He always took his time at the market, no-one knew him here, he didn’t have to be anyone. He just meandered along the stalls stopping at random never buying the same thing twice. There were often new stalls bringing fresh produce to try. The atmosphere at the right time of day was lazy and peaceful – half the reason Blaine loved it so much. He stopped at a stall selling produce from Poland, he bought a couple of things he hadn’t tried before, he felt a pair of eyes on him as he turned around.

**

Wandering around the market was one of Kurt’s favourite things to do, usually he was here in the afternoon with Ava, but today Rachel had her, so Kurt was free to explore the early morning bustle. The fresh produce exuded heavenly scents inviting him to stop and peruse every stall. He was just paying for some perfect vegetables when he heard a familiar voice behind him. He turned and saw the back of a man shorter than himself with dark curly hair wearing a worn looking leather jacket.

He was in two minds what to do, if he said nothing and left Blaine to his own business he’d be kicking himself in an hours time. However, if he tried speaking to him, he’d probably just brush him off again. Just as he made up his mind to leave Blaine to it, he found himself looking into deep hazel – green eyes. Surely eyelashes that long ought to be illegal?

“Hi.” Kurt’s voice came out as a squeak and not for the first time he cursed it.

“Um Hi.” Blaine looked Kurt over and shoved his hands in his jeans pockets. There was a few minutes of silence which Kurt used to really take in Blaine’s appearance. He looked tired, dark rings around his eyes, slightly slumped posture and he even looked a little pale.

“Why are you staring at me?” Blaine interrupted Kurt’s thoughts with a quizzical expression.

“I wasn’t, I mean, I was just – you look exhausted.” Oh, that was real eloquent Hummel, next time why don’t you just babble at him?

“Yeah well, Fire fighter.” He replied jabbing his thumbs at himself.

“I mean you look good, don’t get me wrong, black is really your colour, but you know red or purple wouldn’t hurt. Or even a deep blue to bring out your colouring.” Blaine snorted earning him a pointed look from Kurt.

“Could you be more of a stereo-type?” Kurt raised his eyebrow and felt a flicker of anger.

“There’s a lot about me you don’t know. Sure I like clothes, I love designing, but I am far from a stereo-type. We don’t all pull off the ‘I just didn’t bother’ look as well as you.” Kurt watched Blaine square his shoulders.

“I don’t have time for this.”

“Oh let me guess, you’re going to go back to your macho apartment to watch sports or car programmes and spit into a bucket.” Kurt’s voice rose with his anger at this idiotic man.

“No you’re coming with me, and what we’ll be doing is a lot less PG than sports.” A few people turned to look at Blaine, Kurt flushed red at his words.

“If you think I’m going anywhere with you, you’d better think again.” Kurt felt like stamping his foot but thought better of it considering the amount of people around him. Maybe Quinn had been right. Blaine grabbed his hand and began tugging him along. Kurt pulled back until his hand came free.

“What exactly do yo-“ He was cut off by Blaine’s lips kissing his firmly. Kurt would have pulled away or protested or anything really if Blaine wasn’t so damn good at this. He could feel Blaine’s hand at the back of his neck, holding him close. Kurt let himself fall into the sensation that all too soon was over. Blaine pulled away breathing heavily, without another word he pulled Kurt out of the market and down the road to his apartment. Kurt followed him refusing to let his brain get involved, otherwise he knew it’d ruin whatever was about to happen. When they reached the apartment Blaine fumbled one – handedly with the lock, refusing to let go of Kurt. The door clicked open and Blaine led them both in, kicking the door shut and pushing Kurt up against it. Their bags fell to the floor instantly forgotten in favour of heated, messy kissing. Kurt could hardly catch his breath, but it was amazing.

Blaine’s hands pushed desperately under Kurt’s clothes, grappling for any skin he could reach, struggling with the layers he tugged at Kurt’s hips, his fingers threaded through his belt loops. Kurt raised his head to gasp for air so Blaine latched onto his neck and jaw instead. Causing Kurt’s breathing to deepen. He shut his eyes and just let himself feel. Blaine mumbled something incoherent against Kurt’s collarbone.

“Huh?” Blaine dug his head away from Kurt’s neck long enough to speak.

“Bed.” Blaine’s eyes were dark with lust, he tugged on Kurt’s belt buckle once more then led the way to the bedroom, pushing Kurt onto the bed.

“Lose the contraption.” Kurt chuckled as he shed his buckled jacket and shirt. Blaine ripped off his T-shirt (his jacket having been discarded somewhere in the hall) and joined Kurt on the bed, pushing him back so he was hovering over him. Kurt looked up into those eyes for a few seconds then reached out and pulled Blaine into a fiery kiss, all teeth and tongues. Kurt’s fingers moved to Blaine’s jeans, tugging the button open and pushing them down until he could get a good grasp of his ass, Blaine groaned loudly and moved so he could kick off his jeans and boxers, indicating for Kurt to do the same. As much as he liked Kurt’s jeans, he knew they were too tight for him to attempt in his current lustful state. Once both had rid themselves of their jeans, Blaine took in the sight before him. Kurt was sprawled on the bed, on full display looking heatedly over at him. He rejoined Kurt, instantly attaching his lips to every inch of Kurt he could reach. He worked his way teasingly down Kurt’s body, taking his time over Kurt’s hip bones, sucking gently while Kurt writhed beneath him.

“Blaine, please.” Kurt’s head was thrown back, eyes shut enjoying every sensation. Blaine growled, ran his fingers over his lower stomach before taking Kurt’s cock in his hand and moving it slowly – torturously. He ducked his head, running his tongue over the very tip of Kurt’s cock before taking more into his mouth.

Kurt’s hands found their way into Blaine’s curls, gently guiding his head. Blaine hollowed his cheeks every time he moved back up, using his tongue to drive Kurt crazy. He hummed around Kurt, listening to every wanton noise that tumbled from Kurt’s lips as an indication to what really got him going. Just as Kurt seemed to lose control, Blaine released his cock and moved up the bed to kiss him.

“Want to fuck you.” Kurt gasped between kisses. Blaine reached over to the bedside table, fumbling for the lube, his hand closed around it and he thrust it into Kurt’s waiting hand. He soon felt a slick finger slide over his ass, teasing him before dipping in to circle his hole before Kurt pressed gently.

Kurt was careful and tender as he stretched Blaine, making sure he pleasured him as much as possible with each added finger. Once Blaine was pushing himself back onto Kurt’s fingers he removed them. Blaine moved to get on all fours, but Kurt layed him tenderly on his back, positioning himself between Blaine’s thighs.

“I want to see your face.” He explained, lining his cock up just right, he kissed Blaine passionately as he buried himself inside him, gasping, feeling Blaine’s tight heat around him. He let his eyes fall shut and began to move carefully. Blaine wrapped his legs around Kurt’s waist altering the angle just a little and moved so he met Kurt’s every thrust.

Blaine gripped Kurt’s arms and angled hi head to engage Kurt in a deep kiss. He had never felt quite like this before, the tenderness Kurt was showing was foreign to him. Ordinarily the guys he was with were just in it for a quick fuck, but Kurt didn’t feel like that. Kurt grabbed Blaine’s hips, lifting him so he was hitting Blaine’s prostate. Blaine let out a shout and Kurt picked up his pace, pounding into Blaine until he saw Blaine’s eyes slam shut and felt him clench around him.

Just the feeling of Blaine around him had him coming seconds later, filling Blaine up. Kurt collapsed on Blaine, not caring right now about the sticky mess between them.

The room was quiet except for their laboured breathing. Blaine wriggled out from under Kurt, his shoulder beginning to lose all feeling. Kurt pushed himself up shakily and fell into place next to Blaine, fully intending on cuddling into him, however he was prevented by Blaine standing up and beginning to pull his jeans back on. Kurt sat up, blinking confusedly.

“Um, what’re you doing?” The more Blaine dressed the more exposed Kurt felt, he drew his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them protectively.

“Getting dressed, what does it look like?” Blaine cocked his eyebrow and took in Kurt’s huddled posture.

“Ok, do you have to do that right this moment?” Kurt’s heart dropped like a lead balloon, this was what his head had been trying to avoid – trying to warn him against.

“What else am I going to do?” Blaine pulled his shirt over his head utterly perplexed.

“I don’t know, you could always come back to bed.” Blaine dropped his head and practically gawped at Kurt. This was unchartered territory for him. Ordinarily it was a case of cut and run after. But Blaine had broken the rules. He had brought Kurt to his place. He had felt something other than lust.

“That’s not how this works.” A flicker of hurt crossed Kurt’s face and he began dressing.

“Right, I just thought – it doesn’t matter.” Kurt was tugging his clothes on with such ferocity Blaine was surprised they didn’t tear. Blaine furrowed his brow at Kurt, what was with him?

“What exactly were you expecting here Kurt?” Kurt fought his jacket into place and turned to face Blaine, his face red and angry.

“Not what I’ve got, I thought you were... you know what? It doesn’t matter. Quinn was right.” Kurt buttoned his jacket not once looking at Blaine. Blaine just watched Kurt stomp around. He hated that Kurt was angry with him, hated the thought that he had fucked something up – and wasn’t that strange? Why did he care if Kurt was upset? Kurt glanced once at Blaine, his eyes shining wetly before heading for the door. He swooped down to pick up his grocery bag and left, slamming the door behind him with a resounding thud.