"I am not stomaching alcohol." Blaine says as firmly as he can manage. He is still attached to Kurt as best as he can be, though now they are on the couch in the living room. Though he is much chirpier than he had been before his couple of hours asleep, he isn't well, either.

"I'm not going to drink either." Kurt agrees, knowing that he can't monitor Blaine without being sober.

"The old ladies aren't drinking, what a surprise." Santana teases, though she offers them something else to drink and Kurt accepts a diet coke. Blaine decides that it involves too much movement away from Kurt to sit up enough to consume anything.

"You aren't dressed like a lady today, though, Kurt," Brittany says brightly. Kurt looks down at his outfit, noting that no, he isn't. He can't get mad at Brittany about that kind of a statement though, of all people. He redressed into a pair of Blaine's sweatpants and a t-shirt, knowing he wouldn't be going anywhere. Blaine is dressed similarly, though no one comments that way to him.

"Take it as a compliment that I'm comfortable enough to dress like this in front of you instead of like that." Kurt responds. "Hey, Sebastian," he says, "did you drug Blaine at lunch today or what?" he is teasing, just part of the usual Friday night witty banter. They always had something to say to one another of the sort.

"I swear I did nothing of the sort, Scout's honour," Sebastian replies, "and if I had, wouldn't I just be doing you a favour, Porcelain?" Kurt shivers internally at the use of the nickname, partially because there was no way Sebastian could have known about that.

"As flattered as I am that you think it's your personal mission to ensure that I'm getting some, Blaine and I can manage perfectly fine without your help." Kurt says. Blaine makes a noise that resembles agreement. "How is your sex life going?"

"Perfectly well, thank you. I imagine while you two are baking cookies or whatever it is you do, I'll be in bed with some guy I haven't even met yet." Sebastian says with a shrug.

"Please don't let Blaine into the kitchen tonight," Santana says, "though I wouldn't object to some of your cookies."

They wrap up their weekly party earlier than usual, Santana volunteering to head to Brittany's so that Blaine can get to bed early without them making too much noise, Sebastian heading off to his usual haunt, and Blaine being practically asleep on Kurt.

"Blaine, baby?" Kurt asks gently, and Blaine snaps himself back into awareness, "We should really eat something for dinner." Blaine agrees and they settle on Chinese food, deciding that it is best that they get it delivered and Kurt can keep Blaine awake while the food comes. "Are you even that tired?" Kurt asks, still unsure what spurred everything on.

"I don't know," Blaine answers, "I'm just not all here today. I don't even remember half of what I'm saying."

"That's okay. You don't have to keep it together all the time."

"I feel like I've probably been part of a lot of really serious conversations today that I haven't been able to recall."

"If it helps, the most serious thing I think you've said to me was that we were naked. Which we were."

"Mm. It was nice." Blaine smiles fondly at the memory, as though it was months ago instead of just a few hours.

"It was..."

"Kurt," Blaine whispers, "we have the apartment to ourselves."

"I know." Kurt clears away their dinner plates and turns to find Blaine standing as close to the kitchen as possible without actually being in the kitchen, and Kurt wonders if he had absorbed what Santana had said. When Kurt has their plates tended to, Blaine takes his hand and leads him back to the bedroom where they had spent most of the afternoon.

"I'm thinking, Kurt, that since we already took a bath together, it isn't as big a deal to take our clothes off in front of each other, right?" Blaine says.

"Right," Kurt says, though he feels as if Blaine is almost too alert now, "Can you just give me two seconds to call Rachel and tell her I'm not going to be home?" Kurt excuses, slipping from the room. He calls her and talks quietly, making sure she knows the absolute minimum she needs to know about his whereabouts. Any more details and they would just be tempting her to visit and join in. "Okay," Kurt says, smiling at Blaine as he re-enters.

Blaine smiles back and takes off his t-shirt, dropping it on the floor before crossing the room to Kurt. He kisses him, and lifts the bottom of Kurt's shirt up. Kurt complies and lifts his arms, allowing Blaine to pull the t-shirt over his head and drop it to the floor too. Blaine kisses softly down Kurt's neck and his shoulders before making his way back to Kurt's lips. Kurt tangles his fingers in Blaine's hair, his curls still as free as Kurt had ever seen them. Blaine makes quick work with taking his own pants off, and then Kurt's. The full reality of the situation hits Kurt.

They are naked. Together. Kissing. And their bodies are incredibly close to one another.

"Kurt," Blaine says, snapping Kurt from his thoughts, "do you want to go to bed now, or...?"

Kurt kisses Blaine again and says, "I'd like to continue how we're going."

"We don't have anything left to take off."

"I know."

Blaine blushes. It seems to have hit him too. "Oh," he says, "okay." They make their way to the bed and climb on top of the covers, and Kurt straddles Blaine, unsure where the sudden wave of confidence had come from. Kurt leans down and kisses him, long and lazy. They had all the time in the world. "You love me," Blaine says looking directly up into Kurt's eyes when they break apart, "you said so."

Kurt blushes. He remembers saying it, but he wasn't anticipating Blaine being able to remember it in the morning, that the whole afternoon that stretched into evening would be a blur to him. "I did. I do." He says.

"I love you." Blaine says.

"I love you too." Kurt looks down at Blaine who is still very, very naked, and simply smiles.

"Um, Kurt? No pressure or anything, and it's totally okay if you changed your mind, but could we-"

"Right, sorry. Of course." Kurt kisses him again and begins to move slowly, delighting in the feeling of their cocks aligned and sliding past each other, providing the friction they so desired. Blaine moans, and Kurt muffles the sound with his own mouth. Kurt kisses down Blaine's torso, revelling in all the new sensations. They had so much more time to fully explore each other, but for now Kurt wanted to catalogue as many details as he could for later. He experimentally flicks his tongue across one of Blaine's nipples, eliciting a soft whimper from him. He continues his way down, across Blaine's toned abs, and takes his cock in his hand, stroking it gently. "Can I... blow you?" Kurt asks, trying out the terminology for fit.

"God, yes," Blaine says, and Kurt smiles. He kisses the base of Blaine's cock and then takes him in, beginning to move slowly over the head. He knows he is hugely inexperienced, but Blaine doesn't seem to mind, so he figures he is doing something right. "Kurt," Blaine says firmly in warning, and Kurt moves up the bed to kiss Blaine, keeping up the steady rhythm he had set with his hand. Blaine comes over Kurt's hand, Blaine moaning into his mouth. Blaine soon takes Kurt's cock into his hand, and it isn't long until he has come too, their lips sliding past each other the whole time.

"Isn't that Santana's cue?" Kurt teases, after catching his breath for a moment.

"I bet she's running here from Brittany's now, what with her lesbian ninja supersonic Blaine detection powers." Blaine reaches for the tissues on his nightstand and begins to get cleaned up, offering the box to Kurt to let him do the same. He moves into Kurt and snuggles close. "I don't know how you want to classify sex," Blaine says, "because that counted, as far as I care..."

"For me, too. For Sebastian... probably not. But what does he matter, anyway?"

"Exactly. I really do think you're beautiful, you know. I always have."

"I do. And I know I hadn't said it yet, but I've loved you for a lot longer than just today." Kurt admits.

"I know. I always knew, Kurt."

"Blaine? Can I tell you something?"

"Of course. We're lovers." Blaine says, fluttering his eyelashes at his boyfriend.

"I've always been a little worried that once we started doing this it would be all we did. So can we still keep all the other stuff?"

"Definitely. This was great, but there is so much other amazing stuff about you that spending the rest of our time just like this would be disappointing, really. Though I would oblige, for you."

"Ever the romantic." Kurt teases.

"But really, now that we've done this stuff once, it doesn't mean there's any rush to do it again." Blaine says, and he genuinely believes that statement.

That is, until the next morning.

Blaine wakes up to find he became the little spoon somewhere during the night and that Kurt's cock is hard against his ass. With his boyfriend still seemingly asleep, he dropped his hand down behind him and began to stroke Kurt softly, until it was clear that Kurt was awake. They shower together, with hands roaming freely as though they had never seen another person before. They get dressed for the day in silence, but every so often they look over at each other and smile, and do the same again as they do their hair side by side. "Breakfast?" Blaine asks, and Kurt responds with a kiss.

They find that Santana and Brittany are sitting on one side of the table with breakfast set out, coffees and pastries with more than enough for two. "Ah, my baby gays. Sit down." Santana greets. Blaine and Kurt oblige, sitting next to each other. She encourages them to help themselves to food, and they do. Then Santana places her laptop onto the table and looks over the top at them. "I thought it would be fun to read daily horoscopes, while you're eating," she explains, "what are we all? Aries, Capricorn, Gemini?" she looks around the table, but doesn't really give anyone enough time to answer. "Is anyone here a virgin?" Blaine looks at Kurt adoringly, and she doesn't miss it. "Called it." Santana says, and closes the laptop. She never planned on reading horoscopes anyway.

"I'm a Taurus," Brittany contributes.

"Sorry that I didn't have any party poppers this morning; I used my last on a false alarm. You two really did a lot of sleeping together without sleeping together, you know? By the way, we totally heard you in the shower." Blaine and Kurt both blush furiously and stare down at their pastries. "The only thing more awkward than this would be if I were your moms, right?" Santana says, and clears away her plate. Brittany follows and soon the two of them are gone, leaving Kurt and Blaine together, eating silently.

"Well, she was the first to know, like she always thought." Blaine says. Kurt laughs, even if just to lighten some of the mood.

"And now she tells half of New York?" Kurt guesses.

"You should know Tana by now- she never does anything by halves."

Blaine walks Kurt home after dinner together, and kisses him in the hallway outside his apartment. "Now's the time when I invite you in, right?" Kurt says with a half smile.

"Thanks, but I should get home. I'm just getting over one of those twenty-four hour flu type things, and it's probably best if I just go to bed." Blaine replies.

"You could sleep here, you know. I didn't plan on keeping you up all night."

"Good night, Kurt," Blaine says, and kisses Kurt again, "sweet dreams." Kurt hardly has a chance to reply before Blaine is gone.

Blaine A. I forgot to mention that I love you.

Kurt H. That's okay. Love you too 3

Blaine A. I'll see you at work on Monday?

Kurt H. Yeah. Go to sleep B, you need it.

Blaine A. I'm in bed, calm down. It feels empty without you.

Kurt H. See, you should have just stayed at my place. Xx

Blaine A. I'm going to learn from this experience. I just wanted last night to be completely intact.

Kurt H. And it wouldn't be otherwise?

Blaine A. Just leave a boy alone to let him do some daydreaming and missing, okay? Xo

Kurt H. Ok. Night, Blaine. I love you xxx

Blaine A. Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

"Mister Smythe!" Quinn greets as she sees Sebastian enter the lobby, where she would never admit to have been sitting for at least ten minutes, hoping that he would be showing up.

She had noticed that Kurt and Blaine had changed since Blaine had gone home sick on Friday afternoon, and it was only Tuesday. If she had thought they were in a honeymoon phase before, then she was sorely wrong. It was obvious that it was with great difficulty that they kept the public affection to a minimum; in the way their hands brushed but never clasped one another as they walked, and then knitted together as soon as they left the building; in the way they smiled at one another and their eyes flickered to the others lips before they looked back at their eyes. And the adoring looks, the heart eyes they give one another, could be seen from space.

Sebastian waves his hand lightly and crosses the room- because he isn't there to see her, and is only concerned as to what she has to say. "I just thought I would ask about how things were going, with the Kurt and Blaine situation?" Quinn says. Sebastian shrugs.

"I haven't really made any progress. Do you really think that it's a good idea to-?"

"Yes, of course. You have to at least try. We have this plan solid, Sebastian, it will work, trust me." Quinn pushes Sebastian towards the elevators and presses the button. "Who are you taking out today?"

"Um, Kurt, today. Blaine really wants us to get along better, and I think it could work if-"

"Oh, Blaine is endorsing this! How great! That is super helpful, Sebastian. I hope he falls head over heels for you so you can break his heart." The elevator dings and they step inside. Quinn swipes her card and presses the button. When they arrive at the floor, Quinn smiles quickly and hurries off towards her office, to make it seem less suspicious that she was with Sebastian. Thankfully, Ava doesn't seem to notice as Sebastian walks down towards Kurt and Blaine's office. He knocks twice and lets himself in, as the pair spring apart.

"Were you two just...?" Sebastian asks, and Blaine clears his throat.

"No, of course not, that would be completely unprofessional..." Blaine says.

"Totally unprofessional..." Kurt echoes, "We have so much work to do, we don't even have any time to talk, let alone, um, kiss..."

"Shut up, guys, your secret's safe with me and you aren't fooling anyone. Now if you don't mind, Blaine, I'm going to borrow your boyfriend for lunch."

"Have fun." Blaine says, as Kurt and Sebastian leave together, and he returns to his desk. He had a deadline to meet, after all.

They walk in silence to the elevator. When the doors are safely shut and they're by themselves, Sebastian says, "I don't hate you."

"I'm flattered," Kurt replies, rolling his eyes, "look, I'm glad that you're doing this for Blaine, but you don't have to like me, alright? I can live with you ignoring me for life."

"I mean, it, Kurt." The doors open and they walk out together.

"Where are we going?" Kurt asks, following Sebastian's lead.

"You'll see." They walk for a few blocks until they reach a bar which is obviously closed at lunch time, and Sebastian unlocks the door and holds it open for Kurt. He steps inside and walks slowly deeper into the eerily empty building. "Too private?" Sebastian asks, but Kurt shakes his head, "good, it needs to be... quiet." He locks the door again and walks quickly so he has passed Kurt, leading him to a table with two plates set up. Kurt sits down, unsure what to do with the situation. Sebastian sits across from him, and sighs. "Okay. Now what? Blaine and Santana didn't tell me what I should do once I had taken you out for lunch."

"We talk, you would think. Better than sitting in total silence." Kurt reasons.

"Right, of course. We don't really have that much in common though, right? Just Blaine and Glee Club?"

"I don't know, because you won't have a proper conversation with me to find out."

"That's why we're here, okay? So you were one of the New Directions? Did any of you ever pick up that it sounds like Nude Erections or what?" Sebastian asks. Kurt laughs.

"We all knew that it did, but no one had the heart to tell our supervising teacher. Did the Warblers even have a supervising teacher?" he teases.

"Strictly speaking, yes, but they didn't do anything. But the Warblers loved their council and wouldn't have had it any other way."

"How about solo opportunities?"

"They usually got handed to Blaine on a silver platter as the 'lead soloist', and then they sometimes made room for one of us others to have one, after going through a very strict audition process." Sebastian explains. He is surprisingly pleased with how their conversation is going.

"Blaine hardly ever sings for me. It's really a shame, when he was so good back in high school... he can't have just lost that."

"He hasn't. You should have heard him at the last Warbler reunion. We competed against you a couple of times, right?"

"Yeah. I had kind of a crush on Blaine, which seems crazy now..."

"Kurt," Sebastian says, "did you ever hear one of my competition solos?"

"No, why?"

"Because you're getting one now." Before Kurt can protest, Sebastian has jumped up on the stage- which he hadn't even noticed was there- and loads a track on an iPod attached to the sound system.

"In the back of a taxicab, one quick turn you were on my lap, we touched hands and we pulled them back yeah, I want you bad," Sebastian began, and Kurt wonders what he is even doing. It seems to be so much more than singing.

"and even though it should be so wrong, I can't help but feel this strong, 'cause, the way you turn me on, like a light switch, I might just go crazy, 'cause you're my best friend's baby, but you got me thinking maybe, just maybe, I don't know what to do." Kurt quirks an eyebrow at Sebastian, because those lyrics are a little bit too similar to their situation.

"I'm in love with someone else's girl, you rock my world, but you're the one that I can't have, girl, I want you bad. In my crazy mind I'm with you all the time, but you're the best I never had, girl, I want you bad." Kurt leaves his seat and steps up onto the stage, much to Sebastian's confusion. He picks up the iPod, and cuts the song.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asks.

"I was just singing. I didn't think it was that bad." Sebastian says, with a roll of his eyes.

"You know what I mean. You don't plan elaborately like this for any reason. You don't find a song to sing about being in love with your best friend's girlfriend to sing to your best friend's boyfriend without having some kind of thought process behind it. This has nothing to do with me, does it?" Kurt states, knowing that, after weeks and weeks of being treated so coldly by Sebastian, he couldn't be in love with him. Besides, Kurt had been told Sebastian's soulmate story already.

Sebastian shakes his head. "No. Can you maybe... not bring this up with Blaine?"

"Fine, okay. Can we just finish eating? Maybe you could tell me what this is all about? I'm friends with your friends, Sebastian; I think I already know most of the story."

"Maybe later. Can we just move on?"

"Whatever." Kurt sits down and begins to eat his lunch again, and the conversation doesn't seem to return. Sebastian walks Kurt back to the office and they remain mostly silent, until they get into the elevator again. "I'm not mad at you. And I don't hate you, either." Kurt says.

"Thanks. It's just... a long story. Maybe it's best that you see it from Blaine's perspective."

"Okay." Sebastian steps out of the elevator alongside Kurt. Kurt heads straight to his office, while Sebastian turns to Ava's station.

"I need to speak with Quinn."