“Kurt, just relax okay? You realize they can’t hate us forever. Gay Unions are legal here, for Christ’s sake.” Blaine complained, swiping his key into the slot to open his hotel room. He sighed as he pulled the door open, flicking on the lights.

“Exactly, which makes this all wrong. It’s just ridiculous. That was a hate crime, Blaine.” Kurt argued, tossing his jacket onto the nearest chair and plopping down on the couch in the sitting area.

“It won’t last. By tomorrow I’m sure it’ll blow over. Unfortunately, we have more important things to worry about.” Blaine explained, walking into his bathroom. “Like our fundraiser!” He shouted before he shut the door, undressing himself. He could hear the faint sounds of Kurt’s voice, who was apparently arguing with himself. Blaine smiled in appreciation before quickly hopping into the shower.

Kurt crossed his arms across his chest and thought long and hard. Here he was, in one of his most favorite cities in the World and they were criticizing him for the most ridiculous of reasons. But Kurt knew deep down that this was the fault of older, more religious people who would simply not let such sinful behavior occur during the World’s most precious moments together. However, Blaine had a point. This country was fairly supportive of gays, so he knew that it would be shrugged off soon enough. Until then, he’d just have to forget everyone else and focus on their fundraiser tomorrow. It had blown up in the media as well as the homophobia scandal. It was nice to see some people on their sides, especially a lot of popular magazines and television news programs attacked the hatred they were receiving. It most definitely be forgotten soon during the hectic rush of the games. Which reminded Kurt that Blaine had his competition tomorrow, right before the fundraiser. Blaine had neglected to even mention his sport though, even since Blaine had blown straight through to the final race. Even though Kurt wasn’t one for sports, he had been following Blaine’s competitions and all that for the sake of their relationship, which was also escalating quickly.  Kurt could hear the crank of the pipes from the bathroom as Blaine turned off the shower, and Kurt fixed his outfit appropriately. He walked over to his bag that was draped on the chair nearest the bedroom. Carefully, he picked out proper attire to wear for bed. Lovely silk pajamas with a pullover robe. Blaine had allowed Kurt to stay the night, seeing as it would be easiest since Kurt would have to go straight to the arena to direct with the planning crew before the show started, while Blaine went to the aquatics centre. Kurt wished he could be there for him, but Blaine assured him that it would be completely okay to DVR it and watch the sport later. Surely it would be all over the news, covering up their relationship scandal. And everything would soon be okay, or Kurt had hoped so.

When Blaine walked out of the bathroom clad in only a thin white towel wrapped snug around his hips, Kurt was not prepared for the rush of holy hot he was hit with.

“Kurt? You alright?” Blaine asked nervously, shaking the remaining drops of water from his wet curls.

“Oh, yeah. F-fine. I’m going to go get uh, changed.” Kurt explained, rushing right past Blaine into the sealed off bathroom. He mentally prayed to whatever God there was out there to let his impending erection calm down. He’d seen naked men before, but never one as attractive as Blaine and his.

As fast as he could, Kurt tugged off his expensive suit and did not give a damn for once that it was DESIGNER and pulled on his pajamas. Kurt figured he could skip the skin care routine tonight. He picked up his clothes as delicately as he could, trying to conserve as much of the fabric as he could, to protect them from wrinkles. Pulling the door open, he inhaled sharply and walked back toward Blaine.

“Hey, stranger.” Blaine whispered, immediately grabbing Kurt from behind. He smiled as he wrapped his arms tightly around Kurt’s center, pulling him right against his own half naked body.

“Gosh! Blaine you scared the hell outta me,” Kurt giggled, tilting his head up to allow Blaine access as he pampered kisses across his neck.

“Mmm, sorry.” Blaine whispered, his breath tickling Kurt’s sensitive ear. “Let’s go to bed, okay? Long day tomorrow.” He smiled, breaking apart from their embrace. He grabbed Kurt’s hand by habit, leading him toward his temporary bedroom. Kurt hesitated slightly, but followed right behind him.   

When Blaine sat right down into bed, not even bothering to turn on the light, Kurt rose an eyebrow at him. Blaine shrugged, tucking himself under the covers and laying his head against the pillow.

“No funny business?” Kurt asked skeptically, walking around to the other side of the bed. He heard Blaine chuckle as he lifted the comforter, slowly slipping under it next to Blaine. “What a shame, they gave us so many condoms to use.”

Blaine rolled his eyes in adoration, shifting closer to Kurt in the bed. Kurt turned onto his side as Blaine came up from behind him, big spooning him. “Should save that until after I win, eh?” Blaine smiled, kissing Kurt’s cheek goodnight.