"You totally had sex!"

Blaine pulled the phone away as she let out a peal of laughter. Yup, it was his best friend, Santana Lopez. They had grown up together, ever since her family had moved in next to the Anderson's when Blaine was six and had remained close even after he went to Dalton in high school and she began traveling the world after.

He brought the phone back to his ear as she cackled. "How can you even tell? I said ONE word!"

"Because Auntie Tana always knows."

"Whatever, 'Auntie Tana'. Are you back in the States?"

"Yup, yup, which means get your couch ready, bitch, 'cause we've got a lot of catching up to do."

"All right, when will you be in town?" Blaine asked as he arrived at the building, hurrying to step inside and out of the cold weather.

"I'm heading to the parentals right now. You still working at the school?"

"Yeah." He nodded at the woman behind the desk as he headed to the elevators.

"Hm, well, are you busy this weekend or are you going to be too busy fucking whoever to hang out with your dear old friend?"

"Charming as always, San," Blaine said, rolling his eyes as he stepped on the elevator and pressed the button for his floor. He considered the question briefly. It was the last week of January, which meant Kurt was busy getting the magazine ready to go to print and it always left him exhausted, so they rarely went out the weekend after. "No, we don't have any plans, so feel free to come out. I'll have the couch nice and ready for you," he smirked.

"Whatever, bitch, I call your bed. See you in two days." She hung up before he could retort, leaving him rolling his eyes and tucking his phone in his pocket as the elevator doors slid open. He nodded to the receptionist as he passed and made his way to Kurt's office in the back.

"Hey, Leigh, is he with someone?" Blaine asked, pausing at her desk outside Kurt's door.

"Hello, Blaine! Actually, he's on the phone right now. Is Mr. Hummel expecting you?"

"No, I wanted to surprise him." Blaine winked.

"Well, go ahead and go in, I won't tell," Leigh laughed, waving him on. Blaine grinned, pushing open the door and stepping inside, closing it silently behind him. Kurt was sitting at his desk with Sophie in his lap, trying to keep her quiet as he spoke with somebody on the phone.

As soon as she saw him, Sophie let out a squeal and climbed off Kurt's lap yelling, "Blaine! Blaine!"

He bent down to pick her up, shushing her and looking at Kurt guiltily. Kurt just looked at him fondly, though somewhat exasperated. Blaine kept Sophie occupied until Kurt was done and came over, collapsing on his couch behind where Blaine was sitting on the floor.

"Hey, sweetie," Blaine said, tipping his head back so he could smile at Kurt, who leaned forward to kiss him, upside down.

"Hey, honey. To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?"

"I just came by to pick up Sophie and take her home."

Kurt blinked stupidly at him. "What?"

Blaine moved from his spot up on the couch, facing him. "Baby, you're exhausted. I'm going to take Sophie to the flat and when you get home, she will be clean and in bed and you will have a nice hot meal and, if you're good, a bathtub full of hot water." Kurt opened his mouth to protest but Blaine cut him off with a kiss. "Nope, none of that. Do what you have to do and we'll be waiting when you get home, okay?"

Kurt leaned in for another kiss. "You're perfect," he sighed, his breath ghosting across Blaine's lips.

"Not really, but it's sweet you think so," Blaine chuckled. He stood up and pulled Kurt into his arms. "We'll see you in a few hours."

"Thank you," Kurt mumbled into his sweater. They held each other for a moment before letting go. Kurt grabbed Sophie, kissing her and telling her that she was going with Blaine, while Blaine shrugged on his jacket and held out Sophie's. Together, they got her bundled up and out the door.

True to his word, Sophie was clean, sleeping soundly in her bedroom, a plate of chicken, rice, vegetables, and a roll was sitting on the table, steam gently wafting off of it and Blaine was pouring him a glass of water. As soon as Kurt was situated at the table and eating, Blaine went to the bathroom and ran a hot bath, complete with lavender scented bubbles.

"What? Lavender helps you relax!" Blaine told him indigently when Kurt just looked at him. Kurt rolled his eyes, chuckling as he began to strip down. Since Christmas, they had progressed from clothed frottage to unclothed frottage (which had the added bonus of not messing up their pants) and so neither was embarrassed when they were both naked. Blaine slid into the tub first and motioned for Kurt to sit in front of him.

Once they were situated, Blaine slowly began massaging Kurt's shoulders, using a bit of shower gel to help his hands move smoothly. Kurt let out a moan, his head falling forward as Blaine worked him over.

"I'm pretty sure you have magic hands," Kurt said. He felt Blaine's answering chuckle vibrate against his back as his slick hands kneaded the sore muscles.

"Mmm, is that like those fingers that vibrate or something? Because that's really kinky," Blaine smirked, laughing when Kurt reached back to smack him. He pulled on Kurt's shoulders until he was leaning back on Blaine, the shower gel making them slide together as they relaxed. Blaine began rubbing Kurt's arms and chest as the other man sighed.

They sat there for a few minutes, Kurt slowly falling asleep as Blaine's hands worked over his chest before moving lower. His breath hitched as long fingers traced the lightly defined muscles of his abdomen and the bones of his hips. "Blaine..."

"Hmm."

"What are yo- Oh!" Kurt's eyes flew open as one of Blaine's hands circled around his half hard cock and began moving, stroking slowly. Kurt moaned, tilting his head back against Blaine's shoulder as his hands scramble for a hold on Blaine's thighs. "Fuck."

"Sh, you have to be quiet," Blaine murmured into his ear, twisting his wrist. Kurt bit his lip, breathing heavily through his nose as he tried to contain the noises threatening to escape. "You feel so good, so hot and thick in my hand. I'm so glad things worked out for us, so glad that you came back into my life because I've been thinking about this for so long," Blaine whispered, his grip becoming tighter as his hand worked faster over Kurt's cock. The water provided enough of a lubricant that the friction felt perfect as Blaine's thumb came up to run along the ridge of the head and his other hand moved to cup Kurt's balls. He could feel Blaine's cock, hard and long, against his ass, grinding as he worked him over, Kurt's body tensing as the heat built low in his stomach.

"I can't wait to see you come; you're so beautiful when you let go." Blaine's mouth attached to his shoulder as his arm came up, circling Kurt's torso and pulling him more completely in Blaine's lap, his hard cock running along Kurt's crack as his hand moved faster under the water. Kurt whimpered as the head brushed against his hole, the fire in him snapping as his back bowled up, coming almost silently, tiny whines and breathless gasps as his nails dug into Blaine's leg.

Before he came down, Blaine began thrusting frantically against him, the hand previously stroking Kurt's cock now wrapped around his hips. Teeth sank into the back of his neck as Blaine came, still rutting against him until they were both boneless, drifting in the soiled tub.

"This is pretty gross," Kurt said suddenly, his voice too loud in the silence.

Blaine laughed, burrowing his face into Kurt's shoulder. "I agree. What do you say we rinse off before I head home?"

"Do you-" Kurt hesitated before continuing, spurred on by Blaine's questioning hum. "Would you like to stay here tonight?" He didn't look at Blaine, just played with his wrinkly hands under the water.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, if you want to."

Soft, wet lips pressed against his cheek. "I would love to."

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They both woke up at Kurt's alarm clock buzzing, their legs tangled together and Blaine sprawled across Kurt's chest. He took a moment to nuzzle the fabric under his cheek before propping his chin up.

"Stop looking at me," Kurt moaned, slapping the snooze button and flopping his arm over his face.

Blaine reached up, tugging at his arm. "No, let me see your beautiful face," he cajoled. Kurt finally relented, pouting at him as he hovered over Kurt. He grinned brightly. "Good morning, honey."

"Mmm, good morning." He craned his neck up so that he could kiss Blaine but quickly pulled back, his nose scrunched. "Sorry, morning breath."

"Damn, I don't have a toothbrush here either," Blaine groaned. He ducked down, brushing their lips together and Kurt was just considering deepening it, stinky breath be damned, when his alarm clock buzzed again.

"Fuck." He dropped back, slapping the newest cockblock in their lives. Blaine sighed, rolling off of him.

"It's fine, I should get home anyway." He pulled himself out of bed, grabbing his shirt and pants from where they were carefully folded on the nightstand next to him and tugging them on while Kurt went to the bathroom. He exited just before Blaine could leave the room, a small white cup in his hand.

"Swish this around in your mouth so I can kiss you goodbye," he demanded. Blaine looked down to see it was full of blue liquid and gave of a strong antiseptic smell. Smirking slightly, he took it and drained the whole thing, obediently rinsing his mouth. Moving past Kurt, he spat in the sink and washed his lips off.

"Satisfied?"

Kurt's arms curled around his neck as he leaned in. "Very much so."

"You need to get ready," he murmured. Kurt sighed, nodding even as he moved back in for another kiss.

"All right, get going," he finally said, smacking Blaine's ass before releasing him.

"Don't start something you can't finish, Hummel," Blaine retorted, mock glaring.

"Now I'm really leaving." He kissed him one last time before heading out, locking the door behind him. Once he arrived at his flat, he stripped down and showered. No matter how reluctant he was to wash the scent of Kurt off of him, he had to get ready for work. The day wore on with only a quick hello when Kurt dropped off Sophie and picked her up. Blaine had already told him about his plans for the weekend the night before and they agreed it probably wouldn't be a good idea for Blaine to come over again that night, so other than a few texts and seeing each other at the school, they didn't talk. Kurt was busy at work and Blaine was trying to get his flat ready for his visitor.

Santana was waiting, rather impatiently, for him when he got home Friday afternoon, rolling her eyes even as she embraced him tightly. They ordered take away and spent the night catching up on each other's lives, staying up well into the next morning. Only once they were eating brunch did she ask about who he was having sex with. Blaine told her the whole story, giving details that he had glossed over the night before. After he was done, she looked at him carefully.

"You really like this guy," she finally said.

Blaine bit his lip. "I'm in love with him, San."

She stared at him a moment longer before smiling knowingly and talking about the guys and girls she had hooked up with on her overseas adventures. The rest of the weekend was the same, interlaced with favourite movies and stories from their childhood. Sunday night, they hugged for a long time outside of Blaine's building.

"I'm going to miss you, hobbit," she mumbled into his shoulder.

"I'm going to miss you too, Satan."

She pulled back, swiping angrily at her tears. "I'll be back in a year or so, okay? And I want to meet your boy then, if he's still around."

Blaine nodded. "I'm sure he will be."

"Good. He better treat you right or Snix is going to come out to play," she threatened. The taxi driver waiting at the curb huffed, irritated at having been kept waiting. Santana glared at him hatefully before turning back to Blaine. "See you later, B."

He opened the door to the cab and slowly released her hand when she was seated. "Bye, San. Love you."

"Yeah, yeah, love you, too," she replied, brushing off the sentiment with a wave of her hand. He stood outside and waited until the car was out of sight before going back upstairs and texting Kurt.

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A couple of weeks later found Kurt scrunching his nose as he looked at the mass of red and pink construction paper hearts plastered all over the school. He was waiting at the office for them to bring Sophie up, since she had a doctor's appointment, but now all he could think about was the fact that Valentine's day was the next day.

"What's that look for?" a voice chuckled behind him. He turned to find Blaine standing there with Sophie, who immediately let go of him to run to Kurt.

"Oh, I just realized that tomorrow is Valentine's Day." He picked up his daughter and looked up just in time to see Blaine frowning.

"You don't like Valentine's Day?"

Kurt shrugged. "It's just kinda cheesy."

"Oh."

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"What did you mean earlier?" Blaine asked that night as they were sitting down to eat at his place. Sophie sat in the booster seat Blaine had bought for his flat, carefully sipping at a cup of juice as Kurt cut her meat for her.

"What?"

"Earlier today, when you were picking up Sophie, what you said. Do you not like Valentine's Day?"

Kurt shrugged, cutting into his own chicken breast. "Not really. I mean, it's a holiday designed to make single people feel lonelier and make men spend more money on their girlfriends or wives or whatever."

"But you're not single this year," Blaine pressed.

"No, but I still find the holiday incredibly cheesy."

"Oh." There was a beat of silence. "So you don't want to go out tomorrow night?"

Kurt's fork clattered as it dropped from his numb fingers. "What?"

"I just thought, since it was our first Valentine's Day together..." Blaine shrugged, not looking at Kurt as he stabbed some peas with his fork.

"Blaine, do you want to go out?"

Blaine paused, considering it. He'd always liked Valentine's Day, even when he was single. It was a day all about spreading (admittedly overpriced) love and he was a big fan of that. But it wouldn't be any fun if Kurt wasn't having fun. "Well, I was thinking about it but if you don't want to, we don't have to." He smiled sweetly at Kurt. "We can just do what we do every night; we don't have to waste money going out and showing off our love. We know we love each other and that's all that matters."

Kurt picked up Blaine's free hand, tangling their fingers together. "Are you sure, sweetie? We can do something."

"As long as I get to spend it with you, that's all that matters." Blaine squeezed his fingers, smiling sweetly at Kurt before they returned to their meal and let Sophie pick a movie for the night. In the back of his mind, Blaine began to plan.

Blaine started making his chilli after they left, allowing it to simmer overnight. When Kurt and Sophie came over, they spent their Valentine's Day eating it while watching a few stupid-funny comedy movies Kurt had borrowed from Finn.

"This is much better than going to some overpriced, crowded restaurant," Blaine whispered, smiling sleepily when Kurt nuzzles the top of his head and hummed contently.

"I concur."

The next day after lunch, Blaine entered his classroom to find a bouquet of dark red, black, and white roses on his desk. His brow furrowed, he found the card that went with it, smiling as he read.

Who needs a crappy holiday when I can tell you I love you every day?

XO

Kurt

He flipped it over to read the meanings behind the roses.

Dark red - Deep passion, readiness for a commitment, unconscious beauty

Black - Beginning of new things or journey, courage & resistance

White - Everlasting love, new beginnings, I am worthy of you

21 roses - I'm committed to you

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"Blaine, Sophie, I'm home," Kurt called out Friday night as he unwound his scarf from his neck. Ever since the last week in January, Blaine had taken to picking up Sophie from the office after he left the school. The two would be waiting for him at home with dinner ready and Kurt was constantly reminded of the old days.

When only silence greeted him, he frowned, hanging up his coat and blinking in shock when he stepped into his living room. Two rows of candles, set far enough apart to leave a pathway for him, sat on the floor, leading around the corner to the hallway and, once he followed it, into his bedroom. As he moved closer, he could hear soft music floating out of the open door and see the flicker of even more candles.

Stepping inside, he stared at the sight of Blaine, propped up on his bed and only wearing a pair of loose pyjama pants. His mouth went dry as his eyes raked over his lightly muscled torso, the bulge of his biceps, the veins prominent even in the low light.

"Hey, sweetie."

"Heeey, honey." Kurt dragged his eyes up to find Blaine smirking at him. "What's this about?"

"Well, I wanted to do something for Valentine's Day, but since you didn't want to, I didn't push. But then you sent me those beautiful roses yesterday and I knew I had to do something for you." He stood and walked over to where Kurt was frozen and Kurt could see just how low-slung those pants were. He swallowed back a whimper as Blaine stopped in front of him.

There were no more words, just Blaine's lips on his, his hands coming up to grip the naked skin of Blaine's waist as Blaine began tugging at his shirt, pulling it from his pants and separating their lips long enough to take it off, followed by his undershirt. He began loosening the knot in Blaine's pants as the other man returned the favor, slipping the button out of the hole, the sound of his zipper being pulled down lost to their heady breaths and the music still playing.

Their pants dropped at the same time, landing in puddles at their feet. Blaine knelt, pulling Kurt's underwear down with him and helping him out of his shoes and socks. Kurt's hands were on his shoulders, keeping him steady as he let Blaine undress him. The moment his feet were free, Blaine stood, wrapping his arms around Kurt and walking backwards until his calves hit the bed, then brought Kurt down with him as he fell back. Kurt nudged him until he was scooting backwards, eventually hitting the pillows.

Kurt settled between Blaine's legs, using one arm to hold himself up and the other hand was buried in Blaine's hair, silky and gel free, as they kissed. Blaine kept his hands on Kurt's hips, pressing their lower bodies together. Their tongues moved together, each giving a little before taking a little, as Blaine rocked his hips upward.

"Wait, wait," Kurt panted, pulling back. Blaine let out a whine at the loss. "Just- Hold on. Where's Sophie?"

"She's with your brother," Blaine said. He tried to tug Kurt back down but the other man resisted.

"What about the candles in the living room? I don't want the flat to catch on fire."

"Flameless candles, nothing will burn. Now shut up and kiss me."

Kurt obeyed, tilting Blaine's head back as his tongue started to fuck into Blaine's mouth. One of Blaine's hands let go and reached under the pillow next to his head and then he was pushing something into the hand next to his head. Surprised, Kurt looked down to find a condom and a bottle of lube.

"Are, are you sure?" His voice was barely a whisper.

Blaine nodded. "I want you. All of you."

Kurt made an odd sound before diving back in, their teeth clacking in the rush as Blaine's nails scratched lightly down his back. Kurt worked him open slowly, allowing Blaine to roll the condom down his hard cock, and savouring the moment he sank into the heat of the other man's body for the first time. They moved together seamlessly, hands roaming, feeling muscles flex under fingertips as they breathed each other's air, their faces never more than a couple of inches apart.

Afterwards, they tangled their limbs together and slept soundly, the flameless candles flickering around them.

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The weather grew warmer, the lingering remnants of snow melting away as February turned to March and March faded to April. Storms were happening more and more frequently and Kurt often teased Blaine for trying to cheer everyone up by repeating, "April showers bring May flowers!"

The last week of April, just after Kurt's 'Hell Week' at work, the two were lounging about in Kurt's living room, kissing lazily and enjoying the quiet Saturday, since Sophie had gone with her aunt and uncle to the park. They were discussing possibly putting a movie in when Kurt's phone buzzed.

"No, ignore it, come back," Blaine pouted. Kurt rolled his eyes, smiling fondly as he sat up on the couch and grabbed his phone. Blaine tuned out the conversation, running his hands lightly over Kurt's back until the other man swatted at him. He looked up to find Kurt's mouth trembling as he spoke.

"-with Finn, I'll call him if yo- Okay, no, that's fine. Yeah, uh, all right. Yeah, okay, I'll talk to you later. Love you, too, Carole. And Dad. Okay, okay, 'bye."

"Kurt, what's wrong?" He sat up quickly, all of the playfulness of the afternoon fading completely at the look of devastation on Kurt's face when he turned to look at Blaine.

"Um, that was Carole. She…" he swallowed thickly. "It's Delia."