The next morning, Kurt is lying in bed, fully awake but attempting to keep his eyes closed as long as possible, just luxuriating in the warmth of his and Blaine's bed. The light from the sun through the window illuminates Kurt's eyelids with a red glow and Kurt stubbornly fights against it, rolling over onto his stomach while reaching an arm out to sprawl across Blaine. Except it's only the down comforter that his arm hits, instead of his boyfriend's body. Kurt's eyes fly open in confusion. Rolling over again, he sits up and just as he does so, Blaine walks into the room from the bathroom wearing only his boxers.

"Good morning, beautiful," he greets Kurt, as he crawls back onto the bed on his hands and knees, stopping to sit cross-legged in front of the taller boy. He moves closer to kiss Kurt on the corner of his mouth, and Kurt can smell the cinnamon from Blaine's tooth paste on his breath. Blaine moves to kiss Kurt fully on the mouth, but Kurt ducks his head, cheekily nipping Blaine on the jaw before making to get up.

"What was that for?" Blaine asks, pouting slightly as Kurt places one foot at a time into his fuzzy slippers and pads across the floor to the bathroom.

Kurt turns to look at him. "I haven't brushed my teeth yet. Morning breath is not sexy." Despite being together for 3 years, some things don't change. Like Kurt's hygiene regimen.

"I disagree," Blaine says, scrambling off the bed and walking up behind Kurt, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist as Kurt stands in front of the medicine cabinet, collecting his morning toiletries.

"You're gross," Kurt teases.

"You're hot," Blaine stands on his tip-toes to whisper into Kurt's ear.

"I'll be hotter if you let me clean up some," Kurt says, pushing Blaine back with his ass, realizing too late that this only encourages his boyfriend more as Blaine grinds his groin against him.

"But I like you dirty," Kurt hears Blaine growl, his hands finding their rightful place on Kurt's hips and rubbing his thumbs in circles over the fabric of Kurt's pajama pants. Kurt is doing his best to ignore his boyfriend's persistence, though, as he attempts to wash his face. But as he leans over the sink to rinse the cleanser off his skin, he realizes that bending over just now is a bad idea.

Or a really, really good idea.

Blaine, not one to pass up an opportunity, places a hand flat on Kurt's back, keeping him hunched over before rolling his hips into Kurt's ass. At feeling Blaine's semi-hard cock brush against his cheeks, Kurt forgets his morning routine and places both hands on either side of the sink, giving him better leverage to push back into Blaine. Kurt looks up for a moment, and in the mirror his eyes meet Blaine's. Dark with want, Blaine's eyes smolder into Kurt's, one side of his mouth turned up in a sly smirk.

Grabbing a hand towel off the rack by the mirror, Kurt dries his face off before turning around and wrapping the towel around Blaine's neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Blaine willingly obliges, allowing himself to gravitate toward his boyfriend's lips. It starts off slow as Kurt lets Blaine slide his tongue into Kurt's mouth and Kurt inhales slightly as the sensation of cinnamon alights his lips. But Blaine's mouth doesn't linger, instead he trails down Kurt's long neck, kissing every few inches down. He stops briefly to nibble on his shoulders before taking Kurt's arm in his hands. Slowly, he places kisses down the smoothness of Kurt's bicep and then the inside of his forearm, down over the back of his hand only to kiss the tip of each finger. Almost as a last minute impulse, he takes Kurt's pinky wholly into his mouth and swirls his tongue over it just once.

Kurt stands there, his heart racing as he watches Blaine move down his body, not daring to break eye contact with him. One hand still rests on the sink, but not for long as Blaine's lips meet the side of Kurt's abdomen, one hand splayed on the small of Kurt's back, the other over his navel. Instinctively, Kurt's hands fly into the mess of curls atop Blaine's head, tugging gently when Blaine's clipped nails dig into him and his tongue laves at the side of his torso. Unable to help himself, Kurt throws back his head and leans into the sink for support. Moving down, Blaine's lips place kisses on Kurt's hip while he fingers the band of Kurt's pajamas once more. Teasingly plucking at the elastic, Blaine looks up through thick eyelashes as Kurt looks down at him once more. Kurt's lips are slightly parted as he breathes heavily, his face flush with the heat of the moment, but it's the gleam in his eyes that signal to Blaine to continue.

Blaine's face is tauntingly close to Kurt's growing erection, and through the thin cotton of his pajama pants Kurt can feel his hot breath blowing against it at jagged intervals as Blaine's breathing becomes fast-paced. Gently getting into a more comfortable position on his knees, Blaine places his fingers underneath the fabric and gently tugs, sliding them over Kurt's cock and past his knees. Blaine's hands slide up the sides of Kurt's legs, which are shaking from anticipation, his knees practically knocking together. Blaine's hands find themselves cupping the swell of Kurt's ass and he squeezes, palming the soft skin there.

"Ooh, Blaine," breathes Kurt as his hips buck forward. Blaine steadies him with his grip on Kurt's backside before continuing his ministrations, tormentingly close to the base of Kurt's now fully erect cock. His tongue traces the line where Kurt's hips meet his thigh and Kurt moans with longing.

"Please, Blaine, stop teasing me," Kurt begs, attempting to guide Blaine's lips away from his thigh and toward his cock.

Without a word, Blaine obeys, immediately closing his lips over the head of Kurt's penis, causing Kurt to sharply inhale in surprise before exhaling a deeply satisfied groan. Kurt's fingers tangle themselves more in his lover's curls as Blaine swirls his tongue over the tip while simultaneously sucking, creating a mind-blowing sensation and for a second Kurt swears he is rendered unconscious, just barely catching himself before his knees buckle from underneath him. Blaine's cheeks are concave as his lips continue to move over Kurt's dick, his fingers digging into Kurt's ass.

"Blaine, I'm gonna-I'm so close!" Kurt whines as Blaine quickens his pace, sliding one hand down between the crevice of Kurt's ass, swiping his index finger over Kurt's entrance.

Kurt is past the point of no return and before he knows it he's coming, hard. "Oh! Ahh-" Blaine's mouth is still firmly around his cock, swallowing everything Kurt has to offer before sliding his lips off of Kurt's slowly softening erection. Before he moves to stand up, he places a few soft kisses along the sides and then up toward Kurt's navel.

Kurt is still reeling from his release, bracing himself against the sides of the sink, his eyes closed and his breathing uneven. Blaine returns to his feet, replacing Kurt's pajamas, and then presses himself into Kurt, whose eyes open with the realization that his boyfriend is still very, very hard. Not one to be unfair, he releases one hand from the rim of the sink and from behind him, quickly pumps a dollop of lotion into his hand before placing it firmly around Blaine's dick.

Blaine gasps, "Kurt, I-" and unable to finish his sentence, he wraps his arms around Kurt's neck, bucking his hips into Kurt's hand. Blaine's face is buried into the crook of Kurt's neck, every so often biting down on the skin there in concentration. Kurt's own cock twitches in response, still too incredibly sensitive to actually harden again.

"Blaine, baby, I think you've earned a place in my morning routine," Kurt growls into Blaine's ear, nibbling on his earlobe, purposefully egging his boyfriend on.

Blaine is only able to moan in response, as Kurt's hand pumps along his length, getting faster and messier but Blaine doesn't care. His hips jerking wildly, Blaine buries his face even deeper into Kurt's collar-bone as he comes. Kurt continues stroking him until Blaine is through, with Blaine clutching at his arm instinctively.

For a moment, they just stay still and Kurt rests his head atop Blaine's. Blaine pulls away to lift his boxers back onto his hips and stands up straight just in time to see Kurt bring his sticky fingers to his mouth, sensuously cleaning them off, pointedly not looking at Blaine to make it seem all the more casual. Unable to contain himself, Blaine surges forward, colliding his lips with Kurt's. The swirl of flavors is intoxicating, both of them tasting not only themselves but each other. Blaine's hands move up into Kurt's bed-tousled hair and Kurt rests his own on the small of the shorter boy's back. Pulling away just enough to rest their foreheads together, the boys allow themselves to forget time temporarily. Despite actually having plans today, they plan on taking full advantage of every moment together. Both knew that this is one of those moments.

After a few minutes, Blaine starts to chuckle to himself.

"What's so funny?" Kurt asks, wondering what had gotten into his boyfriend's mind now.

"I'm going to need to brush my teeth again," Blaine replies, winking at Kurt as he moves to grab his toothbrush.

"Nuh-uh. No way. It's still my turn to be cleaning up here, remember?" Kurt playfully jabs, stealing the tooth-paste out of Blaine's hand and setting it back on the counter before grabbing his own. Blaine just chuckles to himself again and reaches back for his tube, pointedly pushing Kurt aside in the process.

"This bathroom is not big enough for the both of us," Kurt says, with a mouth full of minty-foam. He bumps his hip into Blaine's, successfully getting the spot in front of the mirror again. Blaine gives him a sassy glare before settling in beside his boyfriend.

After they are both done brushing their teeth and Blaine has finally given Kurt full use of the bathroom again, Blaine is laying at the foot of the bed, his feet planted on the floor and his arms stretched above his head, waiting patiently for Kurt to be finished. Kurt exits the bathroom and Blaine sits up to see his boyfriend's skin practically glowing in the late morning sun after his strict morning regimen.

"Good morning, gorgeous," Blaine says, standing up to meet Kurt.

"I've been upgraded?" Kurt asks.

"Have you seen you?" Blaine is unable to keep his hands from touching Kurt's smooth jaw line.

"Well, apparently sex does wonders for one's complexion," Kurt quips and Blaine laughs in response. "So what is on the agenda for today?"

"You mean that wasn't enough?" Blaine asks innocently, his eyes wide in mock-offense.

"I can never get enough of you," Kurt replies, running his index finger down Blaine's torso for emphasis.

"Mmm, you're insatiable," Blaine breathes.

"And you haven't answered my question," Kurt says, making Blaine laugh at his boyfriend's stubbornness.

"Well, the weather is supposed to be decent today, I thought we'd have a picnic in the park," Blaine leans into Kurt, kissing him gently.

As Kurt slides his tongue over Blaine's lips, he murmurs, "Mmm, delicious." 

Having woken up at 11, the couple decides to skip breakfast for the day and to just eat lunch at Washington Square Park. After double-checking the weather forecast online to make sure it would be decent enough to spend most of the day out in the late March air of New York, Blaine and Kurt are getting dressed.

Blaine opts for a pair of tailored jeans and a simple white v-neck T-shirt. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he puts on his beloved brown oxfords just as Kurt emerges from the bathroom. Kurt raises an eyebrow, assessing Blaine's outfit.

"The oxfords as usual. And let me guess... red socks?" Kurt questions.

Blaine lifts a pant leg to expose his bright-red socks underneath. "You know me well," he says, appraising Kurt's clothing choice. Kurt is wearing a black shirt underneath a form-fitting blue and red striped Henley shirt and tight black pants. The outfit does wonders to show off Kurt's still boyish frame, the jeans hugging his hips just right. Kurt moves to pick up his high-top leather boots but Blaine says, "Um, babe, we're just going to the park."

Kurt straightens up, knitting his eyebrows together and pursing his lips in thought. He looks at Blaine, "You're so much better at dressing casually than I am. It took me forever to dress myself down to just this," he tugs at his shirt, "What about these?" He pulls out a pair of camel-brown leather Gucci sneakers and holds them in front of Blaine.

Flattered that Kurt is even asking him for fashion advice, Blaine nods in approval, "I think those are good. Are you willing to get grass stains on them?" For a second, Blaine detects a look of hesitation in Kurt's eyes.

Kurt exhales, "I think so. Yes. Sure. We'll see. I don't have much in the way of outdoorsy apparel."

"It's just Washington Square Park, love. We're not going hiking," Blaine lifts himself off the bed and walks past Kurt, but not before poking him in the side, making the taller boy jump aside with a squeak. Stopping in the doorway, Blaine turns around and says, "I'll be in the kitchen getting our food ready. You finish up in here, okay?"

Kurt nods and moves over to the bed to put on his shoes before heading back into the bathroom to perfect his "day-at-the-park" hair-do.

Blaine smiles to himself as he walks into their kitchen, pulling out sandwich ingredients. Before long, he's humming the tune to A Whole New World from Aladdin. As he spreads mayo onto a piece of wheat bread, Blaine gets lost in his own little melody, swaying his hips slowly.

Kurt walks into the kitchen holding a cranberry cardigan and an oversized gray woolen sweater, placing them over a dining chair as he silently watches his boyfriend dance away, loving the way Blaine moves with his whole body (one of the benefits of being in musical theatre.) As Blaine moves to perform a little pirouette, he stops short when he sees Kurt eying him from a few feet away, a look of pure admiration in his eyes.

"Oh, please don't stop on my account," Kurt says, gesturing with a hand for Blaine to continue.

Blaine sets down the knife he has in his hand before walking toward Kurt and grabs both his hands, pulling the boy in closer. Blaine changes his tune and begins humming So This is Love from Cinderella, placing a hand on the small of Kurt's back and Kurt places one of his own on Blaine's arm. Stepping deftly, Blaine takes the lead as the two spin slowly in the kitchen. As the song ends, Blaine expertly dips Kurt backward and pulls him back. As Kurt is straightened up, he moves immediately for a kiss, lightly pressing his lips against Blaine's.

"Need help preparing our meal?" Kurt offers when they pull apart and walks toward the counter where the unfinished sandwiches lay.

"Sure. I've got the sandwiches covered, but you can make the salad if you'd like," Blaine replies and Kurt opens the refrigerator and reaches in for the lettuce.

About 15 minutes later, the couple is ready to head over to the park. As they head out the door, Kurt hands Blaine the cardigan, reminding Blaine that though it's unseasonably warm out, you never know if it'll turn.

"Don't jinx it!" Blaine teases, draping the garment over the picnic basket and locking the door behind them. He pulls out his aviator glasses in the bright afternoon sun and Kurt tugs his navy page-boy cap over his eyes before threading an arm through the crook of Blaine's elbow and the two set off.

One of the many benefits of living in the Washington Square Village is its close proximity to the park it was named after. After a short walk of only about 3 blocks, the boys arrive at the park. It is bustling with families, college students, and tourists but Kurt and Blaine manage to find a place on the grass near the Arch with a good view of the fountain. Shaded by the trees, the two are shielded from the heat of the sun, now at its highest place in the sky. They remove their respective sunglasses and hat as they begin to settle into their spot.

Blaine sets down their things while Kurt pulls out their red-and-white checkered picnic blanket, spreading it over the soft ground with a brandish. Kurt bends down and sits on the blanket, his legs stretched out in front of him and his arms supporting his weight as he leans back, closing his eyes and tilting his head up to absorb the warmth of the day. Blaine settles himself next to his boyfriend, sitting cross-legged, and reaches a hand up to Kurt's face to trace a finger over the defined line of his jaw. Kurt's eyes flutter open and he turns to look at Blaine, his lips stretching in a smile.

"This is nice," Kurt says, sweeping his eyes over their view of the park. One of their favorite past-times (back when they had time) is people-watching and Kurt immediately points out a couple sitting on a bench across the way from the two boys. "What do you think their story is?"

"Hmm... well, let's see." Blaine says, considering the silver-haired gentleman with the small-framed woman sitting next to him, their bodies angled toward each other. "I think... I think they're having an affair."

"Oh, scandalous," Kurt says, his interest piqued. "Do tell."

"Well, see, he has a wife at home, a mild-mannered home keeper, but he's married to his job, too. That woman there, she's his secretary."

"A classic tale," Kurt comments, watching as the woman places a hand on the gentleman's arm.

"But he's about to tell her that they can't be together anymore. He's still in love with his wife. They have children- one in high school and the other only in the fourth grade. He's sick with guilt. He's going to tell her that they can't see each other anymore and that he's requested that she be moved to a different floor of their office building. He's not ready for her reaction, though, because she's going to start sobbing uncontrollably, drawing the attention of the other park-goers. He'll try to comfort her, but instead she'll get up to storm away, but not before slapping him in the face."

Just as Blaine finishes his story, the couple move toward each other in a loving embrace, kissing deeply before getting up and walking away, their fingers laced together.

"Or not," Kurt laughs. "Your turn. Pick somebody?"

"Hmm..." Blaine's eyes land on a tan, blonde man, who appears to have walked right out of a Calvin Klein ad with two girls hanging on him. He points in the man's direction, "Him."

"Beef-cake over there?" Kurt giggles, "Too easy. I bet you he owns a black corvette and enough hair products to make it shine for a year. Those poor girls have no idea, either. They'll probably follow him home tonight, only to be severely disappointed when he's more interested in his own reflection in the mirror above his bed than he is in their attempts at seduction."

"You're so cheeky," Blaine comments.

"And you love it," Kurt replies.

"That I do," Blaine says, and leans in to nuzzle Kurt's neck, placing a hand on his boyfriend's knee and gently squeezing it.

Kurt turns his head slightly and buries his face into Blaine's hair, inhaling deeply and reeling from the musky, sweet scent that clings to Blaine's curls. Blaine's hand slides up slightly, now resting on Kurt's inner-thigh and Kurt nervously looks around but nobody is paying the couple any attention. Pulling away, he looks at Blaine who returns the stare, coquettishly batting his eyelashes with an oh-so-innocent air.

"What? It's not my fault you're so incredibly attractive. Really, you're to blame here, encouraging an unwitting man such as myself. I don't stand a chance."

"You make a good argument, but half the fun is the challenge in containing yourself in public," Kurt reminds him.

"I'm sorry. I forgot there were other people here. All I see is you,"

"Now you're just being cheesy," Kurt nudges Blaine's shoulder with his own. "Speaking of cheese, you hungry?"

"Well, yes, but you just said not in public-"

"For food, Blaine," Kurt prompts, a smirk hinting on his lips.

"Oh, yeah, sure," Blaine laughs and reaches into the picnic basket for their food. He pulls out the garden salad Kurt made earlier along with a tray of fruit, two thermoses of pomegranate juice, and their sandwiches. "A turkey, lettuce, tomato, and mustard on sourdough sandwich for me," he places the food on the plate in front of him. "And a chicken, cucumber, spinach and mayo on wheat for you."

"Mm, you know what I love," Kurt says as he opens his thermos to take a sip of juice.

The two sit in silence for a while, enjoying their meals and each other's company. The sounds of the city surround them. Occasionally they hear snippets of a conversation or a car horn in the distance. It's the soundtrack of the life they've come to know and love.

Kurt is polishing off the last of his salad when he looks up at Blaine and can't help but giggle.

"What?" Blaine asks, apparently unaware of the spot of mustard resting at the corner of his mouth. Kurt only continues giggling in response. "What's so funny? Do I have something on my face?"

"Mhmm," Kurt murmurs, leaning over the spread of food toward Blaine. He slides his tongue over the drop of mustard before whispering, "Me," and moves his lips over Blaine's for a kiss.

Blaine contentedly hums in response and moves the food over with one hand while he uses the other to support himself because the two are slowly leaning toward the ground. Kurt wraps one leg over both of Blaine's as the two lay there, temporarily forgetting where they are. Blaine slips his tongue over Kurt's lips, nudging gently for him to part them and Kurt obliges. Their tongues slide over each other, teeth nearly knocking as their faces are pressed close. Kurt is the first to pull away, with a gasp he says, "We'll save this for later, yeah?"

Blaine's eyes open and his lips push out slightly in a pout. But he concedes, rolling onto his back to look up at the sky. Kurt does the same, with one leg still wrapped over one of Blaine's and their hands intertwined, Blaine's thumb circling the stretch of skin between Kurt's thumb and index finger. Kurt looks at the sky and notices that there are more clouds occupying it now than when they first arrived at the park.

When he points this out to Blaine, he merely says, "Hmm, I wouldn't worry about it. The forecast clearly said ‘Mostly sunny, with highs in the 70s.' No rain."

"If you say so," Kurt replies and he yawns, surprised by the sudden wave of tiredness that overcomes him. The steady rhythm of Blaine's thumb on his hand has always had an incredibly calming effect on Kurt. He imagines the lack of sleep he's had the past couple months aren't helping in keeping him awake right now, either. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Blaine's eyes slowly open and close, fighting to stay awake before giving up and closing them completely. The last thing Kurt remembers before closing his own eyes is the thought that Blaine's profile looked particularly striking in that light and angle.

Something wet hits Blaine's cheek. And for a second Blaine thinks he's dreaming, back in his bed at home. Another splash, this time on his chin. His eyes fly open and he immediately notices the dark gray sky churning above where he and Kurt lay, silently kicking himself for thinking the weather would stay ideal and jokingly thinking it's Kurt's fault for jinxing it. He turns to shake Kurt awake, and the taller boy wakes with a start, seemingly confused as to their location. Blaine watches as the realization dawns on Kurt and he can't help but smile at the adorable way the emotions play across the boy's face.

"Um, baby, I know I said it wasn't going to rain... but turns out I was wrong," Blaine admits to Kurt, nervously looking up at the sky.

"How long were we asleep?" Kurt asks, looking around the park and noticing the lack of passers-by.

"Long enough for everyone to clear out before it started to rain, I guess."

As if on cue, when Blaine finishes his sentence the sky seems to crack open, unleashing a steady pour of rain on the couple.

Kurt is rendered frozen for a second, internally freaking out over ruining his hair, his clothes, his hat, his shoes. He reaches for his sweater and holds it over his head in an attempt to shield himself from the water. He looks over at Blaine, who has jumped up and is frantically scrambling to shove everything back into the picnic basket. Blaine looks back at Kurt, who is sitting there wide-eyed, utterly at a loss for what to do.

Blaine can't help but laugh at Kurt's reaction. Tossing his head back so the water splashes on his face, he chuckles and all Kurt does is glare back. This only makes Blaine laugh harder. Kurt huffs in frustration, still holding the sweater over his head, but Blaine can see a smile playing at the corners of Kurt's lips. He can't help but start laughing, too, and giggles escaping from his lips. He ditches the now soaked sweater and pushes his wet hair out of his eyes.

Seeing Kurt so carefree and disheveled drives Blaine crazy, and he quickly moves to pull still the still snickering Kurt off the ground, reaching a hand out that Kurt gladly takes. Blaine pulls them backwards until his back hits the trunk of the tree above them, inviting Kurt to hover over him.

Suddenly, things aren't so funny anymore when Kurt looks down at Blaine, his eyes dark, though his lips are still turned up in a smirk as his eyes look over Blaine's body. Blaine's white T-shirt has become completely see-through. It clings to Blaine's body in a tantalizing way, exposing his defined torso and those prominent hip-bones peeking out over his jeans. Blaine's curls are already matted to his forehead, dripping and nearly catching on his long eyelashes.

Blaine slouches slightly against the tree and looks back up at Kurt. Kurt's face is tantalizingly close, his eyes glinting mischievously. Blaine drops the basket he's holding and reaches around Kurt's waist, pulling him in closer. Kurt doesn't need any more encouragement than that and before Blaine can take another breath, Kurt's lips are moving over his own. Blaine can feel Kurt smiling as their lips slide over each other with the slickness of the rain water on their faces.

Kurt places his hands on Blaine's hips, pressing his own in as closely as he can. Before they get too lost in the moment, though, he breaks the kiss and grabs one of Blaine's hands, pulling him out from under the tree into the open space. He lifts the hand holding Blaine's and twirls Blaine around in the rain before letting go and running across the courtyard, shouting, "Catch me if you can!"

Blaine runs to catch him but Kurt is quick. His long legs give him an advantage as he splashes through the puddles and Blaine shouts, "No fair!" But he continues to chase Kurt who is weaves around the Arch, skipping while throwing Blaine taunting "come hither" looks. When he hops directly under the curve of the structure, Kurt stops causing Blaine to stop just a few feet away. Placing one hand on his hip, Kurt lifts his other hand to point at Blaine before turning his fingers over and waggles one finger, gesturing for Blaine to come get him. Not thinking twice, Blaine sprints toward his lover and closes the distance between them quickly.

Blaine captures Kurt in an embrace, slightly lifting him off his feet as he holds him close. They spin around, rocking side to side. Blaine releases Kurt and pulls him onto his back, though he is shorter than Kurt, he's stronger. Kurt straddles Blaine's back, wrapping his legs around his waist and Blaine grabs hold of his legs. 

Quickly ducking his head, Kurt nuzzles Blaine's neck. The mixture of rain and sweat from their chase has left a delicious musky scent there, exaggerating Blaine's natural smell. Kurt can't resist sliding his tongue over the stretch of Blaine's neck, licking at the water rolling down. It tastes salty but clean and Blaine shivers at the sensation.

Looking up, Blaine is suddenly given new inspiration and begins to jog toward the fountain, Kurt still holding onto his back, arms wrapped over his shoulders.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Kurt is squinting from the mixture of rain and wind hitting his face as Blaine bounds forward.

"You'll see," Blaine says, and Kurt can detect the note of mischief in his voice.

When they reach the edge of the fountain Blaine backs his knees against the wall, letting Kurt climb off his back. Kurt doesn't let go of one of Blaine's hands and decides to walk along the edge. His other hand is thrown out dramatically with his palm up, feeling the water splash onto his skin. Temporarily letting go of Kurt's hand, Blaine jumps up onto the wall with his boyfriend. They clasp hands again and Blaine turns to look at his boyfriend.

Raising an eyebrow, he says, "Shall we?"

"Shall we what?" Kurt looks confused as Blaine tilts his head toward the geyser of the fountain. "What? No! It's all cold and wet and-and dirty!"

"In case you haven't already noticed, we're already cold and wet," he jerks his hips into Kurt's, "and a little bit dirty."

Kurt nervously looks at the water, still very aware of the water quality of a public New York fountain. But he's already ditched his usual comfort zone, why not one more thing for the night? "Okay," he says and Blaine starts to pull him down the steps toward the water. "But, wait!" Kurt stops and bends down to pull off his Gucci sneakers, slightly frowning at the thought of having to repair the damage from the rain. But to prevent further destruction to the name of fashion, he slips them off and places them on the edge of the wall. While he's bent over, he pulls turns up the legs of his pants. He straightens up to look at Blaine, who is doing the same, and says, "All right. Let's do this!"

He runs down the steps, passing Blaine who looks up at him as Kurt goes by, and splashes into the cold water. The drops of rain make the fountain water jump back up and land on the calves of Kurt's legs. Blaine runs toward him to capture him in his arms again. But as he does so, he knocks Kurt under a stream of water and Kurt screams as the deluge hits him. Blaine quickly moves to pull the boy out from under it, fighting the urge to laugh as he checks to make sure Kurt is okay.

Blaine moves his hand over Kurt's hair, pushing it out of his face. Water is running down Kurt's face and Blaine can't help but notice one droplet rolling over Kurt's lips. Cupping Kurt's chin, Blaine moves in to capture it with his mouth. Kurt's own mouth is cold and a little shaky but his breath is hot as he parts his lips. Blaine moves to hug him close, attempting in vain to warm them both up. But Kurt pulls away for a second, his eyes mere slits as he glares at his boyfriend. "I knew this was a bad idea,"

"Shh, you're ruining it," Blaine chides, and he bumps Kurt's nose with his own. He brings one of Kurt's hands up to his mouth, where he proceeds to suck the water off of Kurt's index finger where he notices it's pruned from being out in the rain so long. Blaine tuts and says, "Aww, baby, you're so cold."

"And you're so warm," Kurt says, pulling his arms in front of him and huddling into Blaine's body. "You're always so warm. Mmm..." Kurt hums and his posture relaxes a little as the heat from Blaine's body thaws him a little.

Blaine looks up to kiss Kurt quickly on the lips before saying, "You want to go home and warm up some more?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Kurt breathes, his teeth chattering a little.

All of a sudden, the walk back to the apartment seems impossibly far. They race to grab Kurt's shoes and he hops into them as they move to pick up the picnic basket abandoned near the tree. They look at each other briefly, both smiling, before breaking into a run, hands clasped together. The neighborhood is nearly deserted, with the exception of a few cabs and all they can hear is the rushing of the wind, the sound of their feet hitting the wet pavement, and their rasping breath. 

At the end of Thompson Street, they're stopped by a red do-not-cross light despite the lack of traffic. Taking advantage of the moment, his adrenaline rushing, Blaine pushes Kurt against the pole and kisses him hard. Kurt pushes back willingly and their eyes are closed so tightly shut they nearly miss the signal for them to cross. Turning down West 3rd, Blaine is thankful for the pathway that cuts through the block, allowing them a short-cut.

They get to the double doors of their building and Blaine throws them open. They both stop in the lobby, their clothes dripping onto the marble tiles as they look between the stairs and the elevator.

"Elevator?" Kurt asks, his voice jagged from running.

"Absolutely," Blaine breathes and he runs over to the doors, hitting the Up button repeatedly. Thanking the stars, Blaine drags Kurt into the lift when the doors open swiftly.

It's Kurt's turn to press Blaine up against the rail of the small space; he runs his hands over the Blaine's body, taking in the sight of his spattering of chest hair through his transparent shirt. "This really isn't serving its purpose anymore," Kurt says, and tugs the bottom of Blaine's shirt up. Blaine immediately lifts his arms up over his head, allowing Kurt to peel the garment off of his heated body. When the lift comes to a stop at the 12th floor, Blaine looks up and pushes Kurt backwards toward the landing, but not before noticing the security camera placed in the corner of the space.

Chuckling, he says, "I guess the security team got a bit of a show tonight,"

All Kurt can respond with is a low groan as he pulls Blaine toward the door of their apartment. Blaine pulls his key out of his pocket and can't seem to get the key into the lock fast enough. His fingers shake from the cold and wet as well as from the tingles running down his spine as Kurt presses his groin into Blaine's backside.

Finally, he gets the key inside, but decides to turn around to face Kurt. Kurt just pushes him up against the door and Blaine's knees give out a little when he feels Kurt's erection through his pants rubbing against his own. He reaches behind him and turns the knob. Blaine stumbles backward into the room with Kurt still attached to his hip. Kurt kicks the door shut behind him, pressing his lips to Blaine's in a fiery kiss.

He can start to feel himself heating up and continues to push Blaine into their bedroom. When the back of Blaine's knees hit the edge of the bed, he falls backward and Kurt collapses on top of him, breaking their kiss.

Kurt lifts his knees onto the bed and straddles Blaine's waist. The window is still open from this morning, and by this time the sun is nearly finished setting. What is left of the sun illuminates the gray sky and throws a soft light onto Kurt's form sitting on top of Blaine. Kurt crosses his arms in front of him, tugging at the hem of his Henley shirt and in one swift motion strips off both it and his undershirt. In the soft light, Blaine looks up and sees that Kurt's skin is dewy from the water and he reaches up to run his hands up the smooth skin.

Blaine thinks he will forever marvel at how small Kurt's frame is and how it manages to still be sturdy. Kurt's skin is pulled over taut muscles, gently defining his torso, his arms, his hips, his legs, his everything. There isn't an inch of him that isn't soft. But as Kurt bends over, placing his hands against the mattress on either side of Blaine's head and looks at him with those wise, blue eyes Blaine remembers that Kurt is far from fragile.

Blaine's natural instincts tell him to take care of anyone he loves, especially Kurt. But as he has come to learn, Kurt is more than able to take care of himself. Blaine is merely allowed to take care of Kurt, because as much as Kurt loves to dole out commands and take the lead in any project he takes part in, at the end of the day Blaine is the person he comes home to. As Kurt closes his eyes and moves in to kiss Blaine, this time with a gentle passion, he seems to be thinking the same thing. Blaine doesn't demand anything of Kurt; he doesn't expect Kurt to be anybody other than who he is. Which is why the heat of moments such as this are all the more special.

The couple let themselves become lost in the moment. All previous thoughts turn to focus on the feel skin against skin, sliding easily with the slickness of the leftover rain. Suddenly aware of the heaviness of his pants, Kurt breaks the kiss and begins to undo the button. Blaine pushes his hands away and pulls the zipper down. He rolls over on the bed, his turn to straddle Kurt before standing up and taking off Kurt's shoes and peeling the pants off in one swift movement. The sudden coolness of the air against Kurt's damp skin makes goosebumps all over his body, and the tingle only adds to the tightness coiled low in his stomach. Before rejoining his lover on the bed, Blaine steps out of his shoes while tugging his own jeans off. He climbs back over Kurt, but sees that Kurt has an amused expression his face now.

"Not with the red socks on, please," he says, digging his nails into Blaine's ass.

"You'll have to get them off me yourself, then," Blaine growls and pushes himself off Kurt to lean against the headboard of the bed. He lifts up one leg, his toes pointed, and grins sassily at the other boy.

Without hesitation, Kurt grabs at the sock and rips it off, tossing it unceremoniously on the floor where the other soon joins it. Blaine's mouth falls open in mock-offense before tackling Kurt, throwing him backwards yet again and pinning him against the mattress. His lips immediately find Kurt's and this time they kiss with a renewed fervor. Blaine's hair is still dripping from the rain and droplets fall on Kurt's forehead as his lips move over his own. The warmth of their bodies rubbing together slowly begins to thaw the couple and Kurt's goosebumps disappear, but not the tingling sensation down his spine.

With only the damp fabric of their underwear between them, Kurt gasps at the sensation of Blaine's hips grinding into his own. Kurt shifts underneath him so his hard cock gets friction from Blaine's steady rocking. He groans and Blaine's hands grip his sides harder. Kurt's hands are back at their rightful place on Blaine's ass and he attempts to pull the shorter boy closer.

"Underwear off, Anderson," Kurt growls against Blaine's lips.

"After you, Hummel," Blaine returns, further turned on by Kurt's authoritative use of his surname. They lift their hips at the same time, pushing the garments down their legs before helping each other kick them off. Now it's just skin against sensitive skin and heat is radiating from Blaine's body. No longer cold, the dampness from the rain on their bodies is replaced with the sweat of their passion.

Blaine rests on his elbows, frotting his hard-on against Kurt's, who breathes hard into the crook of Blaine's neck, his hands running up and down the shorter boy's body. Kurt marvels at the texture of Blaine's body: the spattering of hair on his chest (with a suggestive trail leading downward), the defined lines of his hip bones, the pattern of his ab muscles-Kurt's mind reels from the sheer beauty that is Blaine's body. And the fact that it is delightfully, exclusively his. He is pulled back from his wonderment when Blaine's hand wraps itself firmly around Kurt's dick and begins moving his mouth down Kurt's neck.

Kurt's hips buck up when Blaine's lips find themselves hovering over one of his nipples. He can feel the heat from Blaine's breath for just a second before Blaine captures it in his mouth, sucking gently and nipping occasionally, eliciting whimpers from Kurt. The taller boy's fingers dig into Blaine's shoulder blades when Blaine moves over to the other nipple, releasing Kurt's cock to pinch at the abandoned one.

Kurt whines at the loss of pressure and lifts his hips to press into Blaine's, who responds in turn by grinding down. Kurt throws a hand above his head, grasping at the knob of the drawer of the bed-side table. He reaches inside and pulls out the nearly full tube of lube, not even bothering to push the drawer closed. Blaine stops his ministrations and sits up, rocking his cock purposefully against Kurt's straining erection. Kurt's eyes are closed and his mouth is partly opened, his breath rattling.

Blaine looks down at his boyfriend and licks his lips, imagining kissing that mouth. Blaine leans over to fulfill this want and Kurt willingly kisses back, sliding his tongue over Blaine's gently. The hurriedness of getting to this point has worn off and the two languish in the moment.

But Blaine's hips twitch and Kurt pants into the kiss.

"Fuck, Blaine, it's been too long," Kurt says breathlessly while his back arches into the warm body above him.

"You have no idea, Kurt," and Blaine's voice is gravelly. In between short kisses Blaine whispers, "Every day, having to deal with our opposing schedules, always running into you just as you're leaving the apartment, too busy or too tired at the end of the night to just be with you. I've missed you."

Inhaling when Blaine sucks gently at his neck, Kurt's breath is jagged when he says, "I've missed you, too, Blaine."

They hug each other close, pausing their rocking temporarily. Kurt is panting into Blaine's ear, raking his fingers over Blaine's back. Blaine's hands are running through Kurt's still wet hair, tugging lightly.

"Baby, we need to be closer. Now," Kurt gasps when Blaine nips at his ear. Kurt is caught in a mixture of emotions between euphoria and a deep longing to hold Blaine close to him and never let go again. 

"I've missed you so damn much," Blaine repeats, his mouth urgently crashing against Kurt's again. Blaine's lips trace over Kurt's messily before breaking the kiss and sitting up. Straddling Kurt, he reaches over for the bottle of lube resting on the rumpled sheets next to them. He squeezes a dollop onto his fingers and without a moment's hesitation moves them down to Kurt's entrance, brushing the rim briefly before pushing a finger in.

Kurt's toes curl and he grabs at the sheets. Blaine's finger curls in just the right angle, memorized from years of practice. One hand splayed open against the mattress by Kurt's waist, Blaine balances over him while he slides in another finger. He watches Kurt's face as he does so, and Kurt's eyes are squeezed shut with his head thrown back in ecstasy. When Blaine enters a third finger Kurt's back arches reflexively.

"God, Blaine, please. I need you so much closer. Please," Kurt is panting hard, his hands clinging to the sheets as if bracing himself for a fall.

"I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere," Blaine leans over and kisses Kurt on the stomach, near his navel. He twists his fingers inside Kurt once more before gently pulling them out. Kurt's whimper is cut off when Blaine moves the same hand over Kurt's cock, the lubricant allowing his hand to glide smoothly over his length.

With his other hand, Blaine squeezes more lube onto his own erection and spreads it evenly over the sensitive skin. Releasing Kurt's cock, Blaine puts all of his weight on both his arms as he hovers over Kurt, pressing his hips low allowing his penis to graze Kurt's hole. Kurt's hips react violently, pushing down toward Blaine.

In one swift movement, Blaine presses into Kurt, who inhales sharply. Kurt shifts and wraps his legs around Blaine's ass, relishing in the familiar feeling of being so full and so close to Blaine in the most intimate way. Blaine pulls out slowly, only part of the way before sliding back in going as deep as he can. The urgency for them to be as close as possible fills him up. They moan in unison and Blaine's voice is deep and rough where Kurt's exhalation is breathy and cracks at the end. Despite the contrast, the sound is perfect. In harmony, the two rock together with Blaine dragging his cock in and out with drawn-out thrusts.

Blaine's head drops onto Kurt's chest, breathing hard. "Kurt, I-you're-we-Oh!" Blaine shudders when Kurt jerks his hips up, a signal to speed up. Blaine begins to move faster, sliding back and forth inside Kurt and the sensation of being so raw is overwhelming.

Kurt's breath hitches in his throat when Blaine leans back and his thrusts hit Kurt at just the right angle, "Blaine! There, oh, there."

Blaine makes a guttural noise deep in his throat and continues pushing into Kurt with deep, purposeful motions, concentrating on the pull and drag of each thrust. Kurt releases his white-knuckle grip on the downy comforter and moves a hand down to his cock, resting against his stomach under Blaine's weight. Kurt squeezes his eyes shut harder, stroking himself and a low sigh escapes his lips.

"Ugh, Kurt, you know that kills me," Blaine pants, watching his boyfriend fondle himself. Blaine speeds up his thrusts even more, increasingly turned on. Kurt grunts at the change of pace and he's close, so close.

"Blaine, I'm so close! I need you..." The last three words taper off as Blaine's hand joins his own, pulling over Kurt's dick.

"Come on, then, Kurt. We're together, I'm right here with you," Blaine's head is swimming with the sensation of Kurt clenching around him, the pressure building. Kurt comes hot and hard over their hands and the contractions around Blaine's cock inside him sends him over the edge. Together they arch their backs, moaning loudly.

Blaine reaches down and hold Kurt's head in his hand, pulling the boy's face up to his so he can kiss him long and hard, trying to translate all of his emotions through the movement of his lips over Kurt's. Kurt responds in kind, his teeth biting down on Blaine's lower lip, dragging them over the swollen slickness of his mouth. They break the kiss, breathing hard, and Blaine rests his forehead against Kurt's as he slowly and gently pulls out. Kurt exhales as the fullness disappears and is replaced by a feeling of being whole again. He wraps his arms around Blaine's neck and smiles weakly.

The past couple months have gone by so slowly, each day a repeat of the one before. The quick pecks on his cheek, the passing grazes as he leaves the apartment for class, the too-tired-to-cuddle feeling at night where the only parts of them touching are their feet-Kurt mourns over the distance they've had, made all the worse by their close proximity. All the times he was in the mood, Blaine was too exhausted from rehearsals. And each time Blaine pressed Kurt close against the counter or the couch, Kurt had to break them apart before getting back to his sketches.

The feeling of being complete again envelopes the two of them as they rest on the bed, their breath slowly returning to a normal pace. This moment has by no means made up for every "Not now," and "Maybe later," of the past several weeks, but it certainly has helped. 

Blaine tugs the blankets out from under them and pulls them over their flushed, naked bodies. They lay there quietly in the darkness of the early evening, only the glow of the city lights outside their window throwing shadows on the walls of their bedroom.

Kurt rolls over, his back against Blaine's chest, and huddles in as close as he can get, making a sleepy but blissful noise as he does so. One of Blaine's arms is draped over Kurt and his hand has found Kurt's hand, rolling his thumb over the stretch of skin between his thumb and forefinger. 

"I really have missed you," Blaine can hear Kurt whisper in the dark. "I wish this break could last forever. I don't want to return to all that stress. Can we just stay in bed forever?"

"You wouldn't want that," Blaine reminds him. "You love your work so much."

"I love you so much. That's all I care about right now." Kurt pushes his shoulders back into Blaine's chest to emphasize his words.

Blaine smiles, "I know. And you know I love you, too. It's only Saturday, we have seven more days before we should even think about school." He pauses his thumb briefly to squeeze Kurt's hand reassuringly.

"Mmm, okay," Kurt exhales, yawning widely.

Blaine can hear Kurt's breath even out as he falls asleep and he hums contentedly to himself before closing his own eyes and drifting off into a deep sleep.