Kurt woke, stretching, and looked at the digital display a few inches from his face. At first he almost rolled over and went back to sleep. His schedule tended to focus on being awake in the late evening, but it struck him just as quickly that he had somewhere to be. Kurt sat up like a shot and shook Finn's shoulder none-too-gently. "Finn," he hissed in his stepbrother's ear, "we have less than an hour, and I am not showing up to this date in your old sweats." He was out of bed just as quickly, padding into the other room to find his shoes. Finn would get ready quickly or Kurt would drag him out of the apartment in his jock strap.

"Okay, okay," Finn groused, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Hold your horses." But, Kurt was already out of the bedroom. He hauled himself up and padded into the bathroom, catching a quick shower before his stepbrother could protest further. Despite having a gorgeous boyfriend ready and willing to do anything to please him, Finn found that he was almost jealous over how excited Kurt was to see Blaine. Maybe because the sex between them had been so phenomenal, or that Kurt's attention had once been exclusively for him? Either way, Finn tried to push the irrational feeling aside as he finished bathing and started to dress. He joined his stepbrother in the living room. "Calm down, dude. I promise I'll get you there in plenty of time."

"If you honestly think I'm capable of bring calm with half an hour to get ready for a date, you have obviously taken leave of your senses," Kurt answered firmly. He all but shove Finn out the door and was too harried to remember to be embarrassed as the pulled into the parking lot of the ratty motel he called home.

Finn almost remarked on Kurt's home, but he thought better of it and kept his mouth shut. Again, he was terribly worried about his stepbrother and wished that Kurt would just forget stripping and live with him instead. "You want me to come in and help you undress?" he asked playfully. It was an attempt to get his mind off the seedy motel, but if Kurt had given him the slightest indication Finn would have jumped at the chance.

Kurt smiled and found himself genuinely regretting that he didn't have time to say yes. "Not today... but I'll definitely take that rain check you mentioned." Kurt leaned over and pressed an impulsive kiss to Finn's lips. "I'm not sure what this is... but it's nice," he assured before stepping out of the car. "I'll call you as soon as I get the chance. Wish me luck!"

"Good luck," Finn replied, momentarily taken aback by the sweet little kiss. "Hey!" he called after Kurt, "Don't forget to call me and let me know how things turned out." He watched his stepbrother excitedly disappear from view, again feeling a pang of longing. It was insane, Finn decided, to lust after Kurt when he had a gorgeous boyfriend waiting for him and Kurt's interests lay elsewhere.

Kurt all but sprinted into his apartment, throwing himself into the task of getting presentable quickly. He tossed Finn's clothing on the bed and resolved to fold it properly later before pulling on tight, dark jeans and a long cream-colored sweater that fell below his hips. Kurt topped the whole off with a pair of riding boots and made sure his hair looked at least mostly in order before sprinting out to the street. He managed to flag a cab and was soon pulling up in front of the coffee shop. His heart skipped a beat as the smell of percolating coffee filled his nostrils and he spotted Blaine sitting not far from the entrance. After a second to collect himself, Kurt strode purposefully over to the table held out his hand. "Kurt Hummel."

Blaine brightened the instant Porcelain stepped through the door, looking even
more gorgeous than he remembered--if that were possible. As he heard the other
man's real name for the first time, a brilliant smile appeared and he eagerly
accepted Kurt's hand. "Blaine Anderson, it's nice to meet you." Offering Kurt
the seat across from him, he indicated the steaming cup of cappuccino beside his
own. "I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty of ordering one for you."
Another grin, and Blaine leaned forward to gaze into those mesmerizing eyes that
had captured his heart. "Thank you for coming, Kurt. You have no idea how badly
I wanted to see you."

"I don't mind at all and... and I think I have a very good idea of how badly," Kurt answered with a sigh as he took a sip of the coffee. It was sweet and creamy and absolutely perfect. "I was so worried that showing up here.... that when you saw me... just... me...." He ran his fingers over his barely-styled hair and shrugged. "I thought you might be disappointed. Kurt's not quite as interesting as Porcelain, I'm afraid." He took another sip of the coffee before looking up with a smile. "Finn told me I was being silly, but I was so worried... because I like you."

Blaine fixed Kurt with a curious expression. It seemed as if he and Finn had enjoyed quite a lengthy conversation last night. "Well, Finn was right," he replied, a smile working its way over his mouth again. "You're an incredible performer, Kurt." He leaned forward to whisper, "I still can't get those moves of yours out of my head." Taking a sip from his cappuccino, he added softly, "Just for the record? It's you I'm interested in, not the dancer."

Kurt breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help blushing. "Well, that's good to hear. It's silly, really... I... honestly, I haven't been able to decide whether I've been more excited or more terrified this morning. Both, I guess. It's... it's been, um, awhile since I was on a date." In fact, it had been about half past never, but Kurt wasn't quite ready to paint himself as that hopeless. "Things got very complicated very quickly when I moved out, and I guess I just... haven't quite ended up where I wanted to be. That's why I don't really advertise who I really am. Well, that and management has policies about stalkers, but... you don't strike me as a stalker."

Blaine pretended to consider that as he traced the rim of his coffee cup with his fingers. "Don't count me out just yet," he playfully cautioned. "After all, I practically begged one of my staff to explain my absence to you. That's borderline stalking, don't you think?" Jesus Christ Kurt was even more beautiful in daylight, sitting there adorably nervous over their first date. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, Kurt. That night, it was the best night of my life." He meant every single word. "You're very special, and I would really like to get to know you better."

Kurt smiled, still blushing but feeling a thrill course through him at the idea that Blaine had been thinking of him, really missing him, that the man really wanted to know more. After a second to sip his coffee and gather himself a little, Kurt ventured, "Well, you know my name. I know yours. I know that you're in business... your father's company, apparently. You know that I dance, but I suppose you don't know that I'm one of the thousand and one people who came here to be famous. I thought I'd be on Broadway by now, not stripping twenty blocks away. What else would you like to know? Ask anything."

Blaine allowed that to sink in for a moment, and found that it made a hell of a lot of sense. His heart ached for Kurt, who had to fulfill his dreams of stardom in a seedy strip club instead of on a proper stage where it was clear he belonged. When Kurt offered him the chance to 'ask anything,' a million questions whirled in Blaine's head... Only the most inappropriate one flew out his mouth before he could stop himself. "Any chance you might like to come back to my condo for a while?" He blushed furiously at the question, which seemed silly after the heated evening he and Kurt had shared. "I don't have to be in the office until later..."

"I think that can be arranged," Kurt agreed with a smile that showed very clearly that he'd been thinking something along the same lines. His expression sobered somewhat as he added quietly, "I brought what was left of the money after... well, I did have to pay rent, but... I can pay the rest back later. I don't want you to think that I'm here because of that or that... or that I normally..." Swallowing, Kurt gave an uncertain little shrug. "I meant it when I said that what happened the other night doesn't usually happen. It's never happened, actually. At all."

"Kurt, don't be ridiculous." Blaine refused the offer. "That money was for you. I want you to have it, okay?" He paused, the realization of Kurt's meaning sinking in. His dark eyes grew wider, and a warm flush colored his face. He had been Kurt's first. Blaine couldn't quite believe it given the other man's profession. Then, he felt decidedly guilty over making such an assumption in the first place. "Oh..." It wasn't the most intelligent response in the world, but it was the best he could manage. "Kurt, if I had known, I would have done everything in my power to make it even more special for you."

"I know. That's... maybe I know that, and it's why I did it to start with." Kurt reached out and took Blaine's free hand in his own. "Thank you for not... I don't know... not freaking out? I should have told you, but it didn't seem, well, like the right time." He chuckled to himself and shrugged again. "Anyway, I wanted you to know. I wanted you to know that no matter how it happened or where it happened, it... it was special. It did mean something to me. A lot, actually. I hope you don't doubt that."

"Of course not, Kurt," Blaine assured him. "If there's one thing I'll never regret or doubt, then it's that night we spent together." Without missing a beat, and uncaring who might be watching, he pressed a kiss to the side of Kurt's beautiful mouth. He thrilled at the idea of bringing the other man home, of having him all to himself. Having only memories and dreams of Kurt to keep him company, Blaine could barely contain his excitement over actually being in Kurt's intoxicating presence again. He hailed a taxi, keeping hold of Kurt's hand all during the drive to his condo.

"I suppose I should be playing hard to get if I really want you to have the right impression," Kurt pointed out as they exited the cab, Blaine holding the door for him in a perfectly chivalrous fashion, "but I don't think I can resist." Blaine was far too gorgeous for his own good. As they walked into the building, Kurt found himself gaping openly. "I... suppose I shouldn't be surprised." No one who could throw around hundred dollar bills like they were singles was going to live in a dive, but the building looked more like a resort than anything. Kurt found himself wishing he'd gone with something more formal than jeans just to be well dressed enough to walk through the lobby. It was, he had to admit as he took in the tasteful, modern decor, exactly the type of place he'd always hoped he would be living himself when he came to the city.

Blaine immediately sensed Kurt's unease, and he gave the other man's hand a gentle squeeze of assurance. "We'll order something in," he said, leading Kurt toward the elevator. "Anything you'd like, and we'll spend the day together." //And possibly the night,// Blaine thought to himself while wearing a secret smile. When the doors chimed open, he fished out his key and escorted Kurt into his condo. His home was spacious and beautifully furnished, which was in keeping with a man in his position. "Would you like a tour?"

"I would love one." The place looked like Blaine himself - polished, well-groomed. Kurt loved it at once. He slipped his fingers between Blaine's, unwilling to let the man go even to get a tour. He needed to feel the solid warmth of Blaine next to him just so that he could convince himself that it was all real. He hadn't dreamed the man. He wasn't out of his mind. Blaine was real and there and touching him. Kurt let the joy of it swell his heart and bring a smile to his face as they stepped further into the condo. "God, it's beautiful. I don't think I could have done a better job decorating myself... and that's saying something."

"You're the one that's beautiful," Blaine said, far more interested in Kurt than their surroundings. He led him through the rooms, making a concerted effort to make his bedroom the last stop. He didn't want Kurt to think his only intention was taking him to bed, even if he was dying to make love to him again. "We have some time before lunch," he said, turning to face Kurt. "Is there anything special you'd like to do?" Blaine had a vast library of movies to choose from, as well as an enormous collection of music. Plenty to keep them both entertained as they talked and got to know one another better.

There were a lot of special things he wanted to do, but Kurt also didn't want to fall into the trap of not letting there be more than sex between the two of them. He immediately gravitated toward the cds, trailing his fingers over the spines. "You have very eclectic taste, Mr. Anderson," he observed with a smile. Though the shelves were dominated by light Top 40 fare, Kurt spotted a few more obscure selections including a healthy dose of 70s glam rock. "I approve." Most of his cds were still in storage at home, and Kurt clung to the iPod he'd carried forward from high school as though it was made of gold. No amount of needing rent could persuade him to part with it. "What's your favorite at the moment?"

Blaine moved up behind Kurt, unable to resist wrapping his arms around the other man's waist and leaning in to kiss his throat. "I've been partial to Frank Sinatra lately," he murmured along Kurt's neck. "Back in high school, I used to sing and I don't think it's ever really left me." It felt incredible to hold Kurt again, to feel their bodies pressed flushed together. "You know I fully intended on bringing you back here, spending the day just getting to know more about you..." Blaine's throat thickened with desire. "But, you're a little too irresistible for your own good." He gently turned Kurt to face him, adding, "Do you think I'm terrible wanting you so much?"

"No. Not at all," Kurt answered. He felt a flicker of disappointment but pushed it back. It wasn't like he didn't want Blaine too. He did. In fact it had been only through sheer force of will that he'd kept from grabbing the man the second the door closed behind them. So why should he mind? //I shouldn't,// Kurt assured himself before smiling slowly and turning around in the other man's arms. "I'd like to hear you sing sometime... but maybe we can settle for screaming for now." It was a cheesy line, but the only ones he'd ever managed to pick up were cheesy, lines he'd heard at the club or had used on him - rarely to any positive effect.

"Oh, I think we can definitely manage that," Blaine said, groaning as he crushed Kurt against him. "Both the screaming and the singing." He dove in, capturing Kurt's lush mouth in a kiss so hot, so intense that it left him shivering and breathless. Backing Kurt toward the bed, Blaine tumbled down on top of him and felt a renewed surge of desire at the deepening contact. He pushed himself up on his hands, hovering above Kurt and gazing down at him. Kurt was beautiful, painfully so. And Blaine's heart thudded against his ribs with excitement over being with him again. "This is going to sound like a line," he panted out, "but I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you, Kurt."

"Well I hope you keep thinking I'm worth wanting," Kurt answered only to curse himself for saying something that came so close to the truth of the matter. Part of him was sure that once Blaine had his fill of pleasure, he'd move on. What would a successful executive really want with an out of work actor-cum-stripper past that? But Kurt tried hard to shove the idea from his mind as he dragged Blaine down into a kiss, desperate to remember that for now, they both wanted one another. It might not be everything he needed, but he was willing to take what he could get for now. For now he had Blaine warm and willing above him, and everything else could wait.

No one had ever kissed him the way Kurt did. His lips were impossibly soft, his mouth decadently sweet. And Kurt's body felt warm and exciting beneath him. He groaned as their tongues tangled, sliding together in an erotic dance of lust. Blaine was almost painfully hard now, just being in the dancer's presence again had been enough to make his blood boil. One hand was diving up beneath Kurt's top, his fingers roaming over beautiful smooth flesh and closing over a sensitive nipple. "Kurt," he gasped between kisses, "I've missed you so much..." He sucked in Kurt's delicious bottom lip, and then toyed with it between his teeth. "All I've done is think about you non-stop." Blaine gazed deeply into his eyes, nuzzling his nose.

The words brought a smile to Kurt's lips, and he found himself chuckling softly as Blaine nuzzled him. The sweetness of the gesture took some of the sting out of the fact that they'd barely talked before moving on to more intimate areas of exploration. He hadn't even managed to explain about Finn. //Later. There will be a next time,// Kurt assured himself as he raked his fingers through Blaine's hair to free it of some of the oppressive gel that kept it in place. "Curly," Kurt observed with a flicker of a smile, pleased to have uncovered yet another small fact about the man who had taken over his attention so completely. "I bet it looks absolutely adorable first thing in the morning."

"Would you like to find out if you're right?" Blaine offered, combing his fingers through the silky lushness of Kurt's hair. "I don't have to be back in the office until tomorrow, and unless you have someplace else you need to be, I'd love for you to spend the night." He was smiling, his eyes smoky and deep with meaning. Blaine pressed another kiss to Kurt's half-open mouth. His body moved sensuously, grinding against the dancer's and moaning at the incredible feeling of their fully clothed forms writhing together.

"Really?" Kurt was sure for a moment that Blaine would take the offer back, rescind it once he realized what he'd said. But nothing came but the kiss, and Kurt smiled, happy with the gentle offer as he reached for the man and kissed him eagerly. "Yes. I'd love to, yes," Kurt agreed readily. He cupped Blaine's cheeks and kissed him again, tongue darting out to steal a taste. There would be plenty of time, then. Plenty of time to talk and to savor one another.

"I'm glad," Blaine murmured through the heated kiss, because I don't think I could let you go." Another brush of his hand through Kurt's hair, and he was tugging at the silky locks gently, exposing the other man's sleek, smooth throat. He dove in, licking at the elegant curve before plying it with teasing nips. Kurt tasted absolutely delicious! Salty and sweet, his gleaming flesh fairly cried out to be devoured. Kurt Hummel was, without a shadow of a doubt, the most beautiful man he had ever laid eyes on. As badly as Blaine wanted to take the time to get to know this fascinating person better, he simply could not control his overwhelming desire for the dancer. He writhed against him, loving the electric contact of their bodies crushing together. "Ohhh, Kurt..." he moaned over his throat.

It sounded so good, hearing his voice moaned in such sweet, sensual tones by the beautiful man above him. Talking to him, telling him the truth, had been the right thing to do. The perfect thing. Kurt shifted, wriggling until he found Blaine's lips again and kissing him like it was the first time he'd ever breathed and Blaine was the air itself. He suddenly didn't care anymore about whether they'd talked or done anything at all. How could anything that felt so perfect be anything but? Kurt needed this. Needed more than this. Needed Blaine with a fury that he didn't understand in the slightest. "All yours," he breathed between kisses. "I'm yours."

Hearing those words thrilled Blaine more than he ever thought was possible. "Oh, Kurt," he moaned, dragging his lips down the side of his mouth and latching onto his throat. Never losing contact even as he unbuttoned his own shirt and peeled it off, he sucked and licked at Kurt's neck. His hands were under the dancer's top again, his fingers roaming over smooth skin and playing with hardening nipples. "I've dreamed of this," he confessed breathlessly. "Being with you again, touching you, kissing you... God, you're so beautiful... perfect... perfect..." Blaine raised himself up to gaze down at Kurt, drinking in his lovely face before swooping back in and recapturing his lips.

Kurt wanted to protest that he was anything but perfect. The kiss, however, effectively silenced the words, and Kurt let himself be shushed. He didn't want to talk about all the reasons that they shouldn't really work when all he wanted was for them to feel how well it could work. Instead he blindly began unbuttoning Blaine's shirt. He had seen every inch of Blaine... but only in the dim, dull light of the club. Now they were in Blaine's gorgeously lit apartment, and Kurt wanted to take the view in all over again. He wanted not only to look but to touch and taste. Lack of skill be damned, he wanted Blaine so much it hurt, and that certainly had to count for something.

"I want you, Kurt," Blaine gasped, "I want you so damn much." The heat generated by their passion for one another was evident by the flush of their skin and the light sheen of sweat that developed. Blaine fairly sighed with relief when his shirt came off, and he wasted little time in freeing Kurt from his. He caught his breath at the sight of that alabaster expanse in the light of day, and the businessman's mouth watered. "Beautiful," Blaine whispered, running his hand in worshipful adoration over Kurt's chest. Then, unable to contain his hunger, he swooped in and closed his lips around one of those tempting nipples, moaning and sucking on it greedily.

"Got me," Kurt murmured, savoring the attention for only a moment before he gave Blaine a shove and urged the other man onto his back. "I want to see you too." He carefully began extracting Blaine from his well-kept wardrobe. As the crisp white shirt parted to reveal Blaine's toned chest with it's perfect peppering of dark hair, Kurt groaned. "Maybe you should be the one taking his clothes off in public... or not. I'd rather not share this," Kurt affirmed as he bent to kiss his way down the center of Blaine's chest.

Blaine inhaled sharply, fighting the urge to spill himself as Kurt's gorgeous mouth connected with his sensitive skin. "I'm all yours," he insisted, his eyes darkening as he gazed down at his beautiful new lover. "Anything, everything you want, it's yours." Blaine couldn't have denied Kurt his desires even if he'd wanted to do, which he most certainly did not. He was wildly aroused for him, achingly hard and dangerously close to bursting through the seams of his pants. Having never felt such an overwhelming sexual hunger for anyone before, it was shocking how desperately Blaine ached for Kurt. "I've dreamed of this," he confessed breathlessly. "You here with me..."

"Oh, really? What sort of dreams?" Kurt asked, his tone playful as his gaze flicked up to Blaine's face again. He couldn't help but touch, and his hand fell to the man's crotch, massaging the bulge there firmly. "I dreamed about what it would be like to touch you again... about falling asleep in your arms..." Kurt knew that many of his own fantasies were more romantic than sensual, but they were dear to him just the same. He wanted to believe that Blaine would want him past the initial thrill. He wanted to believe they had some kind of future as silly as that sounded after knowing the man such a short time.

"This... exactly this," Blaine hissed out, surging into Kurt's welcome touch. "I've dreamed about you being here with me. I haven't been able to get you out of my mind, Kurt." He watched the other man with ever-darkening eyes. Kurt was so beautiful it was almost painful to look at him. How had he ever gotten so lucky to meet someone like him? It didn't matter one jot that Kurt was a stripper. Blaine saw beyond all that to the incredible man underneath. "The way you move, god... those hips... you could grind yourself on my face all day long."

The thought drew a soft moan from Kurt, and he shifted to lie alongside the man only to urge Blaine to do the same. It felt wonderfully intimate lying there face to face, and he'd never seen anything so beautiful as the way Blaine's eyes sparkled with desire. "I'm glad it was you, that you were there. I was starting to think I'd used up all my luck just getting to New York, but now... I think it was just waiting for me to meet you." The words were as sappy and romantic as they came without love being involved, but Kurt wanted the man to know how much it all meant to him, that it wasn't a fling or a lark or anything of the sort.

Blaine's heart beat that much faster. "I couldn't even begin to tell you what drew me to the club that night," he confessed, stroking his fingers across Kurt's beautifully flushed cheek. "I've never been to one before. Maybe I was lonely and I wanted to lose myself in the fantasy? Either way, I'm so glad I indulged myself." He leaned closer, brushing his lips against Kurt's again. Soft and sweet, Kurt's mouth opened up a world of possibilities. Blaine drew back after a moment, gazing into those beautiful eyes again. "Do you have any idea how many times I've touched myself thinking about you? Remembering the way you danced? How you found me in the crowd?"

Kurt swallowed hard and nodded. He'd wanted Blaine the moment he saw the man. Once he'd looked into the businessman's eyes, he'd been lost, taken in by something he barely understood. "Yes. I've been thinking about you constantly." Kurt blushed and confessed, "I did a routine for you last night. It's too bad you didn't get to see it. I was rather spectacular." It was hard to laugh the words off the way he wanted to when Blaine was staring down at him so intently. "I missed you." Something strange and amazing had happened - finding his brother, and then the even more confusing and astounding events thereafter - but Kurt really had longed to see Blaine again with a fervor he found surprising.

"I missed you, too," Blaine whispered, his hands continually roaming over Kurt's alluring body. He couldn't quite believe that Kurt was actually here with him and not some heated fantasy his mind had cooked up. "You know," he started again, a wicked grin curling his mouth. "There's no reason why you can't show me that routine. How about it? A private dance, just for me?" Blaine nodded toward the stereo and his massive selection of CDs, offering Kurt free reign to choose anything he wanted. The idea of this gorgeous man dancing only for him excited the businessman wildly. Heat continued to rise, flushing his skin and adding another layer to the sheen of sweat glistening on him.

Well, I hate to repeat myself, but I'm sure I could come up with something new," Kurt offered with a hint of a smile. Part of him was setting off warning sirens, sure that this should be a sign that Blaine only wanted one thing. Another part was adamant that he'd brought up the dancing himself. Why not show off? He liked having eyes on him, and Blaine's eyes were the ones he wanted the most. He licked his lips and carefully rose from the bed. After a moment to peruse the cds, Kurt put one in and skipped to the track he wanted. "For Your Entertainment" by Adam Lambert soon began pulsing through the room, and Kurt moved along, just getting a feel for the bass at first, finding the beat with his body. His sweater was long since gone, leaving him in only tight jeans and the black boots that they still hadn't bothered to shed. Finally Kurt's eyes opened, and he let his back arch, head tipping back only to snap forward again as he strutted toward Blaine and then dropped low in front of the bed only to sinuously rise once more.

Kurt was, without a shadow of a doubt, the most beautiful and sexiest man Blaine had ever laid eyes on. His mouth watered and his already rapidly beating pulse quickened. "God, baby," he whispered in awe. "You are so fucking hot..." Unable to help himself, Blaine started pawing at himself. He was wildly aroused, and the real-life fantasy of Kurt stripping for his eyes only was almost too much to bear. His cock swelled painfully, threatening to burst the zipper of his trousers apart. And he was dripping so much pre-cum that it soaked through his boxers and stained the front of his slacks. Hungry eyes drank in every move of Kurt's incredible body, which writhed in an erotic dance so scorching Blaine thought the bed might incinerate from the generated heat alone.

When he saw Blaine touching himself through the expensive slacks, Kurt groaned aloud and decided it was time to do something he never would have on stage. Sinking to his knees, Kurt spread his legs and slowly unzipped his jeans. He shoved his boxers aside and reached in, taking himself in hand and staring into Blaine's darkened hazel eyes as he stroked himself. "All I could think about onstage last night was you... how much I wanted to see you again... How much I wanted your hands on me..." It was so much easier to say things like that when he was lost in the music and the movement and not thinking about looking stupid or doing the wrong thing.

"Ohhh, Kurt..." Blaine had to be careful, otherwise he would spill himself. Kurt had him worked up to the point where he was nearly boiling over already. "You have no idea how badly I wish I could have been there." He unbuckled his belt, opened his pants and unzipped them. "All I've done is think about you..." He pushed his slacks down, groaning as his achingly swollen cock bobbed within his silk boxers. "You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen..." Blaine hooked his fingers in the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down and freeing his overheated arousal. He caught glistening ribbon of precum with his thumb and licked it, all the way gazing lustily at Kurt.

Kurt hesitated for a moment and then decided it was time to forget the music. Leaving his jeans hanging open and his boots on, Kurt scooted forward and closed his lips around the head of Blaine's cock. He licked delicately at the sensitive flesh. Blaine tasted absolutely amazing, and he groaned as the flavor of precum spread over his tongue and exploded into his mouth. He'd always wondered if it would be different going down on someone that he wasn't paying for the privilege. While Kurt couldn't speak to that with complete certainty, he certainly enjoyed going down on Blaine. He happily took more of the man into his mouth, his own arousal forgotten for the moment.

"Oh God," Blaine gasped, overcome by the incredible pleasure of Kurt's warm, wet mouth and his clever tongue. He shivered, curling his toes as his entire body was gripped in ecstasy. "That's fucking amazing, Kurt... unnnhh... so sweet..." The sight of the dancer's lips stretching around his girth was beautiful, and his gaze was so intense that Blaine burned the erotic image into his already overheated brain. His hips churned, and it was all the businessman could do not to thrust and bury his aching length in Kurt's throat. "Kurt," Blaine's breathing hitched, "I dreamed of this... you and me... you sucking me... ohhhh..." His cock pulsed with a hearty throb, depositing even more precum. "Do you like it, beautiful? Do you like my cock?"

Kurt hummed his approval, not willing to give up his prize just yet. He most certainly did like it. He liked everything about Blaine, really. That Blaine seemed equally enamored made him feel a lot better about it all. Putting himself out there was new and frightening, but maybe together they could figure it out. Though Kurt doubted his ability in most areas of sex, giving head was one of the few things that he knew he could do and do well. Never before had he indulged for personal instead of professional reasons, but Kurt felt proud to know that in one area at least he would be more than capable of making Blaine feel good.

A violent shiver coursed over Blaine as Kurt's muffled groan vibrating through his rapidly pulsing and weeping cock. "Oh god..." His hands clawed reflexively at the comforter beneath him, while his bottom lip quivered. "Kurt... amazing..." he babbled incoherently. Eyes flickering, his gaze blurred as he tried to focus on that luscious mouth wrapped lovingly around his girth. "Fuck... how are you... even real?" Blaine asked, filled with breathless wonder. His head fell back onto the pillows with a sigh, his body writhing in pleasure, his hips churning in a desperate attempt for more.

It was nothing short of amazing seeing Blaine come apart at the seams and knowing he was the one who had done it. He had that power. Kurt's tongue slid along the underside of the man's cock as he watched every twitch and shift of Blaine's body. He wanted to know exactly the things that got him off, exactly what turned him on. He wanted to learn the moves perfectly. When they were apart, Kurt wanted to hold in his mind the image of doing it all over and over again. Only when it became almost too much for him as well did Kurt finally withdraw, his hand falling away from his own cock at the same time. "Not yet. I want you inside me."

When Kurt drew back, Blaine made a token whimper of protest. His slick, warm mouth had felt incredible around his aching cock, and a part of him had wanted to let go, to spill himself down Kurt's throat. But, he wasn't being denied pleasure, he was being offered even more. Blaine's eyes whirled as he managed to gaze down into that lovely face. "I want... that, too," he panted, still trembling. He reaching with a trembling hand to tenderly brush a stray lock of hair back from Kurt's brow. "First, why don't you come up here... and let me try and swallow you down for a little while." Blaine's smile was decadent and wicked as he added, "And I'd love to see how you move those hips on my face."

Kurt flushed at the words but nodded just the same. He climbed up onto the bed and savored the feeling of Blaine's body against his own. He wanted more, but for just a second, he wanted nothing but to hold onto Blaine and have Blaine hold onto him. He just wanted that closeness. Kurt pressed a languid kiss to the other man's lips before he finally drew back and looked down at Blaine as if the man was too beautiful to be real. Realizing he was probably being a bit creepy just staring for so long, Kurt broke eye contact at last and ran his hands down over Blaine's chest until it settled on his hips. "Show me what you want."

"I want you," Blaine replied huskily. "All of you." He shivered beneath Kurt's gaze, feeling his blood boiling as fierce desire pumped through his veins. The dancer was perfection incarnate, with the loveliest, silkiest, most flawless skin Blaine had ever seen, let alone had the luxury of touching. Beautiful cock and balls, with the roundest, firmest, sweetest ass ever created. Fairly drooling all over himself, the flushed and aching businessman leaned forward and swiped his tongue across the flaring tip of Kurt's twitching arousal. //God, he tastes incredible!// Even more amazing than Blaine remembered. Lovingly, he licked up and down the heated shafted, all the while drinking in the other man's expression.

Kurt was surprised that he could breathe at all. It felt too good. Blaine was almost too perfect, almost too much like everything he'd wanted when he imagined the man he might be with someday. At first he carefully kept his gaze averted, but soon Kurt couldn't keep his eyes away from the amazing sensations. He looked down and his breath caught all over again at the image of Blaine's tongue on his cock. It felt too good, and Kurt wondered how he was supposed to hold himself together at all when there was more than just Blaine's tongue touching him.

Blaine couldn't decide if Kurt was a heavenly angel or a sinful demon, either way the other man was utter perfection. Their eyes locked, dark and pulsing with need, and the wildly aroused businessman sank his fingers into Kurt's slender hips, holding him in place as he drew him forward. His nose brushed the soft curls framing that gorgeous cock, and Blaine breathed in the sweet musk, finding it to be the most intoxicating fragrance he had ever encountered. Drinking his fill, he groaned as he lazily trailed his tongue back along the shaft and over the tip, where his efforts were rewarded with a delicious pearl of honey. He savored it before spreading his lips wide, taking Kurt into his eager mouth.

Kurt hoped the room was relatively sound-proof because he couldn't help but cry out with the sharp, sudden pleasure of Blaine's mouth surrounding him. He bit his lip after that more to distract himself from the pleasure than to muffle the noises he was making. He needed to last more than a few seconds. He needed Blaine to never, ever stop what he was doing with that gorgeous mouth. When the other man slowed, presumably to give him a chance to adjust, Kurt found that he was more concerned with Blaine not stopping than with longevity. "Oh, god, please... please..." he panted, hips working to try and get more despite Blaine's grip keeping him in check.

Blaine found himself facing a dilemma. He did not want to stop, but he didn't want to make Kurt come too soon. With his hands firmly holding the dancer's quivering hips, Blaine drew his mouth away with a groan only to tease Kurt's rapidly pulsing and glistening cock with his tongue again. "I didn't think it was possible," he murmured, swabbing along the underside of that gorgeous shaft. "But you're even more beautiful like this." With a suddenness he knew would take Kurt by surprise, Blaine lifted him effortlessly until the other man was effectively straddling his flushed face. The businessman went absolutely wild, indulging in his most heated fantasy about Kurt by rimming him greedily.

Again Kurt heard his own voice crying out with pleasure as he grabbed for the headboard of the bed. He felt as if he might collapse altogether without something to anchor him to reality. "Blaine... god, Blaine..." Chanting the other man's name like a mantra, Kurt threw his head back. The indulgent slide of that slick muscle swiping against his sensitive entrance was enough to make Kurt whimper. He had never been one to spend too much of his time on fantasies of a sexual nature, but he vowed that the next time he did, it would definitely involve this. He would remember Blaine's tongue, his darkened eyes, the sure grip of his strong fingers. He would remember all of it.

Blaine Anderson was in heaven. Kurt smelled wonderful and tasted even more incredible than he'd imagined. His tongue slithered in between the dancer's amazing ass cheeks, lavishing Kurt's warm trench with attention, playing around his quivering opening. Feeling the other man trembling, hearing his groans of pleasure turned the businessman on wildly. He could have happily stayed right there for the rest of his life devouring that gorgeous ass. Loosening his death-grip on Kurt's hips, he urged his new lover to grind on his face, "Fuck... fuck yourself on my tongue, Kurt... dance for me..."

As soon as Blaine's grip loosened, Kurt moved without even meaning to. He couldn't have stopped. He held the headboard in a death grip and ground down urgently, needing more and yet knowing he was dangerous close to being too far gone as it was. "Oh, god, Blaine... that's... it's..." Words failed, so Kurt settled for a low groan as he threw his head back and just enjoyed. When he finally did get to the edge, ready to fall over into the abyss, Kurt dragged himself away and fell boneless back onto the bed. "I don't want to... not yet... not until..." Panting, Kurt grabbed for Blaine to pull the other man on top of him. "Please?"

Blaine, flushed and panting, could not have denied Kurt even if he tried. "Anything... anything for you," he whispered, kissing the dancer's luscious mouth. Their bodies writhed together, arousing Blaine to new heights as he blindly reached over to the nightstand for a bottle of lube and a condom. He poured a generous portion onto his fingers and wasted no time in easing first one, then two into Kurt's well-eaten little asshole. "One day," he groaned, his own cock twitching at the silken heat grasping his digits, "maybe you'll let me rim you till you cum..." Blaine nipped alone the other man's jawline and down onto his throat. "Would you like that, Kurt? To cum all over me?" He twisted his fingers deep, stroking over the swollen nut of his prostate.

"Y-yes... yes!" Kurt cried out, his voice a near shriek as Blaine stroked that perfect spot inside that made his vision blur and his knees go weak. The picture that Blaine painted was very nearly enough to make him cum as it was. Though the fingers thrusting inside him burned a bit, Kurt didn't care. He wanted more, and he wanted it now. "Blaine, please, it's enough... it... just... please, just..." His hips rocked as if to clarify what he was begging for, and the move left Blaine's fingers pushing in deeper and pressing harder against his prostate. Again Kurt had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself under control.

Blaine didn't think it was possible for Kurt to be any more alluring than he already was. But seeing the dancer flushed and desperately begging for more exceeded the steamiest of Blaine's fantasies. He groaned helplessly, his entire body on fire with need. Covering Kurt's panting mouth with his own, the businessman eased his fingers from the other man's clenching embrace... only to replaced his digits with the weeping tip of his overheated cock. Incredible pleasure surged through him as he pushed his way deep inside at a tortuously languid pace. Blaine trembled and spasmed, holding tightly to Kurt as he luxuriated in the silken walls caressing every inch of his aching length. "You're fucking perfect," he murmured against those sweet lips.

He was pretty sure that the opposite was true, but Kurt didn't feel in control enough to even try to speak yet. Instead he just groaned into Blaine's neck and held the other man close. He knew that it probably wasn't helping things to be so still, but he was frozen with the shock of pleasure. Only after he took a few slow breaths was Kurt able to slowly start moving his hips to encourage Blaine to do the same. "Oh, god you feel so good... Blaine, it's..." He'd been afraid somehow that his memories of that night had been cast in too glowing a light, but as it turned out, they'd paled in comparison to the reality.

"I know, beautiful... I know..." Blaine could barely contain himself as he felt Kurt shifting beneath him, wriggling those magical hips in invitation. As he soaked in the luxurious heat of the dancer's body--allowing Kurt to reacquaint himself with his swollen girth--the businessman began to thrust helplessly. Shocking heat and pleasure sang through him, simultaneously taking his breath away and wrenching deep moans of pleasure from his throat. He clutched at Kurt as Kurt's silky passage grasped at him. "I've wanted this... wanted you... so fucking much..." Sealing their panting lips together again, Blaine thrust harder and faster as a sheen of sweat began to glisten over his skin.

To say that he felt the same thing was an understatement. It was so good that Kurt was surprised he'd made it through two days without feeling the other man inside him. The touch of his hands, the taste of his lips... it was perfect. The sweet sentiments were released as a barely-coherent gasp instead of anything poetic, but Kurt knew that they understood one another anyway, at least on that score. His body was more than making up for his vocal shortcomings. Working at the club had given Kurt a sense of rhythm that Mike Chang would have envied, and every bit of that new skill was brought to bear as he moved beneath the businessman.

Blaine swore beneath his breath, which was stolen away with each heated thrust of his hips. Kurt's body writhed with a fluidity that wrung pleasure from spaces that Blaine had never even imagined existed. His swollen cock ached, soothed by the caress of the dancer's wondrous passage flaring around his girth. "Kurt," he gasped the other man's name as if it were holy. "Oh god... Kurt..." Blaine panted against his throat, lips brushing perfect skin. Without warning, he closed blunt teeth over Kurt's sensitive flesh, the urge to mark him, to make him his, overwhelming. Every love-bite screamed out his passion for Kurt, the heat generated between them almost enough to reduce the bed to ashes.

Kurt shuddered, the blunt pressure of the man's teeth sending sparks shooting through him. "Yes, that... oh, do that," he agreed with a soft groan. Kurt couldn't have stopped moving if wanted to. The thrill of it all was sending him spiraling closer and closer to the edge. Long before he really wanted to let go, Kurt felt the shift. His arms wrapped tighter around the man's body. He clung tightly to Blaine as his cock exploded between them. Warm strands of cum coated them both, settling in pearly strands over Kurt's pale skin as his hips jerked.

"Yes! Yes! Cum for me, Kurt!" Blaine gasped, his body squirming against the convulsing dancer's. In the light of day, Kurt's explosive climax was even hotter than in the dim light of the strip club. Blaine forced himself to hold back with every last ounce of self control. He wanted to enjoy every second of Kurt's release, even if it meant torturing himself to the brink of insanity. Lunging for Kurt's panting mouth, he kissed him passionately and devoured the other man's groans of pleasure. When the pressure finally reached the breaking point, Blaine erupted with an almighty roar. The rapture was so intense it drove the breath from his lungs, his body flexing, arching, shuddering as the hot spasms wrenched him apart. When his breath returned, it was in low, sobbing moans of fierce ecstasy, as the sharp spasms gave way to quivering undulations and deep throbbing.

Kurt was gasping for air by the time it was all over. His body thrummed with energy, but at the same time Kurt felt utterly and completely spent. His body wanted to give up and drift off, but he forced his eyes open so that he could see Blaine's beautiful eyes lit up above him. The sight brought a smile to Kurt's lips, and he drew Blaine back down into a lingering kiss. The whole thing was almost enough that he let the walls down and confessed that he was falling in love. But it was too much. The moment was intense enough even without that. "Once we get a little sleep, we have got to do that again."

Blaine wholeheartedly agreed with a deep groan, "Fuck yes..." Another kiss, and then he murmured, smiling, "You really came hard." Withdrawing from Kurt's luscious body was nothing short of torture. But Blaine was bound and determined to taste the evidence of Kurt's release. He slipped down the length of the dancer's torso, skimming his tongue through the creamy fluid glistening on flawless skin. "Mmm..." Kurt tasted even sweeter than he looked, and Blaine didn't stop until every last trace of cum had been licked away. Then he was embracing the other man again, and kissing him passionately. "You delicious thing. I just want to fuck you over and over."

"Not going to stop you. Sounds like a good hobby. You can have me every day if you want me," Kurt agreed as he found Blaine's lips again. He had no idea how they'd make it work, how they could merge their remarkably separate lives, but it would be worth it. It would absolutely be worth it if it meant that what he was feeling for Blaine could mean more to them both then just a quick bit of shared pleasure. "Being with you is the best thing I've ever felt," he whispered only to kiss Blaine soundly again a moment later. Part of that was the sex, of course, but that wasn't everything. Naive though Kurt was about such things, he knew that just getting off didn't have to be a transcendent experience.

Blaine was falling head over heels in love. There was simply no other explanation for what he was feeling, which was more powerful than anything he'd ever experienced before. Kurt had bewitched him to the point where Blaine's every waking thought was consumed with the beautiful dancer. Of course his father would have a stroke if he had the slightest inkling his son were dating a stripper. Everett was already on the outs for not entering into the family business. If his father disowned him because of Kurt, then Blaine didn't give a fuck. He wanted Kurt, and that was all there was to it. "You're amazing," he panted against his mouth. "Everything I've ever wanted wrapped up in the prettiest package." Blaine's eyes raked down to Kurt's heaving chest as he started to withdraw. "Hmm, you really should let me clean you up." Without waiting for a reply, he was diving forward and licking his way through the creamy puddles of ecstasy.

Kurt whimpered at the sensational touch of Blaine's tongue. "Oh..." It was absolutely wonderful not just to watch but to feel the intimacy of that contact. "Blaine... that... yes... yes..." He bit his lip, feeling a little silly about being so turned on by something so simple. By the time Blaine had licked every last drop up, Kurt was panting. He pulled his lover up into a lingering kiss. "You have no idea how happy I am to be here with you, to be staying tonight..." It wasn't just a matter of getting away from his nasty little room, it was the idea of not just a quick fuck but of curling up next to Blaine and maybe even watching him sleep. They hadn't had time to indulge in the romantic trifles that were Kurt's favorite part of the idea of being with someone to start with, and he couldn't wait to begin sharing every last one.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, beautiful," Blaine affirmed, nuzzling Kurt's mouth with his own. Unable to stop touching him, his hands roamed all over the dancer's incredible body, which twitched in the aftershocks of his explosive climax. "The truth is, I'd gladly tie you to the bed and keep you here all to myself, if i could." Blunt teeth left another passion mark on Kurt's throat, while Blaine's questing touch found itself drawn back between those alabaster thighs. He teased Kurt's highly sensitive length and those gorgeous spent balls. "Mmm... you made me cum so hard," he observed, breath hitching as he dipped his fingers into the stream of his own seed pouring from Kurt's ravished ass. "I shouldn't be surprised... You're amazing... Too damn hot for your good..."

Kurt let out a low moan that sounded almost pained. The gentle touch was enough to send a shock of pleasure through Kurt that left him trembling anew. If he hadn't already cum harder than he had in his entire life, Kurt was fairly certain that the beautiful man could have gotten him hard all over again. "Well, can't say I've ever tried it, but... if I was ever going to let someone tie me up and keep me, it would definitely be you." The words brought a blush to Kurt's cheeks, but he didn't let himself recant. "I can't say I'm exactly excited about the idea of saying goodbye again."

"Me either," Blaine murmured, unable to stop caressing Kurt's luscious body. "But there's no reason why we can't keep seeing each other, right?" He was grinning warmly, leaning in to plant more kisses on the dancer's sweet skin. "In fact, I'd like that very, very much." Thoroughly addicted to Kurt, Blaine had no intention of this being a series of one-night stands. He was falling hard, and it excited and scared him all at the same time. It was definitely love, then. "Tell you what? Why don't we both get some sleep, order in dinner, and then we can ravish each other all over?" Blaine flicked his tongue over a nipple, giving Kurt an extra added incentive to say yes.

"Y-yes... please," Kurt agreed, catching his breath only when Blaine's tongue was back in his mouth. "You are a terrible influence." The young man reached down and threaded his fingers through the other man's hair, stealing a kiss before he drew away just slightly. "Now, behave. If we're going to sleep at all, you're going to have to keep your hands to yourself... at least for a few minutes. I need to get my beauty sleep or you might not appreciate the view nearly so much."

"I seriously doubt that," Blaine countered, brushing his fingers through Kurt's silky hair, warm and damp with sweat. "You are the most beautiful man I've ever laid eyes on." More tender kisses followed as the businessman felt the inexorable pull of sleep. "So happy you're here... with me," he whispered drowsily. His eyes fluttering closed, Blaine sighed and cuddled in closer to Kurt. It felt so wonderful, so right. He'd never known anything like this before. Kurt had come into his life like a blinding light, taking him completely by surprise. Blaine wanted him terribly, aching for him and only feeling whole when the dancer was in his arms.

"It's exactly what I've been needing," Kurt agree, nuzzling against the man's neck. It had been shockingly easy to become comfortable in Blaine's arms, and Kurt dreaded the moment when he'd have to leave them again. "Think I may be spoiled already. I should warn you, that's easy to do. I'm actually pretty high maintenance. Or, at least, I used to be." The only indulgence he'd really managed since leaving home was saving up to buy decent moisturizer since the idea of putting cheap drug store slime on his face was revolting, and Kurt knew that keeping up his appearance was important to both his dream career and his real job.

"Not a problem," Blaine assured him, growing sleepier by the second. "Besides, you deserve to be spoiled. So beautiful..." Breathing in Kurt's intoxicating scent, then exhaling deeply, the businessman was drifting off with a contented smile etched across his handsome face. He slumbered peacefully, his arms draped around the precious bundle sharing his bed. Blaine only stirred when the vibrating of his cellphone on the nightstand broke into his dreams. He glanced up, frowned and debated reading the text before giving in. It was from his father.

NEED U IN THE OFFICE. NO ARGUMENT. BIG CLIENT.

//Shit.// His father had promised him a couple of days off, and here he was ordering him back to work. It was little wonder why Everett and Cooper and opted out of diving into the family business. Blaine's sense of loyalty waged war with his desire to remain with Kurt. If ever an angel had fallen from Heaven, then it was the lovely vision sleeping sweetly before him. With a heavy heart filled with regret, Blaine carefully left the bed, showered and dressed. Then, he scribbled a note to Kurt:

Forgive me for leaving. Here's some money for a cab. I'll call you.

Leaving the note with a fifty dollar bill, he pressed a soft kiss to Kurt's forehead and reluctantly left his condo.

Kurt woke still surrounded by Blaine's scent. He buried his face against the pillow and breathed in happily before shifting a little, reaching out for the other man. He was confronted with nothing but empty space, and the shock of that fact made his eyes snap open. "Blaine?" There was a folded-up piece of paper on the opposite pillow, and Kurt reached for it, finding a note that he could only classify as frosty and some cash. He felt the tears before he realized consciously how much it hurt. Though the note could just as easily have indicated that Blaine was in a hurry, Kurt couldn't help assuming that it confirmed his worst fears instead. Blaine hadn't even wanted to kick him out in person. He'd let a note and some cab fare do the work instead.

As the reality of the situation sunk in, Kurt dressed as quickly as he could. He hesitated over whether to take the money or not. He needed it. Of course he did. Kurt's fingers stretched back toward the pillow, but he snatched them back before they reached the money. He'd walk the distance to his place if it came to that. It was better than owing the man more than he already did. At least this time no one would be able to say that he'd been paid for what they did. Kurt bundled up, wishing he'd chosen a warmer coat that morning, and did his best not to make eye contact with anyone as he made his way out of the expensive high rise and onto the street.

The cold struck him with the force of a blow and Kurt sucked in a shaky breath. //Now what?//