Right now though, they were back in New York curled up on the couch watching Funny Girl with Rachel and Santana for the four thousandth time. Blaine was just pleased to be lyinh so closely to Kurt that he could feel his heartbeat through his thin shirt.

Rachel was singing at the top of her lungs to each of the songs, Kurt and Blaine joining in on some of them, whilst Santana rolled her eyes at their antics.

"So, lover boys, when is your trip to the Gershwin?" Blaine and Kurt looked over at Santana, they were used to her various nicknames for them, so didn't react to this one.

"Tomorrow night, we're going to go for dinner first, then on to the theatre, so don't worry you can bring your lady friends over without being interrupted." Luckily Rachel was still too absorbed with the movie to listen to what her housemates were saying, or she would no doubt have a response.

"Good to know, Lady, although not that it would make any difference, it doesn't stop you two fucking like rabbits when man hands and are are in the room." Kurt gasped at Santana, she really didn't know when to stop.

"Oh can it, you know I only speak the truth, let's finish watching this, then you two can go and pretend to be quiet whilst playing find the sausage later"

Later, when Blaine and Kurt were doing exactly as Santana had suggested, Kurt made sure to scream extra loud, just for Santana, he loved her, but she was still a mighty bitch.

"Kurt! Come on we're going to be late for dinner! You look beautiful, you don't need to change again!"

"Blaine! Its the Gershwin! Not just some random theatre, but THE theatre, the one I intend to perform in on many occasions in years to come, I have to look perfect!"

Blaine knew he wasn't going to win, so just sat back on the couch, and waited while Kurt bustled around in their room, changing his outfit for what must have been about the fifteenth time.

Eventually, twenty minutes later, Kurt emerged, a dark blue suit on with a white shirt underneath, a small handkerchief tucked into his top pocket to finish the outfit.

"You look stunning baby, amazing, now let's get going before we miss our reservation and probably the show itself.

They ate at a beautiful Tapas bar just round the corner from the theatre, they shared a few loving glances, but nothing more, the restaurant was quite high class and they didn't want to upset the management by being all over each other, as much as they would have like to.

Arriving at the theatre around fifteen minutes before the show started, Kurt was practically jumping in his seat. Blaine had managed to secure a private balcony, which thrilled Kurt no end, stating down at all the people below him.

Once the show started, Kurt was nearly hanging over the edge of the balcony, captivated by each song, singing along with each of them, particularly enjoying 'Defying Gravity' Blaine, of course knew the story behind it, which was a bittersweet one, he reached out and held onto Kurt's hand as the tears built in the corner of Kurt's eyes at the memory.

At the interval, Kurt went to get up to go and get a drink, but Blaine's hand on his leg stopped him. Shooting him an enquiring look he sat slowly back down. Blaine edged closer, moving the chair with him.

"How about we have our own half time show?" Kurt smirked at the sultry look Blaine was shooting him. "Horny are you babe?" Blaine smiled, all the time inching his hand up the inside of Kurt's leg.

"As much as I would love to fuck you right now, I haven't got the time, nor the space, so your just going to have to enjoy what I can do for you right now, but you need to remain as quiet as possible, understand?" Kurt simply nodded, too turned on to provide much of a response.

Blaine returned on his journey up Kurt's inner thigh, darting his fingers over Kurt's growing erection. "Kurt, baby, I love you so much."

Blaine opened Kurt's fly carefully, taking the heavy weight of his cock in his hand. Pumping at a slow pace to begin with, but soon picking up momentum. The dry pull on his cock making Kurt squirm in his seat. He wasn't one to be selfish though, soon unbuckling Blaine's pants too and fisting leisurely at his cock.

Before either boy could catch their breath, the lights were dimming again, they both carried on pumping each other, as the notes of the first song echoed through the building, Kurt was panting into Blaine's shoulder, rushing towards his release. They both started panting heavily soon enough, trying hard not to moan.

The actress on stage was just reaching the high note of the next song when both Blaine and Kurt came in perfect unison, both arching high off their seats.

As they came back down from their highs, Blaine found a tissue to clean them both up, before they settled back down to watch the rest of the show.