Bright sunlight streamed through the window and made Kurt moan softly. His head ached slightly and the slight chill in the air made him snuggle closer to the warm body next to him.

            After a moment of confusion Kurt opened his eyes to see a still sleeping Blaine.

            He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face and gently reached up to brush messy curls off Blaine’s forehead. The other man scrunched up his nose and burrowed further into the pillows.

            “Hey,” Kurt whispered. “Blaine?”

            “Hmm?”

            “You need to get up,” He shook Blaine’s shoulder. “The shops open in an hour. Sam’s going to be pissed if you don’t show.”

            “But ‘m tired.”

            “I know,” Kurt chuckled and quickly ran his fingers down Blaine’s sides making him shriek and twist away. “Now you’re awake.”

            “You’re mean!” Blaine stuck his tongue out.

            “I’m sorry,” Kurt giggled and kissed him lightly. “I do make kick ass French toast. Does that count as an apology?”

            “I guess,” Blaine grinned and lay on his stomach as Kurt slid out of bed.

            He hummed to himself as he put together the French toast and smiled at Blaine who padded into the kitchen. Blaine hummed with him as he poured them both a cup of coffee.

            “Let you put your hands on me with my skin tight jeans, be your teenage dream tonight,” Blaine sang out loudly and Kurt laughed before joining in.

            “Here,” Kurt handed over a plate piled with French toast and set his own down on the table.

            “You weren’t lying,” Blaine licked syrup off his fork. “That was amazing.”

            “Did you even taste it? You were practically inhaling it!” Kurt grinned. “And you have syrup all over your face.”

            “Want to lick it off?” Blaine gave him a ridiculous face.

            “That’s like the least sexy thing ever,” Kurt finished up his own plate. “Lick the syrup off your face?”

            “Don’t knock it until you try it,” Blaine kicked him under the table.

            “As much as I would love to lick you, we have to go to work,” Kurt shook his head. “You can take a shower if you want one.”

            “That would be amazing!” Blaine sighed, standing and walking into the bathroom. After a moment of hesitation, Kurt walked back into his bedroom to get dressed.

            He tried to ignore the shower running or the thought that Blaine was naked just on the other side of the room.

            “Sorry! Forgot my clothes out here!” Blaine smiled sheepishly as he hurried out in a towel.

            Why was taking it slow a good idea again?

            Kurt nodded dumbly and shook his head when Blaine vanished back into the bathroom. He sighed and pulled on a grey Elizabeth’s shirt.

            “Okay! Back to work!” Blaine stepped out, still wearing the same outfit he had shown up in last night. “Although I would much rather eat more of your French toast and watch bad TV.”

            “Next time,” Kurt kissed him lightly.

            They walked down the steps into the shop. With another smile, Blaine pulled on his jacket and scarf before jogging across the street to Supercakes.

            “Well, well, well,” Kurt jumped at Santana’s sudden voice. “You took my suggestion.”

            “No!”

            “No? So a gorgeous guy slept over and you didn’t fuck each other senseless?” She raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.

            “Yes?”

            “Seriously?”

            “We didn’t have sex!”

            “I’ve never been more disappointed!” She gasped. “You have a fun guy with a great ass spend the night and you don’t tap that? He looks like he would like some crazy things in bed too.”

            “We decided to date but we’re waiting to have sex,” His voice dropped to a whisper at the last word.

            “Oh my god. Really? Are you a sixteen year old virgin girl with a hope chest?” She sighed.

            “Can’t two people save sex for a bit? Make it really special?” Kurt rolled his eyes at her expression.

            “No.”

            “I want this to last. So, regardless of how my new boyfriend is, I am going wait to have sex,” Kurt said loudly.

            “But you want to.”

            “Regardless of how much I want to have sex with his boyfriend I will wait,” He announced, raising his hands. “Even tough he is really hot I will resist the urge to have sex. It’s what is best for our relationship.”

            “Ahem,” A tiny old woman coughed from behind him. “Can I get some help?”

            “Of course ma’am!” Kurt blushed furiously and hurried to the counter. “I apologize. How can I help you?”

            “I wanted to place an order for my grandson’s first birthday.”

            Kurt didn’t stop blushing the entire time they discussed the cupcakes. When he was putting away the order into a folder he handed the woman a form to fill out.

            “I tell you sweetie,” The woman handed back the form. “If he is that hot then jump on that. Nice pieces of ass go fast. Just like my Arthur, I had to snatch him up quick.”

            “Oh…thank you…”

            “Have a nice day now!” She smiled brightly and swept out of the shop.

            “Damn,” Santana whistled.

            Kurt scowled at her and worked on loading up the dessert bar with more cupcakes. He avoided Santana’s smirk the entire day, trying to focus on smiling and selling as much as possible.

            About noon he got a phone call from Blaine and answered, slightly breathless and covered in frosting but not caring.

            “Hey you!” He grinned.

            “Hey!” Blaine said happily. “How about we have dinner tonight? Like a real date!”

            “Sounds good,” Kurt had to bite his lip to avoid giggling. “What’s the plan then?”

            “Well…it wont be fancy,” Kurt couldn’t help smile. “But maybe it’ll work. Come over to my place at seven.”

            “I’m looking forward to it,” Kurt glanced up and noticed Santana smiling slyly at him from the counter. He gave her a dark glare until she turned away.

            Without even changing out of his work clothes, Kurt pulled on a jacket and left Santana to clean up, ignoring her scowls.

            “Well hi!” Sam gave him a slow grin that was eerily similar to the one Santana gave him earlier. “No overnight bag?”

            “No because I am not spending the night.”

            “Uh huh,” Sam continued to sweep around the tables. “Well I’m almost done. Once I head out you two can be as loud as you want.”

            “Sam!”

            “Be safe you crazy kids!” He yelled after a blushing Kurt who ran up the stairs.

            “Hey!” Kurt opened the door after knocking on it. “So…Sam’s being awkward.”

            “He’s always awkward. I walked in on him having sex once in our freshman year and I think he’s determined to even the playing field,” Blaine laughed. “So, I have double locks everywhere.”

            “I’m not going to lie, that’s creepy,” Kurt smiled.

            “So…like pizza?”

            “You’re going to make me fat,” Kurt smiled as Blaine gave him a look.

            “Shut up you look wonderful,” Blaine obviously moved his eyes up and down Kurt’s body. “I ordered veggie though. It’s like a salad on bread.”

            “I don’t think that’s how it works,” Kurt smiled and shook his head. “But fine, that sounds good.”

            “Plus maybe we can work it off later,” Blaine winked.

            “We’re taking it-”

            “Slow,” Blaine smiled. “I remember.”

            “But…maybe we can renegotiate what slow means?” He grinned when Blaine raised his eyebrows. With a grin Blaine leaned forward to kiss him but was distracted by the door buzzer.

            “Yo! Pizza!” A man called through the intercom.

            Blaine scowled and practically ran down the stairs before returning with a pizza. They sat on the couch, laughing and eating together. While it certainly wasn’t the most romantic date Kurt had ever been on it was absolutely perfect.

            After eating, Blaine turned on the television to a random movie but Kurt wasn’t even able to see what movie it was before Blaine was kissing him deeply. Kurt smiled into the kiss and moaned softly as Blaine licked into his mouth.

            “Going slow was a terrible idea,” Kurt moaned and Blaine nodded from where he was mouthing at his neck.

            “So dumb.”

            Laughing, Kurt moved his hands under Blaine’s chest and lightly scratched down the skin making Blaine arch into his touch. Blaine bit lightly at his collarbone and Kurt gasped.

            “Okay…okay,” He panted. “Pants stay on.”

            “What?” Blaine leaned back, blinking.

            “Pants stay on. Imagine how much better it’s going to be later,” Kurt whispered in his ear, making Blaine shiver. “Patience is a virtue.”

            “Well there is other stuff we can do with out pants on,” Blaine grinned dirtily and ground down on Kurt’s lap, making him gap and buck. “Still want me to go slow?”

            “Fuck you,” Kurt laughed and gripped his hips.

            “Maybe later,” Blaine ground down again.

            They moved faster and faster until they both shuddered their way through an orgasm and Blaine collapsed onto Kurt’s chest, breathing deeply.

            “So…is that considered taking it slow?” He asked.

            “I think so.”

            “Can we take it slow again?”

            “As many times as you want,” Kurt laughed and pulled Blaine down for another kiss.