He wasn’t. As they walked out of the building, down the clear Perspex staircase and through the monochrome lobby, he knew his fingers were digging into Joanna’s arm but he couldn’t do anything about it. The meeting was a blur, and every time he tried to replay it in his mind it got stuck on fast forward and all he could hear was ‘amazing’ and ‘we’d be thrilled to have you on board’. If it hadn’t been for Jo clinging to his elbow, he would have collapsed in a heap in the revolving door, and that was not the impression he wanted to make on his new colleagues. Just the thought of them being his colleagues, people he’d admired for months, working here, doing things every day that he was truly excited about was almost enough to make him hyperventilate. All he could think about was telling Blaine. Then he remembered what had happened before he left the house.

Blaine. Kissed. Me.

His head almost exploded.

He thanked Jo again for everything she’d done and got a fraction of his excess energy out in a giant hug. She didn’t even mind when he nudged her silver hair out of place and almost knocked her glasses off. She took both of his hands in hers (HEY KURT REMEMBER THIS MORNING WHEN BLAINE DID THAT – his brain refused to let him focus on anything else for more than four seconds) and looked him dead in the eyes.

“Tell him, Kurt.”

“About the job?”

She patted his cheek twice, just hard enough to leave a light pink mark before squeezing his face between her fingers and thumb. He looked like a confused fish. She tilted her head and moved in so close that their noses were almost touching – surprising as she was almost a foot shorter than him.

“No.”

He took a deep breath and nodded, and she let go. She kissed his cheeks and nudged him in the direction of the nearest subway station with a bump of her hip. He flickered back to life and hugged her again before racing down the steps, clutching at his bag so his hands wouldn’t tremble.

~

Blaine heard scrabbling at the door and ran to get it, bouncing Eliza at his side, reading from his phone just loudly enough for Kurt to hear from the step.

“Kurt, I think you’re going to have to translate this for me… It just says ‘job job job job job job job’ and then a bunch of random letters and numbers and it doesn’t really make-”

As soon as he opened the door, Kurt took one step inside and kissed him. Not on the cheek or the head or the shoulder; he really kissed him. He cupped his face with one hand and used to other to cover the arm holding onto Eliza, who looked on unsurprised as their lips crashed together, sucking a breath in through their nostrils so as not to separate, both shaking slightly with the force of it. Blaine started to droop down as his muscles melted under Kurt, but he felt an arm wrap around his waist and pull him up, pressing them together even more firmly.

He dropped his phone on the floor and clutched at Kurt’s waist, back, shoulder with his free hand, sure that no contact, no amount of feeling Kurt’s heartbeat racing against his own would ever be too much and trying desperately to pull him closer despite the nonplussed child on his hip. Kurt brought both hands back up to Blaine’s face and slowly pulled away. Blaine tried to follow him, but Kurt held him in place. They stared at each other for a second, breathless.

“I… I-”

“You kissed me.”

“I got the job.”

“You got the job.”

“I kissed you.”

“Do it again.”

“Kay,” he mumbled into Blaine’s mouth as he kissed him again, more softly and slowly, both of them relaxing into each other, lips parting just enough for their tongues to push together. Kurt licked into Blaine’s mouth, sliding his tongue across his lower lip until he moaned. Kurt smiled against him and forced himself to come back down to Earth. This was getting inappropriate considering present company. Blaine let out the quietest whimper as Kurt pulled back again, keeping their noses and foreheads rubbing together.

“Kurt-”

“Blaine. The baby.”

“She doesn’t mind-”

“That’s weird. I mind. Come here, honey.”

Blaine kept grinning at Kurt as he lifted Eliza from his grip and she instantly nuzzled against his neck in congratulations. He couldn’t tell if it was for the job or the man, but he accepted her approval.

“I don’t even know who you’re talking about now.”

Kurt sighed.

“Good point. This could get confusing.”

He made his way upstairs, smiling at the baby and talking to her in an excited whisper.

“Did you hear that, Lizzie? Daddy got a new job! I don’t have to see those irritating actors ever again!”

Blaine followed him into Eliza’s room.

“You called them?”

“Yep. I might have used the words ‘job’, shove’, ‘up’ and ‘asses’; I don’t really remember. There was a lot of yelling on the other end so I hung up.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously. I don’t owe them anything.”

Kurt gently lowered the baby into the crib, giving her a peck on the temple, and she yawned obediently. She wasn’t due a nap for another hour, but Blaine had been dancing excitedly around the house with her all morning and she was exhausted. And she knew they had stuff to do that didn’t involve her, and she didn’t particularly want to see it.

Kurt kept watching her as she gazed at her hands and blinked slowly. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt’s waist and hooked his chin over his shoulder.

“Is it me or has she gotten bigger in the last couple of days?”

“Maybe you’re getting smaller.”

Blaine smirked.

“Hilarious. I actually don’t think that’s possible. Either way, she’s perfect.”

Kurt hummed in agreement and leaned into Blaine, letting his head tilt back until his cheek was resting on Blaine’s hair and folding his arms over the ones curled firmly around his stomach. Despite the butterflies and the tingling and the electric excitement, it already felt so normal, so natural. They fit together as if they’d been standing this close for years.

“Blaine?”

He reached his head up and whispered ‘yeah?’ before ducking back down to press a kiss to Kurt’s shoulder.

“I love you.”

“Good.”

Kurt started to turn back to him.

“Good?”

Blaine smirked.

“I love you too. I… You’re just, I mean, when I’m here, when I’m with you, I just-”

Kurt twisted around, loosening Blaine’s hold so he could loop his arms over his shoulders and kept kissing him, muttering to him after each one.

“I know, Blaine,” he kissed him, “I know,” another kiss as he teased Blaine’s hair between his fingers, “you make me so happy-” Blaine gave a small moan of agreement, “I’ve never smiled so much,” he sucked on his bottom lip, “or laughed so hard,” he kissed the corner of his mouth, his cheek, his eyebrow, his temple, his jaw, “or felt so good,” he reached Blaine’s earlobe just as he felt him start to kiss his neck, “and it’s all because of you,” now it was Blaine’s turn to pull back and leave Kurt wanting more. He titled his head slightly to glance at the crib.

“She’s asleep.”

“Come here.”

They reattached, stumbling towards the door and closing it behind them - she was far too young for that kind of trauma – before Kurt pulled Blaine into his own room by his shirt. He ran his thumb over his abdomen, the soft curve of his stomach next to firm muscle, and sunk down to kiss his collarbone.

“You don’t,” Blaine managed to whimper despite the tightness in his throat, “you don’t think this is,” Kurt hit the spot under his ear and his head fell back with a gasp, “you don’t think it’s too soon, I mean, I don’t wanna, oh-” he groaned as Kurt’s hand slid down the back of his jeans to knead into the swell of his ass.

“Blaine, it’s been months,” he kissed him and moved his hands to hold Blaine’s, “I… I’ve wanted to… Do you want me to stop? If you want to stop, I-”

Blaine shook his head and kissed each of Kurt’s hands in turn before pulling his shirt roughly over his head.

“Don’t stop. Ever.”

Kurt swept in to kiss him once more, shaking his head, I won’t, I promise, before gradually kissing his way down Blaine’s chest and pushing him onto the bed. He knelt between his legs and hovered over him, kissing his breastbone, flicking a nipple with his tongue, moaning into his skin as he felt fingers running through his hair and scraping over his scalp. Blaine pulled the scarf from Kurt’s neck and let it float to the floor behind him, gasping as Kurt kept sucking on his skin relentlessly, humming into it and making every hair stand up. His thighs twitched with every kiss and his dick was already straining in his pants, painfully hard.

“Kurt- I-”

Kurt understood instantly and shifted back up to kiss Blaine as he unfastened his jeans. Blaine fumbled at Kurt’s shirt hopelessly, already dizzy from Kurt’s fist closing around his cock, his thumb running smoothly under the head and up over the slit. Kurt smiled and whispered ‘it’s okay, I’ve got it,’ before yanking the whole thing over his head. As careful as he usually was about his clothes, he couldn’t let anything slow him down now.

“Before we go any further, I should warn you,” he gripped firmly onto Blaine’s hips and started to move off the bed, “I’ve got baggage. I have a kid.” Blaine smiled up at him.

“Ew. You must be so…” he sucked in a breath and smirked despite his compromised position, “old.”
Kurt raised an eyebrow.

“Wow. There’s a limit, Blaine. If you’d rather take a cold shower-”

Blaine held onto Kurt’s neck and pulled him back towards his face, stroking at his jaw with his thumb and kissing him, slowly and passionately.

“Sorry; you know I don’t-”

Kurt rolled his eyes and grinned.

“I know,” he kissed him again, “it’s okay. I love that you’re still so scared of screwing this up when I’m jerking you off.”

Blaine closed his eyes and bit his lip. Something about hearing Kurt saying it made him shiver. He pulled him down for another kiss, this time rougher, messier, more desperate.

Kurt sat up, gently pushing Blaine back down when he tried to follow him. He ran another trail of kisses down his chest, lingering more with each one as he inched towards his cock. He sucked into the dip between his pubic bone and his abdomen, making his chest lift up spasmodically and dragging out a moan. Kurt took one look at Blaine writhing on the bed and the sweat forming on his forehead before sinking his mouth down onto his cock until the head hit the back of his throat. Blaine gasped when he felt Kurt swallow around him before gradually moving back up, kissing up and down the shaft, licking a stripe up the underside and swirling his tongue around the head.

Blaine stroked wide circles on Kurt’s back then stuttered, trying and failing to grip onto the smooth skin when Kurt took him into his throat again. His hips jerked up involuntarily, and when Kurt didn’t even flinch he slid his hand up to grip onto his hair.

“Oh, God, Kurt…”

Kurt hummed to acknowledge the praise, the vibration making Blaine convulse and thrust up into his mouth again. He swallowed him expertly, sucking harder and hollowing his cheeks until Blaine was trembling all over. He could have stayed like this for hours, taking Blaine apart with his mouth, but they both wanted more.

He reluctantly removed his mouth from Blaine’s dick, kicking his own shoes off as he shoved Blaine’s jeans and boxers to the floor. He allowed himself a moment to take in the naked, glistening mess on his bed, the curves and twists in his muscles, the beads of moisture on his chest, the flicker of his eyelids as he looked up desperately, yet another tremor rolling over his body as his cock went from warm and wet and completely consumed by Kurt’s hot mouth to bare and exposed and begging for friction. Kurt trailed a teasing finger across the vein running along the underside and his body jerked violently. His head pushed into the mattress and his dick twitched against his will, making Kurt smile with satisfaction knowing that he’d made it happen; he’d transformed the cheerful, supportive, responsible nanny into a quivering heap.

“Kurt, please…”

Kurt snapped back into focus and hastily pulled at his pants until they were on the floor in a puddle with his briefs. He stepped deftly out of them, kicking the fabric away in a heap and climbed back in between Blaine’s legs, pushing his thighs further apart and slowly starting to stroke his dick again. Blaine groaned loudly, another spasm quaking through him, and Kurt used the temporary gap between his back and the mattress to slide an arm under him and lift him up. He crawled under him until he was kneeling, holding Blaine up so their chests were rubbing together, one hand still on his cock. Blaine was perched on his lap, his thighs squeezing around his waist and his toes gripping onto the bed. He was grinding against Kurt in time with the careful strokes on his cock, both of their cocks together, oh god, his head falling forward onto Kurt’s shoulder. He pressed clumsy, wet kisses against his neck in between strangled groans.

Kurt reached for the drawer of his nightstand, letting go for a second to grab lube and a condom. He dropped the lube next to them and ripped the foil packet open, but Blaine put a hand on his arm.

“You don’t have- I’m- we don’t-”

That translated to ‘I know neither of us has anything and I don’t think I can wait any longer’, so Kurt dropped the condom on the floor and put his arm around Blaine’s back again.

“Okay, it’s okay, I’ve got you,” Kurt whispered as Blaine took over stroking them both, losing almost all sense of rhythm as he felt Kurt’s hands everywhere, mapping out the muscles of his back, massaging his ass and spreading his cheeks. Kurt ducked his head down to nudge Blaine’s arm away, knowing that if he kept going neither of them would last. “Wait,” he growled into Blaine’s neck, “not yet. Wait.”

Blaine nodded helplessly and kissed him again, one arm clinging to his neck as the other cupped his jaw. He heard the cap popping off the lube behind him and suddenly felt a cold finger tracing between his cheeks until it was pressing gently at his entrance. Blaine gasped and started to grind down, desperately trying to work Kurt’s finger into him, and after circling the ring of muscles twice to give it a coating he slowly inched inside. Blaine shuddered, freezing mid-kiss, panting into Kurt’s mouth and pulling him closer if it was possible. Their sweat mingled on their chests and Blaine’s cock was trapped between them but he didn’t care, just kept pushing down on Kurt’s finger as it worked in and out of him slowly and deliberately.

“Kurt, more, I, please…”

Kurt’s chest fluttered at Blaine’s breath in his ear. Blaine groaned against his skin, sucking on his shoulder and Kurt started to shiver as Blaine’s hair tickled his neck. He inserted another finger, and another, feeling the muscles stretch around him and shaking more with every moan vibrating against his skin and the fingers clawing at his back. He complied with Blaine’s pleas for ‘more’ and ‘faster’ and ‘please’, and worked his fingers inside him quickly, furiously, up to his knuckles then sliding out slowly before thrusting them all the way in again. Blaine was squirming on top of him, kissing him desperately, longing to be even closer to him as he started sentences he couldn’t finish, each of them beginning with Kurt’s name. Finally, he wrapped his arm as far as he could around Kurt’s back and groaned ‘now’.

Kurt kissed Blaine’s neck as he lifted him up, quickly stroked the excess lube onto his cock and lowered Blaine onto it. He was going to go slowly, give him time to adjust, but before he could gain any kind of control Blaine had sunk over him, gasping as he was stretched even further, and all Kurt could see, hear, feel was Blaine. Everything was a white hot blur as he felt Blaine’s muscles clenched around him, hot and tight and perfect. They groaned in unison at the relief. Blaine felt so surrounded by yet so full of Kurt that he had to take a second to hold him there, inside him and in his arms, whispering ‘so good… so much… so beautiful’. Kurt couldn’t stop his hips from jerking upwards, and the sudden moan from Blaine combined with the fingers sliding up to grip onto his hair made his whole body move in time with him. He started to work up into Blaine, firmly holding the hips rolling down onto him.

“Fuck, Blaine, you… you’re so…” he finished his sentence by kissing him, pushing his tongue into Blaine’s mouth and reaching up to hold the back of his neck, sucking air in every time there was a gap between them. Blaine shifted on his knees so he could control every movement, every angle, every inch of Kurt’s cock as it moved inside him. As he found a rhythm riding him, Kurt’s hips moving up to meet his ass with a slap, his cock hit his prostate making him groan obscenely. He pushed Kurt back on the mattress, laying his palms on his chest and lowering himself to kiss him as he moved faster, hitting the spot again and again. As his eyes rolled back further into his head, Kurt grabbed his cock and started stroking again, much more roughly than before, until Blaine started to gasp desperately.

“Kurt, I, I’m-”

Blaine grabbed Kurt’s shoulders and pulled him up again, needing as much contact as possible. His mouth froze, trying to close around words that didn’t exist, that refused to form in his mind; all he could think was Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, and as Kurt felt Blaine spasm around him he kissed him again, licking the roof of his mouth, closing any remaining gaps between them, sealing them together. He pushed forward as Blaine came with a shout of ‘yes, Kurt, fuck…’ laying him down and pushing him into the mattress so he could thrust into him a few final times before he was yelling with him, silencing them both with another kiss.

They barely moved for what felt like hours. Kurt stroked Blaine’s cock gently, easing him through his orgasm until he hissed with oversensitivity at every touch. He held himself inside him for as long as he could, feeling exhausted and dizzy and content, kissing Blaine’s cheek, jaw and neck softly, whispering ‘perfect’ and ‘love you’ and ‘beautiful’ against his skin. Each breath sent another shiver coursing through his body as he came down, wrapping his legs around Kurt’s waist so they could stay this close for as long as possible.

Kurt ducked his head down to kiss Blaine’s chest, sucking the come from his skin, and stroked his arms as they wrapped around him to tangle in his hair. Blaine guided him back up so they were face to face, noses rubbing together, kissing so slowly it was almost painful until Kurt finally rolled onto his side. He hissed as his cock slid out of Blaine and again as he pulled him close, wrapping his arm around his waist and twisting their legs together so that every inch of them was still touching, a sweaty, sticky heap of tangled limbs and shaky breaths.

Kurt draped one arm around Blaine’s back, caressing it so he could feel every twinge in the muscles as smaller and smaller waves of pleasure continued to travel through him. He brought his other hand up to cup Blaine’s jaw, peppering his face with kisses as he stared at him weakly from under his thick, fluttering eyelashes.

They lay on the bed, completely exposed and exhausted, taking in the sight of each other as they hadn’t been able to before, appreciating every bone, every sinew of muscle. Blaine held Kurt’s waist and edge his hand up to trace over his ribs and settle with his palm on his chest. He closed his eyes, concentrating on his heartbeat as it slowed down, and Kurt covered Blaine’s hand with his own. Their fingers entwined over his heart.

“It’s yours,” Kurt whispered, kissing him again.