Henry pushes the door to the office open with his shoulder, balancing a tray of coffees in his hands. He backs into the room and pauses for a few moments. "I'm going to turn around in three seconds. One, two, three." Henry turns around and surveys the room, finding Kurt and Blaine on opposite sides of the room as they had been when he had left on the coffee run. They catch each other's gaze and break into a fit of giggles. Henry looks shiftily between them. "Am I missing something?"

"What did you think you were going to walk in on?" Blaine asks.

"Indecency. You two have been making out far too many times when I've come back with your coffees, okay?" Henry says, placing the tray of coffees down on Blaine's desk.

"Oh, Henry, I'm sorry. It's probably my fault," Kurt says, "I know Blaine was technically yours first, but it's hard to help myself." Henry shakes his head.

"Oh my god, too many details."

"Hen, do you want to come to the showroom with us on Saturday? We're taking our friends as their Christmas present and half working while we're at it. We need some new pictures for the website," Blaine offers.

"Yeah, okay. Did you show Julia and Quinn my banner design?"

"Quinn liked it and someone put it on the website, so I assume Julia liked it too."

"What? That's the sort of thing you're meant to tell me about, doofus," Henry says, punching Blaine lightly on the arm. "Open the site for me now. I need to see it."

"Okay, okay," Blaine says, rubbing his arm. He opens the website as promised as Henry does a little happy dance.

"Congratulations, Henry," Kurt says, "I think you could get yourself some cash for that, just about."

"Really?"

"Just you wait. You can get paid for everything once I'm in charge."

"So that's happening now, is it?" Blaine asks teasingly, "you could have told me that. I could have taken you out for dinner in celebration, or I could have given you a blow-"

"You're going to end that with 'dryer', right?" Henry interrupts, "but that's great, Kurt, though I don't know what's going on."

"Henry, you're seventeen. Don't pretend you don't know what I mean." Blaine says.

"I just don't want to hear it from you. You're like my brother or something." Blaine rolls his eyes.

"I'm so pleased that was how you ended that. I'm very, very glad you didn't say 'dad'."

"You two could be like my cool gay dads. Would you go along with that?"

"That would mean we adopted you at eight, Hen."

"Don't crush the boy's dreams, Blaine," Kurt says, "I will gladly be your honorary cool gay dad."

"Does that make Sebastian and Santana his grandparents?" Blaine says, "Seeing as I'm being dragged into this." Kurt smirks.

"Sure, they can join our family. Why not?" Henry says. Before he leaves with the excuse of having homework to catch up on, Henry hugs them both and calls, "Later, pops!" over his shoulder. Blaine and Kurt stand in the doorway to their office with their arms around each other, looking down the hall and waving him goodbye.

"They grow up so fast," Kurt jokes, pressing a kiss to Blaine's cheek before he steps back inside.

That Saturday Kurt and Blaine head to the Mode D'Etoiles showroom with most of their friends- Henry, Rachel, Brittany and Santana all come along- and they immediately scatter throughout, looking through racks to decide what to take with them. The three males of the group are left standing at the front of the store and Kurt sighs, tapping out a text to the girls.

Kurt H. I don't know which of you were listening, so *two* items each from in here, okay?

"So what are you two up to?" Kurt asks, turning to Blaine and Henry. Blaine lifts up his camera from around his neck.

"Photos. And you?" He answers.

"Quinn sent me on executive business, since she's trying to slow down the more pregnant she gets." They agree to meet up in half an hour, and then they all split up to do their various jobs. Blaine sneaks up behind Santana, who only turns at the sound of the shutter closing.

"Are you taking photos of me?" she says suspiciously. Blaine grins.

"Yup. I can't post them online without your permission, but we can get you a nice little model contract form."

"Will I get paid for it?"

"I don't know. Ask Kurt," Blaine says with a shrug, "he's the boss-to-be."

"Sleeping with the boss, Blainers? Risky move," Santana teases.

"I thought that would be the sort of thing you would encourage."

"Of course. Now, B, if you aren't going to help me shop- and god knows how bad you are at shopping for anyone but yourself- can you politely scram to take whatever other photos you were going to?" Blaine rolls his eyes but walks off, instead finding Rachel and taking a surprise photo of her too. Unlike Santana, she demands a do-over and poses dramatically. Blaine takes another photo nonetheless, but knows that, because it seems forced, it isn't going to make it to the website. Brittany is looking so genuinely happy while she looks through the racks that it isn't hard to take a few pictures of her that he is happy to use, and she barely even notices that he's there.

They meet up and the assistant rings up their items, Kurt paying for the lot with a heavy discount as a designer. He isn't surprised to see that Santana had chosen a dress that he had designed and she had been mooning over for weeks, asking if he could hook her up. Then he leads the whole group through to a back room with dated stock, and tells them that they can choose another two items each. The three guys stand back as the girls begin to sort through the boxes, which are a mismatch of sizes of styles.

"So where do they all go from here?" Henry asks, "Not that I'm taking an interest in fashion."

"I don't know," Kurt replies, "I assume they're here to be gotten rid of, in one way or another. Sometimes they limited release them again, if one style was super popular or something. They must be keeping them here for a reason. Quinn just gave me permission to let the girls go for it."

"She really wants you to fill her spot, huh?" Blaine says.

"I've always been her favourite."

"Yeah? Well you're my favourite, too."

Kurt blushes and mumbles down at floor, "shut up." Blaine passes his camera to Henry and closes the gap between him and Kurt, pressing himself against Kurt's back with a chuckle, wrapping his arms firmly around his boyfriend and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"It's our two month anniversary in a few days," Blaine says softly into Kurt's ear.

"It just doesn't feel long enough."

"I know. Do you want to do anything?"

"I don't think we need to. It isn't a big date or anything."

"Okay. Maybe you can stay over at my place or something."

"That would be nice." Kurt turns and kisses Blaine, when they hear someone clear their throat. They pull apart, and turn to see the three girls standing in a row.

"Um, Kurt? We're done." Santana says. Kurt kisses his boyfriend again and then tells the girls to follow him, and they all go back to the front of the store together, Henry and Blaine trailing after them. They finish up and everyone disperses as they choose to go home rather than back to any one person's apartment. Santana and Blaine head inside together and head to their respective bedrooms.

"Okay, what's bothering you, B?" Santana asks, calling from her bedroom.

"Um, nothing is bothering me," Blaine replies, calling back as he boots up his laptop to look at the pictures he had taken.

"Come on, you had your thoughtful face on. What did Kurt say?"

"He doesn't want to do anything for our anniversary, and that's fine with me, but uh-" Blaine pauses, "Okay, I'll just come and talk to you properly." He knocks politely on Santana's door before he enters, even though he had just said he was on his way. She pats the spot on her bed next to her, and he goes and sits by her.

"So, anniversary plans," Santana says to prompt Blaine to begin.

"So it's only our two month, which isn't really a significant event, and I get that. I guess I'm just frustrated that it isn't longer, because I feel like I've been dating him forever, and it would be so weird to not date him now. I would do anything for him. And two months is just not long enough to feel the way I do." Blaine twiddles his thumbs in his lap, speaking down instead of at his friend.

"Do you want to do anything for your two month?"

"Not really. Especially if he doesn't think it's a big deal."

"Then save your romance. Surprise him for your two hundred day anniversary instead, or something. Valentine's Day is next month; you can go all out for that, if you want to." Santana suggests, putting her arm around Blaine. He rests his head on her shoulder.

"I don't know, Tana. I just wish we had more time under our belts already. I want to be thinking about marriage and family and moving in together."

"Well, have you talked to Lady Hummel about this? Maybe he feels the same way, B. You have the sex and the 'I love you's, and you make plans for the future, and you're goddamn soulmates."

"I-" Blaine stops, "you're right. Thanks, Tana."

"You're welcome. Now go and at least text him and see what's going on. If you want me out of here tonight, then I'm gone." Blaine hugs her quickly and then stands up to leave.

"Thanks. I might have to take you up on that."

"Any time, B. Gotta help my baby gays get laid." She says with a smile as he leaves.

Kurt ends up coming over after dinner that night, and Blaine stands holding him just inside the door for several minutes, just happy to be in Kurt's presence. Kurt complies happily, having expected similar cuddles before he arrived. "Blaine?" Kurt asks, "Are you okay?" he doesn't sound too worried, but Blaine knows that the last time he was a little bit clingy it was insecurities- and both worry for a moment that this is the same case.

"I'm fine." He releases Kurt, taking his hand instead, and leads him through to his bedroom. He had covered most of his room in candles, and he doesn't miss the hitch in Kurt's breath when he sees the room. "It's not too much, is it? I just wanted to do something and you said that you didn't want to do anything and I figured this was maybe a way that I could-" Kurt cuts Blaine off with a forceful kiss, and Blaine stumbles back at the impact before he relaxes into the kiss.

"Of course this isn't too much, silly. This is... perfect. Too much would have been setting this up in a suite at the Hilton," Kurt says.

"Well, I have to save some extravagance for our proper anniversaries, right?" Kurt buries his head in Blaine's neck and stifles his laughter.

"I love you too. Now can we lose some of this clothing?" Blaine kisses Kurt again, and they begin to delicately undress one another. Kurt pulls off Blaine's shirt and presses kisses to his collarbone, and then Blaine mimics the action, but teasingly flicks his tongue over Kurt's nipple instead, eliciting a pleasant gasp from him.

Neither is sure quite how, when or why it becomes a competition, but Kurt takes it into his stride as he undoes the fly on Blaine's jeans and slides his hands down the back of them, grabbing his ass. It is obvious Kurt knows that he will always be the real winner when Blaine undoes Kurt's pants but slides his hand into the front, cupping Kurt's cock through his underwear. For Kurt's move Blaine's pants come off. Then Blaine pulls everything left off Kurt, leaving him naked. It's only a brief moment of exposure, as before long Blaine has pulled off his own underwear, temporarily abandoning their new game. Kurt wraps his hand around Blaine's cock and strokes it gently a few times before Blaine pushes his hand away, dropping to his knees and taking Kurt into his mouth. Kurt smiles wickedly, because Blaine just played directly into his hands.

"Oh fuck, Blaine," Kurt says, moaning from low in his throat, running his fingers through Blaine's hair and then urging Blaine off of him. Blaine looks up at him with puppy dog eyes and a pout. "You need to stop if you want me to help you come, okay? You know I'm a selfish bitch." He holds out his hands and helps Blaine to his feet, before swiftly picking him up (which makes Blaine giggle and bury his face in Kurt's neck) and dropping him onto the bed and climbing on top of him.

"Are you going to fuck me, Kurt?" Blaine asks up at him, his voice deep and teasing, with fluttering eyelashes and flirty smile. Kurt shakes his head.

"Not tonight," he says. He leans forward and brushes his lips against Blaine's jaw, his mouth- Blaine needs to lean into that and never quite get the pressure he wants- and then up to his ear, where he whispers, "it was your turn last time. I'm going to ride you." Blaine swallows.

"You can do whatever you want. God, Kurt, just do it soon." Kurt leans over to Blaine's draw where he knows that he will find the usual supplies, among a variety of Blaine's other things. He plucks them out and places them on the bed, and then gently moves Blaine's hand and places them to his sides.

"No touching," Kurt says, and Blaine nods. Kurt lubes his fingers up and settles on the bed, sliding them into himself and beginning to stretch. He watches as Blaine's hand twitches, itching to touch something.

"You're so beautiful," Blaine says, "it's not even fair. And the confidence you have with me to do this... Kurt, it's so hot, you don't even know."

"I have a decent guess," Kurt says. He flicks his head towards the condoms on the bed and says, "Get ready, will you?" Blaine nods eagerly and opens one, rolling it onto his cock. He has to sit up to reach the lube, but Kurt promptly pushes him back down against the pillows and replaces Blaine's hand with his own, generously lubricating him. Kurt moves forward to straddle Blaine and slowly sinks down onto him, pausing for a moment before moving at all. Once they find a rhythm, Blaine sits up while Kurt continues, and he kisses Kurt until he can't anymore as the sensations build up too heavily, gasping and moaning as they come in near synchronisation. Kurt pushes Blaine onto his back again and hesitates a moment before climbing off of his boyfriend and lying down at his side. Blaine offers Kurt the box of tissues and finishes cleaning himself off while Kurt gets comfortable again. Both of them catch their breath, neither wanting break the peaceful silence.

"It's so much more work," Kurt says, "but god, it's so worth it."

"I'm not complaining."

"You wouldn't complain about anything, so long as there's an orgasm on the other side for you. And even then you don't always mind."

"I just want you to be happy, and your orgasm face is so beautiful..." Blaine lifts his hand to cup Kurt's cheek and kisses him long and slowly.

"Thank you, Blaine," Kurt whispers.

"So, what do we do now?" Blaine says, sitting up. Kurt pulls him back against him.

"No."

"No?" Blaine quirks an eyebrow at him.

"We have to cuddle now, you moron. You aren't going anywhere." Blaine relaxes into Kurt's arms, glad of how successful his plan was. Blaine wasn't going anywhere, not now, not ever. He just isn't sure Kurt feels the same way.