A few days later, Kurt was sitting down to watch a Real Housewives marathon when Rachel walked into the living room. "What are you doing?" She asked irritably.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind. I finished early at the studio and Trent was busy, so I came here to veg out," Kurt said as Rachel crossed to stand in front of the TV.

"I thought you'd be out, so I invited Miguel over again." Rachel was standing with her hands on her hips, definitely trying to make some sort of point that Kurt wasn't interested in.

"Sorry, Rachel, I promise to leave as soon as the clothes start flying." Sarcasm dripped from his voice as he gave her a small eye roll.

Just as Rachel's mouth opened to comment, a knock echoed through the apartment. "He's here!" Rachel sing-songed as she crossed to the door and opened it to find a man wearing a black polo with a red cardigan. Rachel promptly shut the door back in the man's face. "Oh, it's just some old man with bad taste in cardigans." She trailed off as she walked back to her room.

"Ah, that would be for me. Besides, I don't think you should be one to talk about people's choices in sweater-wear." Kurt got up to answer the door before Blaine decided to leave.

"But, Kurt...he's so old!" Rachel gave him a sour look as she straightened the pillows on her bed.

"Shut up, Rachel!" He snapped at her just as he opened the door.

There was Blaine. He was cute as ever in his ensemble. Blaine was staring at him and he still looked sorry. Kurt held his emotions in, lifting his chin so he'd be able to look down even more at Blaine.

"What do you want, Mr. Anderson? I thought I was clear --"

"Jackson, I've gone through a lot to come find you. I am very sorry for the way I acted and I wanted to make it up to you by buying you dinner. What do you say?" Blaine's sweet smile sent shivers down Kurt's spine.

Kurt really wanted to stay mad at Blaine, but he was so damn charming and Kurt just couldn't resist. Before he could say yes, Blaine pulled out a familiar blue box from behind him. "Oh, and you forgot this at my place. I really want you to have it, Jackson." Blaine handed him the box.

Kurt took it hesitantly, not wanting to look too eager seeing the watch again. "I guess I could go to dinner with you just this once. Just let me get some shoes on." Kurt opened the door a little bigger to let Blaine inside as he hurried to get ready.

*

"Yum! Mmm, I can never get enough cheesecake. Never. You can even ask my roommate. I have at least three bakeries in a 5 mile radius on speed dial." Kurt chuckled to himself and scooped the last bite into his mouth. Blaine had taken him to a quiet little bistro close to Kurt's apartment. They ordered dinner, made some small talk and then ordered desert. Blaine had insisted on a walk, so Kurt asked for his food to go. Currently they were walking down a random sidewalk in Bushwick, side by side.

"I'm actually not a big fan of cheesecake or any sweets for that matter." Blaine was looking down in an attempt to hide from Kurt's playful glare.

"Blaine Anderson, you have got to be kidding me. You don't like sweets? I would've figured you grew up around that stuff. You know, since your family's company makes the flour that is in most cookies and cakes? What is wrong with you?" Kurt joked and nudged Blaine with his shoulder.

"Well, if you ask my family, a lot." It got quiet between them as Blaine continued to look down as they walked.

Kurt took a few minutes to process Blaine's little comment and then said, "I thought you told me you didn't have a family."

Blaine finally looked up into Kurt's eyes. "I don't anymore. A few years ago I was engaged to the daughter of a potential business partner. Their company made baking soda and powder. Don't laugh. Anyway, my dad thought it was going to be the perfect partnership and marriage. The woman and I got along well as friends and I actually thought I could pull it off. One day, she came over to my apartment, let herself in, and found me giving a blow job to my tennis instructor." Blaine face reddened a little bit and he laughed at himself. "He had just finished me, so I had my white shorts around my ankles."

"Oh my goodness, Blaine. You know that white is definitely not your color, right?" Kurt was trying to make the conversation light because he could tell Blaine was getting flustered from talking about his past.

"Stop it, you." Blaine's color came back to his face and he smiled at Kurt. "I'm trying to open up to you. Long story short, she called off the engagement, my father disowned me from his family, my mother went along with it, and my friends all abandoned me. So, when I said I don't have a family anymore, sadly, I meant it. I have no one. I'm a lonely old man lusting after a 21 year old. It's pathetic." Blaine's smile faltered as he became aware of how much he had shared with Kurt. He shrugged it off and brought his eyes back to the sidewalk as they walked to the end of the block.

Kurt threw away his food container and stopped Blaine with a soft, "hey". Blaine turned around to see that Kurt had his head tilted a tad with a big smile on his face.

"Nothing about that story was funny..."

"What are you talking about? That's not why I'm smiling. I smile at all my friends when I'm having a good time with them." Kurt's widened his smile even more until Blaine had one of his own.

"Thanks, Jackson. You've made me very happy tonight."

"M-my real name- uh- is Kurt. Kurt Hummel." Kurt suddenly sounded so young and naive. "I mean, Jackson West is just my 'stage' name." He pursed his lips into a tight smile. He felt as though he had lied to Blaine somehow by not giving him his real name earlier.

Blaine continued to smile at Kurt as he reached over and grabbed his hand. "Thanks for telling me, Kurt." The sound of his name coming out of Blaine's mouth did something to him and he felt his cheeks flush.

*

After their first official date, Kurt had found himself seeing much more of Blaine. He would stop by after a long shift at the studio or a full day of classes. He figured it sure beat having to sit in his room while Rachel made out on the couch with her newest fling.

Blaine would greet him with a hug and ask him about his day. Kurt would go on and on about it until he could sense that Blaine was tuning out. He would playfully reprimand him for not listening, but a lot of his friends couldn't keep up with his fast paced rants.

Blaine would always apologize to Kurt and offer him dinner, which Kurt would accept. Kurt didn't even really want dinner; he just wanted to spend as much time with Blaine as possible. The more time they spent together, the more Kurt found himself falling for Blaine. He was sure he wasn't in love yet, but he definitely loved Blaine as a person, inside and out.

Kurt would leave late at night and there would always be a long kiss at the door. Neither of them would push it or try to prolong it. Kurt really wanted more, but he could always feel Blaine holding back, so he decided not to bring it up unless Blaine did.

*

One night Rachel and Trent convinced Kurt to go out instead of seeing Blaine. They had been at the local bar all of 5 minutes before Rachel started laying into him.

"It's just that you are with him almost every day, Kurt." He knew Rachel meant well, but she was really pissing him off. "And besides, he's a little old for you, don't you think?"

"Rachel, it's really not your place to tell me who I should and shouldn't be seeing." Kurt turned on his bitch face. "I like Blaine for who he is and he likes me, for me. It wouldn't matter if he were 300; I'm going to keep dating him. Age doesn't mean anything for us." He knew that would only shut Rachel up momentarily, so he turned to Trent. "What about you? You think she's ridiculous, right?"

Trent eyes widened and sucked in a quick breath. "Well, I-- It's not so much the age as it is the fact that you met him through deeptv. Doesn't that seem a little perverse to you?" Trent bit his lip nervously and looking like he was awaiting the argument of a lifetime.

Kurt took a deep breath to calm himself before he said anything to either one of them. "Trent, I understand where you are coming from. I know how we met is kind of different, but it doesn't matter now. I've learned about who he is and he is the sweetest and most generous man I've ever known. And Rachel, I'm so happy. Why can't you, both of you, be happy for me? I've always supported you guys in your romantic relationships, now it's my turn." Kurt got up to leave. "I would stay but I'm feeling kind of ganged up on" Both of his friends started talking to make excuses for their behavior.

"Kurt, I'm sor--"

"I didn't mean--Kurt!"

"Guys, it's ok. I'm going to go to Blaine's. I'll talk to you both later." He shrugged on his jacket and left the bar.

*

Kurt got to Blaine's about an hour after leaving the bar. He was tired and cranky. He should've just gone home. But he was here and he knew seeing Blaine would make him feel better.

The doorman was there with that same cheeky grin like he knew something. "Good evening sir". It was a simple greeting, but Kurt knew there was something behind it.

"What the hell is your problem?" He was in no mood to ignore the man at this point.

"Oh, nothing, sir. Nothing at all. I just hope you're being good to Mr. Anderson." He winked at him and Kurt balled up his hands, trying to resist the urge to punch the doorman.

"I'm not what you think I am." Kurt remained calm on the outside, holding his head up high. "And you thinking you know about Mr. Anderson's life is laughable. From now on you are going to stick to your job of opening and closing doors or I will see that you don't have a job at all." Kurt turned on his heel and marched to the elevator, ignoring any and all looks from the doorman.

By the time he arrived at Blaine's, he was shaking. He tried to talk himself out of blaming Blaine for the way he had been treated, but when the doors opened he lashed out immediately.

"How many men do you have coming here?" He pushed past Blaine and walked into the living room, needing room to pace while talking.

"Kurt? I have no idea--"

"Is this some sort of joke? Do you know your doorman thinks I'm a prostitute? That only leads me to believe that you have other men here. So what is it Blaine? How many are there?" Kurt knew he was yelling and flinging his arms about, probably looking crazy and jealous, but he really didn't care. He kept pacing with his eyes trained on the floor, finally looking up when Blaine let out a huge huff.

"Kurt, stop. Please." Kurt obeyed and sat down onto the couch behind him. "I promise that you are the only one I am seeing right now." Blaine had crossed the room to sit next to Kurt. "I have had men here before you, but as soon as we met and started spending time together, there were no others. I'm really sorry for how you were treated." Blaine's hand came up to cup Kurt's jaw. He brought his thumb over to sweep across Kurt's cheekbone. "So beautiful..." Blaine leaned in and brushed his lips against Kurt's like he had done so many times before.

A few kisses in and Kurt pulled back to look in Blaine's eyes. "I'm sorry for the way I acted. I really had no right. It's not like we're even...I mean, we haven't officially-" Kurt was all of a sudden nervous and he could feel his face heating up.

"Kurt, I want to be with you, I do. I just don't want to be hurt again. It's part of the reason why I haven't let this go further than kissing. I'm scared, Kurt." Blaine smiled sadly at Kurt and dropped his hand into his lap. "You're only 21. Why on earth would you want to be tied down to an old man like me?" Blaine chuckled at the "old man", but Kurt could tell he meant the words.

"Blaine, you're not old. You're 40 and still hot. Underneath the cardigans and sweater vests I know there is rocking body that probably looks better than mine." Kurt poked Blaine's solidly muscled stomach. "Plus, you are sweet, giving, and so very important to me. I would never hurt you." Kurt took his turn and cupped Blaine's cheek. Blaine turned into the touch, kissing Kurt's palm.

"Will you be my boyfriend?" Blaine's eyes were full of hope and love for Kurt.

Kurt nodded, crashing his lips against Blaine's. He had waited so long to kiss him and feel Blaine relax in it. When he was with Kurt no one judged Blaine, there was only love.

Their lips slid softly against each other's, soft moans escaping from both of them. When Kurt parted his mouth slightly, Blaine's tongue found its way in, exploring and reveling in Kurt. "I want you so much..." Kurt hadn't realized he'd said it out loud until Blaine nodded into their deepening kisses.

"Stay the night? Please?" Blaine's hazel eyes were sparkling, his expression pleading and hopeful as he looked into Kurt's blue eyes.

"No fair, I can't say no to you with that face." Kurt pushed Blaine back playfully.

"Then don't. Let me take you to bed."