Kurt barely saw much of Blaine on Friday and Saturday night because Blaine had to work at Jericho and Kurt thought about going with Blaine and just hanging out while he worked, but decided that it might be too much. It was one thing to include Blaine's name in his daily conversations to Vin, but it was quite another to make it sound like he purposely spent all of his time with him. That wouldn't have gone over so well, nor would it help Kurt's guilt that each night, Blaine was crawling into bed with Kurt. It had only made it worse that he not only wanted Blaine there with his arms around him, but he was growing to expect it. They made the couch up every night as if Blaine were going to sleep there, but Kurt thought that his insisting upon doing so was more for Puck. He knew Puck must have known Blaine never slept there, but in Kurt's mind, the allusion was enough for him.

By Monday, both Kurt and Blaine had the day off because the theater was closed on this day. Kurt got a call from one of the schools he interviewed at and offered him a job. Blaine was in the shower when he got the call. The first thing he did was call Vin. He was so excited he was practically vibrating.

"I got it!" he squealed. "I got the job!"

"Oh my God, Kurt, Baby, that's so great! I'm so proud of you!"

"I got the one I wanted too. The Harvey Milk School."

"Oh, Kurt, I'm so happy. That's so fantastic." Vin made a sound that made Kurt's heart expand even more. "It's really happening, isn't it? Us. Our life together. We'll be starting our life together with a home and careers. How did I get so lucky to find you? I'm so proud of you and of us."

This is where Kurt started to come down from his high because he remembered that if Vin really knew what Kurt had been up to, he wouldn't be so proud. The truth was that Vin wasn't the lucky one, Kurt was. Kurt felt that he was lucky to have someone who believed in him and saw nothing, but the best despite his ignorant bliss. "We'll have to celibrate when you get here."

"Of course! Baby, I'm going to take you out to whatever restaurant you want to, we'll go dancing, and I'll make it the most romantic night you've ever had." Flashes of Blaine's graduation dinner for Kurt went through his brain for a second.

"Can't wait."

"I miss you. I wish I was there to congratulate you properly."

"I miss you too." Kurt heard the bathroom door open. "Vin, Sweetheart, I got to go."

"Okay. Thanks for telling me the great news. I'm so happy for you."

"Thank you."

"Have a great day. Celebrate. Call me later."

"I will."

"I love you."

"Love you too." Kurt hung up the phone and turned to see Blaine standing in the doorway of the living room. He was looking at Kurt.

They stood staring for a few moments because Kurt knew that Blaine heard the last part of the conversation and it made him feel guilty. He didn't know if he'd ever stop feeling guilty, but he couldn't bring himself to tell Vin the truth and he couldn't bare to let go of either one at the moment. Whatever this thing with Blaine was, it had no promises and Blaine knew where he stood, but that didn't make it any easier for Kurt because he tried and tried to not make Blaine feel strung along.

"Was that your Dad?" Blaine asked. There was a hint of hope in his voice, but both of them knew the truth.

"No."

"Vin?"

"Yes." There was a pause. "Blaine I'm-"

"You don't have to apologize. He's your boyfriend. You should tell him that you love him." Blaine lowered his head and scratched behind his ear. Kurt now noticed that Blaine was only wearing a towel and his hair was even more curly when wet. He was gorgeous. "You could have lied to me."

"I know."

"Why didn't you?"

Kurt knew the answer, but let the silence hang in the air for half a minute. "I'm already lying to one man I care about. I don't want to lie to the other." Kurt put his phone on the coffee table and walked around the couch to stand in front of Blaine. He got much too closed to him and put his hand on Blaine's water speckled shoulder. "I don't ever want to lie to you."

Blaine nodded his head. His eyes closed for only a second before looking Kurt in his eyes, but Kurt could tell that this bothered Blaine. "Okay," he said simply. They left it at that and Blaine went into Kurt's room to get dressed.

Kurt wondered how long this charade he was putting on would last. There was a side of him that wished it never began, but another side of him that thought that there was no way to avoid it happening. He would have still been at Jericho that night. He would have still fell for Vin, if only in the way he did fall for him, and he still would have developed feelings for Blaine. There was nothing he felt he could have done differently because he didn't want to hurt Vin, but didn't know how to stop what was happening between him and Blaine. He also didn't know how to tell Vin and when the time came to choose between the two, he didn't know which one to choose. If he knew for a fact which one he wanted, he felt that he would have made that decision by now.

Over breakfast, Kurt told Blaine about his job offer, that he happily took, and Blaine pretty much had the same reaction Vin did. Blaine acted overly happy for him and wanted to take Kurt out as a congratulations. There were errands that had to be run, but they settled on something simple to do in the evening because it was exactly what Kurt wanted. There was a lot of excitement lately and the simplicity of dinner and a movie was very enticing.

They took the train out of Hells Kitchen to the closest movie theater, which happened to be only be two miles from where Kurt lived. Nearby the theater, they ate at a diner and commented on how beautiful a spring evening it was. They went to a comedy and when the movie finished, Blaine couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face when he saw how peaceful and happy Kurt looked. "You're apartment is only a couple miles from here, right?"

"Mmhmm," Kurt hummed with his eyes closed and chin lifted in the air.

"Why don't we walk?"

Kurt opened his eyes and looked at Blaine almost disbelievingly. Two miles would take well over an hour, almost two, to walk, but Blaine looked so cute with his confident smile and puppy dog eyes that Kurt agreed. It was a beautiful night.

They barely made it a few more yards before Blaine dared reach over and laced his fingers in Kurt's hand. Kurt looked down at their interlocked fingers and pushed his guilt down for the moment. He could enjoy holding Blaine's hand on a walk home on a spring evening once. So he looked up to his left at Blaine and playfully swung their arms to show Blaine it was okay and that his efforts were accepted.

The walk took about an hour and forty minutes. They had taken their time, not in any rush to get back to Kurt's cramped apartment and stopped to pick up a bottle of wine. When they arrived, both were tired and Blaine went to go pour them each a glass. Kurt, plopped himself on the couch.

Blaine stopped behind the couch with a glass in each hand and saw Kurt lying down with his hands covering his face. He was tired. Neither one would say that walking home was a bad idea because it was a nice touch to the evening, but even Blaine had to admit that his feet were a little sore. He walked around the couch and put the glasses on the coffee table. Kurt removed his hands at the sound of the glasses clinking on the table and looked up at Blaine. He moved his feet so Blaine could sit, but Blaine just lifted Kurt's feet back into his lap.

He removed both of Kurt's socks and looked at him adoringly as he began to knead the tender parts of Kurt's sole. Kurt dropped his head back onto the through pillow and moaned at the touch. Blaine's fingers felt so good pressing against the ball of his foot. He gulped and moaned again. "That feels really good."

"I'm glad." Blaine dug his thumb into the tender muscle and watched Kurt's face as he moaned again. He had to admit to himself that the sounds coming out of Kurt's mouth were turning him on. If the sounds Kurt were making now were any indication of what he sounded like while in the throws of passion, Blaine was sure he could reach climax by just listening.

Kurt's phone rang and he groaned at the sound. He turned his head towards the noise on the table and plucked the phone off of it. He attempted to take his foot back so he could sit up, but Blaine playfully pulled it back in place. Kurt laughed and answered the phone without looking to see who it was. "Hello?" He asked with a chuckle in his voice.

"Baby," Vin greeted from the other end.

Kurt fought Blaine so he could sit up, but Blaine was insistent upon his game and it only made Kurt try to hold in laughter and shoot him wide eyed looks. "Hi!" He said excitedly because he couldn't manage another emotion at the time.

"You sound happy."

"I am. I'm talking to you." He gave one final shove of his foot and ended up kicking Blaine straight in the stomach. It knocked the wind out of Blaine and he let go of Kurt's foot. Kurt hurriedly stood up and crouched in front of Blaine, feeling sorry for accidentally hurting him. Are you okay? he mouthed.

Blaine nodded and Kurt walked into his bed room, trailing his freehand across Blaine's shoulders as he went past him. He finished his conversation in his room. He told Vin about the errands he and Blaine ran, the movie they saw, and their walk home on account of the beautiful night. He left out the handholding and the foot massage part. He glanced at the clock in his room and wondered where Puck was. He was almost always home by now. When the call ended, Kurt went into his closet and retrieved the linens for the couch that he was certain that would go unused again.

Kurt only saw the top of Blaine's head when he came out of his room. He dropped the linens on Blaine's lap and saw that Blaine had a book in front of his face. "What's that?" he asked.

"The book to the musical we help put on every night."

"Seriously? I didn't know you had a copy."

"I don't. One of the cast members lent it to me." Blaine looked up from the script. "Wanna read it with me? We can run the lines."

Kurt smiled. "Sure."

Blaine sat up, putting the sheets on the floor and Kurt sat close so they could share the book.

Blaine was already half way into the script and was at a scene that was run by the two romantic leads: Polly and Robert. "Um. I'll be…"

Kurt laughed. "Relax. You can be Robert. It wouldn't be the first time I read something that was meant for a female. I made my living off of singing women's songs in high school."

Blaine cleared his throat. "Where are you going?"

"Home. The others have left and I-"

"Please stay."

"What?"

"I wish you'd stay. It's such a nice night out and you are more beautiful than any star in the sky above us."

Kurt paused as the actress who played Polly on stage did for dramatic effect. "Well, I… maybe I can stay a little while longer."

"I meant it, you know."

"Meant what?"

"You. You're beautiful."

Kurt had barely seen the director's note that read: Robert kissed Polly on the cheek, before he felt the soft warmth of Blaine's lips on his face. Blaine did just as the play called for, a kiss on the cheek. It wasn't just a kiss though. It wasn't a peck or a thin lipped kiss you'd use to kiss a relative. It was a full lipped, soft kiss to Kurt's skin. He quickly turned his head and stared at Blaine in shock.

Blaine swallowed hard and his eyes bore into Kurt's, searching for a sign that what he did was somehow okay. Both of their hearts were racing and their breathing was heavy, but it wasn't long before Kurt leaned forward and pressed his lips to Blaine's hard.

Blaine accepted the kiss instantly because it was everything he'd wanted since the day he met Kurt. Kurt was still pushing his weight forward. One of Blaine's hands sprung to Kurt's cheek and the other was helping him scoot back on the couch. Kurt moved with him and ended up lying on top of Blaine. They continued to kiss each other fervently like it was their life source. Their legs entwined with each other and Blaine pulled Kurt closer, closer, closer.

Kurt mewled under Blaine's touch and kisses. He tasted like the wine he had just drank and Kurt was positive that he was becoming drunk off Blaine's kisses. Blaine's lips were full and soft and his tongue was gentle and inviting. The smell of his cologne wafted into his nostrils and it was just one more thing that was setting his body on fire. Blaine felt so good beneath him and his roaming hand stroking up and down Kurt's back, which then pulled Kurt harder to him. The way Blaine's lips moved against Kurt's was making it harder to want to stop. Kurt didn't want to stop. He wanted to keep kissing Blaine. He wanted the feeling of his lips on Blaine's and wanted Blaine's hands all over him.

The sound of keys in a door lock registered in Kurt's head and it brought him back to reality. A reality where he still had a boyfriend, who was in Vermont pining for him and a reality where he had officially become a cheater. He bolted up off the couch and Blaine. Kurt stared down at Blaine with his hand over is kiss swollen lips. Kurt looked terrified and just so scared at what he'd done.

Blaine sat up quickly, looking at Kurt with an expression that was trying to make him feel like they'd done nothing wrong, even though they'd done a big wrong. The apartment door opened. Blaine began to plead, seeing Kurt's face and body. He was visibly shutting himself down. "Kurt, I'm-"

"I'm sorry," Kurt choked out and ran into his room, shutting the door loudly behind him. Blaine just stared at the shut door from over his shoulder.

Puck walked into the living room and surveyed the scene. "Everything okay?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah, Puck. Everything's fine."

The way Blaine didn't stop looking at Kurt's door and the tone in his voice told Puck that everything wasn't fine, but he didn't want to pry so he just went about his business.

Kurt didn't come out of his room. Blaine tried to knock on Kurt's door, but Kurt didn't answer, so he left him alone. Instead he went back to the couch and started to spread the blankets and sheets over the couch the way he and Kurt did every other night. It was the first night since Blaine arrived that he made the couch up as a bed alone and actually slept in it.