Blaine half carried a sleepy Kurt into a tall building that had a very warm lobby, the furniture classy and cozy at the same time. Pictures of birds decorated the red walls, and Pavarotti delighted in that as he chirped at each one. Boosting Kurt higher up on his shoulder as he yawned and burrowed under his chin, he kissed his cheek and murmured, "Baby, are you okay on your foot? Ill help you."

Kurt peeked between drooped lids, and he glanced around the room, "Oh, were here." Putting his good foot down, he held onto Blaine tightly and let him guide him up to the desk, where a dark man was typing at a computer.

Unique went up with them and cleared his throat to get his attention, then made an odd face when the boy, who looked no older than nineteen, turned around. "Hi, were with Vogue. Monsieur Hummel is supposed to be recording today."

The boy leaned across the desk and held his hand out, "Nice to meet you. Im David. Wes should be finishing up another session any minute now... Do you mind waiting?"

"Not at all." Unique took a step back, and Blaine was surprised by how easily he complied when he usually didnt like doing anything for anyone. He looked back at Kurt when he heard him squeak, and he watched him pat for Pavarotti, who had hopped off his shoulder, to come back.

"Dont worry." David reassured him, holding his hand out for Pavarotti. Pavarotti hopped onto his fingertips. "We love songbirds. Songs are kind of our thing." Grinning at Kurt, he held the bird out to him. "You must be Monsieur Hummel. I can tell by how pretty you are."

Kurt cooed at Pavarotti when he climbed back up to his shoulder, and then he gave a breathtaking smile to David, who seemed awestruck by him. "Please, call me Kurt."

That dragged a wider smile onto Davids face, "Thats a pretty name... suits a pretty boy." Suddenly spinning around in his chair, he waved at another boy coming down a hallway. "Hey, Wes. Weve got guests. This is Kurt and Unique and..." he gave Blaine a confused face, "sorry, I didnt ask your name."

Blaine watched another boy appear from the hallway, and another. He took a deep breath, "Blaine."

"Great." said the first boy who walked down the hallway, waving them over. "Its nice to see you here. Kurt, you look wonderful, as always."

Kurt politely smiled, "Thank you."

Another boy stepped forward, a dark haired one with a playful smirk on his face, "Ive always wanted to meet you. Im Trent... and those two are Nick and Jeff. Its hard to get their names right because theyre always together."

Both of them waved, and the darker haired one bundled the blond one in his arms, pecking his cheek with kisses. The blond one happily giggled, pushing on the dark haired one to put distance between them. Blaine was startled by the openly gay affection, but they didnt seem too worried. He looked down at Kurts hands, which were folded by his stomach, and he wondered if he was ever sad that he didnt hold his hands in public.

Startling Blaine, Unique suddenly blurted, "Are you guys all gay?"

The blond boys eyes widened to the size of saucers, but the rest of them handled it very well, better than Blaine ever would. David made a little chuckling sound, "Not all of us. Nick and Jeff are... you probably noticed." He threw a quick glare at them, and the dark haired one sheepishly grinned. "And Im bi. Thads in Florida with his boyfriend right now, and Wes and Trent are totally straight. Its New York-not the most open place in America, but one of them. Everyones different and were just owning it. But, to make things even, youre all gay, arent you?"

"Im transgender." Unique pointed out. "Kurt thinks hes a princess, so yes. And Blaine calls it being bi-curious."

"Ive been there," the dark haired boy-maybe Nick-laughed, and the blond boy hugged him tightly.

"Yes, he was there for an entire month." He added playfully, "We called it guy love. Not quite gay love, but not being completely straight, either. Were much happier this way, arent we, baby?"

"Every man has a little bi-curiosity in him," David winked knowingly at him. "It isnt guy love until the curiosity is put to action. Dont worry, Blaine, this is an open place. We encourage expression here."

Trent frowned in confusion, "No, you dont. David here is a traditionalist. He and Wes refuse to play away from the book, which is why its so hard for them for us to move. Were going to California this summer to expand. Its being turned into some massive corporation and David and Wes hate the idea of anything changing or modifying to be more advanced. Nick, Jeff, and I are all for it but were still not sure about Thad. Hes keeping out of the bickering."

Wes suddenly glanced at a clock on the desk and he muttered, "The session should be over now. Why dont you come on back and well get you set up?" Looking down at Kurts feet, he frowned, "Do you want to hold onto something while youre in the recording room? To keep you upright?"

Kurt frowned at his sore foot, "Oh, thank you for asking, but Ill be okay. Blaine wouldnt ever let me fall." Patting Blaines strong arms, he twisted around and pecked Blaines chin with a soft kiss. Blaine tightened his arms around Kurt, pulling him up onto the tops of his shoes and following the guys down a hallway.

Trents mouth twitched as he stared at the bandage around Kurts tiny foot, "What happened? Do you need help? Are you in pain?"

"Oh, thats very nice of you to care." Laying his hand on Blaines shoulder and holding onto him as best he could, he offered a weak smile to Trent, "But my Blaine gave me a wonderful foot massage last night and I feel much better now."

After they got far enough down the hallway, Wes started mumbling again, "Whos singing with you, Kurt? Blaine? Youll stand in a glass room and wait for me to count you in then you can sing. Itll be easy, trust me. Nothing to worry about."

David suddenly held his hand out, his brows cocking, "We can take Pavarotti until youre done. He might chirp during the song. Dont worry, well go easy on him. So... what song did you choose?"

"Baby, Its Cold Outside." Blaine handed Pavarotti to David, the bird surprisingly calm despite his separation from Blaine and Kurt. "We didnt pick the song. Vogue did... but Kurt likes it."

"Its my Christmas favorite!" Kurt chirped, trying to bounce but remembering that he was hurt. "Its so romantic."

The guys chuckled at him, each of them going into a room with a sound system pinned to a wall. There was a separate room behind a glass wall attached to it.

"Kurt, Blaine, heres where you two will be singing." Wes pushed open the glass door and led both of them inside, leaving the rest of them out with the sound system. Trent took a spot by the panel, but Jeff and Nick sat down together, each holding onto each other. David sat down a few feet away from Unique.

While they watched Blaine help Kurt hang onto his microphone stand for balance and keep one hand on his hips, very gentle and careful with him, David turned his head to Unique, "Do you sing at all, Unique? Is that how you got involved with Kurt?"

Unique briefly returned his eyes to where Kurt was giggling helplessly as Blaine banged his head to a silent, heavy metal song. Rubbing his nape and trying not to fidget around the boy he thought actually might be cute and polite, he muttered, "Um... no. Actually, Im a co-manager of the Vogue from France-which you probably knew-and two years ago Kurt came in. Of course... Dakota Stanley absolutely treasured him and made him a model that same day. He put me in charge of everything that Kurt did and we became best friends."

Davids eyes narrowed slightly, and he leaned forward, "But you sing, dont you?"

Unique was unused to all of the attention, as it was usually Kurt who everyone stared at. Kurt was beautiful and charming and delicate... and Unique wasnt. He was everything a guy would want, so he didnt understand why David wasnt pressed against the glass trying to get a better look.

Suddenly, the glass door opened again, and Kurts pretty giggling could be heard. David quickly turned his head, and Unique rolled his eyes at how quickly hed been lost. He couldnt blame him-Kurts giggle was melodic-but he also couldnt help but feel the slightest bit jealous.

Wes sat down at the panel and held up three fingers, counting Kurt in. Wiggling and smiling, Kurt opened his pink mouth and a beautiful sound purred out of him, something that shocked every guy in the room. A few of their jaws dropped, and the others closed their eyes. Blaines rougher voice broke in after a few seconds, and Kurts voice became much more giggly and playful. It was like watching them flirt, their eyes on each other, Kurts cheeks pink.

"Wow..." Trent muttered, only to get shushed by Wes.

"Theyre really good together." David added, and he got a glare. "Whered this Blaine guy come from? His voice is really raw."

The dark haired boy, the one Unique thought might be Nick, raised his brows, "I know everything about everyone. Blaine is Richard Andersons son... he goes to the school Kurt switched to this year."

"The one that got disowned?" Trents mouth fell open. He spun around in his chair, his full attention on Nick. "I need to hear about this."

Jeff quickly put in, "Ive got this one. My sister is good friends and old co-stars with Coopers girlfriend, Alicia, and she said that Blaine got disowned for Kurt so they could stay together. Everyone knows that Richard is a homophobe, and he told Blaine that if he kept his relationship with Kurt he would have to leave."

"And he did it?" David was almost falling out of his chair. He shot a glance at Blaine as if to check that they were talking about the same person.

"Yeah." Nick added, "Its pretty brave. And I heard that during the last photo shoot, Kurt got nervous about the other men, so Blaine stepped in for him. He seems kind of shy... so thats pretty impressive, too. Besides, standing up to Dakota Stanley?"

"I know." Trent agreed.

"No one will see those pictures so he has nothing to worry about." Unique suddenly added, getting the guys attention. "Stanley said he hated them because Blaine just wasnt good looking enough so he trashed them. Apparently no amount of editing could fix them. Kurt doesnt know about it yet."

Jeff seemed upset by that, "Thats really rude of him to say. I dont think Blaine is bad looking at all."

A few of them murmured agreements, but they couldnt talk for long.

After the music stopped, the guys got quiet and watched Blaine bring Kurt out of the recording room. Wes hit a button on the panel and a file popped up on his computer, "That went great. Im going to download this and send it over to Stanley." He typed a few things in, then looked up before Kurt and Blaine walked away. "Blaine, I was wondering if we could talk... in private. Just for a few minutes."

Blaine hesitated to reply to Wes, who had caused an uncertain silence in the room. Putting Kurt in one of the chairs and making sure he was okay, he turned around and unsurely eyed Wes. "Yes."

"Great." Wes narrowed his eyes slightly at his co-workers, "Ill only be in the recording room so you know I can see everything youre doing." He led the way into the isolation room, waiting until Blaine entered with him to seal the door shut behind him. "Blaine, Id like to start out by pointing out that youre talented."

Blaine sighed heavily, leaning against a wall and crossing his straining arms over his thick chest, "I know I sound amateur. Ive heard it before. You want to do another take of Baby, Its Cold Outside with Kurt alone? Im okay with that-"

"No, youre not amateur." Wes frowned in concern, "Blaine, listen... I dont give a damn what anyone else has told you. You have something that shouldnt be hidden." Suddenly taking a step toward Blaine, he stopped when Blaine jerked back and pressed himself against the door. "You could work here, Blaine. You dont have to be stuck in Ohio... I know it seems hard to get out." He made an awful face at that, and Blaine wondered why he reacted so badly to the thought of Ohio. "But we could help. Were nice guys..." he glanced at the glass wall behind Blaine, "the other guys are sometimes idiots, but theyre not harmful."

Blaine slightly turned his head to see Jeff and Kurt in a friendly conversation, Jeff smiling as Kurt pointed at his shoes. Kurt suddenly lifted his wide eyes to the glass wall, and he gave Blaine a pretty smile. He quickly got distracted, though, when Pavarotti waddled in front of him, being chased by Nick and Trent. Unique and David seemed to be talking about something a little more serious.

Wes took another step forward, but this time Blaine tried not to jerk away. He didnt feel like he was in danger here. "Want to sing for us? You could do other things around here if youre not ready to sing... tell us which celebrity to promote or give us music video ideas-"

Blaine shook his head, "I-I cant. I need to take care of Kurt right now... and my brothers about to have a baby and I have to raise him and be a good uncle to him-"

"Im not saying right now," Wes searched his back pocket for his wallet, then he stuck a card into Blaines hands. "When you feel ready, I want you to call me and Ill record you. I could make your name big."

"What if I dont want a big name?" Blaine snapped, slouching again, "Im just a Lima loser. Im not getting out of there."

Wes couldnt fight the smirk at the corners of his lips, "You say that and youre standing in a recording studio in New York City? I think youre out of there right now. Besides, dont say youre just a Lima loser. I think youre forgetting that Kurt was born there, too, and he got out. You just need a confidence boost. You try to satisfy so many people... why dont you think about what you want for a change?"

Blaine stared at Wes, wondering how hed figured him out so easily. He never thought he was that much of an open book, but, then again, Kurt knew too much about him, not everything-and Blaine was relieved about that-but enough to hurt him. Closing his eyes, he muttered, "I want to leave."

Wes crossed his arms and blew out heavily, but he let Blaine sneak by him. Before Blaine set his hand on the doorknob, he said Blaines name, but Blaine stepped out, ignoring him.

Blaine went back into the main room, where Kurt was chattering to Pavarotti as Nick watched him. Walking up to Kurt, he wrapped him in his arms and kissed his cheek, "We should go, honey."

Unique suddenly looked at the clock on the wall, "Thats right, we do have to go." When Kurt gave him a confused expression, he stood up, "Patti LuPone invited us to a New Years Eve party. She said you were at the top of her list."

Kurt looked very flattered, "Oh, thats so nice of her. Mm, I love parties, especially New Years Eve parties." He turned to Blaine and batted his lashes, "New Years Eve kisses are so romantic."

Blaine kissed his nose, hearing Wes moving behind him. Helping Kurt to his feet, Blaine hooked his arm around his waist and lifted him off his sore foot. Kurt waved at the Warblers, "You were all so kind to us. Thank you for recording our song."

David grinned at Kurt, "It was good having you here. Youre really sweet, Kurt. Blaine, it was nice meeting you." He gave Unique an odd look as he started to walk away, "Maybe we can catch up some time... you know, when youre in America again?"

Uniques face brightened and he quickly took a spot next to Kurt, who helplessly giggled at the two of them. "Id like that... as long as the song turns out alright."

Trent smiled at that, "We dont produce bad songs. See you later, guys. Bye, Kurt... and your bird! Make sure to bring him back soon."

Waving one more time, Kurt put his hand on Blaines shoulder and let him guide him out, then he giggled again and looked at Unique, "You and David? Thats wonderful, Unique! Youd be so happy with him-"

Unique quickly pulled away from them and walked a few steps ahead, "I dont want to talk about this right now, Kurt, especially not with you." He pulled his phone from his pocket and flipped through his messages, instantly texting someone who was probably from Vogue.

Kurt seemed startled by the rejection, and he obviously didnt like it because he unsurely nibbled his bottom lip. His fingers tightened on Blaines arm, so Blaine soothingly rubbed his back. "Its okay, honey. You didnt do anything wrong."

"Why is he mad at me?" Kurt whispered, looking sincerely hurt. Blaine took Kurt slightly away from Unique, his hand still at his back and sliding down to his waist, and he glanced back at Unique. Unique was looking at Kurt, then at the room behind them. Blaine followed his gaze to the recording studio and was startled to see Wes in the doorway, Trent and Nick wrestling behind him.

Wes quirked a corner of his mouth and waved at Blaine, and Blaine quickly turned away. He didnt know what to think of Wes. He didnt feel threatened by him, but he was scared of being hurt by someone he thought he could trust again.

Blaine held his breath as they walked into the multi-million dollar mansion bustling with people, all of the women dressed in empire gowns and the men in tuxedos. He was wearing a black one with a white vest underneath with a bowtie, while Kurt was gorgeous in a dark pink, drop shoulder dress. He looked very pretty. Taking Kurts hand, Blaine passed through the doors and went into a giant room with chandeliers swinging from the ceiling and a very long buffet table against the wall. Suddenly nervous, he kept on Kurts heels.

Kurt seemed happy there, smiling and looking around at everything. Then again, Kurt was displeased by very little. "Oh, Blaine, isnt it lovely?" He twirled in a small circle to the music, holding his hands up to his hair and closing his eyes. "Would you like to dance with me?"

He stumbled a little, so Blaine held onto him tighter. "Honey, be careful on your foot. Come here, little love." Picking Kurt up by his hips, Blaine set him on his feet and rocked him to the slow melody playing softly from a speaker. He looked up and noticed everyone sitting down at tiny tables and sipping tea. At least no one was chugging beer and sucking on someone elses face. He was relieved about that. "Its not a bad party."

Kurt smiled again, looping his arms around Blaines neck, "Mm hm. Patti LuPone never has a bad party. Im happy you like it here." Laying his cheek on Blaines shoulder, Kurt happily giggled and ran his fingers through his hair. "Oh, Blaine."

Blaine heard Kurt quietly singing along to the music, his voice very soft and bell-like. It was lovely, and Blaine closed his eyes and nuzzled closer to him. "You have the prettiest voice. Ive always loved it."

That made Kurt laugh again, a musical sound that was breathtaking, "Thats very sweet." Kissing Blaines cheek, he rested his chin on his shoulder again, clinging tighter to him. "Everything about you is wonderful."

Blaine hugged him so close that there wasnt any space between them, his hand coming to Kurts nape and his other cupping his very round bottom. He was so silky and slippery in Blaines arms. Turning his head, he nuzzled Kurts neck, cheek, and nose with his own nose. "Youre happy," he whispered, biting Kurts lobe and licking.

Kurt purred and mewled when Blaine put one of his legs between his as best he could, even with the tight dress blocking him out. Blaine was absolutely enthralled with him, and had they been completely alone, he would have pushed Kurts dress up and laid him on one of the tables. He was tempted for later that night when they got to the hotel room.

"Blaine..." Kurt sighed, looking very flushed from Blaines adoration of him. "You make my heart skip a beat."

Blaine kissed his cheek, sticking the tip of his tongue out and gently lapping Kurts skin. "We could slip away just for a moment." He growled in Kurts ear, and Kurt suddenly made a sound of surprise.

"Oh, Blaine, thats so scandalous." Kurts tiny jaw dropped, making his mouth very round. "But I can feel you on my thigh." He blinked and glanced around them at the bored looking people chatting over biscuits and salads. "Maybe just for a few minutes. And we have to be careful about Pavarotti." He pointed at Blaines pocket, which was full of the snoozing bird.

Blaine took Kurts hand and gently set him down, leading him out of the room and down a nearby hallway that wasnt even lighted. Everyone was in the ballroom. He could feel Kurt squeezing his palm, "Oh, Ive never done anything like this. What if someone sees? Well look so indecent."

"Dont worry." Blaine took him into a dark room that looked like artwork was stored there, and he shut the door behind them and twisted the lock, reaching in his pocket for Pavarotti. He laid the still sleeping bird on a table nearby. Kurt, who was blushing and looking around very nervously, squeaked when Blaine took him into his arms. "Ill keep you safe. No one will find us."

When Blaine bent for a kiss, Kurt squeaked again, "Oh, but, we have to be back before midnight. I want to see the fireworks and hear the countdown... and Ill want a kiss."

Blaine grinned at him, scooping him up in his arms, "Youll get plenty more than kisses." Holding Kurt by his bottom, he carried him over to a mostly empty wall and pressed himself against it. "Now, lets see about this dress of yours." He looked Kurts skirt over, "So many buttons and sashes."

"Oh," Kurt nodded at one of the sashes. "If you tug that one, it will let my dress out. And then push my pantyhose down... but please be gentle. Theyll tear easily. My panties are underneath those."

Blaine started to figure out all of Kurts buttons and loops and sashes, turning around and resting Kurt against the wall. Kurt looped his arms and legs around his neck and waist, watching as he pushed his dress up to his stomach and carefully peeled the pantyhose from his hips. He easily got the panties out of the way, obviously from other times of practice, then he unzipped his own pants and fished around for his cock.

He pulled it out and Kurt spread his legs a little farther, feeling Blaine completely press their bodies. His pants fell to the ground, but he didnt seem to care that they were getting dusty. "Here you go, baby." Putting his cock against Kurts opening, he cupped both of Kurts ass cheeks. "Be gentle. Go down slowly."

Kurt started to slide down the wall, and he made a soft sound as Blaines tip jabbed his hole. "Oh, Blaine..." He let his head roll back, showing his throat to Blaine, so Blaine stuck his tongue out and lapped up and down, leaving every inch of skin shiny and moist. Moaning, Kurt wiggled down another inch, and it felt so good, that tight heat right at his tip.

"Oh, baby..." he groaned, desperately hunting for Kurts mouth. When Kurt tipped his chin again, Blaine kissed him almost painfully hard, their tongues tangling and dancing. "Take me in, honey. You feel so good."

Kurt dropped another few inches, and a small cry escaped his lips. Blaine covered it with his own mouth, softening every moan and mewl. Jerking his hips, Blaine pushed in and out of Kurt, a sucking sound coming from between their thighs. It was so wet and hot and Kurt was dripping on his pants.

Kurt squeezed him, making him growl and slam himself deeper, almost touching Kurts little bundle of nerves. The little hand moved from his hair and Blaine just barely opened his eyes to see why Kurt had dropped it, but all he saw was piles of dress bunched up between them. He turned them to Kurts soft face, his lashes fluttering on his cheeks, his lips parted and so pink on Blaines, and his cheeks a bright pink. He was so gorgeous, panting for Blaine and mewling.

Abruptly, soft skin touched his hard ass, which made him jump. The hand slid between his cheeks and spread them, thin fingers poking around. Blaine was very surprised and almost held still, not wanting to startle Kurt. Kurt rubbed up and down, then he paused on Blaines puckered hole.

He slid one finger inside, but that was enough for Blaine to almost roar. He thrust much faster, pounding in and out of Kurt, and Kurt squealed every time he slid back in. Circling inside of Blaine as best he could with shaking fingers, Kurt felt himself falling apart in Blaines arms. It was all so fast and Kurt was getting dizzy and he couldnt even breathe. He felt Blaines hot breath on his face, constantly blowing in and out.

A low sound he didnt even know he could make slipped off his tongue, and he tried to wriggle all the way down on Blaine. He disappeared inside of Kurt, his entire, long, thick length stretching him completely out. Both of them were panting and then they started shaking. Kurt shivered with his orgasm, feeling himself come on Blaines pants. Blaine quickly put a hand under his cock, catching all of the liquid. He massaged a little bit out of Kurt, his palm rolling his tiny, pink tip.

Tears spilled from Kurts eyes, hot tears that burned his cheeks and made his lips tremble. "Blaine..." it was a weak sound, and he laid against Blaines chest, leaving his limp body completely in Blaines care.

Blaines knees almost caved because he was shuddering so hard, trying to hold Kurt up and catch all of that sweetness at the same time. "Oh, baby... baby... Kurt, youre so hot." Kissing Kurt after he thought hed shot all of his come into Kurts ass, he lifted his hand to Kurts mouth. Kurt licked the small pool in Blaines palm almost hungrily, and Blaine got painfully hard again in seconds. "So sexy."

Blaine drank some of the come, then he pressed his mouth to Kurts. The flavor was shared between them. He could taste and smell it from Kurts lips, and he was sure Kurt could, too, from his. "Mm..." Kurt slid his hand up and down Blaines chest and stomach, just barely brushing his fingers on his cock. "May I clean you?"

Blaine didnt know what he meant, but he knew that Kurt being anywhere near his cock couldnt be bad. He nodded, and Kurt untangled himself and knelt between his thighs. He licked Blaines tip, and Blaine threw his head back. His small tongue wrapped around Blaines shaft, sliding up and down, up and down. He reached up with a tiny hand and cupped one of Blaines sacs because he couldnt fit the other in his palm. Squeezing him, he rubbed the other a little, then lifted his blond head and smiled.

"Baby..." Blaine had no idea what to say to show him how much he liked that, so he silently pulled Kurt to his feet and pushed him against the wall again. He dropped to his knees and lifted Kurts dress again. He ducked between his legs, feeling the dress spill around him again, hiding him from Kurts view.

Kurts small cock and bottom were so close to his face, and his mouth watered. Devouring Kurt in one suckle, he took him completely in and cleaned the wetness away, Kurts pre-come smeared all over the pink shaft. He heard Kurt make a sound of pleasure, so he popped off and kissed back to his sacs, spending time on each one. Moving from his sacs, he gently kissed his widened hole to soothe it, then licked his inner thighs to clean the come that had spilled from him. He was very slow with his tongue, stroking every inch of skin, kissing and nibbling. He never wanted to stop tasting Kurts delicious skin.

Once he was clean, he kept between Kurts butt and cock, kissing so softly. Pushing his tongue up his hole, he whispered in a broken voice, "Youre like a little candy. A cupcake right here... you can fill it with sweet jelly." Going back to his sacs, he put his mouth against them and muttered, "And these... little berries. Maybe sugary strawberries... I love to lick the sugar off of those." He covered them with his tongue, and he heard Kurt chirp. His knees trembled, so Blaine grabbed one of them and massaged it. Sucking Kurt back into his mouth, he said with his mouth full, "And this... a lollipop. My favorite flavor is cherry."

Kurt reached down for him and grabbed his head through his dress, "Oh, Blaine... I cant. Youll make me come again."

Giving Kurt one last, loving kiss, Blaine pushed his dress away and lifted his head. Kurt was staring down at him, looking very flushed and crumpled. "Is that enough for now? I want to satisfy you." He kissed Kurts ankle before getting to his feet. "Because I have plenty of other positions we could try. I could put you on that table over there and spread your legs-"

Kurt turned bright red, "Oh, that sounds very nice, but this was more than I ever even dreamed. Youre a very satisfying lover."

Blaine looked very intrigued, "Youve dreamed about doing scandalous things with me?"

Kurt blushed again, "Its not very proper, but, yes. Oh, I imagine you taking me to empty rooms just like this... in school, or at parties, or at the mall. You kiss me and hold me and whisper that you love me..." his eyes widened, "but we never do anything like this in my dreams. Oh, Blaine, youre a very indecent man."

Leaning closer to him, Blaine hovered above him, stretching one arm above his head and putting his face very close to Kurts. He could see the pinkest blush in his cheeks, the way his blond lashes quivered whenever Blaine blew out. Sliding his fingers under Kurts chin, he tilted his head so their eyes could meet, "How was your first time doing anything scandalous? Was it good? Did I make you nervous?"

"Mm... yes." He blinked a few times, "I was very nervous at first... but it was wonderful. I felt so pleasured. Your arms were so warm around me and youre a very good kisser. Oh, Blaine..." he cooed, falling against his chest.

"Honey, youre so sweet." Blaine blew out heavily, holding Kurt tightly and smoothing his hair. Realizing his pants were still down and his bare ass was showing, he smirked a little and reached back to cover himself. "Let me get dressed and then Ill help you with your sashes and buttons." He pulled his pants up and zipped them, hiding his cock again, then he reached for Kurt.

Kurt turned around and pushed his bottom out at him, giving Blaine access to the sash. Grinning at his half naked body and the way he was standing, he muttered, "Honey, you look hot right now." Tying the sash, he turned him around and pulled up his panties, much to his grievance, then his pantyhose. Their clothes were a little more wrinkled but no one would suspect anything.

When Blaine turned around and held his hand out for Kurt, Kurt stayed behind, nibbling his bottom lip. Blaine glanced at him, frowning at his worried expression, "Honey, whats wrong?"

Kurts cheeks turned red and he looked down at Blaines pants, "I-I..." he couldnt say it, so Blaine followed his gaze but couldnt see anything.

"Whats the matter, baby?" Blaine murmured. "You dont have to be shy. Can you still see the bulge? Youre gorgeous... its not difficult to get hard for you."

Kurts eyes widened to the size of saucers, "Oh, no... its not that. Well, yes, it is that. You can see the bulge, but... I... I came on you."

Putting his hand on his thigh, he felt a wet spot and raised his brows, "Oh, honey... its okay. You cant see it." He chuckled and leaned closer to Kurt, kissing him, "I think we need to do more scandalous things. Maybe the next time I take you on a shopping spree." Wrapping his arm around Kurt, he kissed his cheek and checked his dress to make sure everything was in place, then he reached for Pavarotti and put him back in his pocket.

They left that room and immediately heard the soft music again, and Blaine sighed heavily. He was more relaxed now, but that didnt mean he was any less annoyed with the other people in the room. His perfect place was somewhere he could be alone with Kurt, just the two of them. He could kiss him, hold his hand, rip up his dresses whenever he wanted, and hear him sing pretty songs all day long.

Walking deeper into the room, Blaine held onto Kurt and jumped when he heard someone yell his name. He looked over his shoulder, shocked to see Cooper pushing through the crowd with Alicia on his heels. "Coop?"

Alicia held her arms out for Kurt, and he gasped, scurrying over to her. They hugged tightly, then got to chattering about Alicias bigger stomach as Coop pulled Blaine into his arms and shook him. "My little brother!" He punched him on the arm, "You bad boy, what have you been doing with Kurt? You have sex all over you."

Blaine was embarrassed and punched Coop back, "Coop, stop yelling." His brows furrowed and he looked at Alicia, who was holding her stomach and looking at it, "What are you doing here? I thought you were getting ready for India."

"I am," he shrugged, "well... Im supposed to be. Thats what my producer thinks Im doing. But I heard you and Kurt were visiting New York and I had to see my baby brother. You look good, Blaine. Ive missed you. Give your big brother another hug."

Blaine held his brother tight, relieved to see him after a few months of being apart. He was always happy to see Coop. After he let his brother go, he saw that Alicia and Kurt had come near. Alicia was noticeably bigger, her stomach a little rounder. She noticed where he was looking and smiled at it, "The babys developing very well. The doctor said hes a little small, but that just means hell be shorter like his uncle." She teased, and Kurt giggled with her, touching her stomach again.

His cheeks glowed, "I feel him kick. Oh, Alicia, Im so happy. Hell be beautiful."

"You think so?" She patted her stomach, "Youre right, Kurt. Hell be gorgeous. I think hell look more like his daddy, maybe dark skin from his Filipino heritage. And blue eyes."

"Thats right." Cooper agreed, "Hell be handsome like his daddy." Suddenly smirking, the same crooked smirk that Blaine had, he waved a finger at Kurt. "Speaking of good looks, why doesnt the cutest boy in the world come give his favorite man a hug? I havent seen you since California and Ive missed you like crazy!"

Kurt giggled and hugged Coop, squeaking when he squeezed him and lifted him off his toes. When he set him back down, he playfully touched Blaines jaw, "Dont say that in front of Blaine. Hed be jealous if he knew."

Coop made a pitiful face and pinched Blaines cheek, laughing when he swatted him away, "My poor brother. Even the love of your life likes me more than you. Come on, pretty face. You can be my date to watch the fireworks."

Bouncing on his toes, Kurt forgot about his injured foot and mewled, but Blaine quickly caught him and helped him off of it. "Oh, the fireworks! We have to see the fireworks!"

Alicia laughed at him, "Theyre both so excitable." Wrapping her arms around Kurt, she murmured, "We still have a while but I guess we can go out. Its a pretty night and the cool air is good for a pregnant woman." She took Kurts hand and let him lead her out to one of the empty balconies, Blaine and Coop right on their heels.

Kurt went up to the edge of the balcony, Blaine quickly taking a spot behind him and holding onto him so he didnt fall. He looked out at the pretty scenery and smiled, "Its so beautiful. Oh, Blaine, look."

"This is what wed want our wedding to look like." Alicia murmured from beside of Kurt, leaning back into Cooper, who was holding onto her. When Kurt looked at her with wide eyes, she grinned, "Cooper proposed to me. Were getting married, Kurt." She held out her hand for him to look at, and he shrieked at the pink ring shimmering on her finger.

Kurt clapped his hand to his mouth to quiet a squeal, "Oh, thats wonderful news! Alicia, Im so happy for you!"

"Uh huh." Cooper reached over and scrubbed Kurts hair, making it a little bit of a mess. "And we want you to plan it. You know, the cake, the colors, everything. And we want you two to be our best men. I couldnt get married without my brother there."

Blaines lips quirked, while Kurt squealed and hopped on one foot again. "Oh, thatd be amazing! Your wedding will be so pretty. I already have so many ideas. Ive been planning my wedding since I was little. Itll be a fairytale theme with lots of glitter and sparkles and pink!"

Cooper chuckled, "Well, its a good thing I love pink."

Kurt went on, "And for your wedding gift I could give you another bird! Then Pavarotti could have a playmate!" He looked at Blaines pocket, but the bird was still asleep. "Oh, hes very sleepy right now because its past his bedtime."

Alicia giggled at him, amused by his enthusiasm. She glanced at Blaine, who was watching Kurt with fascination. "Blaine, hes very cute." She turned and followed Coops gaze to the sky, where a few fireworks had started to crackle. "Kurt, look, the fireworks. Theyll start the countdown soon."

Kurt felt Blaines arms wrap around him from behind, and he snuggled against his neck and chest. "Its our very first New Years Eve together."

"The first of many." Blaine whispered in his ear, taking Pavarotti from his pocket and stirring the sleepy bird. He perched him on his shoulder so he could watch the bright lights flashing. "Its beautiful, Kurt." Nuzzling him, he quietly added, "Youre so beautiful."

Kurt trembled and held onto Blaine, hearing voices from nearby start the count at ten. "Blaine?"

"Nine." Alicia whispered happily beside him, hanging onto Cooper.

Blaine kissed Kurts ear, "Yeah, honey?"

Cooper reached over and patted Blaines arm, "Seven!"

Kurt tilted his head away from the booming fireworks and looked at Blaine, his blue eyes shining and glittering with the reflections of the lights. "Im happy to be yours. I love you very much." Kissing Blaines cheek, he heard Cooper yell another number. "Four." He murmured, watching another firework spring into the sky.

Putting his face very close to Kurts, he whispered, "Kurt..."

"Two!" Alicia squealed, and Pavarotti chirped at her, obviously getting in on the fun, too.

"I love you more than anything." Alicia and Cooper screamed the last number, and Blaine lifted Kurts mouth to his and kissed him, stroking him with his tongue, a passionate kiss that never seemed to end. He heard whistles and shouts and laughter, felt confetti on his shoulders, but all that mattered to him was that Kurt was in his arms.

Kurt looped his arms around his shoulders and deepened the kiss with a tilt of his chin, and Blaine picked him up off his feet. "Happy New Year, my love." He softly whispered on Blaines mouth, and Blaine grinned. Pavarotti chirped in his ear, which made him briefly pull his mouth from Kurts.

His brother shook his shoulders, and Alicia laughed at his crazed show. Kurt and Blaine kissed one more time, but they didnt let each other go. Giving Pavarotti a kiss, Kurt squeaked, "Happy New Year, Pavarotti!"

Pavarotti chirped and nipped at the fluttering confetti that kept pouring from the roof.

Holding onto Kurt, Blaine watched the scene settle down, the confetti falling to the ground and the fireworks slowly fading away. The screams got lower until everything was quiet again, except for Alicia and Coopers broken laughter as they picked confetti off each other.

After a few minutes, they got it all off and turned to Kurt and Blaine. Coop held his arms out for his brother, "Ive got to go. Ill be driving all night to get to my next meeting. I really had fun with you, Blaine." He let go of Blaine and tugged Kurt close, gently swinging him back and forth, "You look out for my brother, pretty face. You make him smile and thats good enough for me."

"Goodbye, Cooper!" Kurt chirped, then he let Alicia pull him close. The two of them mentioned how wonderful the other looked and Kurt felt the baby one last time, then they stepped away from them.

"Love you, Blainey!" Cooper yelled as he walked away, and Blaine softly said it back.

Once things were silent again and they were alone, Blaine returned his attention to Kurt, who was sparkling with confetti in his hair and on his dress. He smiled at him, "Kurt, youre so gorgeous."

Kurt held onto the skirt of his dress and shyly blushed, whimpering when Blaine bent for another kiss. "Thank you," he whispered to Blaine.

Blaine smoothed a piece of confetti from his hair, "What for?"

The corners of Kurts eyes wrinkled with a smile, and he stood on his toes to give Blaines cheek another kiss. "For being the man I love." Snuggling under Blaines chin, Kurt smiled when Blaine lifted him onto his toes and rocked them back and forth.

Blaine closed his eyes and rested his head on Kurts, hearing him hum to a pretty tune. He kissed the top of his head and held him close, feeling so loved in his arms.