Its just one of those weeks where Kurt slips out to work before Blaine is even completely awake, sometimes only waking when Kurt gives him a quick goodbye kiss, and arrives home much later than is fair for either of them. He doesnt make it to their lunch dates on Monday or Wednesday, nor does he reschedule. Even with Quinn there for large portions of the week, there is too much to get done in too short a time frame.

On Thursday Blaine is hopeful when Kurt makes it home by seven that he might actually see his husband out of the half an hour that they overlap in bed before sleeping, but he ends up in a conference call for another hour after dinner and then falls asleep on Blaines shoulder on the couch. Blaine carries him through to bed and snuggles up beside him, not having the heart to wake him and tell him to change.

They skip out on Friday drinks at Sebastians apartment because Kurt is exhausted from the week, but Sebastian calls Kurt anyway. Kurt looks worriedly at his husband before answering. Blaine mutes the TV and shuts up so that he can hear both sides of the conversation when Kurt stands close enough. "Hey, Bas."

"Kurt, you arent sleeping!" Sebastian says.

"Ugh, dont remind me."

"Are you working tomorrow?"

"No. Absolutely not. I refuse to go near the office tomorrow."

"Brilliant. Look, I have reservations for four at the Italian place tomorrow night, and you and Blaine have been cut off from the world the last couple of weeks and I need to see you two to restore some normalcy in my life. I havent gagged at how fucking adorable you are in much too long."

"Blaine could still do things without me," he says, shooting a pointed look at Blaine, who holds up his hands in defencelessness, before smiling and shaking his head slightly. Kurt rolls his eyes at him.

"Not the point. So youll be there."

"Well see."

"That wasnt a question, princess. Youre going to be there. Blaine should get a text in a few seconds with proper details. Now go and sleep, or something." On cue, Blaines phone chimes to indicate a new text, which he sees is from Adam.

"Thanks. Providing my husband can push me out the door, well see you then," Kurt says, before hanging up. He throws his phone down onto the couch and climbs onto Blaines lap, looping his arms around his shoulders and burying his face in his neck. Kurt groans.

"You, my wonderful, overworked husband, need to take a bubble bath with me," Blaine says, though he wraps his arms around Kurt and lets him have a moment there.

"Im so tired," Kurt says, "bath, and then we sleep and you dont wake me. Ever."

The next morning Kurt is up not much later than he normally would be for a Saturday. Blaine takes him out for brunch, and when they get back to the apartment Kurt is visibly better. He stands in the kitchen for a moment before insisting that he at least wipes down the benches, and no argument that Blaine has will ever stop him. So Kurt cleans the kitchen while Blaine keeps out of his way, and then Kurt sits down with his sketchbook and fills three pages with designs. He seems more like himself than he has since Tuesday, and Blaine is glad to have him back. When he offers him a coffee, he is even offered a kiss in return, the kind of passing affection that seems to get cut when Kurts mind is elsewhere.

Blaine sets to work reviewing some of the edits he has made to some photos in the last week, checking that he hadnt slipped up too much before he sent them through to Jay. He sits at the table in their makeshift dining area as opposed to at his desk in the bedroom, because that way he can feel like Kurt is coexisting with him. Each is doing their own thing, but the others presence is felt and loved.

He looks up from his laptop to see Kurt smiling at him flirtatiously from across the room. He raises his eyebrows questioningly, and Kurt nods towards their bedroom, before standing up and walking over to the room. "You coming?" Kurt asks, leaning against the doorframe, and Blaine cant scramble across the room fast enough.

Their lips connect as soon as Blaine gets to the door of the bedroom, and he pushes Kurt backwards until they topple onto the bed. They continue to kiss, tongues exploring mouths as though they havent kissed in months, until Kurt pushes him back for a moment. Blaine very quickly rolls off of his husband worriedly.

"Where are you going?" Kurt asks, rolling onto his side to look at Blaine, "I just needed to talk for a moment, which is hard with my mouth full." Blaine smiles, shuffling up onto the bed so he is against the pillows. Kurt joins him, and Blaine lets Kurt play with the edge of his shirt, stroking the line of exposed skin above his jeans.

"What do you want to talk about?" Blaine asks, lifting his hand to cup his husbands cheek, resisting the urge to cut him off with a kiss.

"This week," Kurt sighs, "Im sorry I havent had the time to spend with you."

"Isnt that what were doing now?"

"Precisely. Except, you know, too many clothes. If youre interested."

"With you? Always."

After about their third round (they lose count of how many times have been exactly), Blaine rolls over into Kurts arms and nuzzles into his neck. "Im going to take a nap," Blaine announces.

"So long as we wake up in time to shower before dinner," Kurt says.

"And if we dont?"

"Then you are going to be the one to explain why we look like we just rolled out of bed to Sebastian and Adam." Blaine doesnt protest any further.

"You did tell them that it was the Italian place, right?" Adam says to Sebastian, shifting from foot to foot outside the restaurant, pulling his coat tighter in the cold.

"Of course I told them. We only go to one Italian place, they know its this one," Sebastian says, rolling his eyes.

"Its so unlike them to be late. Kurt is such a five minute early person."

"I know right? Do you think they forgot?"

"Give them five more minutes," Adam says patiently, "Kurt was really tired on the phone, right? Well just call and see how far away they are."

"Fine, Ill call again; you go inside and tell them that were still waiting. See if you can postpone our reservation for half an hour. Youre the charmer."

"Only because youre an ass, Seb," Adam says, pecking Sebastian on the cheek quickly before slipping inside.

Kurts phone rings on the nightstand. He tries to roll towards it but cant quite reach, and every little movement he tries to make, Blaine pulls him back in. "Blaine, sweetie," Kurt says, shaking him gently, "Blaine. Blaine. Blaine. Wake up."

Blaine snuggles into Kurt. "No. Im sleeping."

"I cant reach my phone."

"I dont want to let go of you."

"I know, but we need to check the time, too, okay?"

"But what if you go away?" Blaine asks sadly.

"Oh, Blaine. If you want to shuffle two inches to the left with me, then you dont even have to let go."

"Mmkay." Blaine kisses Kurts neck drowsily, and when Kurt shuffles over, instead of pulling him back, Blaine shuffles over to keep hold of him. Kurt looks at his phone to find three missed calls from Sebastian and a handful of texts.

"Blaine, we need to get up. Were meant to be having dinner with Sebastian and Adam like, now," Kurt says, "go. Shower. Come on."

Blaine rolls off of Kurt and rubs his eyes sleepily. "Do we have time for anything before we shower?" But Kurt is already slipping under the covers.

Sebastian sighs as Adam steps back out of the restaurant. "Do you think something terrible has happened to them?" Sebastian asks.

"Theyll be fine, calm down. If it will make you feel better, I moved our reservation and we can go and find them ourselves, if you want."

Kurt is on top of Blaine and not lightening up his thrusts into him when Blaines phone rings from the pocket of his discarded jeans on the floor. "Kurt... oh god, Kurt... My phone..."

"Your phone? Thats new," Kurt teases, making no effort to stop fucking into his husband, hitting his prostate with every thrust. Blaine doesnt even try to keep quiet, knowing how soon he will tip over the edge.

It turns out Blaine lasts longer than he thinks he will, as they hear a knock at the door a few minutes later and Kurt is still going. "Fuck!" Blaine says, glancing towards their open bedroom door.

"Shush! We cant just stop now, okay?" Kurt replies. Blaine nods and relaxes into Kurts sliding again, forcing the thought of their unannounced guests from his mind.

A key clicks in the lock and easily recognisable voices come from their living room. "They arent even here," Adam says, "see? We should have just waited at the restaurant. I bet theyre on their way now."

"I wouldnt be so sure," Sebastian says. Kurt snaps his hips forward and Blaine cant contain his moan. "And that is where they are. Why am I not surprised?" When Blaine looks up again Sebastian is standing in the doorway. "Finally getting laid this week, huh?" he walks into the room and holds his hand out to Blaine. "Come on Killer, high five me. Youre getting some from the ice queen."

"Get out, Sebastian!" Blaine yells, too focussed on the intense feelings from his husband above him to even consider moving his hand.

"Theyre better looking than we give them credit for, huh?" Adam says, leaning in the doorway.

"We just saw Kurt ass. You know how much of a never nude he is, this might not ever happen again." Sebastian doesnt move.

"Cant you have this conversation somewhere else?" Kurt snaps.

"Im not leaving until Blainey high fives me." Blaine is quick to fling his hand at his friend, hoping that he hits his hand. Sebastian seems satisfied enough to join his boyfriend in the doorway. "We bumped our reservation back a bit, so finish up and meet us downstairs, okay?" he says, before slipping out of the room.

They managed to make it downstairs soon enough, but not after another shower together.