drove Kurt wild. Kurt moaned, like predicted and his hands found Blaine's back, stroking along the warm tan skin there.

"God the sounds you make…" Blaine said as he nibbled his ear lobe and Kurt gently rocked towards Blaine at the touch, brushing his morning erection over Blaine's thigh.

"Do you have time?" Blaine asked mischievously with a smirk.

"Always," Kurt replied and he dove right in.

xXx

"I'm sorry I'm late," Kurt said, rushing into the salon and gasping, "I'm really sorry."

Robyn laughed at Kurt's flustered face. "I don't know why you bother apologising, you don't regret a thing, do you?"

Kurt gaped at her insinuation, then seeing her cheeky grin, he smiled. "Oh ok, I'm busted," he said shrugging his shoulders, "I don't care."

"See? Thought so," she said, waving a mug in his face indicating a cup of coffee, to which Kurt nodded. "Your first client is ready and waiting."

The morning whizzed by with appointment after appointment but after his 1 o'clock, Kurt found himself at a loss for half an hour so flicked through the latest Vogue and ate a sandwich. His peace was disturbed by the vibrations of his phone that was whirring its way along the counter in the kitchen of the salon.

"Rachel?" Kurt asked, knowing she was in a rehearsal for her Broadway production. Finn was currently staying so Kurt had spent less time at their apartment but he had been receiving daily texts about the gruelling schedule and the amazing things she had learnt. It wasn't a main part – the second female lead – but it would be her first time on Broadway and she was excited in true Rachel Berry style.

"Kurt we need you!" She exclaimed down the phone and he could hear all the manic mayhem going on in the background. "It's just a dress rehearsal tonight but the New York Times will be there and Maria is sick – we need a hair stylist."

Kurt felt instant butterflies. He had always joked with Rachel about his real dream of hairstyling for Broadway, never thinking it possible but here was his opportunity and he actually considered declining. He still had two appointments this afternoon and the thought of going in to a real theatre and styling for real – well so much could go wrong.

"Kurt?" Rachel said impatiently, "Come on Kurt, it's not a joke. We need you, there's no one else." She started talking to someone behind her and as she returned to the conversation with Kurt she whispered. "This is it Kurt – take the chance."

Kurt gulped and nodded, then realised Rachel couldn't see him. "Ok, I'll be there in twenty minutes."

xXx

The day continued to whizz by and Kurt didn't have time to breathe let alone worry about not being good enough. He styled, he cut, he set wigs and ended up finishing last minute touches on two costumes too. The stage manager whizzed past Kurt as actors were called, the curtain about to rise and stopped.

"You're the new stylist?" he asked. Kurt nodded.

"Fantastic job, thanks for helping out. You free the rest of the week?" He was about to whizz off again, an actor in the distance causing him to pause in thought, when Kurt agreed and he was off.

Kurt didn't know if he could get the time off but this was his chance. The stylist before was obviously ill for the week and they would need him. Maybe this was a chance to make connections, get known in the business. If only he impressed. He had to take the chance. Rachel filled him in on all the gossip later, in the early hours of the morning.

"Maria was taken ill with the flu and won't be back all week, you were a god-send and they love me even more now," she said, smiling smugly. "You were a gem. It takes ages for someone to learn the ropes normally and you went straight in there. They loved that you could help with costumes too. All the previews are coming up next week after final rehearsals, so you might be needed then too."

He had managed to book a week off work unpaid, a risk he was willing to take and as he snuggled next to Blaine that night, resting his cheek on his firm chest, Kurt smiled.

"I can't believe it Blaine; I mean I joke all the time…"

"But you work hard Kurt and you deserve it. Was Finn there tonight?"

"Yeah, but only backstage. He'll be there for opening night of course."

"When are they officially moving in, it's getting ridiculous," Blaine said laughing, "Not that I mind. I love that you stay at mine instead."

"Finn is looking for jobs; it's only a matter of time really."

"Will you still live there when he moves in?"

"Yeah I guess, why not?"

"Oh I don't know, I just thought you'd find it awkward. Does Finn walk around naked or anything?"

"It's nothing I haven't seen before unfortunately," Kurt grimaced, "But he's more considerate than that and too self-conscious."

"Still you don't want to see all that lovey-dovey stuff," Blaine said in mock disgust.

"Oh I don't know," Kurt said, carrying it on and nipping along Blaine's jaw. "I think it's cute really and we can't complain."

"But think about all that extra milk and cheese you'll have to buy, all that extra toilet roll… It doesn't bear thinking about – extra cleaning, extra food, extra noise…" Blaine shook his head, pretending to imagine how Kurt would cope with it all. "I don't think you'll cope."

"Oh I'll be ok," Kurt said, "I like cooking and cleaning when I'm stressed and it helps to clear my mind. I can nag Finn just like high school and if I can cope living with Rachel, I can cope with Finn."

"What if you didn't have to cope with Finn?" Blaine asked shyly.

"What do you mean? Just Rachel? Because I've coped with that too and she's fine as long as you learn to ignore the scale practice and diva behaviour."

"No I mean what if you didn't have to cope with Rachel either?"

"You mean live on my own? I couldn't afford it Blaine, I'd love to but I've never lived on my own and I wouldn't know how."

Blaine huffed in impatience and started to laugh, as he sat up on his elbow, looking Kurt directly in the eye. Kurt looked confused.

"What?"

"What?!" Blaine asked incredulously, "I'm asking you to move in with me you crazy loon!"

There was a stunned silence, as Kurt's thoughts whirred through his head and his mind caught up with Blaine's suggestion.

"You want me to move in with you?" he whispered.

"If you want to," Blaine said, suddenly worried he had played this all wrong and he would end up disappointed. "I mean, you're here a lot anyway and when you're gone I miss you like crazy and…"

"Of course I'll move in with you!" Kurt interrupted and he suddenly launched himself at Blaine, who had still been leaning on his arm and they tumbled back on the bed, Kurt kissing Blaine fiercely.

"Really?" Blaine asked, "You'll move in with me?"

"Of course, of course…" They kissed again and kissed again until there was no air and only laughter bubbled up in the space between.

xXx

Maria returned to work in time for the first preview and Kurt assumed, like Rachel that he would be back to his day job but the stage director approached him again as he was about to leave through the back door.

"Kurt would you mind continuing to help out during the run? I mean I can't offer stability but we're run to the ground here and we could do with your help. We're planning a year run but after that, well who knows?" The stage director looked worried. The temporary life of Broadway excited many, including Kurt, but it was often hard for someone with talent to make a permanent career out of it. Kurt could only hope and live on a dream so he accepted immediately and smiled broadly, grabbing his phone to contact Blaine – really the only person he knew who would complete the dream.