Eighties rock music played softly in the background as Kurt slowly wandered up and down the narrow aisles of the small record store across the street from the building of the radio station for which Blaine was currently doing an interview and promotion of his new single. He and Blaine were going out for coffee after the interview and Kurt had chosen to wait for him in this store simply because it was empty except for a bored man in his thirties who was flicking through the latest issue of Alternative Press behind the counter, and it had an excellent view of the radio station's building.

There was a crowd of paparazzi lurking outside the building waiting for Blaine to leave and even though Kurt was wearing sunglasses and a hat to conceal his identity and avoid being recognised, he still didn't want to risk waiting for Blaine outside.

He aimlessly browsed through the music, trailing a finger over CDs and vinyl records, occasionally pausing to examine an item of mild interest. He was almost at the end of another aisle when he heard a slight commotion outside. He looked up and was not surprised to see Blaine exiting the radio station's building. The people gathered around the doors were taking photographs and apparently asking questions because Blaine stopped a short distance from the doors to answer some.

Kurt returned his attention back to the display of CDs in front of him, knowing that Blaine would be a little while longer. He darted closer to the display when his eyes landed on Blaine's albums, his latest single ‘Ignorance' displayed prominently. He picked up a copy of the single, a smile playing around the corners of his mouth, and flipped the CD over.

On the back was a picture of Blaine from a recent photo shoot. He smirked down at the image of Blaine posing with a guitar and dressed in jeans, a button-down shirt, and an untied bowtie. He was wearing less gel than usual and his hair was an attractive mess of rumpled curls. His heart skipped a beat - that was his boyfriend; the thought took his breath away.

Without thinking, he turned and walked up to the counter with Blaine's single still clutched in his hand and bought the CD. Just as he was handing over money to the gum-chewing man behind the counter, his phone buzzed in his pocket. After thanking the store worker when he was handed the CD in a small bag, he left the record store, pulling out his phone as he stepped out onto the street to find a text message from Blaine saying that he was waiting for him a few blocks away. He typed a quick reply before glancing across the street at the radio station's building. The people who had been clustered around the doors hoping to get the chance to question Blaine and get a few photos of him were gone.

He hurried down the street, pushing his sunglasses further up his nose when he stepped out from the shade of a tall building. He soon spotted Blaine leaning against the brick wall of a shoe store, now wearing, like Kurt was, sunglasses and a hat to hide his face and dark hair.

"Nice hat," Kurt said by way of greeting.

Blaine pulled at the peak of his flat cap, tugging it a little lower over his face. "What's wrong with it?"

Kurt just smiled and shook his head. "Nothing, it's adorable."

Blaine unhitched himself from the wall and they started walking down the street together towards one of Kurt's favourite coffee shops.

"What's in the bag?" Blaine asked, nodding at the small bag with the record store's name printed on it that Kurt was carrying.

Kurt swung it a little. "Oh, I bought a CD while I was waiting for you."

"Which one?" Blaine asked as they stopped to wait to cross the road.

For an answer, Kurt pulled the CD out of the bag and handed it to Blaine.

Blaine stared down at it for a moment, his eyes wide with surprise. "You bought my single?"

The ‘don't walk' sign changed and they crossed the road. Kurt smirked at his boyfriend. "That's a very fetching picture of you on the back."

Blaine flipped the CD over and wrinkled his nose. "You don't have to buy my music," he said, handing back the CD, "I'll sing for you any time you want."

"Even if I feel like listening to a song on repeat for an hour?"

"Even if you feel like listening to a song on repeat for an hour," Blaine confirmed.

They reached the small coffee shop, where Blaine insisted on paying for the coffee seeing as Kurt had already given him money today by buying his CD.

"Live versions of the song are usually better than studio versions anyway," Kurt said as they sat down at a table in a quiet corner. "And in the case of your music, the live versions are always better, though you still sound amazing on the studio recording as well."

Blaine stirred his coffee. "You think so?" he asked contemplatively.

Kurt nodded, swallowing the mouthful of coffee he had just taken. "The live versions are more passionate, have more energy, and you can connect more with a live song than you can with one playing on a CD or an iPod."

"Well I'll be sure to sing to you regularly if you love it so much," Blaine promised with a smile. "As long as you promise to sing with me sometime, I haven't heard you sing yet and I'm dying to hear your voice."

"I promise."

Blaine smiled and leant across the table to place a chaste kiss on Kurt's cheek.

Blaine pushed the buzzer for Kurt and Rachel's apartment and Kurt answered a moment later, telling him the door was open and let him into the building. He crossed the foyer and jabbed the elevator call button, whistling softly as he waited for the elevator to arrive. When the doors slid open with a soft ding, he stepped inside and pushed the button for Kurt's floor. He gave his

appearance one last glance over in the elevator's mirrored walls as he rode it up, stepping out when it came to a halt on Kurt's floor.

He entered the apartment to find Kurt adjusting his tie in the mirror on the wall of the living room.

"You look beautiful, as always," Blaine told him, joining him in front of the mirror and giving him a quick kiss in greeting.

They both turned to look at the mirror, Blaine's reflection several inches shorter than Kurt's. Kurt tilted his head to the side. "We look pretty good together, don't we?" he observed, a joking undercurrent to his words.

"You look good, I don't know about me." Blaine smoothed a lock of hair that was threatening to spring free of the gel into a curl.

Kurt put his hands on his shoulders and spun him away from the mirror. "Shut up," he said mildly. "You're gorgeous."

"How's Rachel doing?" Blaine asked as Kurt slipped his cell phone into the pocket of his pants. "Is she nervous?"

Kurt shrugged. "I haven't seen much of her today, she was just leaving when I got up this morning, but she seemed confident last night." He shrugged again. "She'll be fine, if anything her problem is overconfidence rather than nerves." His phone rang. "That's probably the car here," he said, answering the call. "Hello?" He nodded at Blaine as the person on the other end of the line spoke and Blaine headed towards the door, Kurt following along behind him and ending the call after telling the person on the other end of the line that they were going down to the car now.

"I'm looking forward to tonight," Blaine told Kurt as they waited for the elevator. "It's been ages since I've seen a Broadway show and I've been wanting to hear Rachel sing ever since you first told me about her." They stepped into the elevator and Kurt pushed the button for the ground floor. "If she was given most of the solos in your high school glee club then she must be mind-blowingly good to have gotten them over you."

"You haven't heard me sing yet," Kurt reminded him. "I could be terrible."

"Impossible," Blaine said with such conviction that Kurt glanced over at him before shuffling over and wrapping his arms around him.

"Maybe I'll sing for you tonight after the show so you can find out for yourself," Kurt whispered, causing a shiver to run down Blaine's spine. His lips ghosted over Blaine's in a light kiss just as the elevator doors opened.

Kurt stepped back and started walking out of the elevator.

"Tease," Blaine grumbled and Kurt laughed without looking back at him

They were at the theatre early, wanting to arrive before the other audience members - which included reviewers, press, friends and family of the cast, and some select celebrities - started arriving and there was a greater risk of paparazzi hanging around and of being roped into answering questions from the press.

They spent the time until they could enter the theatre to take their seats with Rachel in her dressing room. She was as confident as Kurt had predicted she would be, chattering non-stop about her character, the songs she would be singing, and how her heart-wrenching solo towards the end of the show would cause the entire audience to succumb to tears. She went on and on, oblivious to the increasing lack of interest of her audience.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's wrist and checked his watch. "Shouldn't you be off getting ready to start?" he asked, interrupting Rachel mid-flow. "Don't you have to warm-up your voice or anything?"

Rachel grabbed Blaine's wrist from Kurt, jerking Blaine forward almost out of his seat, and checked the time. "Shoot! I've got to go!" She dropped Blaine's hand, got to her feet and rushed to the door. "Why didn't you tell me the time earlier?" she complained.

Kurt rolled his eyes as the door slammed shut behind her. "Want to go take our seats?"

Blaine nodded and stood up, flexing his wrist experimentally. "Remind me to never be in the same room as Rachel before one of her shows. First, she almost bored me to tears with her in-depth analysis of the characters she's played so far and what show she could do next - and why is she thinking about her next show when this one hasn't even opened yet? - and then she almost dislocates my wrist."

"That's Rachel for you," Kurt said as they walked along the backstage corridors to the door leading through to the theatre.

"How have you put up with her for all these years? I mean, don't get me wrong, she's nice and all, but she's a bit...full-on."

Kurt led the way through the dimly lit theatre. "We didn't always get along as well as we do now, there was a time when I strongly disliked her."

They found their seats towards the front, which were in the same row as Rachel's dads, and family and friends of other cast members. The theatre was filled with an excited buzz of anticipation for the show. Kurt was sitting forward in his seat and leaning away from Blaine as he talked to Rachel's dads. He couldn't introduce them to Blaine as it would draw attention to Blaine being there with Kurt, so Blaine just sat quietly and enjoyed the atmosphere of being in a theatre full of people waiting to see a musical. He made a note to himself to try and make time to go and see a show every now and then - he had forgotten how much he loved this.

Soon the lights were dimmed further, Kurt was sitting back in his seat, and a hush filled the theatre as the show started. Rachel's performance as the female lead was every bit as beautifully portrayed and her final solo every bit as heart-wrenching as she had promised, and the show ended with a standing ovation. As Blaine applauded enthusiastically, he watched Rachel beam up at the audience from her position in the centre of the stage.

Kurt nudged Blaine when the lights were turned back up. "Let's go before we get cornered by someone."

They squeezed their way past everyone in their row, Kurt calling out a hurried goodbye to Rachel's dads as he passed them and apologising for not being able to stay longer due to having other engagements, before they exited through the door they had entered. Kurt once again led the way through the backstage corridors, making a quick call for a car to pick them up as he did so, and out a backdoor of the building.

"The car is on its way," Kurt told him as they leaned against the wall next to the theatre's backdoor. "It should be here in a few minutes."

Blaine looked over at his boyfriend. "Sorry you're having to rush away and sneak around like this and not getting to see Rachel and her family after the show."

Kurt reached for his hand, linking their fingers together. "I don't mind, Blaine, really. Sure, in the past I have stayed afterwards and discussed the show with Rachel and her dads and given my opinion to a few of the reporters, but sometimes I have left after giving Rachel a quick congratulations." He squeezed Blaine's hand. "Besides, you've never seen Rachel after a performance. You thought she was bad before the show, that's nothing to how she is afterwards. She feels the need to give anyone who so much as looks at her a blow-by-blow account of the entire show, including her critical analysis of the performance given by herself and the rest of the cast." He shook his head, but like he often did when talking about Rachel, he had a fond smile on his face.

"I guess I don't need to apologise then, you should be thanking me for saving you from having to listen to Rachel for hours."

Kurt laughed and Blaine smiled at him and, unable to help himself, leaned forward to kiss him. A car horn blared somewhere close by just before their lips met and they both jumped away from each other, suddenly remembering where they were.

"When we get back to my place," Kurt promised and a shiver ran through Blaine at his murmured words.

Kurt's phone rang just then and he answered the call, hanging up after a few seconds. "Car's here," he told Blaine and they moved away from the theatre, dropping each other's hands when they stepped out onto the street.

They walked briskly up to a black car with blacked-out windows, the driver opening the back door for them when they reached it, allowing Kurt to climb inside, closely followed by Blaine.

When the car pulled away from the curb, Kurt turned to Blaine. "You know what seeing that show has put me in the mood for?" he asked, the city's lights illuminating him from behind so that most of his face was in shadow, but Blaine could still see the sparkle of his eyes. "Singing."

Blaine stared at him, a hopeful smile spreading across his face. "You mean you'll sing for me tonight?" His voice rose excitedly.

Kurt laughed at him. "Yes, I will."

They talked about the show for the rest of the journey back to Kurt's apartment, Blaine willing the car to go faster as they steadily neared their destination.

Finally, they arrived and rode the elevator up to the apartment, Blaine immediately rushing over to the piano in the living room as soon as they entered.

"Someone's eager," Kurt observed as he joined Blaine. "I haven't really sung in years, so I'll be pretty rusty," he warned as he sat down next to him on the piano bench.

"I'm sure you'll sound beautiful." Blaine handed Kurt some sheet music so he could pick a song and watched as he riffled through the sheets until he selected one, handing it to him. "'As If We Never Said Goodbye'," he read off the top of the page, setting it on the music rack. He rested his fingers over the keys. "Do you want me to sing with you?"

Kurt eyed the music for a moment, before shaking his head. "No, it's ok. Just be prepared for me to not hit all of the notes."

Blaine said nothing to this, just started to play and, after a few bars of introduction, Kurt started to sing and Blaine almost gasped; Kurt's voice was even more beautiful than he had imagined, it was unlike anything he had ever heard before and despite Kurt's warnings that he was rusty, he managed to hit all the notes.

Kurt was breathing heavily by the time the song ended. "How did I sound?"

Instead of answering, Blaine surged forward and kissed him, tangling his fingers in Kurt's soft hair. Kurt moaned against his mouth, kissing back hungrily for a moment, before pulling back slightly. "I'm guessing I was good," he panted.

Blaine kissed him again, running his tongue along his bottom lip before slipping it into Kurt's mouth while Kurt's hands ran over his shoulders and down his chest. He moved his mouth to kiss and suck his way along Kurt's jaw and up to his ear; Kurt shivered when his breath ghosted over his skin "You were amazing; your voice is breath-taking." He nibbled at Kurt's earlobe, feeling the other man quiver.

"D- Do I get to-" He broke off with a soft groan as Blaine began to suck at the skin on a sensitive part of his neck. "Do I get to sing a duet with you?" he eventually managed to stammer out.

Blaine barely paid attention to what Kurt just asked, too busy concentrating on making Kurt whimper and moan as he sucked and licked at Kurt's neck, occasionally letting his teeth graze across the skin. It wasn't until he began kissing up Kurt's neck and his boyfriend pulled his head back up to meet his lips did Kurt's words finally register.

"You want to sing a duet?" he asked against Kurt's lips, an idea forming in his head.

"Yeah," Kurt replied breathlessly, his breath caressing Blaine's cheek.

Blaine shivered. "I promise we'll sing a duet together sometime," he murmured between kisses, "but you promised me kisses tonight."

"So I did," Kurt murmured, his nose brushing against Blaine's as he kissed him again.