Marissa looked at Kurt critically, taking in every aspect of his appearance. Kurt held out his hand, trying to keep this as civil as possible.

"Mrs. Anderson." She ignored his hand with a faint smirk. Kurt gritted his teeth.

"I'd like a word with you. Perhaps you'd like to go somewhere more private?"

"I think right here is just fine, Kurt. Besides, I don't have much time, so I hope whatever this is won't take long." Kurt was getting angrier by the second; there was just something about this woman that really riled him up.

"Okay, well, primarily I am here to see if there is any way you would reconsider your decision to take over Mr Anderson's company?" Marissa chuckled dryly.

"No, there isn't, and this is a perfect example of why I'm doing it. Blaine is incapable of fighting his own battles. He has to send well, you, in to speak to his own mother." Kurt realized that his hopes of civility were in vain, and decided to match her barb for barb instead.

"First of all Blaine is more than capable of fighting his own battles. Your son is strong in ways you couldn't even comprehend. Secondly, he doesn't know I'm here, so before you go throwing around accusations, make sure they're aimed at the right person." Kurt's expression had hardened to a resolute, bitchy facade, and he wasn't about to back down now.

"Ah, I see. So you aren't just helping him ruin his life, you're trying to run his life and alienate his family too. Well you did a good enough job of that when you made him like you." Kurt's blood ran cold, his eyebrows nearly disappearing into his hairline. When he spoke again his voice was low, through gritted teeth.

"What is that supposed to mean?" At this point the receptionist seems to realize this encounter could get out of hand.

"Perhaps Mr Hummel and yourself would like to go somewhere more private?" Marissa shot her a withering look, causing the girl to immediately scurry away.

"It means that if it hadn't been for you, Blaine might have settled down with a proper family by now. Perhaps he wouldn't have gotten himself beaten up. He would have turned out normal." Marissa's face was rather red by this point; she was slowly losing composure. Kurt squared his shoulders and jutted his chin out just so.

"Blaine is doing just fine for himself. Any mother who cared enough to really see him for who he is would know that. Being gay does not make your son less of a man, and he would have been far better off if he had stayed with me. I would have shown him love and compassion, not contempt and shame. And just so you know you can't turn a person gay. They're born that way. Whether you like it or not, Blaine's gay, and he deserves a mom who will love him unconditionally." Marissa opened her mouth to reply, but Kurt had already begun walking to the exit.

When Kurt left the hotel he needed to blow off some steam, so he decided to walk to Blaine's work, which was only three blocks away. He walked briskly, not paying any attention to anything around him. Ordinarily, even after living in New York for a while, Kurt loved to take in his surroundings when he was out and about. There was always something interesting to see. Today however, he was lost in his own head. How could a parent be so unaccepting, how could she not see how lucky she was to have Blaine? With each step, Kurt felt more blessed for the relationship he had with his Dad and Carole. He rounded the corner and headed straight for the music shop, as he got closer he could see Blaine talking to a customer, he was smiling brightly and gesturing with his arms in that typically Blaine way. Kurt's heart warmed at the sight, he knew in that moment that he'd made the right decision in letting Blaine back into his life.

Kurt entered the modest shop and held the door for the customer Blaine had just finished helping. Blaine threw Kurt a toothy grin.

"Hey!" He walked around the counter and hugged Kurt tightly.

"Hi." Kurt held Blaine close, soaking in his scent and warmth. They broke apart, smiling at each other.

"Um, not that I'm not happy to see you, but aren't you supposed to be at work?" Kurt went quiet for a moment, still holding onto Blaine's arms.

"I went to see your mother." Kurt wrinkled his nose as if the word left a bad taste in his mouth.

"Oo-kay... because?" Blaine had furrowed his brow slightly. He wasn't worried about what Kurt might have said to his Mom, but he knew only too well what she could be like.

"Because you were upset and hurting and she needed to realize what an ass she's being." Kurt huffed and folded his arms, looking directly at Blaine.

"And I bet that went down nicely."

"Hmm, not exactly. Let's just say your Mother got a few choice words thrown at her. She probably hates me even more now."

Blaine was still frowning somewhat. "Hey, what's up?" Kurt stepped closer in an attempt to soothe Blaine.

"I just... I'm capable of sorting these things out myself, Kurt. I dread to think what she said to you. I don't need you to rescue me. I'm not broken." Kurt took a step back, surprised at Blaine's reaction. What was it Marissa had said? You're trying to run his life. It all hit a little too close to home.

"I didn't mean to – I know you can. I was trying to help."

"I know you were, but, Kurt, I come from a family where we sort our own problems out. Where it shows weakness to have someone do that for you." He watched Kurt cross his arms and back away more. A pang of guilt shot through him. He didn't want to argue with Kurt.

"Yes, and look where that got you. You of all people should know it isn't a weakness to accept help. You are hurting because you didn't ask for help, Blaine, and despite what your mother thinks I will be here for you, even if it means pissing you off sometimes." Kurt was flushed and pouting, he wouldn't even look at Blaine now. There was a tense silence, one of very few that had ever occurred between them. Enough time passed for Blaine to adopt his best puppy dog look. He took Kurt's hand, wrapping an arm around his waist. He rested his chin on Kurt's shoulder and spoke quietly into his ear.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, I just wish you'd spoken to me about it first." Kurt pulled back enough to look, assessing Blaine's hazel-green eyes.

"I know you didn't, but sometimes you need to let people help you, OK? What time do you finish?"

"Um, four, why?" Blaine studied Kurt's expression, looking for any indication as to what he was thinking.

"Come to my house, I think we both deserve a relaxing night. Okay?" Blaine nodded and kissed Kurt tenderly goodbye.

Blaine arrived at Kurt's around five, having stopped at a cute little craft store to pick up a few things for Kurt. Lingering outside for a moment, he could hear music filtering under the door. He knew that sound. Kurt was playing piano. Blaine shut his eyes to fully enjoy the music, before realizing he would better appreciate it if he was on the other side of the door. He turned the knob and entered the apartment as quietly as he could, not wanting to disturb Kurt, He toed off his shoes and padded through the hall into the living room. Kurt was perched on a stool, eyes shut as he felt every note he played. Blaine seemed to recall the song; it was one Kurt used to play back in college, one of his own creations if he wasn't very much mistaken.

Blaine remained where he was, just watching Kurt, until the song ended. Kurt stretched and turned around, a smile spreading across his face when he noticed Blaine.

"Hey you," Blaine walked over and kissed Kurt tenderly. "I brought something for you," he said, handing Kurt the bag.

"I just figured something in there might inspire you." Kurt pulled out the array of ribbons, fabric and buttons Blaine had picked out with Kurt in mind.

"They're gorgeous Blaine, but you inspire me more, look." Kurt grabbed his sketch book and began flipping through to almost the last page, turning the book around so Blaine could see. Kurt had designed an outfit. A shorter than average suede jacket, black adorned with intricate red stitching and studs along the collar. Underneath was a white, slightly sheer shirt tucked into deep black jeans, rolled up to ankle level showing off burgundy wingtips. A simple silver chain was attached to the right shoe and a matching multi-chain brooch was fixed near the zipper of the jacket. Blaine took in all the detail with awe, including the side notes about fabrics and accessories around the edges of the page. He looked up at Kurt, who actually looked nervous as he awaited Blaine's response.

"Kurt, this – this is incredible. You're amazing." Kurt beamed and relaxed, pointing out different sections.

"So basically the jacket is the part of your personality that really inspired me. It's the part of you where you're tough, or more that's how you'd like people to see you, but as there are so many layers to that I added the stitching, which is red for obvious reasons. The shirt adds a little vulnerability to the whole thing, because I think you're most beautiful when you're vulnerable. Kind of because you only show that when you have no other choice and usually around me. I'm not gonna lie the jeans are skinny because you look hot in them, but I kept them turned up, I know you prefer them that way. The chain accessories kind of symbolize to me the way you keep yourself chained, but they are optional. Wingtips of course are a Blaine style staple, so I just shook them up a bit."

Kurt stopped talking long enough to look at Blaine, who was staring at Kurt with eyes filled with love.

"You did this for me." It wasn't a question; it was more as though Blaine was trying to wrap his head around it.

"Of course I did, I was having trouble with a client's design, so I thought I'd go back to basics, just draw from my own inspiration. Turns out, that was you. This is the result."

Blaine just smiled at Kurt and leaned up to capture his lips in a deep, perfect kiss. He savored every sensation, hardly believing he was getting a second chance with this man. He felt Kurt smile into the kiss and pulled him closer, so he was practically sitting on Blaine's knee. Kurt ran his tongue along Blaine's lower lip, earning him entrance to Blaine's mouth. A quiet moan slipped from Blaine's lips and the temperature in the room heightened considerably.

Suddenly there were hands everywhere, pulling at clothes, running through hair, feeling every single inch of skin. Not wasting a second. Kurt pushed Blaine back onto the sofa, climbing over until he was straddling his hips.

He moved his lips slowly, teasingly down the column of Blaine's neck, using his memory to tell him where felt best for Blaine. Blaine's hands roamed across Kurt's bare back, committing to memory every muscle, every curve. Kurt reached Blaine's chest and ran his finger tips down both Blaine's sides while he kissed and nipped at the tan skin beneath his lips. He leaned back a little to take in the sight before him. Blaine was all toned muscle, nipped in waist, and smatterings of dark curly hair. Kurt traced the trail of hair that disappeared into Blaine's jeans with his index finger, listening closely to the noises leaving Blaine as he writhed beneath Kurt.

Out of nowhere Blaine grabbed Kurt's hips and flipped them over. He pinned Kurt's hands above his head and nuzzled at his neck and shoulders, dropping butterfly kisses all over. He took one of Kurt's nipples into his mouth, gently sucking it then letting go and moving onto the other one. Just listening to Kurt and worshiping the body in front of him was enough for Blaine, right now. He released Kurt's hands and ran a single finger along the skin just above Kurt's Jeans before popping open the perfectly round metal button and pushing at the denim almost urgently. Kurt raised his hips so Blaine could remove his jeans easier, kicking off his socks. He grabbed Blaine's t-shirt and rolled it up and over Blaine's head, throwing it over the back of the sofa. The rest of their clothes followed in quick succession until they were pressed against each other, hard and aching. Their breathing filled the room creating a hot, lust filled atmosphere. This wasn't the first time they had done this, but everything felt new and so raw.

Kurt's heart expanded at the sight of Blaine, so willing to take this step with him despite everything he had been through. He looked into those amber eyes, the love and caring he found there nearly overwhelming him. Instead of tearing up, he just kissed any part of Blaine he could reach. Blaine sighed softly and traced his fingers over Kurt's lightly toned stomach, his hand coming to rest on his lower abdomen.

"There was only ever you." Kurt's voice broke the silence. "Brett and I, we... you know we did stuff, but never..." Kurt trailed off with a soft sigh. Blaine just kissed him.

"I don't care what you've done in the time we were apart. I love you, you love me. That's all I need to know. This is right." Kurt smiled, happiness shining through every pore of his being. He didn't need to question Blaine to know the same was true in reverse. They were right for each other. They moved together in perfect synch, feeling every heartbeat between them. Blaine sat Kurt up, able to communicate with a look exactly what he wanted. Kurt left him temporarily to get lube, not wanting to hurt Blaine.

When he returned Blaine was waiting, beaming up at Kurt like he was the whole world to him. He sat next to Blaine and flipped the lid open, pouring just the right amount of the slippery substance onto his fingers, encouraging Blaine to straddle him and reaching round to begin preparing him. He worked Blaine open, listening to every sound dropped from those gorgeous lips to direct him. When Blaine began trying to fuck himself on Kurt's fingers, Kurt figured he was ready.

He slid his fingers out of Blaine, who instantly positioned himself over Kurt's hard cock. They looked into each other's eyes and Blaine pushed himself down on Kurt, stilling when Kurt was fully buried inside him. He let his eyes fall closed for a few seconds, just taking in the surreal emotions rushing around his body. The last time someone had done this to him he had been scared and broken; this couldn't be more different. He had never felt safer than when he was with Kurt.

He began to move up and down, bracing himself by placing his hands on Kurt's shoulders. Every now and then Kurt placed sporadic kisses along the length of Blaine's neck, eliciting small moans and whimpers. Kurt began snapping his hips up to meet Blaine's movements, the heat pooling in his stomach. He pulled Blaine close and whispered in his ear.

"I'm so close baby." Blaine sped up, ignoring the protesting pains in his legs from so much exertion. When Kurt's head fell back onto the sofa and his hips stuttered to a languid stop Blaine wrapped a hand around his own cock and with a few frantic pulls he was right there with Kurt, spurting come between them both. His head rested in the crook of Kurt's neck while they both came down. Kurt pressed a few chaste kisses to Blaine's head before Blaine pulled off Kurt carefully, knowing how overly sensitive he was. He collapsed beside Kurt, kissing his shoulder before going limp, his limbs feeling heavy and over used.

Kurt turned his head to face Blaine, smiling happily.

"I love you, you know?" Blaine looked through his eyelashes at his boyfriend.

"I know, I love you too."