The weather seemed to be reflecting Kurt's mood as he left class and crossed campus to his usual coffee shop to meet Rachel. The sun smiled down at him from a cloudless blue sky the colour of forget-me-nots and a light breeze ruffled his hair carrying on it the scents of summer flowers from the nearby flower beds: Roses, Jasmine, and Lavender. Even finding out that he had left most of his notes for one class at home hadn't ruined his good mood. He had been riding on a high ever since Saturday afternoon when he and Blaine had confessed their feelings for each other.

A blast of coffee and cinnamon scented air hit him when he pulled open the door to the coffee shop. He looked around at the students grouped around the tables, searching for Rachel. He knew that there was a good chance she wasn't there yet as she had a vocal lesson before this and he knew she liked to stay back after it had ended to talk to her teacher. He was right; there was no sign of his friend anywhere.

He got himself a coffee and then found a table in a relatively quiet corner of the café. Once he had sat down and set his satchel down on the floor by his chair, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and began amusing himself by texting Blaine.

The gingerbread men at the coffee shop here have icing bowties. They reminded me of you x

I'm glad I'm being compared to a baked good; people have compared me to much less flattering things in the past x

Of course I'm comparing you to a delicious sugary treat! You're just as sweet as one :) Much less flattering? Why is the word 'hobbit' springing to mind? x

:(

Kurt smiled; he could picture the adorable pout on Blaine's face with his huge puppy-dog eyes. Nobody could say no to that face.

Aww, Blainers. I love your height, or lack of it, I think it's adorable x

That's the first time you've called me Blainers. Does that mean I can call you Kurtsie now? :) x

Only when we aren't out in public x

"Kurt, can I talk to you?"

Kurt looked up from his phone, his smile fading, to see Tim standing at the other end of the table. He shrugged and Tim sat down, eyeing the phone in Kurt's hand as it buzzed again and Kurt read the message with a smile.

Tim cleared his throat and Kurt reluctantly looked up from his phone again.

"I wanted to see if we could work things out. I clearly came over at a bad time on Wednesday, so I thought I'd give you some space over the weekend, some time to calm down and think, and then I'd come talk to you today. I know you always meet Rachel here at this time so I knew where to find you." He shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

Kurt shook his head. "Tim, there's nothing to work out. I told you on Wednesday, I can't do this anymore. You ruined it when you told me you didn't want me to go home and see my family for Spring Break."

Tim looked a little desperate. "You can't just give up on us like that." He reached across the table for Kurt's hand, but Kurt slid his hands back towards him and dropped them down onto his lap. Tim's face creased into a frown. "I know there's still something between us, there has been something since before that party last semester."

"I already gave you a second chance. I'm not just giving up." Kurt was starting to get frustrated. "And you can't keep bringing up the party. That was a drunken mistake."

"We weren't that drunk," Tim protested, "we both still remembered it afterwards." He smirked. "And it was good, wasn't it?"

Kurt let out an aggravated sigh. "I'm just glad I wasn't drunk enough that I allowed things to go too far," he muttered darkly.

Tim's frown deepened, his mouth tightening.

Kurt shook his head again. "I gave you a second chance, Tim. I didn't have to and I probably shouldn't have, but I did and it didn't work out. Yes, I liked you before and had a crush on you, but those feelings are gone now."

Tim watched him as he fiddled with the lid on his coffee cup. "I really wanted it to work between us, Kurt," he said a little sadly.

"Me too, but that's all in the past now."

Tim watched Kurt in silence for a moment. "I really screwed things up, didn't I?"

Kurt nodded.

Tim sighed and got to his feet just as Rachel appeared.

"What's going on?" she asked, glancing between the two of them: Kurt sitting stiffly in his chair and Tim standing uncomfortably by the table.

"Nothing," Kurt replied. "Tim was just leaving."

Tim's jaw clenched and he nodded once, brusquely. For a second or two he looked like he wanted to say something, but instead he turned and walked away.

Blaine swung his and Kurt's clasped hands between them as they turned down the street that Blaine's apartment building was on. The lights of the city created a glittering net around them, washing out most of the stars from the night sky. For once, Blaine didn't have a wish to be able to see the stars as much as he could from his house on the outskirts of Westerville. The night didn't look anything less than perfect to him with Kurt by his side, his thumb occasionally brushing along the tops of his knuckles.

They had just finished having dinner with Nick, Rachel, and Finn. Blaine had braced himself for an interrogation from Rachel, some threatening words from Finn about what would happen to him if he hurt his step-brother, and some embarrassing comments from Nick, but that hadn't happened. Rachel and Finn had both asked about his college course and his music, but it wasn't the fifth degree he had been expecting. Nick had made one or two comments about how lovesick he had been over Kurt but had been too stupid to see it, but other than that the evening had been very enjoyable and they had all had a great time. Blaine liked both Finn and Rachel, despite Rachel being as full-on as Kurt had warned, and Blaine could see them all becoming fast friends.

After they had left the restaurant Rachel, Finn, and Nick had gone back to Rachel's apartment to talk about Ohio, sports, and to just generally get to know each other better. This allowed Kurt and Blaine to get some time alone at Blaine's apartment and after an immature remark from Nick about using protection, the group had split and he and Kurt had set off for his apartment.

They climbed the steps to the front door where Blaine was forced to let go of Kurt's hand so he could open the door. The stairs leading up to his apartment were deserted and their footsteps echoed off the bare walls. They ascended the stairs in silence and Blaine was surprised his heartbeat wasn't reverberating in the silence along with the sound of their footsteps; the pounding of his heart sounded loud to his own ears.

He pushed open the door to the apartment and let Kurt enter ahead of him. After shutting the door he joined Kurt where he stood in the middle of the living room gazing out the windows at the view of the city. The city's lights shone like jewels, their glow lighting up the room enough that you could almost get away with not switching on any lights at night. There was barely any sky visible through the windows, just a small patch of inky blackness caught between buildings, and the view was mainly of other buildings, but it had a strange beauty about it all the same.

"You have a much better view than what my apartment has, most of its windows look directly at the sides of other apartment blocks," Kurt said.

Blaine moved his gaze from the windows to Kurt's face. Shadows were cast across some of it, but the city lights were reflected in his eyes and they accented the curves and planes of his face. He raised a hand and traced the line of Kurt's jaw from just below his ear down to his chin and Kurt shivered slightly, turning to face him.

"Will you play a song on the piano for me?" he asked, his voice low.

Blaine nodded. "Of course, but only if you sing."

At Kurt's nod of agreement he turned and headed over to the piano, turning on a few lights on the way somewhat reluctantly – there had been something more intimate about the lack of light, it had created a tension that had made Blaine's heart race and his breathing uneven.

Kurt leant against the piano as he sat down on the bench until Blaine shook his head at him and shifted further along the bench, patting the space beside him. Kurt sat down beside him; the bench was so short that they were pressed against each other with Blaine only just having enough room to play the piano.

He set some music on the rack. "How about this song?"

Kurt nodded. "Sure, I can sing that."

Blaine struggled to concentrate on the piano as Kurt sang. He wanted to just sit and listen to him sing, but Kurt had wanted him to play, so he forced himself to focus on the music and he managed to get through the song without making any mistakes – a miracle.

"I love hearing you sing," Blaine sighed. He blushed as another thought occurred to him. "Don't laugh, but the first time I heard you sing at that NYADA performance I compared it to an angel's voice."

Kurt laughed lightly. "That explains the 'falling from heaven' comment you texted me that time."

Blaine blushed harder, keeping his eyes fixed on the piano keys.

Kurt covered Blaine's hand with his and entwined their fingers. "There's no need to be embarrassed about it, I'm very flattered that you thought my voice was so breath-taking that you compared it to something ethereal."

Blaine smiled up at him and Kurt squeezed his hand before letting it go. "Can we sing a duet? I want to sing with you."

Blaine nodded, his blush starting to fade. He picked up a stack of sheet music from the floor by the piano. "What song do you want to do?"

Kurt took the stack from him and riffled through it. He paused at a page and pulled it out from the middle of the pile with a smile before holding it up so Blaine could see.

"'Baby, It's Cold Outside'?" he read off the top of the sheet with a smile. "It's almost summer."

Kurt set the music down on the rack. "I know, but I want to sing it. I'll take the female part."

"Ok."

Blaine set his fingers on the keys and began to play. This time he was able to look sideways and meet Kurt's eyes as he played as he knew the music to this song almost by heart. The song ended with them smiling at each other. The smile slipped from Kurt's face after a few seconds, his expression changing as his eyes flicked downwards and then he was surging forwards and pressing his lips to Blaine's, kissing him hungrily, passionately. Blaine's lips slid against Kurt's as he clutched at his boyfriend's shirt, tugging him closer. He parted Kurt's lips further with a sweep of his tongue and Kurt groaned softly when their tongues met. And then Kurt's lips were moving away and Blaine was trying to chase after them until Kurt began kissing along his jaw and then down his neck, sucking and nipping lightly at the skin there and Blaine was making little whimpering noises.

"Love you," Kurt murmured against his neck. He moved his head up so his lips met Blaine's again.

"Love you, too," Blaine whispered against Kurt's mouth.

Kurt's hands slid over his shoulders until they reached the bowtie he was wearing. He tugged at it so that the knot loosened. "You know, when I first saw you I called you 'Bowtie' in my head because you were always wearing one."

Blaine smiled. "Do you want to know what my nickname for you was back then?"

Kurt raised his eyes to meet Blaine's, their blue colour sparkling in the light. "I called you 'Blue Eyes'."

Kurt let out a small chuckle and kissed Blaine again, his mouth lingering less than an inch away from Blaine's lips after they broke apart. "I love you, Bowtie."

Blaine smiled. "I love you, Blue Eyes."