Not wanting to get stuck waiting for a taxi, the two hurried out early and made it back to Kurt's apartment just in time.

"I can't believe that actually worked!" Blaine commented.

It wasn't long before they left when they saw the renewal renewed lovebirds making their own getaway for the night; their hands linked together as if suck with glue.

"Well of course it did." Kurt says, sipping back his glass of wine. "You're dealing with a professional here, Blaine. Why if they had an award for match making, I'd be right behind, Dolly Gallagher and the old woman from Fiddler On The Roof."

Blaine smiled, finding the perfect record, and placed it onto the player. After a moment, the slow song began.

"Well, may I have this dance, Mr. Matchmaker?" He asked Kurt, holding hand down.

Kurt smiled, taking the older man's hand in his own. "You certainly may."

Pulling Kurt to his feet, Blaine brought it close. It was a rather odd dance, the shorter man being the lead, but to them it didn't make much of a difference. Kurt hummed softly, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder, as Blaine sang along with the Ben E. King song.

The scene was almost serene, until the thunder and lightening struck; causing the men to jump; Kurt pulling Blaine any closer, if possible.

"Shhh, it's alright. I got you." Blaine chuckled softly, his hand running down Kurt's back, soothing him. Kurt looked up, his sea colored eyes big as they gazed into Blaine's soft browns. "I got you." Blaine whispered again, moving inch by inch until finally, their lips touched.

It started out soft. A loving gesture used for comfort; to let the other know he's there for him, and he's safe. But it soon transformed into something else. One kiss became two, and then two became three, and so on and so on. They grew more hungry, yet not an ounce less meaningful.

Somehow, in the mist of their kissing and removal of clothing, they found their way to Kurt's bedroom, even in the darkness. When they reached the bed, neither could barely keep their hands off of each other. Setting Kurt down onto the bed, Blaine stepped back, his eyes never leaving the mans before him. He moved slowly as he removed the remains of his clothing, before he was left with nothing but a pair of black boxer-briefs.

Kurt sucked in a breath, having never seen Blaine in this light before. He was tone and build and looked extremely delectable. He could barely hold his excitement when Blaine blushed, telling him it was his turn. He moved in a rush, wanting to get as naked as he could in the matter of seconds, and winded up getting his head suck with his undershirt.

Smiling sweetly, Blaine pulled the shirt from his head, and laid the younger man onto his back. Crawling back, Kurt moaned softly as Blaine kissed down his body, touching his finer points with his tongue ever so softly.

Reaching the waistline of his boxers, Blaine moved slowly went back up, holding himself up on his hands as he hovered above Kurt. He stared down for a long moment, his eye fixating on Kurt's. He wanted to say something. Express everything he was feeling; how amazing Kurt looked and how his heart could explode due to all the emotion he was feeling. But instead, he decided to show it; all through the night, between kisses and caresses and all the rest. Proving what they had between was indeed fact becoming love.