Two weeks later, Kurt was pleased to find that he had settled into somewhat of a routine. He woke up eagerly every morning, knowing Blaine would be waiting for him with that same dorky smile and those sparkling eyes that Kurt just couldn’t seem to get enough of. He often found himself thinking about Blaine—about how happy he was when he was around him. Kurt could talk about anything to Blaine without feeling embarrassed or self-conscious. So obviously, he wasn’t complaining about his days. His nights, however, were a completely different story. Kurt had a love-hate relationship with the time he spent home at night. On one hand, whenever he tried to sleep, his memories of war would haunt him—people he knew in pain while he worked frantically to save them. On the other hand, however, said nightmares usually ended up with him calling Blaine to have a “late night chat.” Kurt never told Blaine about his fears, they would usually spend hours on the phone just talking. He loved how he could be so free with someone, how something so simple was also so very special.
Kurt walked into Blaine’s room on a Monday, finding the latter bouncing with excitement. “What’s up?” Kurt asked, quirking his eyebrow.
“George says I’m ready to try walking today!” Blaine replied happily.
Kurt looked at Blaine, unable to stop the adoring smile that was already slowly spreading over his face.
“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?” Blaine inquired, brow furrowing, and pouting dramatically.
“Nothing, you just look so much like a puppy, it’s adorable.” Kurt teased, chuckling.
Fifteen minutes later found the two in the therapy room, with Blaine and his wheelchair directly in front of two horizontal iron beams that were to be used for support. Kurt stood directly in front of the other man and held his arms out, moving forward to help Blaine out of his chair. Blaine reached up to have a firm grip on Kurt shoulders and pulled himself up, using his good leg for balance. Suddenly both men found themselves in the other’s arms, holding each other and saying so much more in an embrace than any words could have described. Their breathing hitched as they looked into each other's eyes.�
Kurt's brain short circuited.
Oh my god. Oh. My. God. His eyes. Don't look at his lips, Kurt. Don't do i-shit. Closing his eyes and taking a ragged breath, Kurt attempted to collect himself.
He opened his eyes again and cleared his throat nervously, his voice coming out at least an octave higher than usual. “Um, Blaine? Maybe you should hold onto the beams now so you can start practicing.”
“W-what? Oh, r-right.” Blaine stammered, not meeting Kurt eyes, and quickly moving his hands from around Kurt’s neck to the beams. Kurt drops his hands from Blaine’s hips and steps back, blushing faintly.
Taking a deep breath, Blaine took a step forward, placing his wounded leg gingerly on the floor, and increasing the amount of weight he was placing on it gradually, trying to find his limit. Sighing softly, he finally put his full weight on the leg...

... and promptly fell forward, crashing into Kurt, who was waiting readily.
“Are you okay, Blaine?”
“Yeah, it just… gave out from under me, I guess…”
“Do you want to try again?”
“Yeah, I do. It’s just… it’s so hard, Kurt! I feel so pathetic. I mean, I know I wouldn’t be able to walk out today and run a marathon, but I didn’t realize just how powerless I would feel.”
“Shh, it's okay, you're just starting. See how far you've come! You couldn't even lift your legs a while ago. Just remember, baby steps." Kurt cooed, hugging Blaine and patting his head soothingly. He couldn't help but inhale Blaine's scent: it was strong, but not overwhelming, a mixture of cinnamon, chocolate, and something muskier, giving off an unmistakably masculine odour. Kurt thought it was positively delicious.�
Blaine nodded, balancing himself again and coming back into his original position.�
"Baby steps, right." he murmured to himself.�

They continued this routine for the next four hours, Kurt providing both physical and moral support for Blaine as he cursed his way through the therapy session. In the end though, Blaine did succeed in taking a few steps, his face immediately breaking into his signature grin afterwards.

"So I would say today was a success, wouldn't you?" Kurt asked, sitting in Blaine's room during their lunch together.�
"Definitely, I'm so glad I at least got in a few steps before we had to stop." Blaine said, nodding solemnly while perched on the side of his bed, swinging his legs idly since they didn't reach all the way to the ground.�
"Aww, baby you'll be walking again in no time, you'll see!" Kurt smiled encouragingly.�
"Baby...?" Blaine asked, arching his eyebrows and smirking playfully.
"W-wha-oh! I'm s-sorry, I only meant that in an encouraging way, I didn't m-mean to offend-"
"It's okay Kurt, I was just kidding. I don't mind when attractive men call me names of endearment."
Kurt was positive he looked like a tomato at this point; but wait, had Blaine just called him attractive?
"Blaine, did you just call me...?"
"Oh god, I didn't offend you, did I? I'm really sorry Kurt I only meant that as a compliment, no vulgar intentions there!" Blaine fussed, lowering his head, worry creasing his brow and embarrassment tinging his cheeks pink.�
A crazy idea occured to Kurt. He walked over to Blaine's bed, bent down so that his face was level with Blaine's and tilted Blaine's chin up gently with his finger.�
"There may be a few vulgar intentions, actually," Blaine whispered, now suddenly very close, golden eyes searching the blue ones. �Kurt could feel Blaine's warm breath on his face, smelling like the hot chocolate he had just had to drink for lunch. Both men closed their eyes and pressed their lips together gently, breaths coming out in short breathy gasps and low moans. Kurt felt Blaine's hand come up to cup his face gently, the pads of his fingers softly caressing his cheek. He moved his own hands to rest on Blaine's thighs. Blaine's lips were soft but firm, moving confidently against his own. Kurt slid his tongue out and traced the junction of Blaine's lips, asking for permission to enter. With another soft moan, Blaine opened his mouth, shivering when Kurt's tongue ran across the back of his upper front teeth.�
Kurt pulled back, the awkward angle straining his back.�
"That was..." Blaine gasped.
"Perfect," Kurt nodded, blushing slightly.�
"Are you free, Saturday night? I mean, do you want-do you want to have dinner w-with me?" Blaine stammered nervously.�
"I thought you'd never ask," winked Kurt, with much more confidence than he was actually feeling. He picked up a pack of post-it notes from the nearby table and wrote down his address carefully, handing it to Blaine and saying "Pick me up at 7?"
Blaine had a huge smile plastered on his face "Wouldn't miss it."

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The rest of the week passed at a snail's pace. While Blaine was making wonderful progress and walking on his own by Thursday, Kurt's excitement for the weekend caused his to clock watch like a hawk. The two hadn't kissed since Monday, but allowed themselves to show each other small signs of affection; lingering hugs, loving gazes, the things any average love struck couple would do.�
George had noticed Blaine's improvement and had chosen to work with him on Friday, leaving Kurt with Tina, who apparently had a blossoming interest in gymnastics and thus chose to work on the balance beam, her balance already formidable.�

"So where're we going tomorrow?" Kurt asked, perched next to Blaine I his bed, popping a cherry tomato from his salad into his mouth.�
"Surprise." Blaine said mysteriously, winking again.�
"Stop that." Kurt automatically states.�
"What?"
"The winking! I can't think straight when you do that."
"Oh? How about this?" Blaine leaned in, never breaking eye contact and slowly sucked on Kurt's pulse point.�
"Tha-that too." Kurt shivered, bringing his arms to Blaine's waist, and under his shirt. His hands traveled up Blaine's chest, over the toned abs. He felt the heat radiating from Blaine's body and let out a small moan.�
"You taste divine, Kurt," Blaine whispered, moving to Kurt's lips and sliding his tongue over Kurt's.�
Kurt felt himself growing hard in his pants, his thoughts filled with all the things he'd like to do to Blaine. He stood up, pulling Blaine with him, and pushing him to a wall. Blaine reached down to palm at Kurt's erection, warning him a string of babble in reward.�
"Oh my god Blaine! That feels s-so good." Kurt groaned, bucking forward and meeting Blaine's hips realising that he was just as hard. Blaine also moaned and thrust forward, craving the delicious friction. The two soon established a rhythm, meeting each other eagerly. Kurt couldn't remember the last time he felt this good, registering a sensation of heat coiling deep inside him. Suddenly, he was on fire, yelling Blaine's name and rutting desperately as he came. Blaine came shortly thereafter, his own cry muffled because his face was buried in Kurt's shoulder. Coming down from their high together, the two kissed softly, panting slightly but smiling all the same.�
"Perfect." Blaine stated, his golden eyes locking with the blue ones.�