“So, my dear, are you missing your British boyfriend?” Isabelle passed over a martini glass to Kurt as she sunk down onto the sofa beside him.

Kurt took a sip of his drink, and smiled at his friend. “Mmmm, this is tasty. I thought it was a Cosmopolitan.”

She chuckled. “Pomegranate martini. Just something a little different. Now quit avoiding my question.”

Rolling his eyes, Kurt typed quickly, knowing his old friend wouldn't stop bugging him unless he gave her a good answer. “He hardly fits that title, Isabelle.”

Her aqua eyes pinned Kurt's grey-blue. “Come on, honey. I saw you two dancing at that party. I saw that kiss. I saw him practically dragging you out the door.”

Feeling the heat rush across his skin, Kurt dipped his face, giving it a second to cool. He sighed as he lifted it back up and took a sip of his drink. “That was a moment of insanity. Yes, we left together, but we didn't stay together very long.” Kurt grimaced at Isabelle.

“Oh really?” Her eyes widened in interest. “Tell me more…”

It was embarrassing, but over the years, they had shared far worse with each other. “We were heading back to his hotel, making out in the back of the taxi. We had been hanging out together so much, going to so many events, getting along well. And I could see the looks he was giving me sometimes, and I was probably giving them back occasionally. It would be so easy to just get back together…”

“But…” Isabelle prompted.

Kurt shrugged. “His hands were on my lower back, pulling my shirt out of my pants, and then his hand slid over the bare skin above my waistband…and it just didn't feel right.”

She waved for him to continue, as she sipped on her drink.

“Instead of feeling good, making me want more, it just felt… I don't know. But it pulled me out of it, and I kind of froze. He noticed, and it killed the mood. We ended up at his hotel, and only he got out of the taxi.” Kurt had wanted to apologize, to explain to Adam, but Adam had only given him a bit of a sad look, before he shook his head and left. The next day, he had texted Adam, and they left things on a friendly note, but they didn't see each other again before he went back to London.

Isabelle reached over and put her hand on Kurt's arm. “Well, I'm sorry it didn't work out for you. But didn't you mention wanting to talk about ‘boy trouble'?”

Refilling their glasses from the pitcher on the coffee table, Kurt thought about what to say. “Theres a different guy. His name is Blaine.” And felt his face warm again.

Nudging his shoulder with her's, Isabelle gave him an encouraging smile. “Oh really? Only a few months out of a coma, and there are two guys after you? It's just like old times, when you were such a flirt.”

Taking a big sip of his drink, Kurt set it down. He'd better pace himself. “Hardly. I'm so rusty at all this. It was just Adam for ages.”

“Tell me about Blaine. Where did you meet him?” Isabelle sat back, crossing her legs and showing off some killer heels.

Kurt chuckled to himself thinking of how they met. “He helped me out when I was recovering, and we became friends. And after Carole left, we got more involved. But then I got busy with the play and …” He sighed, biting his lip.

Shaking her head, Isabelle shifted closer and wrapped her arms around him tight. “Oh sweetie, not again.” Her hands were soothing on his back. She had been there all during his early years of dating. Getting involved with someone, and not being able to balance it with his crazy work schedule. She had been there, helping him pick up the pieces.

When she pulled back, Kurt's eyes were very troubled, and he nodded. “I suck so bad at relationships. I always seem to fuck things up. And now, we've been hanging out, and I feel so drawn to him. But he only wants to be friends.”

“So, you were together, it ended, and then you were with Adam, or at least looking like you were with him. Does Blaine know you want to get back together?” Isabelle asked.

Kurt could feel his face flush again, and typed fast. The sooner the whole things were out, the sooner she would give him advice. Advice that he desperately needed. “After going out a few times casually, I kissed him. That's when he jumped off the sofa and said he only wanted to be friends.”

Isabelle shrugged. “Well, maybe he doesn't feel that way about you anymore. Or maybe he's miffed that you were with Adam. Or like me, thinks you are still involved with him. A long distance relationship.”

Giving her a considering look, Kurt thought over her answers. He'd seen Blaine give him some long looks, admiring looks, but then he would seem to stop himself. So, there was interest there, but something was not working.

“But Adam and I never said we were back together. We just went to a bunch of events and let the press take our picture. And he's been gone for over a month. No mention of us in the press at all for ages. Do you really think Blaine thinks I'm involved with Adam still?” Kurt just shook his head in disbelief.

Isabelle shrugged. “Well, it wouldn't hurt to make sure you tell him very clearly about that situation. Plus, maybe he was pissed to see you all cozy with your ex after being with him not long before that.”

Tossing back the rest of his drink, Kurt sank back on the sofa. Crap. Why hadn't he thought of any of this? Maybe just knowing that they were just promoting the show had blinded Kurt to it. Or maybe he didn't think Blaine would care anyways.

“OK, I'll talk to him about it. But what if it's just that he's not interested in me romantically anymore? I had my one and only chance with him in the summer, and fucked it up?” Kurt thought this was far more likely. Blaine had probably seen the media coverage of Kurt with Adam and seen through it right away. “Is there any way I can fix it? Nate says I should ‘woo' him.”

The drinks were really hitting them both by now, but that didn't stop Isabelle from pouring them both another one. She giggled. “Woo? Woo, woo, woooooooo…..”

Kurt grinned at her. “You sound like a drunk owl.” His dry comment sent her into a fit of giggles, and Kurt joined in, shaking with his almost silent laughter. It felt good.

Reaching over to a side table, Isabelle grabbed her iPad. “Let's see what this all knowing machine says.” She googled ‘how to woo a man', and was giggling hard at the results.

“Come on, I need advice…” Kurt nudged her shoulder.

Isabelle raised a hand, and looked up from the screen, giving him a laughing glance. She looked back down at the screen, reading aloud. “Guys love it when you look up at them. It makes them feel ‘manly'. So tilt your chin down, and flash him a couple sultry glances…” She followed the instructions, her chin tilted down, and giving Kurt a look with a lot of fluttering eyelashes.

Copying her, Kurt tried to keep a straight face as they gave their most sultry stares to each other.

“Stop, stop, you are making me hot!” Isabelle giggled, waving her hand near her face and scrolling back down the iPad screen.“Kick it up an octave… men are naturally attracted to lilting, high-pitched voices…”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Got that already, honey.” His voice app was made from his old voice, and it was pitched high enough.

“Yeah, and this one is talking about how to get gorgeous, glowing skin…you can check that one off too.” Isabelle grinned at her friend, enjoying the way he blushed a little again at the compliment, his colour already slightly heightened from the booze.

Kurt slapped her arm playfully. “OK, OK, enough telling me stuff I do already. I need to know what else to do.”

Isabelle held up her glass in a toasting manner. “This article also recommends pomegranate juice…. It's supposed to increase the sex drive. Some study showed that men kissed more passionately after drinking it than the guys who didn't.”

Setting down his empty glass, Kurt puckered up his lips, moving towards Isabelle. She was giggling and pushing him away, almost spilling the rest of her drink in the process.

“Kurt! Stop it! This is serious.” Isabelle tried to keep a straight face as she sat up on the sofa and set her drink down, a little giggle still escaping as she went back to the iPad. “Oh, here's one I dare you to try. Pre-party with yourself. If you get turned on (or even orgasm) before your date, the signs of arousal, like full lips, pink cheeks and the pheromones you emit when turned on will all work on him in primal ways."

Kurt rolled his eyes. “So, I'm going to ‘fly solo' before he arrives, give him juice, and look at him funny. And this, along with my voice and skin, will send him into a frenzy over me?”

Setting down the iPad, Isabelle sat back and leaned against him “It was on the Internet. You know it's always right.” She nudged him with her elbow. “Do you have any pictures of him on your phone? I want to check out this guy who has you in such a tizzy.”

And they cuddled together, looking over the pictures. Isabelle commented lots on his curly hair and big eyes, oohing and ahhing.

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Looking over his tiles, Kurt considered his next move carefully. And then he laid out three tiles with blue symbols on them on the table.

“OK, four points for you.” Blaine jotted down the score on a pad of paper, and looked at his tiles as Kurt drew more from the drawstring bag.

Taking a sip of his mocha, Kurt watched Blaine as he was concentrating on his game pieces. It was a safe way to look his fill as Blaine was so occupied, letting his eyes travel over his messy curls, his long dark eyelashes, the fullness of his lower lip. Taking in the well-washed red plaid shirt over a white tee, the material fitted enough for Kurt to be reminded of Blaine's lightly muscled chest and arms. He looked so good in the soft afternoon light.

“Kurt, it's your turn.” Blaine smiled, with a teasing look that sent a flare of awareness through him.

Pulling his attention back to the game, Kurt looked to see what Blaine had done in his last move. Grinning, Kurt was able to finish a line of squares and get extra points. “Qwirkle.” He typed, and wasn't surprised when his voice app had to revert to the default voice. He had never said that word before in his life. But it was their first time playing the game.

Blaine chuckled at hearing the old American accented voice, the one Kurt had used before Sam revamped Kurt's voice app. “Hearing that voice reminds me of getting to know you back then. Arguing over that murder documentary and trying to convince you to go public about waking up from the coma.”

“That was such a weird phase of my life. Just working with all the health professionals, seeing if I could regain my strength. Hanging out the Hannah and you so much. Barely leaving the apartment for months.” Kurt just shook his head.

After setting down his next tiles and writing down his score, Blaine waved at the server walking by to refill his coffee. “You've had a pretty amazing year. Lots of changes.” His warm brown eyes met Kurt's, easy and friendly. Crinkling a little in the corners. Adorable.

The board game café was mostly empty on this cool Monday afternoon. Blaine was between projects, and Kurt always had Mondays off, so it seemed like a perfect time to check out the various games on their shelves.

But Kurt couldn't relax and just enjoy the time with Blaine. The conversation with Isabelle kept popping into his thoughts. He thought of how to bring it all up, discuss it.

“Blaine, there's been something on my mind lately. Something I wanted to make sure we were on the same page on.” Kurt finally typed, just needing to start somewhere.

Blaine's eyebrows rose, and he leaned back in his chair, his hands cupping his coffee mug. “Sure, Kurt. What is it?”

Looking down at his phone, Kurt paused before he started typing, editing a little before he hit Speak. “It's about Adam. About when he was here back when the show was opening, and we were doing all that promotional stuff for it…”

Blaine seemed to still, and the warmth in his eyes faded, becoming a little guarded. He scoffed. “What about it, Kurt? Your message was pretty clear. I'm not an idiot.”

Kurt nodded in return. See, he was right. Blaine had seen right through their media act and knew it was just promotion for the show. Hed bug Isabelle later.

"Good, good. And hes back in the UK now anyways." Obviously nothing was going on with a guy in a different country.

Blaine nodded. "Yes. And you are keeping out of the media now."

Kurt lowered his brows in confusion. "Well, its certainly nothing like before. But if I go out, Im not avoiding the media or anything." The show was well established, and Kurt had done enough self-promotion for now.

"Yeah, you didnt seem to shy away from them taking pictures of us together.” Blaine said, looking at Kurt assessingly.

Kurt shook his head. "It didnt bug you, did it?" Blaine's comment brought up memories of when their zoo pictures had been online, and he hadn't wanted to be identified in them. Maybe he just wanted to stay out of the spotlight.

Blaine shook his head, slowly. "No, as long as you are OK with it. Does it bug you to see pictures of Adam with other guys in the press?"

Raising his eyebrows, Kurt shook his head. "No, not at all. He has his life there, I have mine here. Hes probably back to going out with that tennis guy again." He shrugged a shoulder, trying to come across as nonchalant. He hadn't even bothered looking at what Adam was up to these days. And he certainly didn't want Blaine to get the idea that he was upset that Adam was seeing other men.

Blaine looked back down at the board game, placing a few red tiles down. He didn't seem to have any reaction to what Kurt had said at all. Kurt had basically said “Hey! I'm totally available and here if you want me!” But it didn't seem like Blaine cared.

Pushing back his chair, Kurt went to the washroom before the tears escaped his eyes.Fuck. It's too little, too late. Blaine might have had feelings for me before, but they are gone now.

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I followed your advice and talked to Kurt. -B

Really? What did he say? -C

I basically repeated his email back to him and he confirmed it all. Adam is back in the UK and they seem to have an open arrangement that they can see other people. -B

Woah!!! And he wants you as a bit on the side? -C

Well, we didnt talk about that exactly, but hes been really attentive and flirty around me lately. -B

I wonder if I can get my wife to agree to something like that. -C

Haha… dream on. Shed kill you first. –B

I'm still shocked that Broadway's big star for all those years is into something like that. - C

Gay couples don't always follow straight rules. Open relationships aren't that uncommon. I've even seen it with musicians and artistic straight people I've worked with. - B

So, are you actually considering this????!!!!!! Being the other man? -C

No, I know Id end up getting hurt, not being his one and only. :- ( -B

Im sensing a ‘but' at the end of that sentence ... Or should I say butt, as in the legendary butt of Kurt Hummel? (_|_) -C

Blaine chuckled at Cooper's text, and sighed as he typed the next message.

BUT I can't deny I'm so, so attracted to him. He's gorgeous, funny, sexy, smart, talented, brave… -B

It took a while for Cooper to answer.

So, at Christmas, should we set a couple extra places? One for your boyfriend, and another for your boyfriend's boyfriend? – C

Fuck off, Cooper. – B

Blaine put his phone back into his pocket and walked slowly back to his apartment, still trying to process the conversation with Kurt at the café. He was just so casual about it, like it wasn't that weird to talk about his boyfriend being in another country and going out with other men. So, they just date whoever they want when they are apart? And they just hang out together when they can, no hard feelings or jealousy?

In a way, it made sense. Kurt's schedule was pretty intense, and he had a hard time taking time off during a run of a play. Adam seemed to work in various areas, and travel a lot. It must be impossible to be in a regular relationship together.

Maybe that partially explained how Kurt was in the summer. All intense with Blaine for so many weeks, but then letting it all fade away when his attention was grabbed by the show. If Adam and Kurt had an open relationship before the accident, maybe Kurt was used to just having short term, intense relationships with other guys like that. Maybe it hadn't meant as much to Kurt as it had to Blaine.

But as Blaine thought back on that time they had been together, all those long, intimate conversations were what really stood out. Kurt had been so open, so vulnerable. He hadn't acted like it was something casual with Blaine back then.

And he didn't seem that way now either.

Sighing again, Blaine rubbed his hands over his face, feeling frustrated. He was too attracted to Kurt to just be his friend. But he couldn't handle being in a poly relationship either, even if it meant being with Kurt. That only left one other option, and he didn't like that one either.

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“Thanks again for coming with me today, Blaine. I'll probably be OK, but it will be good if you can keep an eye on me in case I'm going to faint or something.” Kurt typed fast, and smiled. Their taxi stopped, and Kurt paid the driver before hopping out with his gym bag.

Blaine shrugged. “You know me, I like helping you out. Plus, I've never tried hot yoga before.”

Entering the studio, Kurt paid for their class and led the way to the change room. He hadn't been to this studio for a couple years, but things weren't much different. “It feels good, and when your muscles are so warm, you can get deeper into the poses, stretch farther.”

They found a couple empty lockers and quickly changed. Kurt had given Blaine the basics, telling him to eat a light meal at least an hour before the class, and to dress in snug shorts and a tank top. Hot yoga was very sweaty, and loose, wet clothing just got in the way. That it just happened to be a perfect way to get Blaine dressed in very little was a bonus.

In the studio, they put out their yoga mats with non-slip towels on top. Dropping down onto their mats as they waited for the class to start, Kurt looked Blaine over. He was wearing black athletic shorts, and a dark grey tank top.

“Wow… it's so hot and humid in here.” Blaine laid back, taking deep breaths.

Kurt nodded. “Over 100 F, and about 40% humidity.” Already, he could feel sweat beading on his back. The heat was sinking into his body, loosening him up.

The class started, and Blaine followed along quite well. Kurt could tell he wasn't that experienced in yoga, but he was athletic enough to do most poses. After about ten minutes, everyone was dripping wet with sweat.

After about twenty minutes, Blaine swore softly and took a sip from his water bottle.

Kurt just gave him a questioning look, not wanting to move out of his pose to use his phone.

Blaine just fanned a hand near his face, signalling that he was just hot. And then, he just grabbed the bottom of his tank top, and pulled it off.

It was times like this that Kurt was glad that he had lost his voice, because he probably would have made some kind of involuntary whimpering noise at seeing Blaine like that. All he was wearing now was some snug little black shorts. Not even shoes and socks. Just shorts and a lot of skin. Naked, sweaty skin.

Kurt tried to pay attention to the class, but so often found his eyes on Blaine, tracing a drop of sweat as it ran down his muscular leg, or down his back. This was delicious torture.

“Are you feeling OK, Kurt? You are looking a bit dazed or something.” Blaine's voice broke through his sexy daydreams, and it took a second for Kurt to pull himself together. He nodded, giving a small smile back.

Thankfully, the class ended soon after that. And when Blaine insisted on wrapping an arm around Kurt's waist to help him back to the locker room, Kurt didn't object. But being that close to Blaine's hot, sweaty body, pressed right up against him, probably made him more unstable.

Blaine gave him a worried look.

“I'll be OK once I have a shower and cool down a bit.” Kurt typed, and got his towel and toiletries out of the locker. The showers were luckily individual stalls. He didn't think he could have handled a group shower area, watching Blaine running soapy hands over his naked body or shampooing his hair. Naked.

The shower felt good, washing away all the sweat and cooling down. Kurt chuckled to himself when the advice Isabelle had read out the other night came to mind. No need to pre-party with himself before hanging out again with Blaine. Hed been simmering at a low level of arousal since the yoga class started.

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"Thanks again for coming with me today. Its the first time doing hot yoga since the accident, and I wasnt that sure how Id handle it." Kurt smiled at Blaine in the back of the taxi.

They were both drinking from large water bottles, trying to replace the fluids they had lost during the class.

Blaine looked at Kurt, his eyes concerned. "Kurt, I think you should take it easy the rest of the day. That was a pretty strenuous class."

The taxi pulled up to Kurts building. "I feel fine, Blaine." He gathered his things to go inside.

"Kurt, is it OK if I come in and hang with you a bit? If I go home now, Ill just worry that youve fallen over and cant get up." Blaine seemed genuine in his concern, so Kurt nodded back to him.

As if Kurt would ever say no to having Blaine alone with him in his apartment. Just like he had no objections when Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurts waist as they walked into his building. Did Blaine seriously think Kurt was weak from the yoga class, or was he just using this as a way to get close to Kurt?

As they rode up the elevator, Kurt desperately hoped it was the latter.

Once inside the apartment, they dropped their gym bags and took off their winter coats.

"Hey, why dont you go pick out a movie for us to watch? I have a new recipe for a pomegranate smoothie I can make for us." Kurt felt a bit nervous and excited, trying to appear normal as Blaine nodded and headed towards the living room.

In the kitchen, Kurt did some deep breaths, trying to calm down, as he made the smoothies and made up a tray of healthy snacks.

It was late afternoon now, and the sun was already setting in the winter sky. Maybe, after the movie, he could convince Blaine to stay for supper. Order in some food, and watch another movie. And maybe, just maybe, it would feel right and things might happen between them again.

Kurt was tempted, oh so tempted, to make a move on Blaine. But after what happened last time, he was determined to wait for Blaine to make a move, or to give a very clear signal of interest. If he pushed things and made Blaine uncomfortable, he might just stop seeing Kurt completely.

Blaine was already in his regular spot on the sofa, like so many other times they had hung out together here. It felt so right, so good, having him here. Living with Blaine, even before they got involved, had been fun and easy. Comfortable. They got along so well. Had great conversations. Great laughs. Shared their thoughts about everything. And more than anything, Kurt wanted that back.

"Kurt, you should have asked for help with this." Blaine admonished as he jumped up and helped Kurt put the tray on the coffee table.

Sitting down, Kurt just shook his head. "Blaine, thanks for your concern, but Im not a weak invalid anymore. Im managing just fine."

Blaines eyes travelled over Kurts chest before flicking up to meet his. "Um, yeah. Old habits." He fumbled with the remote. "I picked Guardians of the Galaxy. Hope thats OK."

Passing Blaine his smoothie, Kurt settled back on the sofa with his. "Sounds perfect. Chris Pratt is so funny and sexy in that."

Letting out a surprised chuckle, Blaine took a sip of his drink. "Its hard to picture him as your type."

"Oh honey, he has a great smile and hes hilarious. That was enough for me even before that scene with his shirt off." Kurt quipped back, happy to be joking around with Blaine.

It had been a while since they had seen the movie last, and they both had fun watching it. Kurt watched for signs from the pomegranate drink, but so far Blaine seemed to be acting normal. No signs of increased passion. Dang.

What else was he supposed to do to woo Blaine? Hed already shown him lots of glowing skin at the yoga studio, and had felt a rush when hed caught Blaines eyes on his body. He had worn yoga shorts and a tank top, both items very form-fitting. The tank showed that he was getting some muscle tone back in his arms and chest, the working out with weights at the gym starting to show results. And doing yoga, he was in all sorts of bendy poses. If Blaine was at all interested in him that way still, he would have had ample opportunity to check him out.

The movie ended and Kurt switched on a table lamp, the soft light washing over the both of them. Blaine looked relaxed and happy, not jumping up to leave.

Dipping his chin a little, Kurt looked up at Blaine, trying for a bit of a sultry look. "Want to order some food in for dinner? Im getting kind of hungry." And when he said that last word, he couldnt help dropping his gaze to Blaines mouth. Wanting so badly to feel them against his own. It had been so long.

Blaines eyes seemed enormous, and he swallowed hard. Shifting to sit up straighter on the sofa, he reached over to dip a baby carrot in the hummus and popped it into his mouth. "Um, sure. I could really go for some Moo shu pork."

Kurt realized he was actually really hungry, and they chuckled as Blaine placed an order for a huge amount of food. It wasnt long before it was delivered and they were digging in. Kurt had put some music on, and smiled happily over at Blaine as he ate his hot and sour soup.

"Youve got some hoisin sauce on your cheek." Kurt grinned at Blaine as he pushed his empty plate onto the coffee table.

Grabbing a napkin, Blaine rubbed it over his mouth and on his cheeks. "Its those little moo shu pancakes. So tasty, but I always end up with sauce everywhere. There, did I get it?" He tilted his chin up towards Kurt.

Grinning a little, Kurt shook his head and pointed to a spot on his own face, to the right of his mouth. Blaine rubbed his own face near the spot, but still didnt get it. Kurt just shook his head again, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Blaine let out an impatient huff and held out the napkin to Kurt. "Here. You clean me up then."

Chuckling, Kurt shifted closer on the sofa, putting a couple fingers under Blaines chin to tilt it towards the light and he rubbed the sauce away from his cheek. But when his gaze caught Blaines, he just froze at the heat there.

"Kurt." Blaine said softly, and his eyes were big and dark, drawing Kurt in. His eyes went to Kurts mouth, and then he was moving, his hand digging into Kurts soft, unstyled hair as his lips pressed hard against Kurts.

Barely able to breathe, Kurt kissed Blaine back, sinking into the kisses, savouring them. He had wanted this for so long, so much. And they were even better than he remembered. Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes...

Too scared to make a wrong move, Kurt followed Blaines lead, kissing down his neck when he did, pressing their bodies closer. Kissing whatever skin he could reach, it all being part of this incredible, wonderful man. Irresistible. More, more, please anything, more...

Blaine moaned at the light nip of Kurts teeth on his throat, rolling them both over on the sofa until he was lying on top of Kurt. Their legs were tangled together, and he shifted to press his hips against Kurts, smiling in satisfaction as Kurt arched up into him.

Kurt regretted not having his voice so much at times like this, wanting so badly to tell Blaine how good this felt, to moan his name. Anything to encourage him. Tell him how completely he was his. He could only kiss along Blaines collarbone, rubbing his hands over his back, rocking their bodies together.

Blaine sat up a little, looking down at Kurts big dark eyes, mussed hair and kiss-swollen lips. "Mmmm you look so good like this, Kurt. And its all for me, isnt it?"

Nodding, Kurt looked up and held Blaines eyes, wanting him to see in. See how much he wanted this. Wanting him. Nothing held back.

"Fuck, Kurt. You are so fucking hot." Blaines voice was scratchy, sending a zing of arousal through Kurt at the sexy words. His hand went down Kurts chest, lower and lower, until he cupped over Kurts erection. "Hmmm...so hard for me...all this just for me..."

Kurt so wanted to say back something like, "Yes, yes, just for you, only you..." But he could only nod repeatedly, closing his eyes, and pressing up against Blaines hand.Please, please.... Keep touching me like that...

But then Blaine shifted away, pulling off Kurt and sitting down on the sofa, breathing hard. Not touching Kurt at all anymore.

Kurt sat up too, looking curiously at Blaine.What was going on? Why did he stop? He put a tentative hand on Blaines shoulder.

Blaine looked down at his hand, and then up at Kurts face. His expression was upset, strained. "Kurt, I want you so much, and I even thought of doing this with you. Really considered it. But I cant. It would just hurt too much. Im sorry."

Kurts eyes widened. Shit shit fuck fuck no.He looked around frantically for his phone, and fumbled to grab it. But Blaine was already getting off the sofa, heading towards the door.

Running to the door, Kurt planted himself in front of it. There was no fucking way he was going to let Blaine leave without having a chance to talk. His fingers were shaking and uncooperative, but he was finally able to type correctly. "Blaine, please. Talk to me about this. Please please. I care about you so, so much."

Blaines eyes were big and troubled, and he looked over Kurts face thoroughly. Taking in his big stormy blue eyes, brimming with tears, the way he was biting his bottom lip with nervousness. Kurt was truly laying himself bare in front of Blaine, and he could tell he really meant what he said. He closed his eyes for a second, just taking a deep breath.

The tears were seeping from his own eyes as Blaine looked back. "I really, really care about you too, Kurt. But this just isnt right for me. I cant do it." He dropped a quick light kiss on Kurts lips, and pushed a stunned Kurt away from the door to escape.

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A/N: Post & paste the links below if you are interested in wooing men or the Qwirkle game (seriously fun).

http://www.glamour.com/gallery/10-ways-to-seduce-your-man-in-seconds#7

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qwirkle