Blaine brushed his fingertips over Kurts pale cheek when the plane shuddered and the seatbelt sign flashed, "Kurt... Kurt, baby, its time to wake up." Kurts nose twitched. He burrowed into Blaines shirt and grabbed handfuls of his jacket.

"Its too bright." He mumbled to Blaines chest.

Blaine cuddled Kurt tighter and smoothed his hair. Rubbing his forehead, Blaine yawned and rolled his shoulders. He glanced at Puck, who had his nose buried in his phone. "What time is it?"

Puck lifted a pair of dull eyes to his face, "Almost eight. Man, why did Schuester have to get us an overnight plane? My neck is so cramped."

Finn returned from the front of the plane, his arms trembling as he balanced packs of peanuts and small cups of water in his hands. He stopped by Blaine and handed him one of the cups, then passed another to Puck.

Blaine put the cup to his mouth and sighed as chunks of ice hit his dried lips. Kurt stirred against him and squeezed his chest, so Blaine pulled the cup away and pressed it to Kurts lips. "Mm..." he sipped the cool drink. "Im so thirsty... and hungry."

Finn offered Kurt a pack of peanuts, and Kurt took it and munched the salty nuts.

"Schuester said hell give us three hours of free time before we have to meet up and rehearse." Finn said, flicking his eyes between Blaine and Puck. "Me and Puck are hitting this diner and then heading over to an arcade. Blaine, are you in?"

"Fries, burgers, milkshakes, and Dance, Dance Revolution." Puck smiled, bumping fists with Finn, "I wont let you beat me again, Anderson. You cheated at the sleepover, anyway."

"Sore loser." Finn coughed.

Blaine arched his brows at them, "Kurt and I might catch up with you later. Kurt loves to sight-see."

The plane shook again, and Kurt moaned as he pressed his belly, "I feel dizzy."

"Close your eyes." Blaine took him against his chest. "Hold onto me."

Kurt laid his lashes on his cheeks and cuddled into Blaine, his body weak and limp. Blaine ran his finger up and down Kurts back, then returned his attention to Finn and Puck. Puck folded his hands behind his head and stretched his legs. "How long will it be until we land? Poor cutie is green." He grumbled, accidentally kicking the tiny bag at Kurts feet. He jumped when it chirped.

Blaine bent to collect the purse, and Pavarotti and Everett poked their beaks out of the holes cut on either side. "Kurt brings his birds everywhere." Finn muttered to Puck, "You get used to it after a while."

The plane smacked the runway, startling Kurt as his head lifted and he gripped Blaine tighter. He turned and looked out the window, "Oh, were here." He said to no one in particular.

Blaine unstrapped his seatbelt and reached for Kurts hand, lifting him to his feet. The rest of the glee club struggled to stand on sluggish legs. Blaine left Kurt to step into the aisle and get his bag from the overhead storage, and he slung it over his shoulder. Taking Kurts hand again, Blaine walked with him to the front of the plane.

Finn and Puck were right on their heels as they stepped off the plane and met Schuester at the entrance to the airport. Schuester patted Finns shoulder, "Guys, Ill find your luggage and get you checked in to the hotel. Blaine, you bought a separate hotel room for you and Kurt, didnt you?"

Blaine nodded.

"Okay," Schuester glanced past them when the rest of the group arrived, "I want you guys back at the hotel in three hours. Stay in groups."

Hooking his arm around Finns shoulders, Puck grinned at Blaine. "Well see you later, Lady Fabulous." He pulled Blaine close and scrubbed his hair, then pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Bye, cutie." He winked at Kurt.

Finn got in a little wave before Puck dragged him off.

Blaine rubbed the saliva off his cheek and grimaced, then glimpsed at Kurt as he took a step away. He checked out everything from the souvenir shops to the café. Sniffing in that direction, Kurt frowned and rubbed his stomach.

Sliding his fingers through Kurts, Blaine kissed his jaw and nudged him toward the tiny coffee shop, "You can get whatever you want, sweetheart."

"Oh, thank you!" Kurt looked over the board, tapping his chin as he considered his choices, "Mm... I cant decide between a blueberry muffin and the coffee cake."

"Ill get you both," Blaine decided, and ordered those and a latte for himself.

After he grabbed the food and his drink, Blaine pinched Kurts skirt and led him over to a small table in the corner. He pulled out a chair for Kurt. Kurt blushed and nipped his bottom lip as he sat down. "Thats very gentlemanly of you."

Blaine yanked the chair on the other side of the table closer to Kurt, "Are you sure you dont want a coffee? Or water?"

"Hm... no..." Kurt shook his head, "but your drink does smell good." He pulled the latte closer to himself and licked the whipped cream off the top, then gave it back to Blaine.

Blaine smirked at him, "Kurt, you have..." he pointed at his own nose. Kurt tilted his head, not getting what Blaine was trying to say. Blaine couldnt control himself anymore and laughed, leaning across the table and kissing the tip of Kurts nose. "I dont know about the rest of the drink, but the whipped cream is very good."

Kurt still didnt understand. Blaine put his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his fist, his gentle eyes on Kurts small face. Kurt suddenly realized why Blaine looked so humored and covered his nose with three fingers, "Oh!"

Blaine laughed again, tearing a piece off Kurts muffin and popping it into his mouth. "Youre adorable."

"Im so embarrassed!" Kurt cried, slumping and crossing his arms. He stuck his bottom lip out in a pout.

"It was cute." Blaine argued, "But your pouty face is a close second."

Kurt pursed his lips so Blaine couldnt see it anymore.

Blaine pouted that time, then distracted himself by taking a bite out of Kurts coffee cake. "We have to see Times Square today. Its one of the most romantic places in New York and..." he paused and cleared his throat, "when we came to New York before... I wanted to kiss you so badly there. I never got the chance to."

Kurts mouth was suddenly dry and his fingers were tingly. Standing on shaky legs, Kurt bent and cupped Blaines face. He pressed their lips and tugged Blaine to his feet. "Come," he whispered into Blaines mouth. Blaine grabbed what was left of their food and his latte, getting right on Kurts heels.

"Kurt, where are we going?" Blaine slid his fingers through Kurts, finishing off his latte and pitching it in a nearby trashcan.

"I want to be adventurous, Blaine." Kurt smiled and walked through the sliding doors. His heels clicked on the pavement as soon as they stepped outside. "I want to see everything with you."

"What do you want to do?" Blaine lifted Kurt over a broken part of the pavement, then set him back down.

Kurt spotted a fountain on the other side of the road and pointed at it, "Blaine, look how pretty!"

He hopped and clapped his hands, scurrying over to the running water. Blaine followed him and stopped at the ledge, while Kurt jumped onto it and made a circle around the fountain. When he got back around to Blaine, Blaine reached out and snatched him, swinging him against his chest. Kurt squealed with laughter and looped his arms around Blaines neck.

Blaine sat on the edge of the fountain and propped Kurt in his lap. Kurt poked the bubbling water, then took his finger out and shook it. "Its so cold." He touched his damp finger to Blaines cheek. Blaine turned his head and kissed the wrinkled tip, warming it.

Returning his attention to the fountain, Kurt looked at the rippling water and slipped his foot out of his shoe. He skimmed his toes over the top of the water. "I like this." He whispered to Blaine, "Being held by you like this."

"Mm hm..." Blaine buried his face in Kurts hair, pressing kisses over the dark blond coif.

Spotting a patch of tulips by Blaines shoe, Kurt bent and picked a yellow one. He held it to his nose and breathed in the flowery perfume, then stuck it above Blaines ear. Blaine opened his eyes and touched the petals, his eyebrows furrowed. Kurt giggled, "The yellow makes your eyes pop."

Blaine ran a hand over his hair and pulled a pink tulip from the bunch, braiding it through Kurts hair. "Pretty." He kissed Kurts chin.

Kurt curled into Blaine, humming his approval. "You know how to romance, dont you, Blaine Anderson?"

"You dont know the half of it," Blaine whispered in his ear and licked the lobe. "Now I want to do something. Close your eyes."

Kurt looked doubtful of him, "What is it, Blaine?"

"Just trust me."

Sighing, Kurt closed his eyes and let Blaine take his hands. Blaine stood and half carried Kurt over to a little shop tucked away at the end of the street. Kurt scrunched his nose at the strong scents, "Blaine? What smells like... fried tomatoes?"

Blaine laughed and set Kurt down in an area away from other people, "Stay here. Dont open your eyes."

Kurt reached out for him when he walked away, but he returned a few minutes later and touched Kurts face. Kurt jumped. "Its okay," he kissed his forehead, "its just me." He nudged Kurt out the door and leaned him against a wall. "How much do you trust me, Kurt?"

Kurt started to open his eyes, then remembered what Blaine said and quickly closed them, "Too much." He giggled, then sniffed again, "What do you have? Mm, it smells so delicious. My belly is rumbling."

Blaine lifted a slice to Kurts lips, "Bite down."

Kurt closed his lips around the cheesy mess and pulled, sauce squirting from the edges and stringy pieces of cheese clinging to his chin. His eyes popped open with alarm. "Oh, Blaine!" He flailed his hands, and Blaine tried not to double over with laughter. Tears sprang from his eyes. "Ive never seen a food with so many carbs!" He said with his mouth full of pizza.

Blaine licked the cheese and sauce off Kurts chin and lips, then put his face against Kurts chest as Kurt frantically chewed and swallowed. Kurt swatted the rest of the pizza away. Shaking with laughter, Blaine kissed Kurts collarbones, chest, and stomach. "Ill gain seven pounds from that, thank you very much!"

Blaine couldnt stop laughing, "I like my men with wider hips."

Kurt turned away and crossed his arms, pointing his nose up. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt from behind, "Oh, baby... I was teasing with you. Are you too upset?"

"Im not upset." Kurts bottom lip trembled, "I dont like that it tasted good."

That sent Blaine on another riot. Pressing his lips to Kurts neck, Blaine muttered, "Was that your first New York style pizza?" Kurt nodded. "Ill help you finish it if you want more."

Kurt mashed his lips as he thought over Blaines offer, then he nodded again, "Just two more bites."

"Three."

"Two, Blaine Anderson."

"Blaine! Blaine, look!" Kurt patted Blaines arm and pointed into one of the shops, and Blaine followed his finger to a bedazzled Snuggie. "Theres another one! You owe me a kiss!"

Blaine kissed Kurts expectant mouth, "You know, with your kind of betting, neither one of us is getting punished."

Kurt bounced on his toes, "I have the satisfaction of not only winning, but also getting kisses." Turning around, he looked longingly at the Snuggie, "I could use a Snuggie right now. Ive heard that theyre very comfy."

"Are you getting sore?" Blaine stopped and bent over, "Here, get on my back."

Kurt eagerly climbed onto Blaine and hooked his feet around his hips, his arms falling over his shoulders. Blaine boosted him higher up and held onto his butt. "Ive never been carried like this before." He mentioned idly, running his fingers through Blaines gelled hair that was slowly frizzing from the glue.

Blaine tickled Kurts left butt cheek, and he squirmed. "We have about an hour before we have to go to the hotel. Is there anything else you want to see?"

Kurt laid his cheek on Blaines nape, "Wait... Times Square. We have to see that."

"Kurt, if youre tired-"

Kurt scratched Blaines shoulder, "Please? I really do want to see it... and kiss you there."

"Youre so sweet." Blaine kept walking forward and they passed about six blocks before he stopped, "Its up there." He put Kurt on his feet and took his hand, and they walked up to the plaza. It wasnt busy yet because of how early it was, giving both of them a clear view of the towering buildings.

"Do you like it, Kurt?" Blaine whispered to him, stroking his hair.

"I love it!" Kurt squeaked, prancing up to a Broadway theatre. "Oh, Blaine, Im so happy to see this with you!"

Kurts eyes widened to the size of saucers when water squirted out of a sprinkler about a foot away from him. Another spray followed, and then twenty more. Shrieking, Kurt skipped into the water, much to Blaines surprise. Blaine watched as Kurt danced around in the sprinklers, laughing as he caught the water in his hands.

Kurts pretty dress was soon soaked, and his darkened hair was dripping. "Blaine!" He motioned for Blaine to join him, "Blaine, Blaine! This is so much fun!"

Blaine stepped toward the sprinklers and took Kurts bird purse off his shoulder. He laid it down so Pavarotti and Everett werent soaked, then got in with Kurt. Kurt hopped toward him and pulled him into a direct spray. Giggling, Kurt jumped onto his body and hugged him tightly, his blue eyes huge and sparkling with excitement.

Blaine couldnt breathe.

Kurt tossed his head and closed his eyes, delighting in the cool droplets chasing each other down his neck and slipping into his bodice. Blaine watched them disappear one by one into his wet dress, the material clinging to his body.

He really couldnt breathe.

"Youre beautiful," he hadnt realized hed spoken aloud until Kurt lifted his head, water dripping from his lashes and onto his nose, and his lips moist and puffy.

Kurt grinned at him and pushed his hair off his eyebrow. "Pardon?"

"Youre beautiful," he said again. "So fucking beautiful. I want you."

The smile slipped off Kurts lips and he looked confused until Blaine suddenly lunged at Kurts mouth, devouring him. Kurt moaned and twisted his fingers in Blaines ruined hair, his legs tightening and body pressing to Blaines hardened, tense chest.

Blaine licked Kurts bottom lip and Kurt opened, and he tangled his tongue with Kurts. "Oh," he whimpered, clinging to Blaine, "Blaine... Blaine... were not alone yet. Do not kiss me like this until were in our hotel room."

"Lets skip rehearsals." Blaine begged, "Lets be alone. Kurt, please, I have to have you. I need to be inside of you. I want relief in your warm, tight-"

Kurt squeaked again and covered Blaines mouth with his palm, "Shh... Not here. Okay. Okay. I want to be with you, too."

Blaine hunted for Kurts lips again and pressed his mouth very firmly to them, "I cant stop wanting you." He hissed, pressing his cheek to the slippery material of Kurts dress. Kurt quivered and moaned.

Blaine dropped between Kurts spread thighs and pressed his mouth to Kurts throat. Kurt was breathing too quickly, almost panting. "So beautiful..." His muscular hand grabbed Kurts thigh, then he slid it up to Kurts pulsing cock. "Youre needy."

"Mm..." was the only sound Kurt could make as Blaine rubbed his leaking tip with his thumb.

Blaine wrapped his hand around Kurts small cock and gently rubbed up and down, up and down. "Ive never seen such a pretty cock." Blaine looked between their bodies at Kurts stiff sex, "So pale... your pink, little tip... soft..."

He took Kurts hand and brought it to his cock, "Touch yourself, my little sweet. You should know why I think your body is so pleasuring."

Blushing, Kurt looked away from Blaine and brushed his knuckles against his tip. "Youre embarrassed." Blaine sat up on his knees and bent over Kurts cock, placing a kiss at his tip. "Dont be shy with me."

Kurt slowly wrapped his hand around his sex and mewled. Blaines eyes narrowed and he grabbed his own cock, pulling it. "Like... this? I dont know how." He pushed his bottom lip out again.

Blaine smiled at his innocent lover. "Exactly like that. Oh, dont pout, pretty thing. Ill make you feel better." He rubbed his thumb across Kurts plump lips and sucked Kurts bottom lip between his teeth. "I love your rosy mouth... making it moist and swollen with kisses..."

Kurt shyly poked his tongue at Blaines, his toes curling into Blaines leg hair when he licked Kurts tongue. Blaine parted from Kurt with a wet sound. He looked ruffled, his hair sticking up and his eyes huge and bright. His mouth was as red as a cherry and his lips were parted, heavy pants blowing out of him.

Kicking a leg over Kurts waist, Blaine straddled him and slid his hands under his butt. He cupped his cheeks and peeled them apart, two of his fingers tracing up and down his crack. Blaine bent over Kurts neck and bit the soft skin, "So soft... so sweet... Mm, Kurt..."

Kurt giggled when Blaine decorated him in kisses, "You make me sound like a yummy treat... Oh! Im very ticklish there!"

Blaine lifted his head, and Kurt smoothed his fingertips over his rough jaw, the stubble scratchy on his soft skin. "You are a yummy treat." Blaine grinned at him, pressing kisses on Kurts cheeks and nose.

Looping his arms around Blaines neck, Kurt giggled and kissed the soft spot under Blaines chin. He rubbed Blaines powerful shoulders and the hard lines of his back, his muscles rippling under Kurts gentle touch. Kurt got to the curve of Blaines ass and paused, then took the muscular cheeks in his palms and squeezed.

Blaine grunted and bucked, hissing when his pulsing cock rubbed Kurts. "Oh, babe..." he moaned lowly and pushed himself back up on his elbows.

Kurt circled Blaines left cheek with his finger, "Please... I liked that."

Blaines eyes darkened and his mouth fell open. He pushed his hips down and brushed his cock against Kurts. His pre-cum leaked onto Kurt and moistened the bottom of his cock, and he kept rubbing it. Kurt dug his nails into Blaines ass and he squeaked.

Rubbing faster, Blaine reached between Kurts legs and touched his scrotum and the top of his cock. He massaged the throbbing scrotum and Kurt cried again, his hips swiveling to match Blaines rhythm. "B-Blaine... I cant!"

"A little more, baby," Blaine encouraged, circling his thumb around Kurts weeping tip. "Oh, sweetheart, youre so close."

Kurts thumb followed his to the point of his cock, so he took it and rubbed the pink skin, "How does that feel? Look at yourself, Kurt. Youre gorgeous."

"It feels good," Kurt whimpered, "and soft." He reached for Blaines cock and wrapped his hand around the shaft, "You feel harder... and bigger." Parting his lips, Kurt moved so he could close his lips around Blaines head. He suckled and licked the largest vein protruding at the bottom of his cock. Blaine threw his head back with a noisy groan. "You taste salty." Kurt whispered after he pulled his lips off. "Do I taste just as salty, Blaine?"

"No, honey," Blaine said when he could get air, "you taste sweet." Pressing on Kurts tip, Blaine swiped up some pre-cum and held it to Kurts lips. "Lick."

Kurt licked Blaines thumb and mashed his lips, "Mm... I do taste sweet." His nose scrunched as he thought of a new question, "Do you like the way I taste? Is that why you kiss me there and take me between your lips every time we make love?"

Blaine shuddered and lowered himself between Kurts thighs, "I love the way you taste, honey. I love when I can lick it off my chin and lips when you come in my mouth. I love the way I can wrap my tongue around you. I love when you push yourself into my mouth. And I love kissing every inch of you and hearing you make those little sounds."

Closing his lips around Kurts crown, Blaine moved his head up and down and suckled gently. "Mm... oh, baby... so sweet..."

He lifted again and returned to Kurt, who put his hands on Blaines chest and knotted his fingers in the mat of dark hair. He pressed their lips again, and Kurt licked Blaines bottom lip. "You like the way you taste," Blaine kept pulling Kurts cock, "like a little berry... or sugar."

Kurt blushed and hid his face under a pillow, squeezing it to his cheeks. Blaine rubbed some pre-cum onto his thumb again and held it above the pillow. He tried peeling the fabric off of Kurt, but he hugged it tighter. "Can you tell me what berry you taste like? I thought it was blueberry."

Squirming, Kurt rolled onto his stomach, giving Blaine a good view of a round, pink bottom. He pinched the left cheek, "You have a cute, little bottom, Kurt."

"I do?" Kurts blue eyes lifted and he glimpsed at Blaine, only to flush and hide again. "Oh, youre ogling it!" He moaned into his pillow, kicking his feet.

Blaine laughed and petted Kurts bottom, "I love your little dimples right here and here." He pressed his fingers into the two spots on Kurts right and left cheeks. Putting his face above it, Blaine smothered Kurts butt in wet kisses. "Kurt?"

Kurt sniffed.

"Baby, I want to enter you from behind." Blaine rubbed Kurts back. "Ill be gentle... I wont hurt you."

Kurt peeked at Blaine, half his face still squished to the pillow. "I trust you."

Blaine kissed the small of Kurts back, "I know, sweetheart." He wrapped his arms around Kurt and lifted his hips from the bed. Pointing Kurts butt at the ceiling, Blaine got to his knees and pressed his balmy tip to Kurts pink scrotum.

"Oh," Kurt looked over his shoulder at Blaine, "that feels good." His cheeks were dusted in pink and his lips were wet, and Blaine almost drooled over him.

Shuddering, Blaine pushed into Kurts tight heat and stroked Kurts back, "Are you okay?"

"Mm... y-yes." Kurt dug his fingers into the pillow.

Blaine jerked his hips back, then plunged in. The bed shook and slammed into the wall. Moaning, Kurt stretched to meet Blaines stuttering hips. It didnt take very long to push Blaine over the edge. He thrust against Kurts prostate, shouting when Kurt squealed and clenched. His tight walls squeezed Blaine, and Blaine rocked inside of Kurt as he exploded, his come dripping down Kurts thighs.

When he finally got control of his body again, Blaine slid out of Kurt and pulled him into his arms, collapsing to the bed. He tugged Kurt against his chest and kissed his nape. Sighing, Kurt ran his fingertip over his sticky thigh and put it on his tongue. "Its definitely cherry, my Blaine."

Blaine chuckled, "I still think its blueberry, but cherries are a favorite of mine, too." Taking Kurts leg and lifting it, Blaine dropped between his thighs and licked Kurt again.

Blaine rubbed his nose against Kurts, smiling when his pink mouth opened in a yawn. "Go to sleep, beautiful thing. I wont let you go." He wrapped his arms around Kurt and pulled him close. Kurt curled into his body, rubbing his puffy eyes. Blaine covered him with the blankets and hummed, but quickly growled and shot a glare over his shoulder when someone knocked on the door.

Kurts blue eyes popped open and he lifted from Blaines chest, "Oh, who would be visiting so late?"

Blaine laid Kurt down again, "Ive got it, sweetheart." He threw his legs off the bed and stalked over to the door, yanking on a pair of boxers as he went. He opened the door and furrowed his brows at the entire of the glee club on the other side, Finn and Schuester in front. "Whats going on?"

Finns eyes widened as he spotted Kurt bundled under the blankets, his bare shoulders sticking out. "Kurt, are you naked?"

Kurt shrieked and searched himself for anything that might be showing.

"No..." Finn shook his head, "youre not... I just thought..." He looked back at Blaine. "Are you doing my little brother on the Nationals trip?"

Puck coughed, "They are engaged, and this is Blaine were talking about. What did you expect? Calm down."

Schuester waved Puck off, "Finn... uh... lets worry about that later. Yeah... um... Blaine, we have some bad news. If you want to get dressed..."

"Tell me now," Blaine demanded.

Finn nodded for Blaine to leave the room, his eyes on Kurts curious face, "We want to tell you alone."

Blaine looked over his shoulder at Kurt, then back at Finn and Schuester, "Okay." He glanced at Kurt again, "Sweetheart, Ill be back in a minute. Dont worry."

Puck stepped past Blaine, "Ill stay with him."

Finn shut the door and pulled Blaine away from it, "Dont freak out, okay?"

"I wont." Blaine shrugged, "What, Finn?"

Schuester cleared his throat, "Blaine... we got a call from one of the Nationals judges. He said he used to work with Kurt... hes a fashion designer, too. Kurt wore a few of his things on the runway." Blaine still wasnt reacting, so he tried to finish in one breath, "He said hes very sorry and that he enjoyed working with Kurt, but he has to disqualify Kurt because hes a professional."

Blaines jaw dropped, "What?"

Across the hallway, the elevator doors dinged. Finn grabbed onto Blaines shoulder to keep him steady, but he released him just as quickly. "Santana?"

Blaine narrowed his eyes at Finn. "What?" He said for the last time.

He followed Finns wide eyed gaze to the elevator doors as they slid open, and out walked Santana and Brittany.