Blaine could only stare in appreciation as Kurt bent over; his perfect ass displayed beautifully, and hesitated to correct him.

"Um...Kurt, sweetheart, you are doing them wrong." Stepping closer, Blaine put a hand lightly on his lower back. 

Kurt gave Blaine an unimpressed look. "Are you fucking kidding me? You tell me to do twenty fucking burpees, and now Im not even fucking doing them right?" 

Trying the school his features to keep from cracking up, Blaine shook his head slowly. "The way you are doing them could strain your back. Here, watch me." Luckily there was no one around to hear Kurts colorful language. 

With his feet shoulder width apart, Blaine squatted down until his hands were on the gym floor, and then popped his legs backwards to do a push-up. He reversed the motions and ended up standing beside Kurt again. 

"Thats what I did." Kurt grumbled. 

Blaine shook his head, "Close, but not quite. Start with your feet wider apart and squat instead of bending over at your waist." 

Standing close, he guided Kurt through a slow version of the exercise; letting his hands trail down his warm back. They were both a bit sweaty from the workout, only wearing shorts and tank tops. 

Swearing his head off, Kurt got through the burpees, and gave Blaine a glare at the end, breathing hard. 

Putting a hand on Kurts upper arm, Blaine guided him to an exercise mat and got him to do sit-ups, holding his feet. Kurt didnt complain at them, and Blaine could tell he was doing them regularly. But it was still distracting, hearing those small noises Kurt made as he did the exercises. 

Letting his eyes travel over Kurts body, it was amazing to compare him now to those first sessions over a year ago. Long gone was the chubby, shy guy Blaine had been attracted to back then. He still had the flashing blue eyes, fantastic quick humor and swore like a sailor. But now he was fit and confident. Sexy as hell. 

Sweat glistened on his perfect skin, a bit flushed from the exercise. His body was now slim with good muscular definition. Blaine was glad Kurt had never gone overboard in his workouts and tried to bulk up or fake tan, like so many men did. He loved Kurts pale skin and slim body just the way they were. 

Perhaps a little too much. He could feel himself reacting to Kurts little sounds, the nearness of his attractive body, and the smell of his sweat. 

Kurt flopped down onto the mat after finishing the set of sit-up, a pleased satisfied small grin on his lips that never failed to get Blaine going. Blaine had to stifle a moan, and Kurt heard it, giving Blaine an assessing look. 

His eyes warmed in realization. "Really, Blaine? Here? Now?" After being lovers so long, he knew the signs of when Blaines libido was piqued. 

Groaning softly, Blaine shifted closer to press his half-hard cock against Kurts thigh, rubbing slightly and feeling his arousal increasing. "Of course. You look and sound so fucking hot, Kurt." 

There was a spark of heat in his eyes, and then Kurt rolled over onto his stomach, moving easily into the Cobra position of yoga, stretching his back.

Pressing close to Kurt, Blaines eyes ran appreciatively down his body, and then his hands followed. Stroking down his back, over his ass, down his thighs. 

Kurt chuckled softly as he moved into Downward Facing Dog, his eyes playful and showing signs that he was getting just as turned-on. 

Kneeling right behind Kurt, Blaine ran his hands up the long length of his bare legs, and then traced the path with his mouth, kissing over his warm skin. 

Kurt was definitely breathing harder by the time he moved into the Warrior pose, standing with his arms straight out to the sides, his feet wide apart. 

Standing right behind him, Blaine matched the pose, pressing up close until his hard cock was against Kurts ass. Kissing the skin at the back of his neck, Blaine stroked up Kurts arms, down his back and eventually had his hands on his hips, grinding against Kurt. 

"Fuck." Kurt gasped, pressing back closer to Blaine.

Smiling against Kurts skin, Blaine moved a hand to the front of Kurts shorts, cupping his erection. "Should we take this to the showers? I want you naked." His voice was low pitched and raspy with his arousal. 

Kurt nodded, and bent down to grab his towel and water bottle, the motion pressing his ass firmly against Blaine. Adding gasoline to the already raging fire. 

The locker room was, of course, empty at this late hour. But a thrill went through Blaine as he kissed Kurt hard as soon as they entered. It was sloppy, hungry, desperate. His hands were busy, pulling Kurts tank off and pushing his shorts downwards. It didnt take long until they were both naked. 

Grabbing towels and his toiletry bag from his locker, Blaine pulled Kurt into the roomiest shower stall. Soon, they were under the hot water, soaping each other up. 

"Fuck, Kurt, Ive had this fantasy so, so many times..." Blaine groaned as Kurt tipped his head back under the spray of water, wetting his hair. 

Darkened, sexy eyes met his before Kurt initiated another hot kiss. "And what else did you do in this fantasy, once you lured me into the showers?" 

Grinning, Blaine reached into the toiletry bag and pulled out a tube of silicon gel lube. Nodding, Kurt turned to face the shower wall, bracing his arms against it as he spread his legs. 

Blaines prep was thorough, and by the time he was pushing into Kurt with a firm, long stroke, they were both already close to the edge. The extended teasing and the location had made them so, so ready for this. 

"Oh yeah, fast and hard, baby...", Kurt groaned, pushing back to meet Blaines thrusts. 

Shifting even closer, Blaine put his hands on the wall near Kurts, and they found the best rhythm. The sounds of their harsh breathing and moans seemed even louder due to the hard, tiled surfaces, echoing around the space. 

Blaine came first, his hands moving to grab Kurts slippery hips, pushing as deep as he could. Pressing his open mouth against the wet skin of Kurts back, he rode out the waves of pleasure, letting out small moans. 

Sinking to his knees, he urged Kurt to turn around, and eagerly took him in his mouth. Kurts hands dug into Blaines wet hair, his touch urgent and needy. Still buzzed from the afterglow of his orgasm, Blaine just took him deep, wanting him to feel just as good, wanting his pleasure. Kurt only lasted a few thrusts before he shuddered against Blaine, his fingers clenching in his hair. 

A couple minutes later, they were toweling each other off, sharing small, pleased smiles. As Blaine got dressed, he couldnt keep from grinning. Just a stupid, lovesick fool with the best boyfriend ever. 

Finally dressed and hair dried, they slipped on their jackets. Blaine toured around the gym, making sure they hadnt left anything behind, and turning off the lights. He urged Kurt outside while he locked up and set the alarm. 

It was dark and cool out, and Kurt cuddled against his side as they walked down the street. Kurt still had that slightly blissed-out look on his face, the look he got after a particularly hard orgasm, and Blaine chuckled proudly to himself, knowing he had put it there. 

"Kurt...? Kurt Hummel?" A mans voice broke through their couple bubble. 

Pulling away from Blaine slightly, Kurt looked at the man and then smiled in recognition. "Oh, Warren. Good to see you." 

Blaines eyes widened and he looked over Kurts former boyfriend with interest. Tall and attractive, with an easy smile and eyes that seemed a tad too appreciative as they looked Kurt over. Blaine felt a possessive twinge, and tightened his hold on Kurts waist. 

"Blaine, this is Warren Chambers. Warren, my boyfriend Blaine Anderson." Kurt nodded to both of them, seeming at ease. 

Glad that Kurt was on his left, Blaine didnt have to let go of him as he held out his right hand and shook Warrens. 

Warrens light blue eyes looked between them, and he smiled. "You look great, Kurt. Theres a real glow about you." 

Blaine bit back his chuckle, as Kurt smiled and thanked Warren, nudging Blaine with his elbow to behave. 

"What brings you out so late tonight?" Warren asked, looking down at Blaines gym bag curiously. 

Shifting the strap up on his shoulder, Blaine shrugged. "We were just working out."

Warrens eyebrows rose. "At this hour?"

Kurt chuckled. "Well, Blaines a part-time personal trainer, so we sometimes use the gym after hours. Have it all to ourselves." And then shared a warm, private glance with Blaine. 

"Ah, I see." Warren nodded. "Well, I better get going. It was good meeting you, Blaine. I guess Ill be seeing you both next week." And he smiled as they said goodbye and he walked on. 

"Next week?" Blaine asked as Kurt snuggled back against his side. 

Kurt leaned closer to press a kiss near Blaines ear. "You know, my performance thing. Rachel mentioned it to him when they had lunch the other day, and ended up asking him to be her plus-one for it."

Blaine sighed. "Are you OK with having your ex there?"

Pulling back, Kurt gave him a searching look, and then a small smile. "Blaine, calm your possessive beast down already. Hes just a friend now, thats all hes been for ages. He just wants to hear me sing, be a supportive friend."

"OK, OK..." Blaine grumbled, giving Kurt a tight squeeze as they headed back to their apartment.

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Clapping loudly, Blaine rose to his feet along with the rest of the audience. 

Onstage, Kurt was smiling widely, beaming with pleasure, as he took his bows with the other featured students from his program. To be selected for this performance was a great honor, and he was the only second year student there. The rest were seniors. And hed blown them out of the water. 

As soon as they were off stage and the curtain closed, Blaine was out of his seat and moving to the stage door, slipping into the private hallway. Outside Kurts dressing room, he knocked gently.

The door opened and Kurt gave him a wide smile. Blaine rushed forward, wrapping his arms tight around Kurt and lifting him off the ground slightly, making Kurt give out a delighted giggle. 

"Oh my god, Kurt! You were so fantastic!" Blaine gushed, feeling so proud of him. Kurt had worked such long, long hours at Juilliard, and it was amazing to see the development of his skill under the professional instruction. 

Looking pleased and a little embarrassed at the praise, Kurt dipped his head. "Thanks, Blaine. And thanks for approaching your prof at NYU about me so long ago. I would never have considered going back to school without their interest in me."

Pulling back reluctantly, Blaine presented Kurt with the wrapped package of roses.

Kurt gave him a kiss on the cheek in thanks, opening the wrapping and burying his face in the blooms to inhale their scent, gushing on about how beautiful they were.

Sitting down on the sofa, Blaine relaxed and got comfortable. "Now, can I take you out for some drinks to celebrate?" 

Taking a long sip of water, Kurt nodded. "That sounds perfect. I just need to change and make an appearance at the reception in the lobby. Thank my instructors, that type of thing. But it shouldnt take long." He slipped off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. 

There was a knock on the door that stopped his motions, and Kurt shrugged at Blaine as he went over to it. 

Rachel flew through the open door; a ball of excited energy, and gave Kurt a hard hug. "Kurt! Kurt! You were so fucking great!"

Blaine chuckled as Kurt tried to calm his excited friend down, chatting together about his performance in singing terminology that went over Blaines head. But his eyes narrowed as Warren stepped into the dressing room, wearing a slate blue suit. Oh yeah, he had come with Rachel.

Kurt received him with friendly warmth, giving him a light hug and looking pleased at the compliments on his singing. Looking a bit shocked when Warren gave him a large bouquet of colorful gerbera daisies.

But Kurt barely had time to set them on the counter when there was another knock on the door. Giving Rachel and Warren a nod, he opened the door again. 

It was almost like watching the scene on repeat. A tiny crazy brunette hugged Kurt hard, praising his performance. And then another handsome man in a suit was hugging Kurt, and giving him flowers. Blaine recognized Lucy, dressed quite sedately for her in a black dress, with sparkly pins decorating her upswept hair. He could hear Kurt when he greeted the man warmly. Oh, so that was Scott. Blaines stomach dropped as they hugged.

Another knock on the door, and Kurt excused himself to open it. A dark haired man dressed in an immaculate Armani black suit stepped in, giving Kurt a bouquet that was almost obscenely huge. Kurt accepted it eagerly, wowed by the beautiful flowers, and gave Mason a tight hug as he put the flowers down. The counter was getting quite full, and Blaine frowned as his small bouquet got buried and forgotten under the others.

It was getting quite crowded and loud in the small dressing room, and Kurt was beaming in delight as his friends raved over his singing and stage presence. 

There was another knock on the door, and Kurt was so involved with talking with everyone, he didnt even notice. 

Rolling his eyes, Blaine got off the sofa and worked his way through the people to get to the door. He opened it, and there was a guy about his age and height, with glasses and light brown hair. He was holding a potted purple orchid wrapped in clear cellophane. 

"Who the hell are you?" Blaine growled, exasperated. How many fucking men were going to be fawning all over his fucking boyfriend before this fucking night was over?

The guy seemed to shrink slightly under Blaines glowering stare. "Im...um....um..."

"Chandler! What the fuck are you doing here?!!" Kurt pushed Blaine to the side of the doorway to gather the shy man in a long, tight hug. 

Pushing up his glasses, Chandler beamed at Kurt. "I heard through some music friends that you were going to Juilliard now, and had to see it for myself. I always knew you could sing that great, if they just gave you a chance."

Sighing, Blaine headed back to his sofa, and dropped onto it.  Really, should he even bother staying? Kurt obviously had lots of friends and admirers here. Would he even notice if Blaine left?

Eventually, Kurt pushed them all out of the dressing room, laughing as he said hed see them at the reception after hed changed.

After closing the door behind them, Kurt sunk down on the sofa beside Blaine with a sigh, leaning his head against his shoulder. The room seemed almost too quiet now. 

After a minute, Kurt gave him a questioning look. "You seem really tense, Blaine. Are you OK?"

Blaine nodded, attempting a smile but it looked more like a grimace. "Im fine, Kurt. Come on, get changed. This is your night and I want you to soak in all the praise and attention. You deserve it after all your hard work." He leaned closer, giving Kurt a light kiss. 

Shaking his head, Kurt shifted until he was straddling Blaine, looking down into his face. "No, Im not moving until you tell me whats going on, Blaine. You are all wound up and I can tell somethings bugging you."

Tilting his head back against the sofa, Blaine sighed. "Kurt, I know its stupid, and Im trying to push down the feelings. I dont want anything to interfere with your night."

"Just tell me. I cant relax and enjoy myself if Im worried about you." Kurts eyes were concerned and so loving on Blaines. 

Blaine huffed. "Its my stupid possessive side, Kurt. I can maybe handle one of your exs fawning all over you, but four of them? All dressed up in designer suits and giving you lavish flower arrangements? How can I fucking compete with that?" 

Kurts gaze softened, and he cupped Blaines cheek, leaning close for a tender but thorough kiss that had them both breathless by the end of it. "Honey, there is no competition. You won, hands down. Im so completely yours. I love you, and only you, so much."

Blaine smiled up at Kurt. "I love you too, babe. More than words can even say."

Shifting off Blaine, Kurt cuddled along his side and played with his tie. "Then why do you seem so tense still?"

Shrugging, Blaine just bit his lip. "Maybe its just my own insecurities, or something."

Nodding, Kurt took his hand and squeezed it. "I cant say Im not flattered by all the attention. I went for so many years thinking no one would ever want me. Its kind of amazing to have all these handsome men buzzing around me." 

He turned to face Blaine better. "But two of them are guys I kissed and felt no chemistry with at all. I seriously thought I was asexual because of them." 

Blaine chuckled, squeezing Kurts hand at how wrong that belief had turned out. From that first amazing kiss in the park, to the Empire State Building, to the one Kurt had just given him, there was no question they had amazing sexual chemistry. 

"But you had a connection with Mason and Warren." Blaine couldnt help but point out. 

Kurt shrugged, not able to deny it. "Yes, but we werent that good a match. You are it for me, babe. You know how Warren commented about how I was glowing when we saw him after being at the gym?"

Blaine nodded. 

Leaning closer, Kurt bit on Blaines earlobe, small little bites. He whispered into his ear, soft and sexy. "He never had me screaming out his name, and drifting in pleasure for five minutes after. Hes never seen me all blissed-out and glowing like that, from anything he ever did to me. He had no idea it was even possible. I had no idea either, until you came along."

Blaine turned to look at Kurt, and could see every word was true. And the tension inside him relaxed. He leaned close, capturing Kurts lips with his own in a deep, hungry kiss. Fuck, he loved this man so, so much. And he smiled against Kurts lips in pure happiness as he felt Kurt fumbling with the fastenings of his dress pants, impatient hands pushing the material out of the way.

And when they joined the party a little while later, Kurt kept Blaine right at his side as everyone complimented Kurts performance. And whenever someone made a comment about how his skin seemed to glow, they shared a private glance, trying not to chuckle.

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