Epilogue -

It wasnt that long a flight, only three hours. Kurt was able to get a bunch of work done, had a light meal and then napped a bit.

Hopping in a taxi, he was soon at the elegant downtown hotel and entering the black and white lobby. Etched mirrors decorated the front of the check-in counter, adding to the Art Deco feel.

"Mr. Hummel. Great to see you again." The attentive staff were soon passing him the key card to his regular room.

Sighing as he entered the room, Kurt looked around; making sure everything was in order. The king sized bed looked inviting, with its fluffy white down comforter. Two white leather chairs and a deep taupe sofa were set up as a sitting area, near the large flat screen TV. The bathroom was stocked with two bathrobes and extra towels as he requested. Perfect.

Unpacking quickly, Kurt set a brightly colored gift bag on the white comforter. The tag attached said Blaine quite clearly.

Nodding, Kurt made sure the curtains were drawn tight, and the lighting set low and atmospheric. Looking around, he felt a twinge of anticipation. He loved planning surprises.

Taking a look at the time, he found he was on schedule. Making sure he had his key card, he left, walking quickly to the elevators.

He thought back on how this all started:

- - - -

"Look, you are busy, I'm busy too. But we need to make this relationship a priority, Blaine. I wish youd fucking meet me in the middle about this!" Kurt was an emotional mess.

Blaines face was red. Theyd had a rare fight, and both felt frustrated. Doing it over Skype had made it even worse.

They were trying hard to deal with being on opposite sides of the country, but even all the phone calls, Skype sessions and texting weren't helping. And it was hard squeezing in visits to each other's cities when it was a six-hour flight between them, plus time zone differences.

Blaine was typing on his laptop. "Fine." He growled, his lips tight together.

After a minute, he looked up. "You want me to meet you halfway? Well, halfway between NYC and L.A., is fucking Nebraska. Ill book us plane tickets and a hotel. "

"Blaine! Im not going to Nebraska! Can't you just get out to New York sooner??" Kurt looked at the computer screen, incredulous. What the hell was Blaine thinking?

Blaine clicked a few buttons on his laptop, and held his hands up, shrugging. "Too late, its booked. We are in Omaha next weekend."

"Oh my fucking god! Blaine!" Kurt was just shaking his head, hating that they were acting like this.

"Kurt…” Blaine sighed, swallowed down his anger, and spoke from his heart. “Does it really matter where as long as its us, together? I miss you, not New York. I just want to hold you close, look into your eyes. Watch your expressions as you tell a funny story about work. Wake up together. Feel you play with my hair. Talk about nothing and everything."

Kurts anger drained away. He wiped his tears up, moved. This is why he kept falling in love with this man, over and over again.

"Ok, Ill meet you in the middle. In fucking Omaha, Nebraska."

***

That first weekend, Kurt had been shocked at the gorgeous Art Deco style hotel in the heart of downtown Omaha. WTF! But it proved to be perfect, with gorgeous deluxe rooms and great service.

It just worked for them, and by the end of the weekend they had caught up on sex, caught up on sleep, caught up on each other. They flew home Sunday feeling so much better. Reconnected.

***
An hour later, Kurt was entering the deluxe room again, but this time it wasnt empty. Setting down his bags, he looked over to the bed.

Blaine was sitting on the edge, only wearing a towel. In three long strides, Kurt was standing in front of Blaine, tipping his face up to give him a hot, deep kiss that had them both moaning.

"Mmmmm... You look so delicious, Blaine." Kurt growled, his hand pushing into Blaines hair, pulling his head back a little.

Blaine darkened eyes glittered with excitement as he gazed up at Kurt. "Kiss me again, Kurt. Ive missed you."

Kurt happily complied with the request. Kissing his gorgeous fiancé was never a chore. They were both soon breathing faster, the chemistry still so strong between them.

Kissing the way to Blaines ear, Kurt savored the raspy brush of Blaines scruff against his cheek. So fucking sexy.

"Were you a good boy? Did you follow all my instructions?" Kurt whispered into Blaines ear, making him shiver in response. He nodded.

Kurt smiled down at Blaine in anticipation. "Then go get the restraints and bring them back here."

Jumping up, Blaine grabbed a travel kit from his suitcase and brought it back, unzipping it as he settled down on the bed again. He pulled out the restraints, setting them on the bedspread.

Getting on his knees, Kurt fastened the cuffs around Blaines ankles. "Hold out your hands." He instructed in a firm tone, and attached the wrist cuffs. Next, he tied the blindfold around Blaines head, making sure it was secure.

Standing Blaine up, Kurt pulled the towel away, taking a good long look at him. So beautiful. And Mine. Walking around him, Kurt trailed his fingertips lightly across his broad shoulders, down his spine, and resting on the curve of his ass.

Blaine let out a little gasp as Kurt ran a finger up his erection with his other hand. "Mmmmm, so hard and ready for me, arent you?"

"So ready..." Blaine moaned.

Cupping Blaine's balls, Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear. “And you haven't jerked off all week?”

Blaine shook his head, biting his lip.

"What color are you, Blaine?" Kurt asked, leaning forward to place a light kiss on his shoulder.

Blaine let out his breath. "Green, Kurt. So fucking green."

Kurt smiled to himself in satisfaction. He could tell Blaine was very aroused, jumping from the lightest touches. But when restraints were involved, he liked to check in occasionally, especially when Blaines eyes were covered.

"Get up on the bed, on all fours in the middle, on the towel." Kurt ordered softly, grabbing the travel bag and fishing out the cords. When Blaine was in place, Kurt attached the cords to the four corners of the bed, clipping them into his wrist and ankle restraints. There was wiggle room, but not a lot.

Surveying his work, Kurt nodded. Walking over to his iPod, he put on some instrumental music at a low level. He stripped, taking the time to hang his clothes. Also, he stashed away his earlier purchases.

Reaching into his suitcase, he took out his surprise from its bag. The flogger had a handle and long, thin latex strips. Kurt ran it through his hand, enjoying the feeling of the black, smooth material.

Back at the bed, he ran a hand down Blaines back, loving how he shuddered at the sensation. He knew what it was like, waiting tied up and blindfolded, listening for any clue as to what was happening. Anticipation growing.

Holding the flogger high above Blaines back, Kurt lowered it until just the tips kissed against the skin of Blaines lower back. Blaine jumped at the foreign sensation, gasping. Slowly, Kurt dragged it up Blaines spine, letting it tickle as the strands separated, spreading out to cover more area.

Lifting up the flogger, Kurt flicked it sharply, letting the strands land on the tight curve of Blaines ass. He cried out, more out of surprise than pain. Kurt had tested the flogger on his own skin, and knew it was too soft to have much bite. Blaines skin reddened slightly, but it faded fast. Kurt stroked his fingers lightly over the mark, feeling that it was slightly warmer.

Three strokes more on Blaines ass, fast together, and Kurt stopped, resting his hand on Blaines back. "Still green?"

Blaine arched his back up like a cat, pressing towards Kurts hand. "Yes.... More ...please..." His voice was soft, with a rough edge to it. One that sent a surge of desire straight through Kurt, right to his achingly, hard cock. After all this time together, Kurt knew Blaine's sounds very well, and when his voice was like that Kurt knew Blaine was intensely aroused.

Grabbing a handful of Blaine's hair, Kurt pulled his head up and kissed Blaine hard. Blaine kissed Kurt back just as eagerly, his tongue pushing into Kurt's mouth in the way he knew Kurt loved, stroking lightly over Kurt's. Kurt moaned, and Blaine was smiling, knowing that Kurt was just as aroused by the situation as he was. Kurt hadnt jerked off all week either.

“OK, baby…. You had a taste, and now you are really going to get a lot more. Tell me yellow or red if you need to, OK?”

Blaine nodded, licking his lips, and dropping his head. His hair was on the longer side, the curls looser than when it was shorter.

Kurt began strokes with the flogger rhythmically, flicking it against Blaine's skin, starting lightly and moving so it didn't land in the same spot twice. Starting on Blaine's shoulders, he worked downwards, all the way down over his ass. Moving back up, he let the swings be a little harder, and could see that Blaine's skin showed the redness a little longer before fading to a light pink.

They were both breathing heavily by the time Kurt's strokes had reached Blaine's shoulders again, and Blaine was twisting against the restraints a little. Dropping the flogger onto the bed, Kurt ran his fingers down Blaine's reddened back, loving the feel of the warmth, watching as the redness paled and then rushed back in the wake of his touch.

Getting off the bed, Kurt walked over to the bar area, and put ice cubes into a glass from the ice bucket he'd filled earlier. Taking out one ice cube, he set the glass on the bedside table silently, and knelt on the bed near Blaine.

Kurt ran the ice cube down Blaine's spine slowly, smiling as Blaine jumped and then moaned at the sensation. Kurt's tongue lapped up the water trail, loving the taste of Blaine's skin. Kurt traced patterns over Blaine's back with the ice cube, as he arched his body beneath Kurt's touch.

Kneeling behind Blaine, Kurt sat back onto his heels, letting his hands stroke over the reddened skin of Blaine's ass. He'd done the strokes with the flogger the hardest here, and the skin felt hot still. Reaching between Blaine's legs, he cupped his erection, feeling Blaine jump at the contact as he hissed, “Yes… please….Kurt…”

After a few slow strokes, Kurt moved his hand away, and cupped Blaine's balls. Blaine was arching back into Kurt's touch, his breath coming in quick pants.

“Hmmmm…. So you were a good boy, weren't you, Blaine. Your ass all ready for me, isn't it?” Kurt whispered, tapping his fingers against the base of the butt plug, making Blaine jump. The gift bag he'd left on the bed for Blaine had contained the butt plug, lube and instructions to be prepped and ready, in only a bath towel, by the time Kurt returned.

“Yes, yes… Kurt…. I'm so ready for you…” The restraints kept Blaine in place, otherwise he would have been pressing back against Kurt.

Grabbing the base of the butt plug, Kurt pulled it out slightly, and pushed it back in a few times, teasing Blaine, making him shudder in pleasure. Then, pulling it out and dropping the plug on the towel, Kurt pushed his cock right into Blaine, hard and deep. They both groaned, it felt so good, so right. Kurt loved that Blaine was already stretched and slippery with lube, so ready to be fucked.

Blaine dropped his head down to the bed, pushing his ass up towards Kurt. “Please… please…. Fuck me… Use me…”

After such a slow build-up that teased both of them, they were too aroused to hold back. Kurt was grabbing Blaine by the shoulders, fucking him hard, fast thrusts that had them both panting. As he got close, he reached down to hold Blaine's cock, letting it slide back and forth through his fingers with each thrust.

“Yes, yes…. So good, baby…” Kurt moaned, wanting so bad to feel Blaine's release, to feel him shudder and pulse around his cock. A few short, hard strokes later, Blaine cried out, shaking against Kurt as his cock throbbed. Kurt felt as Blaines cock shot and shot, and it triggered the same intense response in Kurt. He pushed deep, cumming right into Blaine's hot, tight ass, filling it up.

Soon, Kurt had Blaines restraints unclipped, and they collapsed together in a heap on the bed, still breathing fast and hearts thumping.

"Did you like the flogger?" Kurt asked, as he snuggled up behind Blaine, gently stroking his back.

Blaine picked it up, running the strands of latex through his fingers. "Oh yeah, it was perfect, Kurt. It had enough bite at the time to be totally fucking exciting, but I dont even feel sore now really."

Kurt kissed the smooth skin of his back. "Good." He smiled and hugged Blaine in closer to his chest.

Friday nights on these weekends were always about the sex. Anticipation in seeing and being able to touch each other was increased ten-fold when Kurt had suggested not jerking off for a week before their getaways.

Plus, they took turns planning little sexy surprises for each other. A few months ago, one of them had been Blaine's suggestion that they both get tested, and stop using condoms if everything was clear. Neither of them had ever had sex without them before, and it was exciting and so intimate. So hot. But it was also a sign that they were a couple, and trusted each other to keep each other safe.

***

Kurt woke up to Blaine's soft kiss against his cheek, and opened sleepy eyes to see that he was already in his running gear. They shared a sweet, gentle morning kiss, and then Blaine was off.

Stretching and feeling delightfully lazy, Kurt rolled out of bed. In the bathroom mirror, he looked at his reflection, smiling at the signs of a couple bites on his neck. He'd have to wear scarves for a week, but he loved the way Blaine kissed and bit the sensitive skin of his neck too much to worry about them.

There was a little side table with a coffeemaker, and Kurt started a pot, savoring the rich coffee aroma. Opening the little fridge, he pulled out the croissants, cheese and fruit he had bought the night before. He left the cold cuts, veggies and hummus in the fridge for later on. It was so nice having enough healthy food on hand for breakfast and lunch. They wouldn't need to leave the suite for hours. More time to be alone together.

Grabbing a cup of coffee, he spiked it with a little Bailey's, from a bottle he pulled from his suitcase. Curling up on the sofa with a blanket, he savored the coffee and thought back on the last year. It had gone surprisingly fast. But there had been a lot of time apart.

When Kurt and Elliott had flown back from LA to New York a few days after the awards show, it had been so hard to be apart from Blaine so soon after their engagement. Phone calls, texting and Skype dates could only do so much. Between their busy work schedules and the financial realities, it looked like a long six weeks were stretching out before Blaine could visit New York.

After two weekends alone, Kurt's old fears were rising, no matter how much he tried to push them down. Being engaged made it so Kurt wasn't as afraid that Blaine would cheat, but feared mostly that they would grow apart again like they had at the end of the summer.

That first fight over Skype had lead to their first Omaha trip, and it worked so well. They could leave after work on Friday, get into the hotel not too late, and then just enjoy their time together before flying back late Sunday afternoon.

When Elliott had seen how much happier Kurt was after the first trip, he'd prepaid for airline vouchers and the hotel for another five weekends, to use whenever they needed them. When Kurt had objected, Elliott had said it was an early wedding gift.

Over the year, Blaine had made two five-day trips out to New York, and Kurt had done the same to L.A., but it was really having those quick Omaha getaways that kept them connected. They'd shared a long blissful visit over the Christmas break with family in Ohio, and Blaine had been in New York for two fantastic months in the spring working on Elliott's tour prep. Overall, with careful planning, the longest period they had gone without seeing each other was only three weeks.

***

Blaine got back from his run, kicking off his running shoes, and with one long knowing look at Kurt, walked right over to the sofa. Kurt threw back the blanket, grabbing Blaine's arm to pull him down beside him. The combination of his hair being longer than Kurt had ever seen it, his scruffy whiskers, and the sweaty clothes practically had Kurt growling. So fucking hot.

Kurt pushed his hand into Blaine's hair, clenching it into a fist and yanking his head back. Blaine's eyes glittered up at Kurt as he lowered his face; Kurt's kisses hungry and demanding right away. He pushed Blaine down onto the sofa, and was straddling his hips, grinding together as he pushed Blaine's sweaty shirt up, wanting to lap his sweat away with his tongue.

It was a long time before they got to breakfast.

***

Kurt looked at his phone impatiently. Their dinner reservations were soon, and no sign of Blaine yet. Kurt sipped on his gin and tonic, trying to avoid the eyes of a guy sitting a few stools down at the bar. He was in no mood to deflect the overtures of any horny Nebraskans.

Blaine had left in the late afternoon, saying he had to run a quick errand, and that it would be easiest to just meet in the hotel bar, heading out to the restaurant from there.

Kurt was looking good, in a silver-grey suit, tailored to his body perfectly. Although maybe too perfectly, from the leering looks the older man was still giving him. This was the exact reason why he didnt like to linger around bars on his own.

Another guy was sitting down on the stool in Kurts other side, and just catching a quick glimpse of him, Kurt thought Oh no, not another one...

And then he did a double take. It was Blaine, dressed in a deep blue suit, clean shaven, and his hair trimmed short and gelled back. And to top it off, he was wearing a bow-tie. A Fucking Bow-Tie!

Kurt just stared at Blaine in shock. He hadnt seen Blaine looking like that for so long. Not since their Ohio days. A blast from the past.

"It looks like your date has stood you up. Foolish man. Could I buy you a drink?" Blaine gave his most charming smile.

Kurts lips quirked to the side to keep from laughing. "Ah, sure, gin and tonic. Thank you."

While Blaine waved down the bartender, Kurt looked him over, amazed at the transformation. Hed only been away a couple hours. Obviously, hed gotten a haircut and a professional shave. Was that a new suit too?

Sipping their drinks, Blaine nodded towards Kurts hand. "That ring…is it a wedding ring?"

Kurt twisted the ring in place. "Well, its an engagement ring."

"What does your fiancé do?"

"Um, he is a songwriter and sometimes a music producer."

Blaine made a face. "And, sorry to say this, but judging by that ring he gave you, not too successful at it." It was a running joke between them; Blaine always trying to convince Kurt to upgrade the ring.

Kurt laughed, taking another sip of his drink. "Well, its his passion. He says its like being a musical midwife, helping artists bring their songs out into the world."

Blaine almost laughed at that description of his job. It wasnt exactly how he would have described it, but it was pretty accurate. Suppressing a smile, he gave a look of mock disgust. "Well, if you go for artsy types, I guess thats ok. But I think an attractive, fashionable man like yourself could do better."

Kurt pressed his lips together, trying to keep a straight face. "Someone like you, is that what you mean?"

Blaine nodded. "Yes, I would treat you right."

Kurt tilted his head to the side. "And what is your occupation... Um... Sorry, I dont think I caught your name."

Blaine held out his hand. "Blaine, Blaine Warbler."

Kurt smirked at that. "Oh really?" He shook Blaine's hand.

"Well, its my stage name. Im a lounge singer at the Best Western, five nights a week."

Kurt nodded his head, and got up. "Well, I better get over to the restaurant. I have reservations."

"Ill accompany you. And if your artsy fiancé shows up, Ill concede, of course."

Kurt giggled. "Alright, I guess."

Blaine kept up his act, laying it on thick. When a guy came around the restaurant selling roses, he bought Kurt one. He even got the server to take a picture of them cuddled together with his cell phone, his grin as wide and cheesy as he could make it.

Finishing his meal, Blaine set down his cutlery. "So, Kurt, what kind of work do you do?"

Kurt sipped his ice water, still thoroughly amused by this Blaine. "Mostly Im a stylist, but lately Ive been taking in some work doing custom designs."

"Really? What does that involve?" Blaine nodded thanks to the server as she cleared their empty plates away.

Kurt smiled. "Sometimes I cant find the clothes I need. So Ill adapt a vintage piece or create something from scratch, tailored for the client."

Blaine whistled. "You must have pretty rich clients for them to afford that!"

Kurt shrugged, thinking of Elliott who had commissioned an outfit last fall, with the simple instructions to make something ‘spectacular'. He ended up wearing it to a big awards show, and Kurt had been fielding occasional calls since.

"Speaking of our work, Id like to show you what I do. So sit back and enjoy your coffee and your cheesecake, ok?"

And with that, Blaine was heading over to the baby grand piano that was on a small stage, tucked in a corner of the restaurant. He settled in, adjusting the microphone, getting into his performer mode.

Kurt sat back to watch, still amused. He was willing to bet Blaine had contacted the restaurant to set this up as soon as theyd confirmed the dates of this trip. He loved surprising Kurt with these little thoughtful gestures, just things that showed that even though they apart so often, Kurt was still often on his mind.

Blaine went right into a set of music; singing songs all wildly inappropriate for the lounge stylings he applied to them, like Bon Jovi's Welcome to the Jungle. People didnt seem to notice, only politely nodding along, clapping at the end of the songs. Blaines eyes often captured Kurts, like when he went into a crooner versions of Radioheads Creep, and The Smiths Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want.

Kurt loved hearing Blaine play the piano. Often on their Skype dates, Blaine would be on the piano, playing around on his current projects. Kurt would listen, while working on his laptop or sketchbooks, looking up when Blaine paused, and giving his opinion.

Blaine dropped out of his lounge singer act, and was speaking as himself. "Thirteen years ago, I met the love of my life. We are engaged now, and I couldnt be happier. Kurt, this ones for you."

Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave? 
How can I love when Im afraid to fall? 
But watching you stand alone, 
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow.

One step closer

I have died every day waiting for you
Darling, dont be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
Ill love you for a thousand more…

A few minutes later, Blaine finished the song, Kurt wiped his tears away, and his gaze met Blaines across the restaurant. People were applauding loudly, but Blaines gaze never strayed.

Getting up, he crossed to Kurt, and they hugged tight.

***

Walking back to the hotel, hand in hand, Kurt felt so incredibly happy and lucky.

"So, are we ever going to set a date?" Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand gently. "Weve been engaged a year now."

Kurt slowly blinked his eyes, thinking. Was he ready? The last year had been wonderful, and they had worked hard at overcoming their difficulties. Learned a lot. Grown closer.

"Well, I was thinking maybe the next step for us would be trying to live in the same state. “ Kurt smiled over at Blaine, loving seeing the excitement in his eyes.

"Really, Kurt? Are you sure you are ready for that?" Blaines eyes were concerned, wanting to make sure Kurt truly doing it for the right reasons.

Kurt nodded. "Those visits out to L.A. in the past year have made me appreciate it, and through Isabelle and Elliott, I have made so many contacts out there. I can still work with most of my current clients long distance, with occasional trips out to NYC. And catch up with friends then."

Blaine nodded. "And you wont miss New York? Living there?"

Kurt scrunched his mouth up. "I must admit to mixed feelings. But in the end, its been a great ten years and Im ready for this new phase in our lives. There are things Ill miss, but Im looking forward to having a big apartment with tons of closet space and avoiding nasty New York winters. And being able to wake up with you every morning, of course."

Blaine pulled him close for a deep kiss, so happy that soon theyd be able to be together, day to day.

"And our wedding?" Blaine couldnt resist pushing Kurt.

"Sheesh! Are you afraid of turning thirty single? An old maid?" Kurt teased.

Blaine reached under Kurt suit jacket, tickling over his sides until Kurt was twisting away. "Youre turning thirty before I am!"

Kurt nodded. "How about if we live together for six months or so, and if everything goes OK, set a date and start planning then? I want to do the move and get work stuff more settled first. "

"That sounds good. Do you want a big fancy wedding, or something intimate?" Blaine swung their joined hands.

Kurt smiled, pondering. "Well, by the time we invite our families and friends, it will be at least medium sized. What do you want?"

"Medium-sized sounds good. For me, I want a really relaxed fun reception with lots of music. Encourage all our talented friends to get up and have fun."

Kurt smiled back. "Oh yeah... Like Id ask Rachel to sing "My Man", and Mercedes to sing "I Will Always Love You"."

"Do you think we could get Elliott to sing?"

"Wild horses couldn't stop him." Kurt scoffed. "I think Ill ask him to be my best man. We wouldnt be here today without him pushing us together so much."

"Yeah, at the Hamptons, then after the AMAs, and with all the plane tickets here." Blaine had finally let go over his old insecurities around Elliott and Kurts friendship.

Kurt squeezed Blaines hand.

"And Ill have to invite the Warblers. We do a great acapella version of Do You Think Im Sexy?"

Kurt scoffed. "A lot of those guys aren't that hot anymore now that theyre older. Theyll sing Do You Think Im Sexy? And Ill be shouting Not really!!"

Blaine laughed. "Well, as long as you think this particular Warbler is still sexy, Im OK with that." He leaned close to rub noses.

"Oh, you are so fucking adorable." Kurt laughed, kissing Blaines neck. He just couldnt resist when his skin was so close, and his cologne was so delicious.

***

Blaine had Kurt gasping and writhing in pleasure. It felt like he knew everything that Kurt loved, and was doing them all, every last one of them, until Kurt was mindless. Licking softly along the inside of Kurts arm, biting gently along his shoulder blades, kissing each word of his tattoo, blowing against the damp skin of his neck.

Since that first night in the Hamptons, Blaine had treasured every memory with Kurt like this, and he knew Kurts body well, maybe better than Kurt did himself.

During the last year, so much of the scant time they had together, in person, was spent in bed together. Relearning each others bodies like it was the first time. It added intensity to all their lovemaking, wanting to savor every touch, every moan.

Kurt thought Blaine was a fantastic lover, but it was totally specific to Kurt. Knowing what made him moan, pant, buck, writhe, cry out. The speed and intensity Kurt needed. When he was getting close, Blaine knew what pushed him over the top to his release.

And Kurt knew Blaine well too. Knew he liked it rougher as he got more excited, really loved Kurts nails digging into his back, being bitten, having his hair pulled. Knew when he wanted it slow and sweet, or rough and nasty.

Tonight it was all loving kisses, lingering touches leading to a slow build of sensation. Knowing they had all night, and could sleep in. Unrushed, uninhibited.

***

Snuggled together afterwards, feeling deliciously lazy and boneless, Kurt ran his hand over Blaines gelled hair. It was slightly mussed, but overall still in place.

"Is this the first time youve gelled it back since high school?" Kurt played with the hair, seeing if it would loosen from the gel prison at all.

Blaine grinned. "Ive occasionally gelled it back a little, for formal situations like Wess wedding. But havent had it this short and gelled down since then."

Kurt leaned over to kiss Blaine lightly. "Well, it was a fun surprise. Were you channeling one of your music clients with that act? Do you work with any crooners?"

Blaine shook his head. "No, I bought the suit, and then thought it would be a fun if I surprised you, give you a little original recipe Blaine." He smiled when Kurt laughed at that. "And then when the barber was slicking down my hair, I was looking in the mirror and imaging what if my life took a turn along the way and I was living in Omaha, and a lounge singer."

Kurt hugged Blaine tight, and then looked into his questioning eyes. "Actually, I have a soft spot for lounge singers. It was me listening to one and crying over his lyrics that had Elliott pushing me to come out to the L.A. for the AMAs."

Blaines eyebrows rose. "Really? Lounge singer saves the day? You hardly ever see that as a headline in the paper." He laughed. "What song was it?"

Kurt ducked his head, suddenly shy. "Um... You Were Always On My Mind"

Blaine smiled. "Tell me that your sweet love hasnt died..."

Kurt smiled back. "Nope, I still fucking love you to pieces.”

***

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A/N:
OK, it's kinda crazy but I like it. Hope you do too!

Thanks for reading, reviews & putting up with a new author. :D

-The hotel in Omaha is real. Its called Hotel Deco XV & looks gorgeous from the pictures online here.

- 1000 Years by Christina Perri. I like the Boyce Avenue acoustic version... more Blaine-like. Video here.

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