Blaine swings his hand with Kurt's as they walk to Kurt's apartment, having originally only ventured out of the warmth of Blaine and Santana's apartment to get what Blaine likes to call "proper coffee" since neither he or Santana had bothered to do any proper grocery shopping over the holiday break. As nice as it was to spend the time with Santana, the promise of the empty apartment at Kurt's had been too much to pass up, as they had admitted to their friend at her gentle prying. They had every intention of returning with more supplies for the next few days, but they had some... business to take care of first.

"Kurt?" a voice asks from in front of them. Kurt promptly stops walking and pulls Blaine to a stop with him, even with the puzzled look he gives him.

"David?" Kurt asks, squinting ahead.

"Yeah!" Kurt pulls Blaine forward a few steps, until they are face to face with the pair who had been walking towards them. "It's good to see you," he greets.

"You too," Kurt says, "How are you these days?"

"Great! Oh, um, this is my fiancé, Jay. Jay, this is Kurt Hummel, I've told you about him before, right?" Jay nods. "Right," David affirms, "and this is...?" he prompts, turning to Blaine.

"This is my boyfriend, Blaine, and Blaine, this is David Karofsky. We went to high school together." Blaine has to think for a moment about when he heard the name, thinking it didn't sound like one of his Glee club friends- and Kurt very rarely mentioned anyone else. He remembers where it sounds familiar- Finn only ever referred to him by his last name and he never said it in any positive manner.

"It's nice to meet you," Blaine says, offering David his hand. David shakes it politely, and Blaine then does the same with Jay.

"Do you two maybe want to come up to my apartment for a bit? We can have a nice catch up where it isn't freezing." Kurt suggests, and soon enough they had walked the rest of the way to his apartment and settled into his living room, everyone clutching a mug of something warm. Dave retells the story of how he and Jay met; he tackled Jay out of the way of a bike, and he had only thanked him by kissing him while they were still on the ground. They had been dating for two years, and had only gotten engaged a couple of weeks earlier.

"Actually," David says, "I'd like to invite you to our wedding. You'll get your pretty paper invite as soon as my better half here gets onto it, but for now, Kurt, It would really mean a lot to me if you came."

"I'd love to," Kurt replies sincerely before turning to Jay, "okay, Jay, what is it that you do for a living?" Jay is much smaller without all the layers he had been wearing on the street, and he didn't seem like much of a sports player himself. Kurt thinks he is cute, but Blaine doesn't see it, probably because they look oddly similar to one another.

"I'm in marketing, mostly print work but I've done some other bits and pieces."

"Oh, you and Blaine probably have a lot to talk about then. Photography is his first love- aside from me- but he was behind all of the latest ad campaign for Mode D'Etoiles."

"Oh, that's pretty cool." Jay says, and he and Blaine settle into a conversation about the programs they use to edit and start to talk in a way that Dave and Kurt can't follow, but they both find it endearing.

"What are you up to these days?" Kurt asks Dave, "sports agent?"

"Yeah, I got there, after all. It's a good fit for me, and Jay actually understands what I'm talking about, which is nice." Dave smiles fondly over at his fiancé.

"That's part of soulmates work. You get some understanding as a consolation for being stuck with them, right, B?" Kurt jokes. Blaine whips around at the sound of his nickname, and looks at Kurt somewhat lost, clearly too deep into his conversation with Jay to have picked up what Kurt had said.

"Huh?"

"Nothing," Kurt says with a little smile.

"Well, love you too." Blaine says sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Kurt blows him a kiss and turns back to David.

"He gets the fashion thing, sometimes. You wouldn't guess that today." David laughs.

"I'm sure he has his reasons."

"Snuggle weather," Kurt explains, "we were only really coming over here to escape Santana- Blaine's roommate- for a bit. But don't get me wrong, it's lovely to have you over."

"It's okay, Kurt, I get what you mean. We won't be here long; we have the last of a New Year's party to organise. I really should grab your number before I go, though." Kurt agrees and they switch phones to enter their relevant details for one another. They stay chatting for a little longer before Jay suggests that it's time for them to leave. He fist bumps Blaine and says, "If I weren't already taken man, I swear, I would just marry you." They all laugh, and Blaine jokingly makes a call me gesture to him over Dave's shoulder as he leaves. Kurt puts the mugs they used by the sink and then practically leaps into Blaine's arms. He manages to catch his boyfriend and stumbles back until he sits down on the couch heavily, with Kurt straddling his lap.

"That was less graceful than I pictured," Kurt says with a giggle. Blaine kisses him.

"We need to talk." Blaine says.

"Am I in trouble?"

"No, no, of course not. I know we came here for sex, but then Dave and Jay came up and now the agenda has changed a bit." Kurt pouts at him. "If you're willing to have a sensible conversation with me, I'll be more than happy to give you a blowjob afterwards."

"Deal. What are we talking about?" he climbs off Blaine's lap and holds his hands out to help Blaine off the couch.

"About high school," Blaine says, standing up and blindly following Kurt's lead, "Are we going to your bedroom? I thought we agreed the sex came second."

"Yeah, but serious conversations are always better for us with cuddles involved. You're going to hold me if I'm going to talk."

"Fine. You're lucky that your adorableness makes up for your stubbornness." Once they settle down on the bed, and then into each other's arms, Kurt breathes out a sigh.

"What do you want to know?" he asks.

"All I know is what I've pieced together myself. You told me that you haven't slept well since high school, and there's a reason for that. I hear a whole lot of negative slurs about one mister Dave Karofsky from your brother, and then we run into him and you let him into your apartment and serve him a hot drink? I'm just missing some links here." Blaine lists.

"Okay. Well. There was a time when he was a bully. Like, a full on, proper bully, shoving me into lockers, throwing me into dumpsters, hitting me with slushies. It got bad, really bad. I somehow- trust me, I'm still not sure what happened- somehow I got the courage to stand up to him... and he kissed me. It was assault, and then he told me he would kill me if I told anyone. I eventually plucked up the courage to tell someone, because I was already at such a low point that death threats didn't even feel like that big a deal, you know? Dying felt like a favour, not a punishment. A bunch of stuff happened here with people getting involved, etcetera, and he moved schools. Most of the problems went away, until he started to get bullied for being gay, even though he was still as far in the closet as he could push himself. He realised how shitty it was, how I must have been, and he got in contact to apologise again, and then things got better. That is, until he tried to kill himself. We got friendlier after that, and we only really lost contact recently. And that more or less leads us to today. Questions?"

"Kurt, you know how I feel about your high school self, right?"

"Yeah, you're immensely jealous that we didn't meet earlier and now you feel overprotective because you could have stopped most of that story from even happening."

"...that's pretty much it," Blaine admits, "I'm going to have to work on being friendly to him."

"Blaine, you liked him perfectly well before you knew that he was once my greatest tormentor. I'm over it, he's over it, and you should be over it too."

"I'll get over it. Besides, I like Jay and they're a package deal, really."

"Well, so are you and I, B. You can hardly complain," Kurt reasons.

"We haven't been going out for that long, Kurt. We still do things without one another." Kurt gives Blaine one of his patented bitch please faces, and Blaine rolls his eyes in response. "Okay, but we could do things without one another, it just so happens we always get invited as a pair."

"True," Kurt kisses Blaine softly, "so you'll try to like David?"

"I'll try." Blaine affirms.

"And I've answered enough questions about high school?"

"You have." Blaine grins wickedly. Kurt raises an eyebrow suggestively, and leans close to Blaine's ear.

"So that means it's time for-" he whispers, and Blaine kisses him hard.

"I'm way ahead of you."

When they return to Blaine's apartment they find that Sebastian and Adam have come over, but that Brittany isn't there. Santana and Sebastian applaud them on their entrance, and when they sit down Santana explains simply saying, "Good stamina."

"We did go shopping while we were out too, you know." Blaine says.

"And we ran into an old friend of mine and his fiancé, so we caught up with them for a bit." Kurt adds.

"So you weren't fucking the whole time?" Sebastian clarifies, and they affirm.

"Do you always talk like this?" Adam asks. Everyone nods, and he just laughs softly under his breath.

"Kurt!" Santana says, as she remembers something, "we need you to make us chocolate chip pancakes on New Year's Day, if you can?"

"Of course, as long as I'm staying here in return?" He turns to Blaine who just nods wordlessly, asking and accepting in one gesture. "Yes. I'll make them."

"Great! Okay, Adam, Kurt," she addresses, "I don't know how much your boyfriends have told you, but it's been a long standing tradition for us to have an annual chocolate breakfast. It has usually been on Christmas, but this year Blaine left me for Ohio so we've had to reschedule. It's now a New Year's Day celebration, so you'll be here for New Year's Eve, and then we can all wake up and eat inappropriate breakfast foods together. Questions?" Blaine raises his hand. "Yes?"

"Do we get to use the chocolate fountain?"

On New Year's Eve Kurt, Brittany and Rachel turn up at Blaine and Santana's apartment by eight, which they hadn't processed as being far too early and giving way too much time to fill before midnight. Sebastian and Adam had already let them know that they would be there later, after going to another party.

Kurt dominates the kitchen and gets started baking various chocolate items for their breakfast the next morning while Blaine is happily left with a variety of bowls and spoons to lick clean, at the promise he would do the dishes. He ends up sitting on the couch hip to hip with Brittany as they scrape a bowl clean together and Rachel decides to set up SingStar and get a head start at beating the high scores. Santana floats between the three until she eventually decides to do the dishes, leaving Blaine and Brittany to entertain themselves and one another, finding how childlike they were being positively adorable. She half expects them to declare that they are staying up past their bedtime to see in the New Year.

At a quarter past ten the girls are incredibly driven by SingStar, and all three are proven to be hugely competitive. Blaine and Kurt had both had the chance to sing a few times- they sing duet mode on Don't Go Breaking My Heart and then Santana and Brittany do, and they compare scores. Kurt and Blaine win by a significant difference, and then Kurt has to console Rachel as she mopes about how her duet partner was still in Ohio and how her New Year's Kiss had been taken from her. After only managing a couple of further songs each- Blaine versus Santana, Kurt versus Rachel, Blaine versus Kurt- but they find they aren't able to even touch the microphones again, and instead sit across the room from one another and try to pay attention to the game. Santana and Rachel are singing, and Brittany is dancing around and forcing the boys to at least pretend to enjoy it.

Kurt H. There is a half full piping bag in the kitchen, if you're interested.

Kurt H. I hear icing tastes best when licked from skin.

Kurt H. I swear to god Blaine if you don't check your phone soon I'm going to get started by myself.

Kurt smirks as Blaine's mouth falls open as he reads the messages and crosses the room casually, simply walking into his bedroom without explanation and a quick wink to his boyfriend. Kurt grabs the piping bag as promised and meets him there, finding Blaine is already mostly undressed.

"That was... quick," he says, beginning to strip himself, "So, how do you want to do this?" Blaine crosses the room in nothing but his underwear and kisses Kurt enthusiastically. Kurt lets himself become pliant as Blaine momentarily takes control of the situation, undressing him, until they are at equal stages of undress, and it isn't long until they lose the last layer too. Kurt lifts Blaine and drops him onto the bed, climbing easily on top of him and straddling his waist. He takes the piping bag in his hand and draws a small heart on Blaine's collarbone, and then cleans it off with his tongue. He then dots each of Blaine's nipples with the icing and flicks his tongue over each, sucking gently and making Blaine squirm beneath him. Soon enough the icing just becomes an excuse for Kurt to map out Blaine's torso with his tongue, tracing lines all over him, already knowing where he would react to best. Blaine moans appropriately at the sensations, and even more so as Kurt passes the attention to his cock, the piping bag discarded.

"Kurt, I-" Blaine says, but never finishes his thought, threading his fingers into Kurt's hair. Kurt sucks more insistently, but Blaine stops him. "We can do so much more than this." Kurt pulls off and moves up to kiss him.

"What do you mean?"

"The girls are fine. We don't need to be in any hurry." Blaine says, throwing a glance to the door. It was all still closed.

"As tempting as that sounds, I like that this is about you."

"About me? Kurt, I want this to be good for you too, you know that."

"Shut up, Blaine. Let me be in control of this, okay? This is good for me, believe me." Kurt kisses him long and slowly until Blaine's hand slides down and cups him, when he chokes out a moan. "I'm going to fuck you, baby." He says, with a wicked grin. Blaine responds by pulling him back down on top of him, unsure how much longer he could possibly wait.

"They're properly going at it, aren't they?" Santana says in between songs, "like, they aren't even sparing us. They're just fucking."

"I didn't realise Blaine was so vocal." Rachel adds.

"I didn't know they could have sex." Brittany says. Santana rolls her eyes.

"Oh my god, I love you, I love you so much Kurt..." comes from Blaine's room.

"Well they sound like they're having fun, nonetheless." Santana says.

"Yeah, 'fun'," Rachel replies, "how often do you think this goes on when I'm at home? They clearly aren't worried about not having an empty apartment!"

"They went back to your place a few days ago purely because you weren't there. They probably had sex in your kitchen." Rachel's mouth falls open.

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel!" she exclaims, "He would not! He would at least have the decency to disinfect it, right? Right?" She stands up and walks over to the door before she pauses and turns back to Santana and Brittany. "Now really isn't a good time to bring it up with him."

Santana claps sarcastically. "Yes, Rachel. Good job."

"Yeah Rachel, nice work!" Brittany joins in, without really understanding what's going on and having genuine enthusiasm in her claps.

Rachel curtsies playfully, but then sighs dramatically. "Okay, what are we singing next?"

"Something that won't make you think of your best friend fucking his boyfriend where you cook your food." Santana suggests.

"Don't even bring it up!"

"Oh, they brought it up alright, if you know what I mean."

"I can't have this conversation. I need another drink." Rachel storms towards the kitchen to fetch herself another glass of wine, and Santana can't help but laugh. Overhearing her boys having sex was hardly a first. She is flattered they are comfortable enough to do it even when she's around, really.

Sebastian and Adam turn up at about eleven, a little tipsy from the party they had been to before but not drunk enough to stumble over a single word when they see the SingStar set up. The others had all gotten over it and were just trying to kill the last hour by talking to one another, but it wasn't really getting anywhere. Blaine and Kurt are ruffled and had been sufficiently teased by their friends when they had left the bedroom eventually.

They watch the countdown on TV and when midnight hits they chorus 'Happy New Year!' as they feel obligated to do, and all kiss their significant other. Rachel pouts by herself and only breaks it to smile when her phone buzzes with a call from Finn to wish her well.

"I think I might just go to bed now," Blaine says with a stretch, "Santana, you're officially in charge of our apartment's wellbeing."

"I'll go too," Kurt says.

"Well, surprise surprise, our favourite old couple is off to bed in relatively sober condition." Santana teases.

Blaine walks over to her and kisses her on the cheek, wishing her a happy new year, and then does the same for most of the others in the room, with hugs and handshakes as it feels appropriate. As he leaves with Kurt he pretends not to overhear Santana lower her voice and tell the others to be quieter.