Standing in the threshold of his home, heart racing, his body melding into Kurt's, Blaine found himself unable to translate his thoughts into words. Each thought, each response summed up in a breathless single word: Okay.

No, no more drinks.

"Okay."

Kiss me again.

"Okay"

Take me to bed.

"Okay."

Hours later, he stood in the doorway of his bedroom, watching the sleeping figure, sheets draped recklessly down his back.

This wasn't what Blaine had expected from the assertive, provocative and somewhat intimidating man he'd first met at the Home Depot. Kurt Hummel, design consultant, had gotten under Blaine's skin with bravado and sexual innuendo.

But the Kurt Hummel currently snoring softly in his bed had been kind, gentle, willing and responsive. This was a different Kurt entirely, one that had emerged over drinks and bloomed in Blaine's bed.

Blaine didn't know exactly what he had expected when he asked for the check and told Kurt to follow him up the hill to his home. Maybe something hot, and rushed, and even a little rough.

He would have been OK with that.

Instead, he experienced soft, tentative kisses, lingering touches and increasingly incoherent whispers urging him on.

This wasn't the man he expected.

Kurt shifted in his sleep and moaned softly.

But it was the man he wanted, the man he had fantasized about, the man he had dreamed of meeting and making a life with years earlier. A murmured voice shook him out of his revery.

"Mmmm. Where'd you go?"

Blaine smiled to himself in the darkness, and approached the bed. He climbed back in and settled behind Kurt, wrapping him in his arms.

"I'm right here."