But the month went quicker than either expected. They were both incredibly busy with their jobs.

For Kurt, it was the deadline for college application submissions, and so he was up to his eyeballs with students still undecided on where to apply and coming to him for last minute advice and application forms. Then the mid-term exams started before the break. That was a time for many students to have minor meltdowns and needing Kurt for extra guidance and support. Also he was an adjudicator for the exams.

For Blaine, he was busy promoting his upcoming album. He performed at various venues, mostly benefits for charities like The Trevor Project and Make a Wish Foundation. Any time he was asked to perform, he'd oblige. It was what he needed to do to get his music out to everyone. He went on the TV circuit, appearing on talk shows, both daytime and night-time. Kurt made sure to record each one to watch privately over and over again. Whenever they started questioning Blaine about his love life he got very elusive, always answering the question with a question or changing the subject entirely.

Hollywood noticed.

The magazines were beginning to speculate once they realized that Blaine suddenly wasn't on the party train, keeping his distance from the usual crowd he hung out with. Rumors started floating around that he found someone special. And while Kurt did not presume anything, he couldn't help feeling a bit smug, knowing that Blaine was taking the possibility of a renewed relationship seriously.

There was talk of Blaine heading out on tour, which was exciting. David was busy working on the details for that to happen. It would be a modest tour; small venues in the U.S. with possibly a few Canadian dates thrown in, but to headline anything would thrill Blaine to pieces. It was really all about performing to him. The writing and recording was great, but it was the live performance that did it for him. Always has been - always will be.

February quickly turned into March with winter thawing into spring. They had emailed each other immediately once Blaine returned to LA, and quickly settled on a date that would work for both of them. Blaine was still going to have to work a bit, but it wasn't anything deal breaking. Kurt decided he would enjoy it anyways as most of it involved performances and a couple of small venue events. In the end, including weekends, they would have ten days together. Kurt and Blaine could hardly wait.

They continued emailing which eventually evolved to text messaging, to the point where they were in constant contact with one another on a daily basis. The evolution of technology certainly made it easier for the heart to stay fond in a long distance situation.

They had not progressed to Skype however. Blaine had suggested it, but Kurt hated the way that everything was delayed a few seconds, and secretly, he was afraid it could open the door to the possibility of having cyber sex; something he was entirely uncomfortable with given the early stage of their relationship. So they kept it to texts and emails with a weekly telephone call.

Kurt was on the subway home, when he felt his phone vibrating in his back pocket. Taking it out he saw Blaine's name calling and answered quickly, "Well hello there Westcoast!"

He heard Blaine chuckle "Hello to you too Eastcoast! How is your day?"

They had gotten into the silly habit of referring to each other as the coast they lived on. It started when they would constantly have to remind the other of the time difference between them. So, if Kurt was saying goodnight to Blaine, he'd forget that it was still early in the westcoast and visa versa for Kurt in the eastcoast.

It was Kurt that first referred to Blaine as Mr. Westcoast one night in jest, and it just kind of stuck, quickly dropping the Mr to save time and energy. They thought it was cute but everyone else, namely Rachel and David, thought it was nauseating and would roll their eyes whenever they heard them talking.

"Well my day is over, but it was great. I'm just on the subway going home. How's your day and what's up?" Kurt was curious as their weekly telephone call was usually scheduled for Sunday. The fact that Blaine was calling him now raised his curiosity.

"My day is still happening - its early afternoon and its fine - better now that I'm talking to you. And ask me what's up when you get here" joked Blaine "I'm sure it will only take me about 10 minutes after you land."

Kurt groaned at the attempted joke. "You are so lame sometimes Blaine. You're going to have to come up with better ones than that."

"OK I'll see what I can come up with before you get here." Blaine laughed at his own dorkiness. "Speaking of which, I just wanted to call to let you know that I will be at the airport to pick you up."

There had been a strong possibility that Blaine wouldn't be able to get him due to scheduling issues, and that David might be picking him up, so he wanted to fill him in on the change.

"That's great Blaine! I can't wait to see you. The kids are all so jealous when I told them I was going to LA. Some of them want to come with me... like a school trip or something!"

"Well, I sincerely hope that none of them are accompanying you, as they will end up getting seriously schooled as soon as we're alone together" Blaine advised him, his voice a bit deeper and gruffer, giving Kurt serious chills up his spine.

"Don't worry. No-one is stepping off that plane but me. I'm all yours - just me" Kurt promised.

"Good. So, just so you know, there could be paparazzi at the airport. They are there all the time looking for photo opps so just be prepared. I'll try my best to be incognito. They really couldn't care less about me, but if they see me, they'll take pictures."

Kurt hesitated. He really hadn't thought at ALL about that...strangers taking photos of them together. The whole concept seemed so random.

"Kurt? Are you still there?"

"Oh, yes, sorry - deep in thought. I'm going to have to rethink my entire wardrobe now that I know I might be photographed" he confessed.

"Don't bother Kurt! You always look amazing no matter what. I really don't think we'll have any problems. It's just that we haven't talked about it, and I'm used to it, but it will be different for you. With any luck at all, they'll leave us entirely alone."

"Sure no worries" assured Kurt.

"Ok - gotta run Eastcoast. More meetings.... But I'll see you in a couple of days! Wow I can't believe it - you're going to be here in two days!"

"Yep - two days and one Kurt Hummel will be in the City of Angels. I can't wait Westcoast! Have a great night... day... whatever it is for you, and I'll text you the play by play when I leave here"

"Ok. - 2 more sleeps!"

And with that, the call ended.

Kurt looked down at his phone with a smile on his face. He couldn't wait to see Blaine again. He had thought of little else. The fact that they really hadn't fooled around yet was a little distracting, but the lead up was exhilarating.

Fuck, he had forgotten to ask Blaine...again...

He thumbed open his message box and touched on Blaine's name bring up the text bubble and typed:

KURT:

OK kinda awkward but if u haven't already pls get tested

BLAINE

How very esp of u

Did last week results today - clean

KURT

:)

BLAINE

What about u?

KURT

Seriously?

BLAINE

Yeah ok. Forget I said that

KURT

Forgotten. cu in 2 WC

BLAINE

xo EC

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It was a picture perfect day in LA when Kurt's plane touched down. The sky was clear, the sun was shining and it was a balmy 75 degrees. Kurt had never been west of Ohio, so he was just about bursting at the seams while he waited patiently for the passengers in front of him to exit the plane.

He quickly sent Blaine a text

KURT

Just landed. Getting off plane now

BLAINE

Yay! I'm here too...dodging paps :(

KURT

No :( allowed today

Only :)

BLAINE

Gotcha

BLAINE

:) :) :) :) :)

Dork! Kurt thought to himself, smiling at his phone.

Finally everyone started moving and he was off the plane and walking quickly up the ramp to get to the gate. Once through, it was easy enough to follow the signs down to the baggage claim area where Blaine was waiting for him.

There were a few people waiting for arriving passengers, so Kurt didn't see Blaine right away. He didn't see him because Blaine was in very non-Blaine clothing, with a beanie on his head and dark glasses on. But he was holding up a sign saying "Eastcoast" like he was a driver waiting for a fare.

Kurt ran up to him and literally threw himself into his arms so hard that Blaine started falling back a bit. Laughing, he found his ground and grabbed a hold of Kurt, dropping the sign, and pulled him in so tight that both were finding it hard to breathe. Eventually they broke away enough so they could look at each other in the eyes.

"Hi" Blaine said with the biggest grin on his face.

Equally giddy, Kurt greeted him back with a "Hi" and a chaste but meaningful kiss on the lips.

"Hmmm..." Blaine smacked his lips. "You taste like cherry. How very Katy Perry of you" he teased.

"Well, we are in California, so when in Rome....." Kurt retorted kissing him again quickly, turning around to see that the luggage was coming down the chute. They went looking for Kurt's luggage "As long as you aren't going to kiss a girl." Blaine grumbled pulling Kurt's very large suitcase off the carousel, causing Kurt to slap him on the ass playfully.

They managed to get themselves and Kurt's luggage to Blaine's car without being noticed and were cruising down the freeway heading to Blaine's house in West Hollywood. Traffic was light and it would only take about 20 minutes or so to get there.

Kurt was staring out the window with a huge smile on his face. Palm trees! He had never seen them in real life. They are magnificent he thought. And it was so warm out. It had been sunny in New York when he left but still cold. It wouldn't warm up there significantly for a couple of more months.

"So, interesting text you sent me the other day" Blaine said, breaking Kurt's thoughts, as he looked over to his right to change lanes. Seeking Kurt's hand in the middle of the console, he continued "Want to tell me what brought that on?"

"You mean about being tested?"

When Blaine nodded, Kurt explained with a shrug "I just thought that it would be the right thing to do. Clean slate and all. I don't want to worry about anything we might do, or the consequences if either of us had anything unexpected." What he didn't say was that 'by either of us' he really meant Blaine.

"What exactly do you plan on us doing Kurt?" Blaine asked shifting his body a bit in his seat to accommodate the hard on he was starting to get. "Because I might need to remind you that I've been celibate since we last met, and whatever we end up doing, I'm probably not going to last long. At least not initially... just so you know..."

"Oh, you'll just have to wait to find out" teased Kurt acting nonchalant, but hiding a smile towards the window.

Blaine groaned..... "Kurt, remember when I said it would take me about 10 minutes to get up after you land? Well consider it fait accompli."

"Aw...poor baby...patience my dear." Kurt continued to tease "All in good time" as he reached over to rub Blaine's thigh.

Blaine groaned again. "The word patience does not exist in my vocabulary Kurt. Be prepared for full assault when we get to my place."

"Yeah...yeah...Promises...promises. You're not the only one who's been celibate Blaine... big expectations" Kurt warned him with a smirk.

Blaine's house was adorable; very Blaine. It was in the hills, but not too high up. It was modest by Hollywood standards, but everything that Blaine could want and need. He, by no means, considered himself rich. In fact, even with his success and awards, the truth of the matter was that he didn't really make a lot of money. He had a recording contract which paid him, and he collected royalties from the songs that he wrote, but the days were gone where an artist made money from album sales. The internet and music downloading had pretty much killed that. The real money would come from further song royalties and ticket and merchandise sales once he started touring.

In the meantime he lived comfortably in this beautiful 1920's Spanish stucco house that he bought with his signing bonus. It had all the original tile work throughout and oozed charm. Kurt fell in love with it immediately. There was a lovely private backyard complete with a fountain and a pond populated with koi. Blaine had a gardener come in every week and as a result, he had neatly manicured lawns complete with flower beds and bird houses and feeders. It was quintessential California.

After putting his clothes away and storing the suitcases in the garage, they sat down at the patio table in the yard both with a tall glass of lemonade that Blaine had made the night before to enjoy in the sunshine. All earlier threats seemingly forgotten or deferred - Kurt wasn't sure which.

"My God. I can see why you live here Blaine" Kurt exclaimed after taking a long sip of his cold drink. "It was still freezing cold in New York when I left, and now I'm sitting outside in a t-shirt with my sunglasses on, sipping a cold drink. I'll be damned."

"I know. Truth of the matter is I don't think I could ever leave here now" Blaine shared. "It took me a while to get used to it. The smog can be awful and don't even get me started on the traffic" holding his hands up in surrender "but even with all that, I love it here. It's my home now" he professed to Kurt with a small smile.

"I get it Blaine. I really do. If you had asked me yesterday if I would ever live anywhere but New York City, I'd have said no way. Now, I'm not so sure."

"Really Kurt?" Blaine asked quickly, "Would you ever consider leaving New York?

He had to ask. He felt like Kurt was extending a life line and he had to grab on to it.

"I'm not sure I would leave New York just because of the weather" Kurt mulled.... "But, yeah, I think I'd consider leaving if it meant being in the right place with the right person. Whether that's in LA or somewhere else, I don't feel any longer that my happiness depends on being in New York. I just ended up there and decided not to leave."

Blaine put his drink down, and went over to Kurt, straddling his chair so that he was sitting in the boy's lap; he took Kurt's sunglasses off and put his drink down. Wrapping his arms around Kurt's neck, he lowered his head down, and first started kissing his forehead, then temples, then down to his cheeks.... the tip of his nose, and finally his lips. He spent some time on his lips. When he finally withdrew, he whispered to Kurt "I sure hope that you're in the right place now Kurt... and maybe then I'll be the right person. I am so glad you're here."

Kurt answered him by wrapping his arms around him, pulling him so he could reach his mouth. "Stop talking and start kissing Westcoast" he said before slipping his tongue into Blaine's mouth. "You have some idle threats to make good on."

They made their way back into the house, not wanting to give the neighbors a show, stopping every few feet to continue their mutual assault on each other's mouths and necks, going from 0 to 60 in record time.

As soon as they were inside, Blaine backed Kurt up on a wall forcing his legs open with his own and pushing his thigh on Kurt so he could gain friction, rutting hard against Kurt's leg. "Fuck Kurt, I'm telling you now, I am not going to last" he growled into Kurt's neck and sucking on his earlobes. Desperate to make contact with any skin that he could find, he pulled Kurt's shirt up, running his hands up the boy's chest and around his back causing Kurt to groan loudly and return his thrusts.

"I don't care" Kurt hissed, biting Blaine's shoulder, grabbing on to his hips and roughly pulling Blaine in more until their cocks were flush with each other. "I just need to feel you now" reaching around and gripping Blaine's ass to hold him hostage.

They both knew they weren't going to make it any further into the house. All the old familiar gestures and motions were bubbling up to the surface now. Neither had any control over what their bodies were demanding.

"Fuck you feel so good" Blaine mouthed , grinding his dick against Kurt's as hard as he could, panting heavily as he felt the heat coiling and his balls retracting knowing that he was close to orgasm. "I'm gonna come Kurt.... fuck" he warned, thrusting hard one last time before giving in to the release, shooting cum into his pants.

Growling loudly, Kurt grabbed Blaine and whipped him around so that he was now against the wall, and Kurt started fucking into him desperately, "Fuck, you're so hot when you come" Kurt panted into Blaine's mouth, unable to do anything now but continue to rut until he feels himself coming too, dropping his head on Blaine's shoulder as he spilled out into his own briefs.

They both end up sliding down the wall, landing on the floor, breaking away briefly to catch their breath and cool down. Blaine's the first to recover and slides over to Kurt to languish him with deep soft kisses, the urgency gone, and only tenderness remaining.

"That, Kurt Hummel, was a long time coming and fucking amazing!" he declared resting his head on Kurt's shoulder.

"That's definitely one word to describe it. Hot, incredible, mind-blowing, quick... all those words come to mind as well" Kurt conceded, kissing Blaine "But as amazing and hot and incredible and mind-blowing and quick as it was, I am starting to feel really gross" shifting his softening dick through his pants, "and in deep need of a shower. Care to join me?" he asked Blaine tilting his head to one side.

Blaine stood up, shifting himself in his pants as well, holding his hands out for Kurt to grab onto, to pull the boy up, "Lead the way, oh Master."

"Lead the way? Whose house is this?" Kurt wisecracked, squealing as Blaine tried to slap him on the ass.

"Mine for now, but that's up for negotiation any time you want." Blaine quipped back as they headed into the bathroom to shower.

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They spent the next few days being typical tourists, Blaine taking Kurt around to all the different sites.

They checked out Hollywood Boulevard, which Kurt decided was definitely sketchy and would never need to go back again "Unless of course we went to a show at The Pantages" he advised Blaine.

They walked through the Hollywood Forever Cemetery, which Kurt found fascinating, equally intrigued to hear that they showed outdoor movies there in the summer and a slasher one at Halloween "I'll go to one as long as it doesn't have vampires in it."

They went shopping at The Grove which got his seal of approval "I mean... come on... Cheesecake Factory? Seriously?"

They hiked Runyon Canyon, which Kurt liked "But really Blaine, you need a dog to truly do this right."

They went to Beverley Hills and window shopped on Rodeo Drive, and if anyone had asked Blaine, he would have secretly admitted that he could see Kurt living in Beverley Hills. It was definitely his style.

They checked out a farmers market in Brentwood and spent a day at the beach in Santa Monica, where Kurt initially raced out to run into the ocean, only to scream and head right back out as the cold water hit his legs. They rented bikes and rode down the bike path to Venice Beach for some hard core people watching, both deciding that the muscle men were seriously entertaining.

In short, they were having an amazing time together, each falling back in love with the other, but neither ready to share their feelings in words.

It was driving home that day from Santa Monica that Kurt has his epiphany. They were heading down the Boulevard; Blaine was driving with his window down and the wind blowing his hair. His sunglasses were on and he was singing, keeping beat to the music on the steering wheel, and Kurt saw it.

Blaine was happy.... Like really happy. He had NEVER seen Blaine this happy..... ever... and it wasn't just because Kurt was there, although he'd have liked to think he had something to do with it. It was because this was where Blaine needed to be. This city - this life - he was born to live here. Ohio had stifled him. New York would have swallowed him up. Los Angeles however, let Blaine breathe. It sparked his creativity and allowed him to be the artist that he always wanted to be. Kurt just sat there staring at him, watching it all play out in front of him. Blaine finally catching on that something was up asked him why he was staring.

"Because I just had this huge epiphany that you belong here, Blaine" Blaine looked over at him blankly.

"Really - this is where you need to be." he elaborated "Don't let anyone ever try and talk you out of living here Blaine. It makes you happy to be here. You are happy."

Blaine tried to look at him a few times in between watching the road, taking in what Kurt was saying.

"Don't get me wrong Kurt. I do love it here. But honestly? Before I found you again, I wasn't very happy. This town can be incredibly toxic and it was really getting to me right before I went to New York for the Gala. I'm happy now because you're back in my life. That's what is making me happy" he said looking at him now that he had stopped at a red light. "You Kurt make me happy. You make me deliriously happy!"

Light turning green, he looked back to the road as they continued their drive home. Kurt went back to looking out the window, wondering to himself how he was ever going to leave Blaine and go back to New York.