I finally found you,
my missing puzzle piece,
I'm complete.

Chapter 17:

Kurt stood back and looked at the newly dressed dummy. He was happy with it. The colours were coordinated and the patterns matched and it just needed a little something...

Kurt looked around and his eyes drifted to the back corner of the store, where they kept the scarves and the ties and the small accessories. He smiled and went to find a bow tie that would compliment the dummy's outfit. Finally, he picked one out, a small navy one with small golden designs on. He added it to the dummy and grinned, satisfied.

The door bell jingled and Kurt turned to find Rachel there. He wished he could dress her next, she was in dire need of a make over.

"You're early," Kurt told her as she gave him a friendly wave.

"Finn's playing some sort of video game and he was shouting expletives at the TV screen, so I got out of there before my innocence was stolen. I got everything done early, so here I am."

Kurt chuckled. "I'm sure your innocence was stolen a long time ago, Ms Berry."

Rachel waved the comment off and looked up at the dummy. She hummed.

"What?" Kurt asked.

"Did you just dress this thing?"

"Yeah."

She hummed again.

"Rachel!"

"It's nothing bad!" she assured him. "It's just that.. You're always complaining about how Blaine dresses, right?"

"Well, not always. He's pulled off some cute outfits in the past."

"Mm hmm," Rachel said, with a nod. "Yet, you seem to have dressed this statue—"

"Dummy."

"What?" Rachel looked offended.

"Not you," Kurt said, shaking his head. "The dummy. It's not a statue."

"Oh," she said. "Well, I'm just saying that for someone who dislikes his boyfriend's outfits so much, you seem to have dressed this one in a...very...Blaine Anderson...way."

Kurt gaped at her. "I have not."

"Oh, Kurt," Rachel said, irritably. "Look at this. The checkered, short-sleeved shirt, the cute, little, straight-legged pants, the bow tie." Rachel shook her head. "Hell, this guy isn't even wearing any socks with those little, shiny loafers."

Kurt chewed on his bottom lip. It hadn't been intentional, but she had a point.

"Oh, wow," Kurt uttered quietly. "That was not planned."

"Clearly," Rachel grinned, taking her phone from her pocket. She hit a few buttons, then lifted it up. "Smile!" she said and before Kurt could protest, the flash appeared on the back of the phone and Rachel had taken a picture of Kurt and his Blaine style dummy.

"Oh, God, Rachel," Kurt said, eyes going wide. "Delete that right now."

"Are you kidding? Blaine will love this!" she told him, happily. "Which reminds me. When can we leave to go find Blaine?"

Kurt and Rachel were going to meet Blaine at Eugene's Pizza Place. Kurt and Blaine would take Rachel home and Kurt would stay in the car and drive around with Blaine as he made his deliveries.

"As soon as Martha gets here," Kurt told her, walking back to the till. "She should be here soon. Now put yourself to good use and help me stick these price tags on these shoes."

Kurt and Rachel waited by Blaine's car. Kurt had texted him to let him know they had arrived and the adorable little idiot had sent back:

Yay! Be right out! Don't make fun of my hat! I love you! X

Kurt had chuckled and rolled his eyes on the outside, while his insides danced. He could never have imagined getting a text message from Blaine like this a year and a half earlier. He loved that Blaine was open with him, that he wasn't trying to play the cool guy any more.

A few minutes later, Blaine came out of the side entrance, holding a large square, black, zip bag. He was wearing a black jacket that had a small pizza logo on the breast, with the words "Eugene's Pizza!" written above it. A green cap with the same logo on the centre sat atop his gelled hair. He smiled brightly when he saw Kurt and Rachel.

"Hey, guys," he said, opening his car. He shoved the bag onto the back seat and stood up straight. He leaned across and placed a gentle kiss to Kurt's lips, before giving Rachel a half-hug.

"This is an interesting look," Kurt told him, stifling a smile.

"Oh, shut up, you think it's cute," Blaine told him, with a wink. "Jump on in," he said, holding the car door open. Rachel climbed inside and Blaine shut the door after her. "Come on, sit up front with me," he said, beaming at his boyfriend. Kurt did.

Minutes later they were on their way back to the apartment block, to drop Rachel off.

"I really think they could improve the uniforms," Kurt said, wrinkling his nose as he eyed Blaine's outfit. Those pants should have been made illegal.

"Design something fabulous and show it to Eugene. I'm more than sure that he would love you."

"Because he's a crossdresser?"

"Partly," Blaine said. "Crossdressers generally have an eye for style. You have an eye for style. I figure you guys would get along. For the most part anyway." Blaine paused. "He can be kind of an asshole. Maybe he'd like you a little too much.."

"Your jealous streak is..." Kurt stopped, remembering Rachel behind him, but Blaine smirked knowingly. Kurt coughed and looked the other way.

"Hey, Blaine, isn't it your birthday soon?" Rachel asked. "I thought I heard Santana say something about it."

"Uh, yeah," Blaine said. "The 19th."

"Ooh!" Rachel said, happily. "We should have a party!"

Kurt saw her do a little dance through the rear-view mirror. He rolled his eyes, smiling fondly.

"No," Blaine said, "we really shouldn't. While it's a nice gesture, I just don't think I'd enjoy it. Just a quiet night in with this guy is fine," he told her, nodding his head in Kurt's direction.

"It would just be a teeny, tiny, little get together!" Rachel protested. "Just you two, Finn and I and Santana and anyone else you would like to invite along. We could sing! We haven't sung together since Nationals! It will be a lot of fun!"

"Rachel," Blaine said, warningly.

"Oh, don't be such a stick in the mud! We'd have fun, Blaine! A small get together! You could invite anyone you wanted and I would sing all night, providing entertainment to your guests!"

"Well, honestly, Rachel, there isn't really anyone to invite. Besides you guys, the only other person I've really spoken to is Sebastian from downstairs and we all know how we feel about him."

Blaine hadn't really made friends. It was a huge contrast to the way that he's had numerous friends (or acquaintances, Kurt guessed) back in Ohio. He wondered if maybe Blaine needed to get out more, make a few new friends.

"Hey, maybe it's not a bad idea," Kurt added. "I mean, you could invite some people from school, maybe get to know some of them."

"Kurt, I don't want to," Blaine said, with a groan. "I really don't need to make friends, or whatever. I've had friends. They suck. I'm good with a couple of good neighbours, a loud, angry flat mate and an amazing, good-looking boyfriend. It's more than enough."

"It's unhealthy to spend so much time with Kurt, Blaine. Before you know it, you'll become tired of the same, old routine. That's why Finn and I spend some time apart. For instance, I leave the apartment when he wants to play those loud video games."

Rachel smiled to herself.

"I couldn't ever get tired of Kurt, Rachel."

"Aw," Kurt said, smiling. "Unfortunately, we'll need to spend a little time apart, because I still haven't figured out your birthday gift. So, maybe that day you can hang with the neighbours, or the flat mate."

"Very funny, Hummel," Blaine said. "Though seriously. Don't get me anything. It's enough just to have you."

"You know sometimes, I think you two forget I'm here," Rachel said, from behind. "It's very cute, but I would appreciate not being left out."

"Sorry, Rachel," Blaine said, chuckling.

"That's okay," Rachel told him. "So, about this party.."

"No," Blaine said.

"Aw, come on, babe," Kurt said. "It'll just be us and Rachel and Finn and Santana, if you want. We could just hang out, or something."

"Exactly!" Rachel said, enthusiastically. "We'll have a karaoke session, some party games, finger food, background music to set the mood. We could watch some movies! Wizard of Oz, or Grease. Finn likes Grease." She continued to rattle on about various scenes in Grease, then.

"I think Rachel's forgotten us this time," Blaine told Kurt.

"I think so, too," Kurt replied. "Luckily, we are home." Blaine stopped the car outside their building. "Rachel, we're here."

"Huh? Oh. Well, thank you for the ride and be careful driving! I'll see you both early tomorrow! Goodnight, boys!"

She blew them each a kiss, before climbing out of the car and disappearing inside the door. Blaine smiled at Kurt.

"Ready to see me at work?" he asked.

"Of course," Kurt told him. "I can't wait to see the amount of skill your job involves."

"Oh, I'll show you my skills," Blaine said, starting the car again. "But we might have to wait until I'm done with my shift for that."

He gave him a wink and pulled out of the parking space.

Somehow Blaine had ended up in the passenger seat, with Kurt's straddling his lap, their mouths crashing together, fingers slipping under hems and popping buttons. Kurt's hands were in Blaine's hair, his cap lost somewhere on the floor, Blaine's hands rested on Kurt's hips, pulling him closer and making him murmur obscenities, the tips of his fingers pressed into Kurt's bare skin, where he had pushed his shirt slightly up.

Kurt tasted like chocolate and coffee and sugar and Blaine couldn't get enough. His tongue explored the familiar inside of Kurt's mouth and he tried his best to ignore the way his jeans were becoming tighter and tighter. It didn't help that Kurt's groin was hovering above that increasingly tight area and it definitely didn't help that Kurt was moaning quietly against his lips.

Blaine reached up and placed his hand on Kurt's cheek, then pulled his head down, his lips finding his pale, slender neck. Kurt whimpered and said something, but that something was drowned out by the loud ringing sound that began to wail in Blaine's pocket. He released his grip on his boyfriend and pulled the phone out, clicking the receive button immediately.

"Hello?" he said, breathlessly.

"Anderson?" a voice said on the other end.

"Eugene," Blaine said, watching as Kurt sat back and tugged his shirt back down.

"I was expecting you back ten minutes ago. Why do you sound like you've been running a marathon?"

"Um," Blaine stammered, "I...there's a police check point and it's taking forever. I'm out of breath because, um, I just came from Mrs Blake's and she lives at the top of that apartment block, so there was a lot of, um, stairs."

Kurt was chuckling, still in his lap and Blaine tried to get him to quieten down,by pleading with him with his eyes.

"Okay," Eugene said. "Well, hurry up. Last delivery of the night."

"I'll be right there," Blaine promised, then hung up.

Kurt was smiling at him.

"You almost got me caught," Blaine said, smirking.

"Well, you shouldn't be making out with exceptionally good looking guys while on the job, Mr Anderson."

"Point taken," Blaine said, pulling Kurt down for another brief kiss. "Final delivery and we can go home, okay?"

"Mm, okay," Kurt hummed, climbing off of him and settling in the driver's seat. "I'll even drive."

"Alright," Blaine said, grabbing his cap and placing it back on his head. "Maybe you should fashion your seatbelt first," Blaine told him, with a wink.

"Oh, clever," Kurt said, flatly. "You're wasted at this job, Anderson, the world of comedy could do with someone like you."

Blaine chuckled. "I love you, too," he told him. "Now please drive before I get fired."

"Well, it's about time!" Eugene said, standing by the door of the pizza shop.

Blaine pulled the window down. "Sorry," he said, simply.

Eugene looked around him, eyes settling on Kurt. "Oh, I see why you were late now, Anderson. Police check point my ass."

"Um," Blaine said.

"I'm Kurt," Kurt said, smiling. "I'm Blaine's boyfriend. You must be Eugene."

"Yeah, yeah, just don't keep him from work again." Eugene ran a large hand through his matted curls and looked at Blaine. "Last delivery's on the counter, get it and go. I want to close up and get home to the wife."

"Sure," Blaine said, but Eugene was already walking back inside.

"Doesn't seem like he'd make much of a drag queen," Kurt said, beside Blaine.

"Maybe his alter ego is fabulous, you don't know."

"Go get your pizza, Blaine."

Thirty minutes later, they were on their way back home. There wasn't much traffic, so they moved relatively quickly.

"I like driving with you," Kurt, who was back in the passenger seat, told Blaine.

"I like having you with me," Blaine told him, truthfully. "While you do get me in trouble with my boss, it's nice having you here to talk to. Plus, you're easy on the eye, so it's not all bad."

"My, we're just full of wise cracks tonight, aren't we?"

"Think you'd want to do it again?"

"Come with you?" Kurt asked and Blaine nodded. "Sure, why not? What am I gonna do at home by myself?"

"I can think of a few things," Blaine told him.

"Are any of those things PG?"

"Hardly." Blaine chuckled, quietly.

"So, I wanted to run something by you," Kurt told him, still smiling.

"Yeah?"

"You know how I'm almost done at NYADA?"

"Of course."

"I was thinking about what I might do once I'm done."

"What did you come up with?" Blaine asked.

"I was thinking about fashion," he told Blaine. "Is that stupid? I mean, I've been talking about Broadway and performing for so long, but I just feel a pull to fashion, you know? Am I wasting my talent?"

"How would going into fashion be wasting your talent?" Blaine asked. "You have a talent involving fashion. You're good enough that you can go back to performing whenever you want. I think you'd be amazing doing fashion."

Kurt grinned next to him. "You do? You're not just saying that?"

"When have I ever lied to you?" Blaine asked. "I think you should go for it."

Kurt bounced happily beside him. "Okay! Thank you! You'll help me look at schools and stuff, right?"

"I'd be happy to," Blaine told him.

Kurt sat back, sighing happily. "I'm so glad I have you, Blaine."

Blaine's heart swelled in his chest. "Not as glad as I am to have you."

On the 19th of January, they had set up for a little get together for Blaine's birthday. They had finger food and alcohol (courtesy of Santana) and a microphone, set up in the middle of the living room (courtesy of Rachel). Santana and Rachel were having a disagreement about the music when Kurt pulled Blaine into the bedroom. He shut the door firmly behind them.

"So," Kurt said, with a smile. "Happy birthday."

"Didn't you already say happy birthday this morning when you woke me up with a blow job?" Blaine asked, taking Kurt's outstretched hand and allowing him to pull him to sit down on the bed.

"I can't say happy birthday twice?" Kurt asked, sitting down beside him.

"You can if it involves another blow job," Blaine teased.

"You're exhibitionist steak is shining through once again," Kurt told him. "But, I actually pulled you in here to give you your present."

"Are you saying my present isn't another blow job?"

"I'm trying to be romantic, here, Anderson."

"Sorry," Blaine told him, smiling. "Go on."

Kurt smiled back and reached under his pillow. He pulled out a long, unwrapped box and looked back up at Blaine, his blue eyes bright.

"So, I know our gift swaps have mostly been meaningful," he said, eyes going from Blaine's bracelet to his ring. "And I was thinking about not doing the jewellery thing, for fear of it getting too tacky. But I thought maybe this could be the one to end it. We always do this. We tell each other that this is probably going to be cheesy, but whatever. This can be the final jewellery exchange. Well, until the proposal," he said, giving Blaine a wink. "You know what? Yes, this is cheesy, but we are kind of cheesy, aren't we? So, here. Happy birthday, I love you."

Blaine smiled and took the box from Kurt. He pulled it open and found a thin chain in some tissue paper. He took it carefully in his fingers and smiled, eyes finding the tiny little jigsaw shaped plate. Kurt reached across and took it from him.

"It breaks into two," he told Blaine, pulling the jigsaw pieces apart. "See? They slot together, like the rings. You take one half and I take the other and our romantic jewellery set is complete." He flipped the plate over and Kurt was written on the back of one and on the other, Blaine was written. "You take this one," he said, giving Blaine the Kurt one. "I'll take this. Only if you want to, of course!" he added, quickly. "If you don't, that's perfectly fine and we can just forget about them and—"

Blaine silenced him by pulling him forward and kissing him, gently. He pulled back slightly and smiled.

"This is perfect," he told Kurt. "I mean it. Thank you. I love you. And now we can move on to buying...I don't know, furniture for each other or something."

"It better be good furniture," Kurt said, kissing Blaine's lips once more.

Blaine smiled against his lips, then reached across and closed the chain around Kurt's neck, then closed the other around his own.

"This is perfect," Blaine said again. "I always feel like we fit like this, like puzzle pieces."

"Time to stop being cheesy, Anderson," Kurt told him, laughing. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Hey, Hummel!" they heard from outside the bedroom. "Get off your knees and get out here!"

"Oh my God," Kurt said, shaking his head and standing up. He went and opened the door, to find Santana standing there, hands on her hips. "For your information, I was giving him his present."

"Yeah, yeah. I know exactly what that means." she said, rolling her eyes. "Zip your pants up and get out here," she said, before turning away and walking back outside.

Blaine smiled and stood up. Kurt was blushing and still shaking his head. Blaine walked across the room and took his boyfriend's hand.

"Come on," he said, squeezing Kurt's hand. "Let's go be good hosts."

"Blaine! Blaine, sing with me!"

Kurt was sitting in the arm chair, with Blaine draped over him. Blaine groaned and leaned into Kurt's shoulder.

"Make her go away," he whispered.

"You make her go away," Kurt said, smiling.

"Rachel, go away," Blaine said, tiredly.

"Are you drunk?" Kurt asked, stifling a laugh.

"Tipsy," he told Kurt, nuzzling his nose into his neck. "You smell good."

"You have a habit of telling me that when you're drunk."

"Tipsy," Blaine corrected.

Finn was on the couch, playing a video game, with Santana next to him, shouting instructions in his ear. Rachel was flicking through CDs and singing quietly to herself. Blaine hummed against Kurt's neck and Kurt reached up and stroked his hair, which had come loose from the gel, back.

"This is a terrible party," Blaine told Kurt.

"We can have our own party later," Kurt told him.

"I've never seen you drunk," Blaine said, leaning up a little.

"I've never been drunk."

"I wonder what you'd be like."

An hour later, Kurt was singing quietly in Blaine's ear after having drunk something alcoholic that Santana had given him. He had insisted on trying it, just to see what it was like and now he was more than a bit tipsy.

"Mm, wanna go in the bedroom?" he asked, voice low in Blaine's ear.

"It'd be rude," Blaine told him, looking across the room at Santana who was cheering from the floor as Rachel sang Hot and Cold.

"Didn't I ban Katy Perry from our home?"

"No, just from our relationship," Blaine laughed, quietly.

"Rachel, shut up!" Kurt said, throwing a cushion at her and missing, but Rachel stopped and gave him a less than amused glare.

"Excuse me, Kurt, but what seems to be the problem?"

"You suck," he told her.

"He means the song," Blaine clarified.

"Well, if it bothers you so much, I don't see why you don't come up here and do something better!" Rachel said, indignantly.

"Maybe I will!" Kurt told her, pushing himself up.

"You're an aggressive drunk," Blaine told him.

"Help me up."

Blaine caught his arms and helped him to his feet. He made his way across the floor and Rachel stepped back from the microphone. Kurt looked over Finn's shoulder, as he flicked through the CDs. After a few moments deliberation, Kurt stepped in front of the mic. Santana made a whooping sound and fist pumped.

There was a loud knock on the door and Blaine decided to get it, since he had sobered up. He opened the door as the others talked behind him, and found Sebastian standing there, grinning.

"What do you want?" Blaine asked.

"I heard you guys having fun up here without me," Sebastian said. "Thought I'd come spice things up a little bit."

"Well, you're not invited, so—"

"Blaine!" Kurt called from behind him.

"Be right there!" Blaine called back, then looked at Sebastian again. "I need to go." Sebastian pushed his way inside and Blaine just gaped at him. "What part of you're not invited didn't you understand?"

"Oh, come on, Anderson," Sebastian said, "stop being such a bore."

Blaine sighed, too tired to bother fighting and shut the door. He went back across the room and sat down, as Sebastian sat down next to Santana.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she demanded.

"I'm here for the party, of course," he told her. "Lurch, be a dear and get me a drink," he said, looking up at Finn.

Finn threw him a can and then sat down next to Rachel on the couch. Blaine looked up at Kurt, who was fidgeting with the CD player.

"So, what's going on here?" Sebastian asked.

"Kurt is going to perform, since my song choices aren't good enough for him," Rachel told him.

Finally, the music came through the speakers and Blaine couldn't help chuckling a little. He hadn't heard Single Ladies in years. Kurt would die when he told him he had sung this the following morning.

Only Kurt wasn't singing. He was dancing.

Blaine all but fell out of his chair as he watched his swaying his hips back and forth, twisting them and angling them and Jesus Christ, his boyfriend was hot. Blaine had seen Kurt's hips moving like that before, but never to the beat of music and never in public, in front of other people and he had certainly never held on to a pole like object while doing so.

"Anderson, I think I see the appeal now," Sebastian said.

"Shut up," Blaine said, eyes locked on Kurt. He crossed his legs as his jeans seemed to tighten in the groin area.

"Shit, Anderson, you're boyfriend is flexible," Santana said, while Rachel just cheered.

Blaine ignored their whistles and shouts and concentrated on his boyfriend who was seriously, really hot. He wasn't sure he would be able to speak real words, because all he could think about was Kurt wearing much less, riding him, his hips moving like that..

His hair was sticking up and messy and he looked like...

"Sex," Blaine breathed out, and luckily, no one heard.

Blaine wasn't sure that anyone but himself had ever seen Kurt looking like that until now and all he wanted to do was run up there and take his hand and drag him into the bedroom to do unmentionable things to him.

"Anderson looks horny," Santana said, then laughed loudly.

Blaine ignored her and the music slowed then stopped and Kurt hadn't stopped, but Rachel stood up and pushed him away gently, to take the mic herself. Blaine stood up quickly and steadied Kurt on his feet.

"Did you watch me?" Kurt asked, as Blaine lead him back to the arm chair.

"You say that like I could do anything else," he said, pulling him down next to him. "Christ, Kurt, you're sexy."

Kurt hummed and took a handful of his shirt and crashed their mouths together and Blaine was really getting too horny to be in the company of others.

"Please let's go to bed," Kurt said, eyes darker.

"We can't."

"But I want you," Kurt said, grabbing Blaine's hand and pressing it to the bulge in his jeans. "See?"

"Fuck, Kurt," he whispered. "You can't just do a thing like that."

"Want you so bad."

Kurt was a horny drunk.

"Baby," Blaine exhaled, grabbing Kurt's hand, which was in the process of tugging on Blaine's zipper. "Not here."

"Bedroom," Kurt pleaded.

"In a while, I promise," he told him, pressing a light kiss to the top of his head. "Want me to get you anything?"

"You could let me have your coc—"

Blaine pressed his finger to Kurt's lips to stop him from finishing that sentence. He smiled when Kurt pouted.

"Later," he said, removing his finger.

Kurt gave him a sad expression, then grunted in displeasure, before burying his face back into Blaine's neck. They sat there listening as Rachel sang Don't Rain on my Parade, while Santana cheered and Finn smiled and Sebastian ate. Blaine was beginning to worry that the neighbours would start complaining, because Rachel was really getting into it. She was also exceptionally good.

Kurt was humming against Blaine's skin and his fingers gripped onto his shirt. His long legs were curled up and tangled around Blaine's. He smelled like liquor and vanilla and that other sweet scent that Blaine could never quite put a finger on. Blaine held him closer, one hand running through his soft hair, the other holding him close. He smiled as Rachel finished up, because even though Sebastian was there being an asshole and Rachel was singing too loudly and making those over-enthusiastic facial expressions, he was happy.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered and if his mouth hadn't been so close to Blaine's ear, he wasn't sure he would have been able to hear him. "Blaine."

"Yeah, baby?" Blaine asked, allowing his fingers to rest against Kurt's cheek. "What is it?"

"I love you," Kurt said, bright blue eyes coming through his long lashes. "Happy birthday."

Blaine smiled, because Kurt smiled and Kurt's smile was definitely infectious.

"Thank you," he said. "I love you, too."

Kurt's smile grew and he buried his head back into Blaine's neck. Blaine sat there stroking his hair and ignoring the others, until Sebastian collapsed down on the couch with a sigh and grinned at him.

"What?" Blaine asked, flatly.

"Got your hands full there, Anderson."

Blaine didn't say anything.

"Heard it's your birthday."

"Yeah," Blaine said, simply.

"Happy birthday," Sebastian told him, a broad smile on his lips. "Hey, don't get all stroppy. I'm not trying to get into your pants."

"Makes a change."

"Well, it would be rather difficult with him in your lap."

Blaine looked down at Kurt who seemed to have fallen asleep and was now snoring very quietly. Blaine smiled on instinct.

"You know, I'm not sure I believe in the whole love thing," Sebastian said, "but I've been watching you two and I can't help thinking that it is sort of nice. That it might be nice to have someone. Like that."

Blaine eyed him carefully. "Are you drunk, Mr Fuck First and Ask for Names Later?"

Sebastian chuckled. "You get to a point where you realise you can't go on doing this forever."

"So, you're going to stop sleeping around and find yourself a nice boyfriend to settle down with?"

"Not exactly, but at least I'm entertaining the idea for the future, right?"

"I guess," Blaine said. He paused, then went on, "Is this a trick of some sort? You can't tell me that being here for a half an hour has changed your outlook on life. I mean, I know we're a pretty cute couple and everything, but I'm not sure we're capable of that."

Sebastian shrugged, eyes on Rachel and Santana having an argument about a song choice, while Finn tried to get them to stop.

"Your boyfriend's little stalker was actually the person to make me wonder," Sebastian told Blaine.

"Colton?" Blaine asked.

Colton had been relatively quiet. He hadn't spoken to Kurt at school or anything, so Blaine had kind of forgotten about him.

"Yeah, him," Sebastian said. "I don't think he's in love with him, by the way. A tad obsessed? Absolutely, but not love. He's so sure that he is, though, so sure that he—and I'm not happy to admit this—but he turned down an offer to sleep with me."

Blaine's eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

"Close your mouth, Anderson. Two weeks ago, I might have taken an open mouth as an invitation, but I'm speaking," he said. "Colton was so sure that he loved Hummel that he wasn't even willing to look at anyone else and let's face it, I'm a stud. I just wonder what it might be like to feel like that."

"Like...?" Blaine asked.

"Like you don't need more than one person. Like one person is enough."

"Oh," Blaine said. "Yeah, it's a good feeling."

"I'm not saying it's for me, but it's crossed my mind," Sebastian said and it was the first time Blaine had seen him letting his guard down a little bit.

"You know, if you didn't act like such an asshole all the time, you might even be kind of likeable," Blaine informed him.

Sebastian laughed and sat forward.

"What do you say we call a truce?" he asked, extending a hand. "No hard feelings?"

Blaine wavered. "You did try to break us up."

"And I apologised."

"I mist have missed that," Blaine said, "because I never heard an apology."

"I'm apologising now," Sebastian said. "I'm not asking to become bosom buddies, just to be civil neighbours."

Blaine paused, then took Sebastian's hand and shook it.

"Fine," he said. "Also, I saw you looking earlier, he's off limits."

Sebastian sat back, laughing. "I'm not interested in either of you any more," he told Blaine. "Though I must admit, I didn't think your girlfriend had a sexy side."

"Sebastian," Blaine warned and Sebastian only laughed, then stood up and walked towards the food.

Kurt's head was pounding and the light was far too bright for his eyes to take. He pushed himself up and his mouth tasted like an old sock. He grimaced and forced his eyes open, blinking the sleep away.

Blaine was next to him in their bed, sleeping on his side, shirtless. Kurt realised then that he was also shirtless, wearing just his briefs. He was also sporting an early morning erection. He sighed and decided to go to the bathroom to get rid of the problem. He flung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. The room seemed to sway and he sat back down, dizzy. He sat there for another few moments, then tried to stand up again, but he just wanted to curl back up under the covers and sleep.

Except he was kind of horny now. He thought about masturbation, but Blaine was sleeping next to him and he couldn't help wondering if that would be weird. He shook his head and lay back down, palming himself through the thin cotton material, eyes shifting to his boyfriend, sleeping soundly next to him.

Kurt thought about waking him, but he looked so damn cute that he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Kurt pushed his briefs away and kicked them off, not caring any more, because he needed to do something and something that didn't involve waking his boyfriend up and begging him to fuck him, which would have come across as completely desperate.

He wrapped his hand around the base and began to stroke himself, eyes closing at his own touch. He hadn't done this by himself in a long time, he didn't need to, not when he had Blaine.

Blaine.

He imagined that his own hand was Blaine's and it didn't take much imagining, since he could hear Blaine breathing next to him. He sped up the movement of his hand and he was arching up into his own touch, but apparently the shift of the mattress was enough to wake Blaine up. Kurt couldn't bring himself to care, because he was so close. Blaine sat up, looking lost, then his eyes focused on Kurt's hand and his eyes darkened and he sat up a little.

"You should have let me," he told Kurt, eyes still locked there.

"Didn't wanna..wake you," Kurt panted, throwing his head back.

"God, you're really hot," Blaine said and then he was climbing down the bed and taking Kurt's hand away and wrapping his own hand around the base, before taking him in his mouth.

Kurt moaned and Blaine sucked and ran his tongue over the slit a few times, lapping at the precum there. His other hand was on Kurt's thigh, stroking it gently, his touch comforting. Then said hand had slid lower and his fingers were brushing across Kurt's opening and Kurt wasn't sure he was able for that just yet.

"Blaine...can't," he told him. "Just...not sex. Too tired. Headache."

Blaine nodded and reached up for Kurt's hand. He entwined their fingers and continued to suck, lowering his mouth until Kurt's cock hit the back of his throat and Kurt swore because his throat was closing around him and God, this was too much this early in the morning. It wasn't long before Kurt was coming inside Blaine's mouth and Blaine only moved back a little and then continued to suck on the head of Kurt's cock, swallowing his come.

Finally, Blaine removed his mouth and pushed himself up. Kurt caught his breath and the world came back into focus.

"Come here," he said, reaching out to his boyfriend. "Let me take care of you."

"No need," Blaine said and he actually blushed a little. Kurt looked down and saw that Blaine had come against the covers already, without even being touched.

"Oh," Kurt said. "Okay. Come here and kiss me then, because I'm too lazy to go down there."

Blaine smiled and went up closer and they kissed sloppily and lazily.

"How's the head?" Blaine asked, grinning.

"Hurts."

"I thought it might," he said, chuckling. "Let me go get you something for that. Do you wanna go shower and I'll get you some coffee, or something?"

Kurt groaned and lay back against the pillows.

"What time is it?"

"10AM," Blaine told him, looking at his phone. "Coffee or tea?"

"Neither," Kurt said, pulling the covers up. "Come back here and sleep for a while."

"But I'm wide awake."

"Fine," Kurt said. "But I'm going back to sleep. Wake me up in an hour."

Blaine laughed and climbed back in next to him.

"Okay, we'll sleep," he said, going up close and spooning Kurt. "Besides, I think Sebastian, Rachel, Finn and Santana might have crashed in the living room."

"Are you kidding me?" Kurt asked. "Crap, I bet they heard you sucking me off."

"I don't care," Blaine told him. "And neither do you."

"I do," Kurt said, with a yawn. "I'm just too tired to care right now. Later, I won't be able to face them."

"Well, it's not like I could help it," Blaine said. "You did do that really hot dance last night—"

Kurt sat up. "Excuse me? I did what?"

Blaine laughed and pulled him back down.

"Trust me," he said, placing a warm kiss to Kurt's bare shoulder, "it was nothing bad. It was the opposite of bad, actually. It was really, really not bad. At all."

Kurt groaned. "Kill me now. I'm an idiot."

"Excuse me, I'd prefer that you didn't insult my boyfriend, please," Blaine teased.

"Your boyfriend deserves to be insulted," Kurt said, pulling Blaine's arm over his shoulder and kissing the back of his hand once. "Now go to sleep before I remember something else dumb that I did last night."

Blaine laughed quietly and closed his eyes, but Kurt knew that Blaine had no intentions of sleeping, that he had chosen to hold Kurt in his arms while he slept. Kurt smiled and fell asleep, wondering how he had managed to land the greatest boyfriend in the world.