It was cloudy the next morning. The light sneaking into the room was pale and watery, as if ran would soon fall over New York City. Kurt woke up feeling warm and happy and as soon as he opened his eyes, he remembered exactly why that was.

Blaine was sleeping next to him.

Kurt nearly freaked out, finding a half naked guy in his bed. He had always preferred that his one-night stands were gone by morning. But he was oddly calm, being wrapped in the arms of this man, who wasn't a stranger anymore. He couldn't be a stranger when he was holding Kurt's heart in his hands.

Blaine looked immensely peaceful. Kurt had never noticed how long his eyelashes were until just now. They lay on his cheeks, dark and beautiful. All of Blaine was beautiful, actually. Kurt allowed his eyes to trail down a little, to see where his head had been resting, not even five minutes ago, on Blaine's broad chest, dusted with a bit of hair. Blaine had managed to gain a bit of weight in the time he had lived with Kurt, but he was still very, very thin. His waist was actually tiny.

Looking back up to Blaine's face, Kurt focused on his lips and remembered how amazing it had been to finally kiss them the previous night. He didn't know how the hell he had gathered the courage to take that giant step in their relationship, but he sure as hell was happy he had.

Blaine inhaled softly and opened one lazy eye. When he found Kurt hovering over him, he let a sweet smile appear on his face. "For a moment I thought last night was a dream…"

"Nope," Kurt grinned down at him.

"I can see that," Blaine reached to tangle his fingers into Kurt's messy bed-hair. "You were staring at me."

"I was not," Kurt said airily, but, gosh, he was so happy that he couldn't keep a straight face.

"Yes, you were," Blaine insisted, teasingly. "You're a creep."

Kurt smacked him on the shoulder playfully before pouting. "Stop it."

Blaine felt a little bolder (probably because he was still half asleep), so he perched himself up on his elbows and moved forward to nibble on Kurt's lower lip. "Uh, uh."

Kurt's breath hitched. He was already in a delicate situation, making sure his hips weren't anywhere close Blaine so he wouldn't feel his blatant morning erection pressed against him. But this? Oh, this was unexpected and so, so good.

Kurt was unable to hold back a moan when Blaine's teeth became a bit more insistent and then he soothed his lip with his tongue. "Blaine…"

Blaine startled at that and dropped back against the pillows, wide-eyed. "Oh, whoa. Sorry. I didn't mean to…"

"No, don't apologize," Kurt swallowed, hard. He let one of his hands wander down Blaine's side and back up. He wanted to worship that body. "You have no idea what you do to me…"

Blaine's eyes went immediately darker. He licked his lips. "What do I do to you?"

Kurt shifted enough to press his hips against Blaine's thigh. Blaine gasped and Kurt whimpered at feeling his body against him, even though it was far from being all he wanted.

"I just want to kiss you everywhere," Kurt confessed. Having all that perfect, tan skin at his disposal and not doing anything about it was killing him. "Can I?"

Blaine took a deep breath and nodded shakily. "God, yes."

Kurt smiled and started kissing his jaw, working his way to his ear very slowly. Blaine's stubble was coming back and Kurt loved the contrast between his soft lips and Blaine's scratchy skin. He took his time licking, nibbling, sucking on the sensitive spot behind his ear and enjoyed the breathy sounds he was eliciting from Blaine. Next, he trailed back down along his neck, until he found the perfect place where his mouth fit against Blaine's collarbone.

"Kurt," Blaine groaned. "That's…you're…"

"Do you need me to stop?" Kurt asked, at the same time as he sucked a mark right there.

"No," Blaine almost whined. "You have no idea what you do to me…" he mumbled, trying to sound teasing, but only managing to sound hoarse.

Kurt smirked at him, although it was obvious he was just as affected as Blaine was by this. "Really?"

Blaine's brain was fuzzy. He couldn't control his body, his filter or his thoughts. Kurt had already made him come undone with just those burning kisses. Maybe that was the reason why he grabbed one of Kurt's wrists and guided his hand down, until his knuckles brushed against his hard-on through the thin cotton of his underwear. "Really," he moaned.

Kurt would've recognized, if it wasn't because he was so painfully turned on, that the noise that escaped him then was utterly pathetic. Knowing that he was the one causing Blaine to look like this, so lost and wild and careless at the same time, sent a shot of bliss through him. He leaned down and sucked one of Blaine's nipples into his mouth without any sort of warning. Blaine cried out and his hips bucked up on their own accord.

Kurt's mind was immediately filled with images of Blaine bucking his hips up to meet his, to thrust into him… and he almost came just from that. "Blaine…"

"Oh, Kurt, don't stop that…"

Kurt hummed and licked around the other nipple. "Would you fuck me?"

Blaine whimpered. He cupped Kurt's face with his hands and made him look at him. "You… you really want that?"

"So bad," Kurt said, urgently.

Blaine did his best to catch his breath and think as clearly as possible. He really wanted this. Even if it was only a one time thing… even then, he had to know what it would feel like to be completely connected to Kurt. He brought him in for a kiss before answering. "Yes, okay. Yes."

Kurt beamed down at him and it should've been illegal to look so cute and so hot at the same time. He reached towards one of the night-stands for the lube and a condom and dropped them on the bed where he could reach them easily.

Blaine was suddenly more nervous, than he¿d ever been in his life. "W-what should I do?"

Kurt, who had been busy returning his full attention to Blaine's collarbone, looked up at him, trying to hide his shock. "You've never…"

"Didn't really get the chance," Blaine said, fidgeting a bit and blushing.

Kurt's face softened. He peppered Blaine's cheeks, nose, forehead and lips with tiny, sweet kisses. "Then I'm going to make sure this is perfect for you." Kurt sat up and hooked his fingers on his underwear's waistband, pulling them off in one swift motion. Blaine forgot how to breathe as Kurt kneeled naked beside him, his gorgeous, flushed cock bobbing lightly against his stomach, beads of pre-come already leaking down the head.

Blaine had never wanted to put his mouth on anything so badly. He was eager to taste, to learn, to feel everything about Kurt. "You're breathtaking."

Kurt bit his lip, and his bashful expression seemed so out of place when he was naked, aroused and occupied with pouring lube on his fingers. "Thank you…" He straddled Blaine's thighs. "Relax and tell me if you want me to stop. I'll worry about the rest."

Blaine wasn't sure what Kurt meant until Kurt was kissing the center of his chest and reaching behind himself to circle his entrance and tease himself… "Kurt…"

Blaine spent the next few minutes forcing his eyes to not miss a second of what Kurt was doing. Even though he couldn't see perfectly, he could watch the way Kurt's hips pushed back as he introduced another finger, the way his hips gyrated as he hummed in pleasure. Kurt never stopped kissing him through it, everywhere he could reach, flicking his tongue around his nipple or earlobe or letting it trace his own lips.

Finally, Kurt removed his fingers, whining at the loss. "I'm going to take these off now, okay?" He looked at Blaine for permission as he toyed with the band of his boxer briefs.

Blaine's only response was to tilt his hips up to help him. Kurt smiled as he dropped them on the floor. His hand didn't hesitate at holding Blaine, closing his fingers around him, as if he was testing his weight. He stroked him twice, torturously.

"So beautiful…" Kurt leaned down and kissed his abdomen. He loved the feeling of the taut muscle against his lips.

Blaine panted harder and harder the closer Kurt's mouth got to his cock. When Kurt licked along the underside, he moaned brokenly. Kurt realized that he couldn't tease him any longer. Blaine was barely clinging to the edge of his control with only his fingernails and if they wanted to go all the way, he needed to give him some time to calm down.

Kurt kissed him softly, keeping their bodies apart and putting all the sweetness and love he had in him into that kiss. Blaine's breathing evened a bit and they smiled at each other with passion-clouded eyes.

"Why don't you sit up against the headboard?" Kurt proposed and Blaine hurried to oblige, pushing pillows out of the way and kicking the blankets to the bottom of the bed. Kurt chuckled. "Take it easy, sweetheart. We have all the time in the world."

Blaine watched, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, as Kurt rolled the condom on his cock and then slicked him with lube. Blaine whimpered, his light touch too much and not enough all at the same time.

Kurt straddled his lap, spreading his legs as wide as he could and burying his fingers into Blaine's curls, tugging gently. "Are you sure you…?"

"Yes," Blaine replied, with not even the slightest hint of doubt in his voice. "I want this. I want you. Please, I'll die if you stop now."

"I want you, too," Kurt murmured as he felt Blaine position his cock against his entrance. He sank on to it slowly, tantalizingly. "Mm, so much…"

"Kurt," Blaine choked out. The pressure, the slippery smoothness, the heat… it all felt so incredibly good.

Kurt bottomed out and stilled, letting their mouths slide together in a desperate, wet kiss. He allowed some time for both of them to adjust before he started rising and dropping back on Blaine's lap. Their moans soon filled the room and Kurt rested his forehead on Blaine's, watching the way Blaine's eyes closed heavily, how the pleasure made the muscles in his face, his shoulders twitch so hypnotically.

It felt so different from all the other times Kurt had done this. It wasn't just the physical connection that was overwhelming him, but it was the emotional one too. He found himself linked to Blaine in a way he had never been to anyone else before.

He was so in love with him that he could feel his heart ready to burst into flames.

The heat of their imminent orgasms enveloped them. Kurt could feel his thigh muscles complaining, resenting the stretch as he moved faster but he didn't mind at all. Blaine was meeting his every thrust, hitting that spot inside of him and sending jolts of pleasure all through him.

Kurt knew all it would take for Blaine to come was for him to clench around him. He wanted to see him fall over the edge before falling himself. He watched as Blaine threw his head back, his lips parted, as a string of gasps, moans and Kurt's name escaped through them, when he tightened on him hard. Kurt didn't miss one second of it, and only when Blaine stopped shaking, he finally let go himself, not even touching his own cock, but coming from the delicious way Blaine had filled him, pulsing inside of him.

Kurt rode his own orgasm then, frantic, desperate, so incredibly beautiful. Spurts of come painted Blaine's chest and stomach as much as his own. Blaine didn't take his eyes off him, afraid to miss any of it. Kurt's pale skin was flushed and sweaty, his hair falling on his face and his lips swollen and pink from all the kisses.

They held each other as their heart rates slowed, stroking backs, hair, arms, thighs. They shared a few lazy kisses, still too breathless to speak, enjoying the silence around them and the warm bliss filling them both.

Kurt's thighs were quivering in agony now, so he rolled to Blaine's side and they lay entwined on the bed together, in the mess of damp sheets. Blaine wouldn't stop kissing him. His lips were everywhere: on Kurt's shoulders, the top of his head, his cheekbones, his mouth, even his eyelids. Kurt smiled, deliriously happy.

After a few minutes, they felt their limbs regaining strength and Kurt pulled himself up to look at Blaine. "What would you say to a shower? I don't know how much longer I can take all this sweat and stickiness."

Blaine nodded, sex-dazed. "Whatever you want."

Kurt giggled. He stood up and grabbed Blaine's hand, tugging at it to drag him out of bed. "Come on. We'll have breakfast once we're cleaned up. I'm starving."

"Me, too," Blaine answered and then started nibbling on Kurt's neck, pretending to be devouring it. It sent tickles all over Kurt's body and he started laughing, trying to push him away.

"Stop it!" Kurt ran then and Blaine chased him, squeals of laughter echoing in the bathroom.

A few minutes later, the sound of the shower wasn't mixing with giggles anymore, but with new moans. Breakfast could wait a bit longer.

The next few days were a journey of mutual exploration. They barely put clothes on to get take out, so they wouldn't starve to death. The rest of the time was used allowing their lips to find ever new sensitive spots in their bodies they didn't know existed, raising goosebumps on the other's skin, with the soft touch of fingertips, on pushing each other to the highest peaks of pleasure either of them had ever experienced before.

Blaine learned how to relax and open up to let Kurt slide into him, how to kiss Kurt to make him desperate for more, how he liked to touch him. Kurt discovered Blaine's taste and the most perfect sounds he made and how needy he became when Kurt sucked on his pulse point.

It was all so idyllic.

They forced themselves back to reality when Friday came and Blaine needed to start at his new job. His nerves and excitement were adorable, as he paced the kitchen babbling about how he was probably going to ruin everything on his very first day. Kurt caught his wrists when Blaine passed near his side during his endless pacing and tugged him closer.

"Would you calm down?" He said, chuckling. "You won't screw anything up. Now stop moving so I can fix your bowtie."

Blaine took a few deep breaths as Kurt's fingers worked swiftly on the bowtie. It was the green one he had bought for him on their shopping trip. Once it looked acceptable, Kurt leaned and kissed it right on the middle. Blaine frowned. "Why did you do that?"

"For good luck," Kurt smiled at him and then pecked him on the lips. "And that one's in case you need some extra luck."

Blaine stepped closer until he could drop his head onto Kurt's shoulder. He nuzzled his face against the crook of his neck. "Thanks. I just can't help feeling like this."

"It's okay," Kurt wrapped his arms loosely around Blaine's waist. "Everyone's intimidated on their first day at a new job. It'll be a lot better tomorrow, I promise."

"I know it will," Blaine nodded, before lifting his head to kiss Kurt, long and intense. He needed it to get through the day.

When they pulled apart, Kurt's voice was a tad hoarse. "If you don't leave right now, you'll be late. Are you sure you don't want me to drive you there?"

Blaine shook his head. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

Kurt walked him to the door and watched him slide into his coat. It was obvious Blaine was still terribly nervous, so he pulled him into a hug before ushering him out the door while wishing him good luck one last time.

Once Kurt was alone, he dropped down on the couch, hugging one of the throw pillows to his chest and thinking, for the first time, about the last few days. It was surprising how natural it felt for them to go from friends to... whatever they were now. Kurt felt stupid admitting (even to himself) that what he had with Blaine meant a lot more to him than any of the other guys he'd ever dated and that scared him. He was cared of getting in too deep and getting hurt again. He couldn't imagine Blaine hurting him, but... hadn't he thought that about his past boyfriends, too?

Realizing that he needed to keep himself busy before he went crazy, Kurt stood up and walked to his bedroom. As an idea formed in his head, he sighed.

Maybe he already was head over heels in love with Blaine.

That night, Blaine walked through the front door, smiling, anxious to tell Kurt about his day. He hung his coat and scarf on the closet before he looked for him. The living room was empty, so he went straight to the kitchen, where he found Kurt standing by the stove, wearing an apron on top of his clothes and stirring something in a sauce pan.

"Hey!" He said happily.

Kurt turned around, smiling brightly at him. "Well, hello! How was your first day?"

"It was fantastic! Everyone at the theatre is so nice!" Blaine replied.

"I told you there was nothing to worry about," Kurt turned his head and pursed his lips, silently asking for a kiss. Blaine complied immediately. "Dinner will be ready in five minutes. Why don't you wash up and then tell me everything while we eat?"

"Sounds perfect," Blaine answered and kissed him again before disappearing down the hall to the bathroom.

It hit Blaine as he was washing his hands that the little exchange between him and Kurt just now had felt so... so domestic. A warm sensation ran through his body. Maybe they could have this? Waiting for each other with dinner every night, taking turns to do the chores, going to bed together and waking up next to each other every morning? Maybe they could share a life?

Blaine sighed dreamily. That's what he dearly wanted. After being alone and rejected for so long, his biggest dream was to have a life with someone who loved him. He could throw in a couple of kids, a steady job and a little house somewhere quieter than Manhattan...

Yeah, it sounded amazing, but he was still far from having it.

He went back to the kitchen, where Kurt was opening a bottle of wine.

"Dinner's on the table, sweetheart," he announced as he grabbed two wine glasses. "We're eating on the dining room tonight."

Blaine arched an eyebrow. They had never eaten in there before. Kurt said he kept the dining room for special occasions because the kitchen felt a lot more comfortable for everyday meals. Curious, Blaine followed him to the next room, and as soon as he crossed the threshold, he found himself speechless.

The table was beautifully set with Kurt's favorite tableware. The room was dimly lit, and two slender, white candles were placed in the middle of the table. Soft music played in the background.

"Kurt..."

"I thought you would appreciate a nice night, with homemade food and some wine after such a stressful day," Kurt said before Blaine could even put his thoughts together. "I hope it's not too much."

"You... You did all of this for me?" Blaine asked, amazed.

"Of course, silly," Kurt leaned to kiss his cheek. "Who else would I do this for?"

"You didn't have to, Kurt, I..."

Kurt cut him off with another kiss, this time right on the lips. He put the glasses on the table and then grabbed Blaine's hand and guided him towards one of the chairs. "I wanted to. Now, let's eat before it gets cold."

Blaine watched as Kurt took the seat opposite him. The delicious smell of the food was all around them and Kurt looked beautiful, as usual.

"You're incredible, have I told you that already?" Blaine muttered, enamored.

Kurt's lips curled up into a playful smile. "I think might have mentioned it a few times last night, actually."

Blaine felt his cheeks blushing. "Well... Yeah. You were amazing last night, too."

"Enough about that," Kurt murmured, biting his bottom lip bashfully. "Tell me everything! What did you do? Did you meet a lot of new people?"

Kurt's enthusiasm was so heartwarming that Blaine wanted to get up, walk to him and wrap him in his arms to never let him go.

Instead, he told him everything and allowed himself to slip more and more into his domestic fantasy, and spent half the night imagining he wasn't sitting across the table from this wonderful man he had just met weeks ago.

He imagined he was sitting across the table from his future husband.