Wes POV

"Blaine!" Wes shouted across the room from behind the bar to where Blaine was setting up some stools on a raised platform. "Don't forget that I have that meeting on Tuesday with that producer." Blaine just finished and was starting to move toward the bar. "I can't believe that it's finally happening for me, Blaine, and it's all thanks to you." Wes leaned over the bar and kissed his friend on the cheek.

"Yeah, well, it wasn't all me. You are the one that worked your tail off to get to this point. You deserve this Wes." Blaine clapped his best friend on the shoulder.

"Thanks B." Wes smiled to his friend appreciatively as Blaine took the stage.

"Hello everyone. You know the drill. It isn't too late to sign up so just come by the stage and give me a name."

Wes was excited to perform as always. He had worked exceptionally hard to get himself to this point but had it not been for Blaine, he could have never done it. After all those years of helping Blaine and stepping in to take that big brother role when Cooper was poignantly absent, Blaine had shown his appreciation and returned the favor. Blaine was close to Cooper and he called him often and Cooper gave Blaine advice as big brothers should but he was also 5000 miles away in LA most of the time and he couldn't be by Blaine's side, that was when Wes would step in. He could never replace the relationship that the Anderson brothers had together but he hoped that he was at least a nice little placeholder for Blaine.

Tonight was Wes's favorite night to work at the shop. The hustle and bustle of the usual Sunday evening crowd was not ideal but he loved seeing the usual faces that came in for the show never mind the fact that this night was the entire reason he had a beckoning music career about to launch. Though Wes preformed every week, no one came to see him; there was only one star of this show, a devilishly handsome yet modest young man. Yes, he was talking about one Blaine Devon Anderson. Sure, Wes had been a crowd favorite since the day they started this little promotion but Blaine was the real star. The shop would be packed with people who came to hear Blaine week after week.

"So as always, folks, Wes will be starting off the night for us. So take it away Wes."

Wes started to approach the stage that he had played on without fail for two years straight, never missing a performance. He looked out into a sea of faces. This was the life Blaine dreamt about, a coffee shop to call his own that was doing well, a comfortable income. Yes, he was living the life he wanted and dreamed about. There was just one dream that he wish he could help him with and that dream was walking through the door right now.

Kurt POV

Kurt pulled on the familiar metal handle to his favorite coffee shop, well the only coffee shop he ever went to anymore, really. The scent of coffee beans and fresh baked goods wafted through the air as he tried to make his way to Blaine, not that he could see him through the crowd of people.

Kurt had been here every other day of the week but never had he seen 'Interval' so packed with people. Kurt didn't consider himself to be a short person by any means but he could not locate the one person that he was eager to find over everyone else. He scanned the sea of anonymous heads and faces. Then he spotted him next to the stage. A mocha colored, curly headed, brown-eyed boy that had his nerves and body on edge lately. He was hoping tonight he could figure out what was going on between them without Wes finding out. First there was the night that Kurt had to sneak out of Blaine's loft in hopes that Wes wouldn't see him and then the other night when Blaine had accidentally overslept and not shown up to work until a severely later hour than normal forcing Wes to cover for him.

Kurt knew that if Wes had ever found out about the two incidents that had occurred this week, that he would never let them hear the end of it. Until Kurt could figure out what this was or how Blaine was feeling, he didn't want to give Wes any ammunition to fuel the fire that was already sparking up a flame. Kurt knew that Blaine had liked him. He had told him so but that had been weeks ago now. Things could change. Life changes. All it takes is one chance encounter to turn a person's life completely upside down. Kurt should know. One minute he was an unsuspecting assistant to the most powerful woman at Vogue.com and the next he was being chatted up by some beautiful no name model that was genuinely showing interest in him. It was a welcomed change from the droves of guys that Kurt had tried to hit on at the clubs and they had just turned an upright chin.

Kurt had walked over to Blaine who still had no idea that he was even in the room as he looked on at his best friend up on the small stage in the middle of singing an acoustic version of Radioactive by Imagine Dragons.

Kurt came up to Blaine and taped him on the shoulder. He turned around and he watched his eyes go from genuine curiosity to true joy. "Kurt!" Blaine screamed over the noise of the guitars and amplifying system. "You made it!" Blaine launched himself into Kurt's arms.

"Of course I did! You asked me to come!" Blaine released him from the hold. "There is a lot of people here!"

"What?!" Blaine leaned in closer getting his ear closer to the taller man's words.

"I said, THERE IS A LOT OF PEOPLE HERE!"

Blaine threw his head the way of the bar. Kurt followed him as Blaine walked behind the bar. Once he was behind there, there could have a conversation in a normal tone of voice. "Can I get you anything to drink? You don't have a usual Sunday order so I don't know what to make you."

"Anything. I trust you." Which was the truth. Over the two years, Kurt had grown to trust Blaine...a lot and not just with his coffee order but with his life. He knew he could tell Blaine anything and he wouldn't be judged or ridiculed, not like at home with Erik.

Blaine smiled and went to work steaming milk and picking up various other containers while every once in a while looking up to Kurt and smiling before returning back to his coffee.

Wes's voice resonated over the microphone and rippled through the café. "Thank you. This next song means so very much to me. It brings me back to a time when Blaine and I were in school together." Soon the beginning chords of The One The Got Away were played.

A few minutes later, once the drink had been completed Blaine handed Kurt the to-go cup. "Sorry, we don't have anymore regular cups. We tend to use them all up on Sunday nights."

Kurt smiled, "It's fine." Blaine walked out from behind the counter and led Kurt to a wall near the front of the shop toward the stage but far enough away that they could still hear each other talk. "What is this anyways?" Kurt gestured to the full house with at least one hundred no named people.

"It's Sing Sunday. It's our biggest day of the week."

Kurt furrowed his brow. "When did you start this?"

Blaine shrugged. "Maybe six months after we opened, right around the time that I hired Wes. The two of us sat down to lunch and he said that he was having a hard time getting meetings with music execs so I went to bed that night and tried to think of ways that I could help him out and I said to myself 'what if we had an open mic night?' That way he could get his name out there. The bigger it got, the more people knew about it. The more people knew about it, the more big wigs showed up. Now Wes has a record deal with a small indie label, which is all he ever wanted. I mean he's not the only one. I think because of SS three others have been discovered. Now we are the hot spot for the aspiring singer/songwriters." Blaine looked out over the sea of people flooding his shop. "Welcome to the way I got all my customers. You asked me what had happened all of a sudden one Monday when you walked in and you could hardly get in the front door, that was the day after the first SS."
Kurt sat there in awe. Unable to speak for several minutes as Blaine turned his eyes back to his friend on the stage. How did I not know about this? "Doing that for Wes...and the others, it's amazing." Kurt leaned in and yelled over the cheers erupting over the room as the end of the song came to a close.

Blaine looked over at Kurt and smile. "It's no big deal. Anyone would have done the same for their best friend. Plus, and I would never admit this to Wes and I will kill you if you ever do, but it has become one of the highlights of my week, after seeing you everyday, of course." Blaine gave a sly smile as he knocked Kurt in the shoulder. Now Kurt was blushing hard, so hard in fact that he had to hide his face in embarrassment. The clapping came to a close and Blaine leaned into Kurt, "I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?"

"Someone has to MC this thing." Blaine shot a smile Kurt's way that had Kurt's heart beating so hard that he was sure it was going to beat right out of his chest.

What was this feeling? Am I dying? Was it a heart attack? I read somewhere those are hereditary.

Then Blaine took the stage and took the mic into his hand. "Thank you Wes." Everyone in the room clapped and hollered for him. "Next we have a duo that you can also see here quite often. They are the reason that you all have delicious pastries and other baked goods because I for sure as hell couldn't do it as great as them so please help me welcome Lacy and Reese." Everyone clapped in anticipation for them as Blaine exited stage left heading back to where Kurt was leaning on the wall as the Lacy belted out the lyrics to Have You Ever Seen the Rain and Reese played guitar. He appeared back in front of Kurt, "How is that coffee?" Oh shoot! He had been so distracted by everything that he still hadn't tried the drink. He took a sip. "I've never made something like that before but I..."

"Holy shit, Blaine! This is incredible." Kurt took another sip. "This is delicious." He took another sip. "It's like sweet and rich but somehow also..." took another drink, "fruity?"

Blaine laughed, "Very good. White chocolate and cherry."

Kurt looked up at the pastry chef suddenly turned duet partners. "Their good. Do you only hire people that are musically talented?"

Blaine giggled. "You would think but I guess that's whose working the coffee shops these days, struggling artist types. No, on the first SS they signed up together and have been doing it ever since. People seem to like them so I don't mind. Most of my staff is signed up for the night, the opening and closing acts are the only ones that do small sets though, everyone else gets one song."

"Who's the closing act?" All Blaine did was give him a knowing smirk that suggested that he was not going to be telling him. Kurt took another sip of his coffee deciding to change the subject. "What made you think of something like this?" He gestured to his cup in his hand. "Not that I'm complaining because it's great. You should sell this. It's really good." Kurt was downing the drink virtually gulping it.

"Thanks, I just came up with it on the spot. You were my inspiration." Kurt stopped drinking and looked into Blaine's hazel eyes that seemed nervous suddenly.

"Me? How?"

"Your snow white complexion against those cherry red cheeks. White chocolate and cherries." Before either man could say anything, Blaine heard a voice call out from behind the counter.

One of the employees that Kurt hadn't ever seen around (new hire?) called over his boss. "Blaine!"

"Yeah Colby?"

All the young twenty-something boy with dirty blonde hair and a tanned complexion had to do was look at Blaine and both Kurt and Blaine knew. He leaned in close to Kurt. "I'll be back as soon as I can. Make yourself comfortable." Blaine disappeared behind the counter and was immediately transformed into work-mode Blaine.

Two and a half hours and three white chocolate cherry concoctions later, Kurt was lost in the music. He was engrossed in the sound of some hipster-looking girl singing to a piano version of Bruno Mars's Grenade. He had been so caught up in the performances that he had hardly noticed the chair next to him slide out. "Having fun?"

Kurt was startled out of his thoughts as a skinny Asian man sat down next to him. "Jesus Wes, you scared the shit out of me." Wes just laughed. "I can't believe that this is the brain child of Blaine. It's incredible. He's incredible." Kurt subconsciously looked toward the counter where Blaine was still helping out Colby and a couple of the others where there had been a relentless line all night that seemed to be dying down now. Maybe he would be able to come sit down soon. Blaine looked up at Kurt and smiled shyly before returning his attention to his work at hand.

"You have no idea. Just wait and see." Kurt was confused. He shot Wes a quizzical look.

"What does that mean?" Wes didn't have time to answer as the audience started to clap for the finish of the song. The tall brunette with the thick-rimmed glasses took a small bow and left the stage.

"That's my cue." And with that Wes was gone and heading to the stage. He stepped up and took the microphone into his hand. He clapped. "Let's have another hand for Michelle." The room erupts into a soft clap. "Well we won't keep anyone waiting any longer. I think it's time to bring on the person you have all been waiting for. You know him. He has been here every week for you all without fail. Some have even said that he is sex on a stick and sings like a dream but I don't know about all that. Please help me welcome your favorite 'Interval Café' owner, Blaine Anderson." The whole café exploded with people cheering, clapping, and whistling for him.

Kurt's eyes grew wide and twisted his body in his chair to turn and see Blaine wiping off his hands on a towel before moving from behind the counter to the small stage but not before grabbing the acoustic guitar that Kurt hadn't noticed was in the corner behind the bar.
Blaine moved the bar stool that was on the stage and placed it right in front of the microphone. He adjusted the height and took a seat. "Thank you everybody for coming out tonight. The first one is going to be something that I have never played here before but is something that I know you all know so I hope you like it." Blaine started to strum his guitar.

I'm gonna pick up the pieces

and build a lego house

If things go wrong

we can knock it down

Kurt was so preoccupied with watching Blaine up on the small makeshift stage that he had no idea that Wes had once again taken the seat next to him. "Surprising?" Wes asked with a mischievous grin.

"Very. He told me he was just alright." Kurt said not peeling his eyes away from the hazel-eyed man on stage as he was in a trance watching his curls bounce around on top of his head. "He's amazing." Wes was smiling to himself as he watched Kurt's starry-eyed expression. Kurt broke away to look at Wes as he could still hear Blaine singing in the background. "I'm not just talking about the singing either. Blaine has done wondrous things with this place. You can tell that he loves what he does and how proud of it he is."

"As he should be." Wes seemed to get defensive over his friend.

Kurt snickered. "I agree. He put so much of his heart and soul into this place he deserves to get just as much back."

Wes softens a bit. "I just can't believe that this was just a dream once. He would call me from his dorm at Harvard and tell me how all he ever wanted to do was open his own coffee shop."
Kurt who was once again intently looking at Blaine, swung his head toward Wes, brows furrowed. "Harvard?"

"Yeah. Law School." Wes said it like Kurt knew that.

"He went to law school? Like to be a lawyer?" The shock was written all over Kurt's face, as this was new information to him.

"He never told you?" Kurt shook his head slowly from side to side and looked back to Blaine with new eyes now. "Yeah graduated with honors and everything. Top of his class...Valedictorian actually."

"What happened?" Kurt asked still not peeling his eyes away from the man on the stage.

"That's something you will have to ask him."

Kurt glanced one last time to Wes before returning the gaze to Blaine who was now finishing up the last chord of the song. Everyone clapped. Kurt could feel his heart swell with...pride? Why was he proud of Blaine? After a second of contemplation he just chalked it up to Blaine being a friend that he cared a lot for and he was proud of what he had accomplished.

Blaine took to the mic again. "Thank you everyone for yet another successful Sing Sunday. This last song is one that I wrote for someone special and I would like to dedicate it to a newcomer in our midst. I wanted to let him know that, although things in your life can get crazy and may not make sense sometimes, no matter what, it always gets better. When life seems cruel and you don't think you could ever bounce back, just know that there are people in your life that love you for who you are and will always be by your side. Even when you don't think love is possible anymore, just know that love can come in mysterious ways when you least expect it to and will sweep you off your feet." If Kurt had any doubts about whom the song was for, they were shattered when Blaine looked right at Kurt. "Kurt, this one is for you."

Blaine took his guitar in hand and started to strum.

Settle down with me

Cover me up

Cuddle me in

Lie down with me

And hold me in your arms

And your heart's against my chest, your

lips pressed to my neck

I'm falling for your eye, but they don't

know me yet

And with a feeling, I'll forget I'm in love

Now

Kurt had a sudden flashback to the previous night as he was enveloped in the arms of the man gracing the stage as his nose was buried in that tanned neck taking in the natural musky scent of Blaine mixed with the developed scent of coffee beans and the way that the two had tangoed together so well creating a unique but oh so breathtaking scent of his own.

Kiss me like you wanna be loved

You wanna be loved

You wanna be loved

This feels like falling in love

Falling in love

We're falling in love

Blaine up until this point hadn't looked at Kurt, choosing to focus on the chords. When he looked at Kurt, he could instantly see the nervousness written all over his face as he sang. Kurt's heart immediately dropped into his stomach. His heart was beating erratically and he didn't know how to tame it.

Settle down with me

And I'll be your safety

You'll be my baby

I was made to keep your body warm

But I'm cold as the wind blows so hold

me in your arms

Oh no

My heart's against your chest, your lips

pressed to my neck

I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't

know me yet

With this feeling I'll forget I'm in love

Now

Kiss me like you wanna be loved

You wanna be loved

You wanna be loved

This feels like falling in love

Falling in love

We're falling in love

Kurt was flooded with images of Blaine's lips crashing into his own as they grasped at each other, wanting more, needing more.

Yeah I've been feeling everything from

hate to love from love to lust

From lust to truth I guess that's how I

know you

So hold you close to help you give it up so

Suddenly Kurt was picturing himself on the stairs in Blaine's apartment, the ones that he had only ever seen the once. He saw himself leaning in kissing Blaine, parting quickly. It seemed more real, something of a memory than a desire. It felt like it had already happened.

So kiss me like you wanna be loved

You wanna be loved

You wanna be loved

This feels like falling in love

Falling in love

We're falling in love

Wes, who Kurt had forgot was even at the table with him, leaned into him with a look of astonishment, "Kurt, what is up with the goofy look? Do you have feelings for Blaine?" Kurt couldn't say anything just looked at him for no more than a half a second before turning back to meet the soulful gaze that Blaine was casting his way.

Kiss me like you wanna be loved

You wanna be loved

You wanna be loved

This feels like falling in love

Falling in love

We're falling in love

The room went off into a fit of hysterics but Kurt didn't hear them, he just looked up at Blaine who was staring back at him with an unreadable expression. Kurt look at Blaine with unshed tears and without wavering asked Wes, "Do you ever get the feeling that you're seeing someone for the first time? Like, really seeing them for the first time?"

Soon enough all the spectators had exited out the front door leaving a mess in their wake. The only ones that were left were Blaine, Wes, Kurt, Reese, and Lacy but the girls had grabbed their coats and were saying their goodbyes. "Good job tonight boss. You killed it," Lacy said.

"We'll see you in the morning, Blaine." Reese grabbed the handle leading out the front door.

"Goodnight ladies. Get some sleep and I'll see you both in the morning."

Now it was just the three men. "Well I think that it was a wildly successful night," Wes walked over to the door and flipped the 'open' sign to 'Sorry, we're closed'.

"I would have to agree," Blaine chuckled out. "Now get home to that girlfriend of yours. She's always complaining to me that I keep you here too long."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm going. You sure you'll be alright to clean by yourself?"

"Wes, I have been doing this now for two years by myself. I think I can handle it."

"Ok, see you tomorrow at 8am." Wes turned his attention to Kurt. "Do you want to share a cab home? I'm just on the outskirts of Tribeca."

Kurt looked at Blaine and then back to Wes. "Um...I think I'll just catch one later. I'll help Blaine clean up for a while." He turned to Blaine, "If that's ok with you." Blaine tried to give him a noncommittal shrug that came off more eager than Kurt was sure he wanted it to.

Wes gave him a knowing smirk. "Ok. Try not to work too hard." Wes grabbed his jacket and was headed for the door. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Wes walked outside but not quite leaving with just his head poking back in the door. "Which, for the record, isn't much." He gave them both a wink and closed the door.

"Wesley Lang!" Blaine screamed after him but he was already gone. He turned his attention back to Kurt. "Sorry about that. That's typical Wes."

Kurt giggled nervously, now being alone with Blaine for the first time since the night they had snuggled on his couch. "It's ok. I've come to expect it. If he didn't say something I would be worried." Kurt looked around the littered shop. "So where do we start?"

"How are your sweeping skills?" Blaine asked with one eyebrow cocked.

"Have you forgotten that I was once an intern at Vogue? Sweeping up after a shoot was literally written in the job description." Blaine laughed and handed him a broom and a dustpan.

"I'm just going to get all the dishes unto the counter to do dishes later and then I'll wipe down the counters."

The two worked silently in tandem with each other easing through Blaine's typical Sunday routine. After a while Kurt broke the silence. "Don't you have to get to bed? We're pushing 11pm and you have to be down here by 5am don't you?"

Blaine sighed, "No. Monday's are my late days. I made a deal with Wes when we started SS, I would stay up and clean until the wee hours of the morning and he would open early on Monday. It's seemed to work so far."

"What time do you usually get done?"

"I don't know. It depends how many people show up. I usually finish sometime between midnight and 12:30, sometimes earlier, sometimes later but with two tonight it will be done faster so thank you for that." Kurt nodded. He was studying the methodical way that Blaine was washing the counters and the machines. Merely watching Blaine was sending Kurt's emotions into a tailspin. More than anything he just wanted to be able to cross the room to where Blaine stands and kiss him hard and passionately. "So what did you think about tonight?" Blaine broke Kurt out of his daydream.

"It was fun. I didn't know that this even went on. Why did you not tell me about it earlier?"

Blaine sniggered. "Well it's not like you couldn't have found out. We have a flyer that perpetually hangs by the front door." Blaine pointed toward it and then turned his gaze back to Kurt.

Kurt looked at the flyer. "Oh." He was embarrassed to admit that he had never seen it there in the two years he had been coming here. Blaine laughed at Kurt good-naturedly.

"What did you think of the entertainment?"

"It was great."

"Any favorites?"

"One in particular." Kurt blushed. He didn't flirt. He hardly knew how to.

"Oh yeah. Who?" Blaine honestly looked oblivious.

"You, Blaine. Alright my ass." The two boys snickered and Blaine tried to hide his face from revealing the blush creeping up his face. "You were beyond alright you were incredible. Lego House was gorgeous but that other one...got me thinking." Kurt thought about the way that Blaine looked, the way that Blaine had stared right at him, their eyes meeting and not being able to pull away, the way he had envisioned them kissing.

Blaine moved from the other side of the counter and started to collect all the abandon coffee cups scattered across the room. "About?"

Kurt closed his eyes and contemplated what he was going to ask. "Blaine can you be honest about something with me?"

Blaine looked at him with worry, setting down the collected cups on the counter. "Always."

"That night that I spent the night at your house, did we...you know...kiss?"

Blaine inhaled deeply. "Why do you ask?"

Kurt was trying not to clench his jaw. "Because I-you were singing and I kept having visions of you-us on your stairs, kissing." Blaine stood there stunned, rendered unable to speak. He just stood and stared at Kurt with wide eyes. "I mean maybe it's just something I thought up in my head. Sorry. Stupid question. I shouldn't have asked. It just seemed more vivid than a dream like it had..."

"It happened!" Blaine cut him off from his babbling.

"Oh." Now Kurt didn't know what to say. "Did it-was it ok?"

Blaine laughed nervously taking a few steps closer. "Ok does not even begin to describe it for me. It was short but sweet. I remember thinking how I wanted it to last longer."

Kurt bit his bottom lip. "I wish I could remember more of it."

"Well we will just have to help that memory along." Blaine closed the remaining distance between them. Kurt inhaled sharply as he grabbing him around the waist forcing their lips to collide. Kurt could feel his hands making their way up Blaine's back and tangling his fingers through the curls that he had been so eager to touch for the past week. Kurt titled his head to the side to deepen the kiss. Blaine slid his tongue across Kurt's bottom lip to ask for access, which Kurt granted. Blaine was grasping at Kurt's shirt moaning into the kiss making it that much better. They were moving as one, tongues a tangled mess.

Kurt had a flash of the previous kiss and how chaste it had been, this was so much better, all hot and wanting. They separated but neither willing to let go just yet. They're foreheads resting against each other. "Why did I wait so long to do this?" Blaine let out a raspy chuckle before capturing Kurt's bottom lip between his teeth. Kurt moaned letting Blaine know that we wasn't done, he wanted more. He could feel the blood flowing south. Kurt slid his tongue between Blaine's swollen lips.

They stayed this way for several minutes, just exploring each other's mouths. Kurt broke away from the kiss as Blaine's mouth immediately was plastered to his neck as he sucked his way down his collarbone. "I want to take this slow, Blaine."

Blaine looked up into Kurt's wanting eyes. "I can do slow." Blaine returned to Kurt's neck and slower than before started to kiss and suck Kurt's neck.

Kurt laughed. He grabbed Blaine under his chin and tilted his head up so he could look him in the eyes. "I'm serious Blaine. I don't want this to be some rebound. I don't want to screw whatever this is up for us."

Blaine sighed reluctantly. "Fine." He captured Kurt in one last sweet but tender kiss to the lips. They separated and went back to their respective jobs.

Kurt had finished sweeping the floor and dumped the trash into the nearby garbage can. He then started to help Blaine by picking up the cups and saucers on the tables, depositing them on the counter to be sent through the dishwasher. They made small talk about the night as they worked. They chatted about the girl that had clearly forgot lyrics to the Maroon 5 song that she was playing but tried to play it off as if no one noticed but she had been so nervous afterward that it was very apparent.

Once they had finished with the collection of all the cups and saucers they wiping down of all the tables of all the sticky dried coffee. Between the two of them they had finished with that quickly. "Can you grab a stack of the saucers and I will take the cups." Blaine motioned to Kurt.

"Sure." Kurt grabbed all the saucers in one swoop and Blaine carried the majority of the cups with practiced skill. Blaine started to go behind the counter, Kurt followed but stopped just past the threshold of the long bar.

Blaine noticed and turned around. "What?"

"It's just, I've never been behind the counter. It's weird, different."

"Different good, or different bad?" Blaine grabbed another stack of cups.

"Just...different. I'll let you know."

"Well, once you cross behind the counter, you can never go back." Blaine looked over at Kurt with a smoldering look suggesting that he couldn't turn back from more than just the counter.

"I know."

Blaine popped in all the dishes to the dishwasher and Wes would take them out in the morning. The men had walked out to the main area again and Blaine walked over to the windows to close all the shades. "Well that's it for the night."

Kurt's heart sank in disappointment. It wasn't even 11:30. "Well then I guess I should get going."

"Here I'll walk you to the door." Blaine ran ahead of Kurt as he grabbed his messenger bag and stood waiting for him.

Kurt stood right in front of Blaine but didn't look at him right away finding something interesting on the floor trying to stall. He reach out and took Blaine's hand in his own. "I really had a good time tonight. Thanks for inviting me."

Blaine was trying to hide a goofy grin. "Anytime. You should come next week."

"I think I will." The two just stared at each other for a while. Finally Kurt decided that he shouldn't hold Blaine any longer. "Well, bye." Kurt leaned in and gave Blaine a simple, quick kiss.

"Bye."

Kurt reached for the door. "I'll see you in the morning?"

"Bright and early."

"Good." Kurt stood there for a second more. "Well, bye." Kurt leaned in to a kiss that lasted a little longer than the time before as he allowed their bodies to get slightly tangled before pulling away once more.

"Bye," Blaine said again.

Kurt turned toward the door and turned around again to face Blaine. "You know I might be late tomorrow morning. I have so much that I need to do still tonight so..."

"That's fine. I'll be here."

"Ok, good. Bye." Kurt leaned over and smashed their lips together one last time for good measure. Kurt let his tongue slide into Blaine's mouth. They separated chests heaving. "Oh fuck it." Kurt suddenly was covering Blaine's mouth with his own while simultaneously locking the door and that previously had been his exit. Kurt turned Blaine so he was pressing him into the wall as he slipped his tongue into his mouth again as Blaine nipped at his bottom lip which elicited a groan from Kurt. The feeling went right to his groin. He was already so hard from just watching Blaine tonight. Kurt was pulling up on Blaine's shirt and he was running his hand over the stomach that he had felt under him only a couple days before. It was glorious, his rippled abs underneath his hand. He pulled on Blaine's shirt to free him from it but Blaine resisted.

Blaine pulled away. "Are you sure?" Blaine asked breathlessly.

All Kurt did was ground his half hard erection into Blaine, which made Blaine throw his head back and moaned in ecstasy. That must have been all that Blaine needed because he let Kurt pull off the shirt, grabbed Kurt's hand. "Bed now!" They started jogging for the stairs flicking off all the lights as they stumbled their way up the stairs stopping every once in a while to stop and kiss and grope.