Blaine wasn't naïve, or new to the business. He knew that the moment between he and Kurt wouldn't go under the radar, or quiet, for long. He was at home when his manager called, having spent another hour with Kurt before they had to go their separate ways.

"Met anybody lately?" His manager asks as soon as he picks up and Blaine has to smile, both at the familiarity and the rush of happiness at the reminder that the last few hours and the other night were real.

"Paul, his name's Kurt, the one I told you about. My ex-boyfriend the fashion designer." He replies, unable to keep the smile from warming his voice.

The answering sigh is almost inaudible over the phone and he can almost pretend he didn't hear it until the other man continues. "And you two decided to rekindle things between you in the middle of LA?"

"It wasn't like that." Blaine mumbles, feeling like the silly teenager all over again.

"So you just happened to meet up with him and happened to kiss in Starbucks earlier?"

Blaine sighs and rolls his eyes. "No. He's in town looking for space for his new store. He was the one who bought me the drink a few nights ago. I ran into him. We talked about us and decided to take things slow. We didn't mean to get caught."

There's a few seconds pause before Paul returns to the phone and Blaine finds himself looking out of his window, looking over LA and wondering where Kurt is and if he's getting the same call. "What do you want us to do? We can have the photo erased from existence with a few calls and payoffs, we can just have the truth come out, tell the world yourselves, keep it quiet and perpetuate the rumour which might be best or we can send out a statement saying nothing is going on." He rattles off the list of possibilities and Blaine winces at the idea of both having the spotlight on them with a 'yes it's true' statement or denying the whole thing.

"What could damage me more?" He asks.

"Denying it or having it erased, honestly. It could always come out again and if this is real, denying it then saying it really was true could make your fans lose faith in you. I'll talk to Kurt's people and you talk to Kurt. I'd suggest letting people think what they want for now." Paul says and Blaine nods even though he can't see him.

"Thanks Paul." He says and hangs up. He goes to the message screen and scrolls his address book until he finds the name he's missed having in there for so long. His fingers shake as he taps out a message, not too needy but enough to make Kurt think he's not being too aloof. He made that mistake before.

Hey, coffee tomorrow? – B

Smooth but no, I'm cutting down on caffeine remember? - K

Dinner then? – B

Not dinner, Blaine, I have to go to SOMEONE'S gig. – K

Oh, yeah forgot about tomorrow. Lunch then? – B

Lunch at your place? ;-) Perfect. – K

You're intent on torturing me, aren't you? - B

Yup. Anyway, yes lunch. We need to talk about this. – K

You're lucky I love you – B

If you didn't this would be awkward. – K

Nah it would just be the best round of text roulette ever – B

Not even touching that. See you tomorrow – K

Mwaha. See you tomorrow handsome – B

Evil. I love you too by the way. – K

Night gorgeous – B

We're not going to turn this into a 'you stop texting first' thing. – K

Not of course not, that would be so high school – B

So US in high school. I'd love to do this all night but I'm exhausted, searching for shop space while having emotional revelations is hard. – K

Oh poor baby, try having your ex turn up and ask you out – B

Touché. Night cutie. – K

Wait I have more! – B

Tiiiired Blaine. Goodnight baby. – K

Ok, ok. Night babe – B

Turning my phone off. Night. Kisses. – K

Stop texting me! Not really. Kisses. – B

Blaine smiled and went to bed, scrolling through their messages over and over until he finally fell asleep with a grin on his face.

Dawn was breaking; he watched the sun slowly edging over the horizon and send shafts of light over everything it touched, lighting everything gold. He raised his hand and played with the rays as they dappled his skin until the sun had risen enough that everything was washed in it and was starting to get in his eyes. He groaned and got up, stretching and moaning gently when his back and neck cracked back into line from sleeping then showered quickly, letting the water flow over him. He stepped back into the bedroom and dressed in a dark blue polo, black jeans and a gold and blue striped bowtie then checked the time. Two hours. He walked into the kitchen and made himself a light breakfast then started tidying up. He was in a kind of cloud nine daze until his phone rang. Blaine dashed over and answered it eagerly, seeing Kurt's name on it. "Kurt." He breathed as a welcome and his heart warmed at the chuckle on the other end.

"Morning. So I know I'm slightly early but I'm outside your house. Let me in before the vultures descend?" Kurt's voice crackled. Blaine gasped and raced to the door, almost tripping over his guitar in the process then wrenched the door open revealing the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. Kurt stood on his doorstep, smiling nervously in a blue shirt, black jeans and his hair in its usual swept up style, with the morning sun behind him he was glowing. How was it possible Kurt looked better every time he saw him? "Are you going to let me in or are we just going to stare at each other and drool over each other?" Kurt asked with a raised eyebrow, snapping Blaine out of his stupor.

He shut his mouth and stepped back, letting Kurt in who looked around appreciatively. "Wasn't drooling." Blaine muttered and the older man shot him a disbelieving look.

"Oh of course not. Well I was." Kurt responds and winks, smirking.

Blaine groaned. "You are intent on torturing me, I knew it."

Kurt giggled and walked back over from where he'd been looking around the living room. "I've missed you Blaine." He whispered and leant forward. Blaine's eyes slid shut and their lips connected in a kiss, starting out sweet then getting hotter as Blaine licked open Kurt's lips and Kurt wound his fingers into Blaine's hair. They finally broke apart and smiled at each other.

"I've missed you too. Don't look in my closet by the way." Blaine said jokingly as Kurt stepped out of his arms and started to give himself a tour. As he expected, the glasz eyed man looked over his shoulder and was gone as soon as Blaine could blink. He chuckled and carried on straightening the place up, listening to Kurt's laughter as he found the things Blaine had bought of his ex's lines and a shuffle and bump heralded another discovery, Blaine's memory box.

"Blaine?" Kurt called. "What's this?" His voice got nearer as he asked and the black haired man took a breath as his eyes landed on the last proof that he wasn't as 'over' Kurt as he always imagined himself to be.

"It's my memory box. It's got my scrap book and all the things from our relationship in it." He replied.

Kurt's eyes widened. "Oh," He breathed and put the lid he'd been taking off back on. "Another time," He said and Blaine looked at him curiously. "Today's about new life, we can remember our old one another day." He explained and Blaine breathed a silent sigh of relief. He took the box from Kurt, kissed him and put the box back where it belonged in his closet.

They talked about their plans, Kurt's new store and Blaine's album until their stomachs rumbled and they grinned at each other. "How does chicken ravioli sound?" Blaine asked as he got up, padding into the kitchen.

"Molto bello. Not bowtie pasta?" Kurt said flirtatiously, following the other man into the kitchen and flicking his bowtie as he passed.

Blaine laughed and caught Kurt around the waist, kissing his neck. "You're flirting with me so hard Mr Hummel." He whispered and let go to get the ravioli from the fridge.

"I can stop if it's unwanted." Kurt replied.

Blaine laughed again and handed the pasta to Kurt and grabbed the cheese. "Oh it's definitely wanted and I'm enjoying it, so carry on," He pressed himself up against Kurt who, for all his flirting, squeaked a little at the pressure. They worked quickly, boiling the water and putting in the ravioli then made the cheese sauce together, sharing smiles and blushes until it was done and they put the ravioli and sauce together. Kurt sat down as Blaine made up the plates and brought them over. "Buon appetito." He sang and laid the plates down.

They ate quietly; exchanging glances and Kurt almost made Blaine choke when he trailed his foot up his leg. "My compliments to the chef." Kurt said when they were done and Blaine grinned over his shoulder.

"Le tue parole sono molto apprezzati." Blaine responded and Kurt laughed.

"Are you going to speak Italian to me all day?" He asked and giggled as Blaine walked back over and wrapped his arms around his waist again.

The younger man nuzzled into his neck and whispered. "I remember how much you used to like it when I spoke Italian."

Kurt moaned and let the other man wrap around him, enjoying the press of his love against him again after so long. "I did, and I am right now. I've missed you so much."

Blaine leant away and stared into Kurt's eyes, their pupils dilated and breath quickened. Without another thought Blaine pushed Kurt up against the table and their kisses became frantic. Kurt moaned as Blaine's lips travelled down his neck, his hands unbuttoning his shirt until he could push it off Kurt's shoulders in an attempt to get to more skin. Kurt reached down and unbuttoned Blaine's jeans, shoving them down so he could get to the other man's ass. He kneaded the hot flesh, pulling their bodies together harder and Blaine bucked against Kurt's thigh. The younger man growled and shoved Kurt's jeans down, almost ripping them. Kurt had no time to protest against his jeans mishandling when Blaine pushed his hands off of him and flipped him over, pinning him against the table. "Vado a scoparti." He growled against Kurt's neck, kneading Kurt's asscheeks the way Kurt had to him then Kurt watched as Blaine reached for the bottle of oil on the table.

"Oh Blaine." He groaned as the cap popped and he felt oil trickle over his crack then his love's slick fingers pressed against him.

"Urlare il mio nome," Blaine grunted and licked his neck as one finger pushed in. Kurt remembered enough of his Italian to know Blaine was telling him to scream his name. "Dimmi che mi vuoi." He growled as another finger pressed in and Kurt cried out.

"Blaine please!"

"Prego cosa?" Blaine growled as another finger shoved in, opening the other man up and Kurt screamed as he found his prostate and pressed hard against it. Precum leaked from Kurt's cock and he gasped at the loss when Blaine pulled his fingers out. "Ti amo Kurt." Blaine whispered then pushed in to the hilt. Kurt's back bowed and he cried out, his head falling back to Blaine's shoulder, he turned his head and they kissed passionately as Blaine thrust, fucking him deeply.

"I love you I love you I love you." Kurt whimpered to each thrust as Blaine bit and sucked at his neck and wrapped his fingers around Kurt's neglected cock, pumping in time with his thrusts.

"Così bello." He whispered, speeding up as he felt his balls draw up.

"Blaine I'm not going to last." Kurt cried out then moaned as Blaine pushed him back down to the table and slammed in a few more times then stilled, moaning loudly. Kurt felt the rush of heat and his eyes rolled back as it pushed him over the edge, splattering all over the table and floor.

Blaine slumped to the floor and Kurt followed him, his legs too weak to hold him up and the edge of the table suddenly too hard to lie against.

"Wow." Blaine murmured, unable to process how quickly things had happened.

Kurt blinked at him, his vision returning to normal. "Yeah, so...that happened." He said and blushed when Blaine looked at him.

Blaine got up and disappeared into what Kurt assumed was the bathroom. He heard the tap running and looked around. They'd made a mess. The thought made him giggle and that's how Blaine found him when he walked back into the room. "Are you okay?" He asked and pressed the washcloth to Kurt's belly, wiping the cum off then moved on to himself and the table and floor.

"Yeah I'm fine," Kurt gasped through his giggles. "I just...We made a mess."

Blaine looked at him and sat down on the floor next to him again. "We didn't move too fast, did we? I know you said take it slow."

Kurt shook his head and reached out to cup his boyfriend's cheek. "I don't think sex applies, not in our world at least. We can be doing this and learning each other again."

Blaine leant in and kissed Kurt, enjoying the feel of it all over again. "Besides," He said as they broke apart. "We are doing this, right? Spending time together, letting them think what they want?"

Kurt nodded again. "I think that's best, don't you? I want to be able to come to your shows and you to mine without hiding but I don't want to shout it to the world just yet."

Blaine nodded and reached out his hand to help Kurt up. They found their jeans and put them back on. "I think so, besides, it's nice to have you in my arms again."

"Just nice?" Kurt asked, sauntering past him to sit down on the sofa.

"Stupefacente." Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear as he circled around the sofa, picking up his guitar on the way.

Kurt giggled. "I do love when you speak Italian."

That night Blaine stood on the stage, looking over his fans and the one very special man at the back, nursing his coke with a blush. "This is for someone who loves it when I speak Italian.

Puorte o cazone cu 'nu stemma arreto
'na cuppulella cu 'a visiera alzata.
Passe scampanianno pe' Tuleto
Camme a 'nu guappo pe' te fa guardà!

Tu vuò fa l'americano!
Mmericano! mmericano
Siente a me, chi t' ho fa fa?
Tu vuoi vivere alla moda
Ma se bevi whisky and soda
Po' te sente 'e disturbà.

Tu abballe 'o roccorol
Tu giochi al basebal'
Ma 'e solde pe' Camel
Chi te li dà?...
La borsetta di mammà!

Tu vuò fa l'americano
Mmericano! mmericano!
Ma si nato in Italy!
Siente a mme
Non ce sta' niente a ffa
O kay, napolitan!
Tu vuò fa l'american!
Tu vuò fa l'american!

Comme te po' capì chi te vò bene
Si tu la parle 'mmiezzo americano?
Quando se fa l'ammore sotto 'a luna
Come te vene 'capa e di: "I love you!?"

Tu vuò fa l'americano
Mmericano! mmericano
Siente a me, chi t'ho fa fa?
Tu vuoi vivere alla moda
Ma se bevi whisky and soda
Po' te sente 'e disturbà.

Tu abballe 'o roccorol
Tu giochi al basebal'
Ma 'e solde pe' Camel
Chi te li dà?...
La borsetta di mammà!

Tu vuò fa l'americano
Mmericano! mmericano!
Ma si nato in Italy!
Siente a mme
Non ce sta' niente a ffa
O kay, napolitan!
Tu vuò fa l'american!
Tu vuò fa l'american!"