After work, there was a unexpected down poor of rain by the time Kurt and Blaine made it to the subway station. They had hoped that it'd be over by the time they got off at their stop, but it wasn't. Everything was soaking wet and seeing was clearly a problem for a lot of drivers. Kurt only lived two blocks away from the subway station and for the first time ever, it seemed that no taxis were in sight unless they were whizzing by at a lightning speed that was much too fast for the slick roads. Blaine said that they should just suck it up and make a run for it. "Who knows how long we'd be waiting for it to stop," he said. "It's only rain."

Kurt was worried about ruining his silk shirt that he stupidly wore to work that night. Blaine was right. It was only water. "Fine," he agreed. They took off running and Blaine was clearly enjoying this much more than Kurt.

By the time they got back to the apartment, both men were soaked and dripping wet. "Ugh!" Kurt groaned, unhappy with the feeling of wet clothes clinging to his body. I need to wash the gross city rain off my hair and skin. I'm going to take shower number two for the day."

Blaine peeled his shirt and undershirt off, followed by toeing his shoes off and straining to pull his dress socks off. "You do that. I have dibs on the shower after you."

Kurt went into the bathroom and seconds later, the sound of running water was heard. Blaine's cell phone started ringing and Blaine was extremely thankful that there wasn't water damage to his phone. He didn't recognize the number that flashed across the screen. "Hello?" he asked.

"Hey, Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"Hi! Blaine, this is Vin."

Blaine made a face. "Hi. How did you get my number?"

"I hope it's okay, but I stole it from Kurt's phone. I didn't know if I'd ever need to talk to you or get a hold of Kurt when he was with you and his phone wasn't working. Wow, that sounds obsessive. Sorry. Um. Is Kurt with you now?"

"He's in the shower. We just got back from work. Why? Is his phone not working? We got caught in a down pour."

"No. I wanted to talk to you actually."

"Oh? Um. Okay. What's up?" Blaine tucked the phone between his ear and shoulder while he picked up his wet clothes and brought them into Kurt's room. He dumped them in his laundry bag.

"Well, my mom's having a birthday party. A surprise party actually. I invited Kurt and he said he'd go, but I can tell that he doesn't really want to go. I mean, he did say that he didn't feel comfortable, but I guess I just wanted your opinion because you're his friend. Do you think it was right of me to insist that he goes with me or should I just let him make his own decision and be happy with it?"

"Uh…" Blaine stepped out of Kurt's room and glanced over toward the bathroom door. He didn't know what to say. "I don't know if I'm really the person you should be talking to about this."

"I don't know who else to talk to."

"You really should be talking to Kurt."

"That's the problem. I know he's just agreeing to go because he thinks it would make me happy."

"Wouldn't it?"

"Yes, but- I don't know. I want him to be comfortable."

"Then don't make him go." Blaine felt bad saying it because he secretly wanted Kurt not to go, but he felt it was wrong to alienate Vin that way. He was already making out with his boyfriend behind his back. He wanted Kurt to be his, but he wanted Kurt to choose him because he wanted Blaine and not because Blaine weaseled his way into Vin's head. "Look, Vin. Just do what you think it right. If it really means that much to you that he's there, then make him understand, but if it means more to you that he make his own choice based on his own feelings, then tell him that. You just have to talk to him."

"You're right. Thank you. I don't know what I was thinking."

"It's fine. Don't worry about it."

"Okay. I'll call him later." They both said their goodbyes and hung up.

Blaine debated whether or not to tell Kurt that Vin had called him. Part of him thought he should, but there was a part of him that didn't want to help the situation because the more problems that Kurt and Vin had, the more likely Kurt would be to choose Blaine. In the end, there wasn't even a question as to what Blaine should do. He was Kurt's friend first and foremost and knew that if he had any hope of winning Kurt's heart it was better to be the person he really was and not the game player that he was tempted to be.

Kurt came out of the bathroom in his white robe, towel drying his hair as he walked. "Vin called," Blaine said as he flipped through a magazine on the coffee table. He was now sitting in a towel because he discarded his wet pants and boxers.

"You answered my phone?" Kurt asked curiously. He didn't sound mad at the idea, he just thought it was odd.

"No. He called me."

Kurt looked startled; like their affair had been found out. "He did?"

Blaine looked up from the magazine and turned around on the couch to face Kurt. "Yeah. He wanted some advice on what he should do about you going to his mother's party."

Kurt sighed in relief and the color returned to his face. Oh thank God, he thought. "What did you tell him?"

"I told him that he should talk to you about it and tell you how he really feels. He doesn't want you to be uncomfortable, but he really wants you there. I said that he should do what he thinks is right."

"You said that?"

"Yeah. Was that okay?"

Kurt's eyebrows lifted. "Yeah. That was… wow, I hadn't expected you to do that."

"Do what?"

"Try to help."

Blaine scrunched his face, which Kurt thought was adorable. He got up and went over to Kurt. He held his hands. "Honestly, I thought about not helping, but then I also thought about how your life isn't a game. If you choose me, I want you to choose me with no regrets and because I'm who you want. If you chose the person who was conniving and secretive then that wouldn't be fair to you or Vin."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Anything."

"Would it bother you if I went?"

"No." Yes.

"Not at all?"

Blaine bit down on his tongue. No secrets. No games, he reminded himself. "A little." He shrugged. "But it's only because I want you to be with me. Playing house with him and his family makes me think that you're slipping away from me."

"It has nothing to do with the fact that I'll be somewhere else with someone else?"

"If it were someone other than Vin, I'd be pissed. I'm not going to lie about that. But I know you never would have pictured cheating on one person, never mind going out and finding yet another person. You and me…It just sort of happened and now you don't know what you want. That's okay. You and me are sort of operating on 'what Vin doesn't know won't hurt him.' I know we've never said that out loud, but that's what we're doing, right? Thinking about you with Vin makes me jealous. I'll admit that, but when I say that I'm willing to wait for you to make a choice, this is the sort of thing that I have to take along with it. What's that saying?" He snapped his fingers while he tried to pull up a phrase he once heard. "With the sweets, comes the spoils? Well, the sweet part is that I get to be here with you." He kissed Kurt softly on the lips. "And I get to do that. The spoil part is that I have to accept that you have to pretend with Vin that there's nothing out of the ordinary, whatever that entails." He tried not to picture Kurt and Vin being intimate.

"I don't deserve you." Kurt kissed Blaine's forehead and embraced him. "Either of you."

"Yes you do."

"I don't feel like I do. Where has this gotten me? I'm cheating on a guy who has done nothing wrong and lying to him. And I'm having an affair with you. You're patiently waiting while I continue to not give you want you want."

"Kurt, waiting isn't that hard. You're not lying to me. You're being completely honest and it's only been like a week and a half. Besides, while I'm waiting, we're having fun. I got to take you out on a date this week, and see you at work, and share you're bed," he leaned in slowly while he lowered his voice a little, "and kiss you." Kurt kissed Blaine back with parted lips, touching his tongue to Blaine's smooth lips. "So don't worry about me." He kissed him again. "I'm going to go take a shower."

Kurt's eyes followed Blaine's half naked body as he strutted to the bathroom. Blaine smiled over his shoulder when he saw Kurt's eyes watching him walk away. He always felt a twinge of sex appeal whenever he caught Kurt starring. It made him happy to think that Kurt liked what he saw… or didn't see because he was certainly liking what he saw when he looked back at Kurt.

His eyes, his hair, his silken skin, it all appealed to Blaine in a way that made him want to do nothing, but touch Kurt constantly. Everything screamed soft to Blaine.

When he finished in the shower, he found himself a little more than a bit turned on and thought that maybe he should give Kurt some space while he tried to cool off. But when he came out of Kurt's bedroom, dressed in just his pajama pants, he saw Kurt in the kitchen readying a cup of tea. He knew tea meant that Kurt was stressed. Blaine went up behind Kurt and wrapped his arms around him. One hand across his stomach and the other angled up over his chest. His chin rested on Kurt's shoulder. "Lemon?" he asked absently.

"Mmm," Kurt answered to mean yes and covered one of Blaine's hands with his own, as if hugging him back.

"You stress too much."

"I have reason to."

There was silence and Blaine felt his skin begin to tingle as a shiver ran down his spine. He thought for a second. Kurt is so warm. He wanted to help him de-stress. A thought crossed his mind and decided to see if his offer would be welcomed. He began to slide the hand on his stomach down lower. "Why don't I help you get rid of some of that stress?" Lower and lower his hand went until he was cupping Kurt's bulge, which he found was already becoming half hard, and he realized that perhaps Kurt was sexually frustrated and that was adding to his stress.

Kurt put both hands on the counter and exhaled a breath he didn't know he was holding. His eyes shut. The feeling of pressure on his growing member was both soothing and making him more anxious. Blaine silently kneaded his hand on Kurt's groin while holding him close with the other. Kurt sucked in another breath and released it. "Th-that feels good," he whispered.

Blaine hesitantly and cautiously slid his hand into Kurt's cotton pants and into his briefs. He splayed his fingers out, feeling every bit of Kurt before encircling his fingers around the base of his cock. The touch made Kurt moan the tiniest of moans and Blaine took that as permission to start pumping his fist. He started slow, not rushing Kurt through this. It was a delicate situation and deserved an equally gentle start.

He loved the way Kurt felt. His skin was even softer than he imagined and he could feel Kurt's heart beat under his hand and he could hear is when he curled his head to rest between Kurt's shoulder blades.

Kurt's heart was beating hard, thudding inside his ribs. One of his hands shot back to the one Blaine had holding onto his chest. He breathed harder as Blaine jerked him back and forth, adding more pressure to the head as he went along. He couldn't help the little roll his hips made into Blaine's fist and upon moving his hips back, he felt Blaine's erect cock against him, inside its own clothed prison. He heard Blaine gasp and then pushed his hips forward gently against Kurt's ass.

He rolled his hips, grinding against Kurt, all the while causing Kurt to thrust forward into Blaine's hand. Kurt moaned while Blaine followed with a straggled "Ahng," sound. Roll. Thrust. Roll. Thrust. They had a rhythm going as both of their stomachs began to tighten. Their breathing was labored and Blaine picked up his speed when he felt Kurt's hips snap back with more force.

Minutes later, Kurt was completely pressed against the side of the counter and sandwiched between it and Blaine, moaning loudly and often. Blaine was grinding against Kurt in unison with his hand being thrust into by Kurt and moaning just as loudly, reveling in the feeling of Kurt and the sound of his voice. It wasn't much longer before they were both panting as their orgasms climaxed and dampened their clothes.

Blaine pumped Kurt gently through his orgasm and slipped his hand out of Kurt's pants when Kurt's dick stopped throbbing. He wanted to hug Kurt completely while they came off their high, but his hand had Kurt's semen on it and he didn't want to get Kurt any more messy. Kurt was still holding Blaine's other hand very tightly over his chest from before they started. He dropped his head down and rested his lips against their tangled fingers. They stayed that way for another minute or two, neither one wanting the moment to end. But end it did and both changed their clothes and Blaine washed his hands. They reconvened on the couch with Kurt cuddled close to Blaine's chest as they watched television, not saying anything to each other, but exchanging glances, and smiles, and the occasional kiss.

An hour later, Kurt's phone rang. He thought to let it go to voicemail because he was happy where he was, but he looked up at Blaine. Blaine smiled. "Are you going to get that?" he asked. "It's probably Vin."

"Are you sure?" It was strange for Kurt to ask permission, but he felt this was Blaine's time because they just shared something special.

"Yeah. Answer it," Blaine urged with a smile. He was happy and content in this moment. Even Kurt talking to Vin, couldn't ruin his mood right now.

Kurt quickly kissed Blaine on the lips and snatched his phone off the coffee table in front of him. "Hello?" he asked.

"Hey," Vin's voice came cautiously.

Kurt got up off Blaine and went to sit in the kitchen, so Blaine could watch TV in peace. "Is everything okay? You sound sad."

"Yeah. I'm just in a mood I guess. I wanted to talk to you about how you said you'd come to my mom's party."

"Okay."

"Look, I thought about it and I don't want you there if you're going to be uncomfortable at all. I shouldn't make you do something you don't want to do."

"But I thought you wanted me to be there to support you? Vin, if you want me to support you, I will."

"But you don't feel comfortable doing it."

"It's not that. I just don't feel comfortable with the timing. People who don't embrace the gay don't make me uncomfortable. It's that you wanted to make this point on her day. If you want me there, I will be."

"Well, I changed my mind. You were right. Her birthday is not a day to be making a point. What if you came over some other time? You can meet some more of my friends and have dinner or something with me and my family."

Kurt took a second and thought. "When?" he asked.

"Anytime. Um… two weeks? That'll put us at one month and one week since we'd last seen each other."

He heard Blaine's phone ring in the other room and he turned his head toward the sound. "Oh. Um. Okay. Sure. I'll, um. I'll talk to Sterling and see what we can do for scheduling."

"Great!" Kurt could hear Vin's smile in his voice. "Oh, Kurt I'm so happy."

"Me too." Kurt wasn't actually all that happy. He was feeling guilty again. He officially hooked up with Blaine and less than an hour and a half later, he was making plans with his boyfriend, who was clueless as to what he was up to. He felt awful. "Thanks for being understanding about your mom's party."

"It's nothing. You were right anyway."

"Are they really that bad?"

"You have no idea. You're dad is a saint compared to my parents."

"My dad is a saint anyway. He's the head of the civil rights, congress crusade," Kurt laughed.

"Yeah, well my parents aren't even close to that. They spare no moment to tell me I'm going to burn in unholy damnation for my homosexual thoughts and actions. Honestly, I can't help it if I like thinking about you being naked and then seeing my thoughts come to fruition," Vin laughed back.

Kurt yawned. "Okay. I have to go." Vin talking about thinking about naked Kurt only made Kurt feel worse. "I'll call you tomorrow."

"Okay. Love you."

Kurt smiled a little. "I love you too." He ended the call and stared off into nothingness while he thought about that. I love you too. Vin was willing to give up something he really wanted to make Kurt happy. He took a deep breath and suddenly knew what he had to do. It came to him like an epiphany and while he wasn't sure if he completely backed that choice, but it was the right one. It had to be.

Kurt went back into the living room and sat next to Blaine. "That was Nick," Blaine said with a smile. "He said that the house is fixed and we can move back in tomorrow."

"That's great," Kurt said. "What about your stuff?"

"Insurance will cover the expense of all my instruments and electronics, which is awesome. The orchestra director helped me out with that because he claimed that since I'm a musician, my instruments are a means to work and my lively hood. God I'm so glad I got that job."

"That's really great, Blaine."

"Yeah. So, I guess this is my last night." His smile fell a little.

"Then we should make the most of it."

Blaine gave Kurt a look. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm tired and we should go to bed. It is your last night here. We only get one more night to wake up to each other."

Blaine smiled again. "We'll see about that."

Kurt curled up with Blaine in bed and couldn't stop himself from thinking and hoping that he was making the right choice.