He knew the answer. Yes, he would have. And he wouldn’t have regretted it. But he wasn’t sure if that was what was right for them. If there was a them.

He woke up early and made a big breakfast for Quinn. As he was frying bacon, her favorite, he heard a soft rapping on the door to the back garden. He smiled when he saw Blaine’s face grinning at him through the glass.

“Morning, Blaine,” he said as he unlocked the door.

“Good morning to you, Kurt.” He tilted his head up to Kurt as he stepped into kitchen, eagerly awaiting a kiss. Kurt obliged him, holding his face in his hands and giving him a light, lingering kiss. “Is Quinn still asleep?”

“Yes, she had a long day yesterday. Long week, actually.” Kurt returned to the stove and picked up a pair of tongs to turn the bacon.

“Did she tell you anything else about what happened?” Blaine hopped onto the counter near the stove, stealing an already cooked piece and eating it.

“Not really. Rachel gave her only an hour to pack before she wanted her out. She stayed in a hotel before deciding to come here. That’s about it.” The tea kettle whistled and Kurt poured the water into three mugs before retrieving the tin of teabags. “What kind of tea do you want?”

“Earl Grey, if you have it,” Blaine said, stealing another piece of bacon.

Kurt plopped an Earl Grey teabag into one of the mugs before selecting green tea for himself and Quinn. Setting the tea aside to steep, he leaned against the counter facing Blaine. “I’m sorry, I’m still processing last night.”

“What part?” Blaine asked shyly.

Kurt sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Honestly, everything. Quinn, Rachel, you. Kissing you. What could have happened if Quinn hadn’t been here.”

Blaine chewed on his bottom lip. “What do you think would have happened?”

Kurt stood in front of him, between his knees. “I think we would have kissed more. Then I would have asked you to come upstairs. I think you would have said yes,” he said, placing a kiss on Blaine’s throat. Blaine’s arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close.

“Mmm... I would have,” Blaine said as Kurt kissed a line up his neck to his jaw.

“If you burn my bacon, you will feel my wrath, Kurt.”

Quinn stood in the doorway to the kitchen in sweats and a big sweater despite how hot it was. Blaine’s head dropped as he chuckled. Kurt plopped a kiss on top of Blaine head before returning his focus to the bacon.

“Yes, Queen Fabray.”

They ate their breakfast together and got Quinn settled in what would have been a guest room. That afternoon, while Quinn was napping, Kurt and Blaine found themselves kissing on his workroom floor. They had been assembling a large table for cutting fabric but making out proved to be much more interesting.

Blaine was straddling his waist, his hands groping at Kurt’s torso under his shirt. He nipped at the skin under Blaine’s chin before lightly sucking on his Adam’s Apple. Blaine groaned, rolling his hips against Kurt’s. Kurt pressed his pelvis up to meet Blaine’s, his fingers tangled in his loose, sweaty curls. As much as he was enjoying this, the wooden floor was not very comfortable.

“Blaine,” Kurt panted against his neck. “I have a bed that would be much more suited for this than the floor.”

Blaine sat up, gazing down at Kurt through his thick lashes and licked his lips. “That sounds better. And it would be easier on my knees.” He stood up, pulling Kurt with him. They tiptoed down the hall, past Quinn’s room and up the stairs to the third floor where Kurt had set up his bedroom.

They both quickly shed their shirts and Blaine pushed Kurt onto the mattress. He straddled him again, pulling Kurt into another kiss. Kurt’s tongue ran along Blaine’s bottom lip before gently biting it. He rocked his hips slowly against Blaine’s ass, sliding his hands under the waistband of his shorts.

“Blaine, are you not wearing any underwear?” Kurt whispered in his ear. Blaine smirked and nodded. Kurt groaned, “Is that a normal thing for you?”

Blaine shrugged, sucking on the skin below Kurt’s ear. “I only wear underwear when I’m working.”

Kurt trailed his fingertips down Blaine’s chest, past his navel to the button fly of his shorts. He flicked the top one out of it’s hole, circling his finger lightly. Blaine’s mouth dragged down Kurt’s neck to his clavicle. Kurt fumbled with the rest of the buttons on Blaine’s shorts and drew his cock into his hands. Blaine moaned into his shoulder, nipping at his skin.

“Fuck, Kurt,” Blaine breathed. He returned to Kurt’s mouth for another kiss, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth. Kurt’s back arched, groin pressing up into Blaine’s. Blaine sat up, pulling Kurt’s hands away from his cock, braced his hands on Kurt’s abdomen and circled his hips. Kurt hands flew back to his hips, gripping them tightly. Blaine’s hips stilled and he slid down Kurt’s legs, tugging the zipper of his work pants down.