He rang Kurt and they laughed about it and though Kurt sounded wary, Blaine was happy. They could put it behind them and set about decorating Blaine's apartment. He'd moved in a few weeks prior, but having spent so much time at Kurt's he hadn't done much more than put his new furniture in the right rooms. Boxes still lined the walls, some unopened, others joyfully spilling their contents into the area around them. He thought he'd better get the furniture into place before attacking the many boxes.

**

He cranked the stereo and changed into grey sweatpants and a paint- daubed tank top ready to shift his heavy book shelves and sofa. Once these were where he wanted them he set about putting shelves up in the bedroom. Sweat trickled down his forehead into the thick eyebrows while he lifted the biggest and consequently heaviest shelf into position - just as the doorbell rang.

"One minute!" He yelled and heaved the almost white hunk of wood into place. Satisfied that it wasn't going anywhere he grabbed a towel and headed for the door. A bright smiling, suitably dressed down Kurt stood in the doorway clutching two polystyrene filled coffee cups and a canvas bag flung over one shoulder, which jangled mysteriously.

"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" The twinkle in Kurt's eyes practically had Blaine melting, as he stood to ones side to let Kurt in he wiped at his face with the towel. He definitely did not admire Kurt's hips as he entered the apartment. Nope, definitely not.

"Do I get to find out what's in the bag?" Kurt turned slowly on the spot, hungrily looking Blaine up and down, taking in the way the dark hair was plastered to his forearms, the way it dripped torturously down his clavicle before returning his gaze to honey coloured eyes.

"After coffee... and a kiss." He placed the coffees and bag on the table and moved toward his boyfriend, pulling Blaine to him with a hand placed on his neck and waist. He kissed him chastely, caressing the back of his neck with his elegant fingers. They looked at each other for a second before Kurt turned to grab the slowly cooling coffees, handing one to Blaine and turning to assess the room. Blaine watched him knowing better than to interrupt. Kurt revolved slowly on the spot, taking in every detail; he turned back to Blaine and pointed towards the other rooms.

"Can I?" Blaine gestured for him to go ahead, remaining where he was to cool down a little, he turned the stereo down a tad and heard Kurt muttering from the kitchen.

Blaine chuckled and sat down, sipping his coffee. Before he knew it Kurt would reappear full of suggestions and generally change everything he had done so far.

Ten minutes later Kurt emerged and began rifling through the canvas bag he'd brought with him, taking out colour swatches.

"Come on part-timer, let’s go sort out these rooms." Blaine took a last sip of his coffee and followed Kurt into the bathroom.

"Okay, so the suite is pretty new and inoffensive, so I think some muted colours to tone in with the silver taps and cabinet will do in here, which colour do you prefer?" Kurt flipped through his chart and showed Blaine a deep grey and a steel blue. Blaine grinned, gave Kurt a kiss on the cheek and pointed to the blue.
"The grey's too dark for me." Kurt held both up to the wall speculatively.

"Hmm, good choice Mr Anderson. There might be hope for you yet!" He shoved Blaine playfully and moved on to the bedroom.

"Okay, here you need a major move around. The placement of your bed is just wrong. If you put it against this wall instead you'll have much more room, the... um shelf is good though..." Kurt raised a questioning eyebrow at his boyfriend.

"Yeah I just got that one up as you got here, I have another, smaller one to put above it yet." Blaine grabbed his zip-up hoody, feeling cold now he wasn't moving heavy furniture around. Kurt nodded in agreement with this.

"Have you thought about colours in here? Your bedding is fairly generic being monochrome, so we could carry that through the whole room or we can inject a bit of colour." Blaine surveyed the room for a moment before answering.

"Keep it simple in here, there's red in the living room and I'm sure you'll have suggestions for the kitchen." Kurt knew Blaine was teasing him so he just pushed lightly at his arm and exited the room, his nose cast humorously in the air as he went. Blaine laughed and followed him. He was somewhat surprised when instead of going into the kitchen to assess more decor, Kurt flopped onto the settee instead, reaching out with grabby hands for Blaine to join him. Blaine settled next to him and instantly found his arms full of warm snuggly Kurt.

"Mmm, this is nice." Blaine buried his nose in Kurt's soft hair, inhaling deeply the smell of comfort, of home, of Kurt. Kurt murmured in agreement as his fingers walked their way under Blaine's tank top and dragged teasingly along the skin just above his waistband. He grinned, feeling Blaine's stomach muscles jump beneath his fingers.

"Kurt!" Blaine's hand tightened its grip on Kurt's side momentarily, flexing when Kurt began dropping feather light kisses along his stomach, stopping a second to nuzzle lightly in the dark curls smattered there before carrying on his path. Heat coursed through Blaine's body fast as fire, he arched into Kurt's touch as his boyfriend straddled him and latched onto his collarbone. Blaine slipped his hand under Kurt's shirt, grazing the skin beneath with calloused finger tips, his heart pounding violently turning his breathing into ragged pants under Kurt's ministrations.

Kurt's tongue pressed and flicked against over-heated skin while his fingers worked on getting Blaine shirtless. He gave up, choosing instead to sit back a little, pulling Blaine with him as he dragged the tank top up over Blaine's tan torso and flinging it across the room and surging back in to kiss Blaine passionately. Blaine's tongue slid along Kurt's lip, begging entry, which Kurt granted hungrily pushing his fingers just beneath the waistband of Blaine's sweat pants, a loud groan escaped his boyfriend’s throat and hips bucked up into the touch.

"Eager much?" Kurt practically gasped the teasing sentence against Blaine's lips, heat shooting up his spin at the muffled groan that answered him. He removed his hand form Blaine's waist and began undoing the three buttons on his own jeans, hoping to relieve some of the pressure against his straining cock; he fumbled for a few moments before the buttons popped open. He glanced up to find Blaine watching him through dark, lust filled eyes, he smirked at his boyfriend before shoving his hand roughly down Blaine's pants and taking a firm hold of the throbbing cock begging for attention. Blaine's eyes fluttered shut and he let his head fall back on the back of the sofa as Kurt began to stroke him slowly, almost torturously.

Blaine brought his hand up to palm Kurt through his deep blue boxers, the other hand snaking around his waist as Kurt's breathing deepened. Kurt quickened his pace, with an added twist every few strokes causing Blaine to moan and push his hand inside Kurt's underwear and grasp hold of him. Pleasure coarsed through Kurt's veins, a high pitched groan tumbled from his lips. He leant his forehead against Blaine as they matched each others rhythm, breathing heavily, eyes locked onto Blaine's. He gripped Blaine's neck possessively as he felt the familiar tension low in his stomach, judging by the sweat dripping down Blaine's forehead he wasn't the only one who was close. One, two, three, four more strokes and Blaine's eyes clamped shut, come coating Kurt's hand and his one stomach. Kurt followed his euphoria within seconds, gasping out his boyfriends name as his neck snapped back in complete ecstasy.

They panted their way back to reality, drinking in the sight of each-other looking utterly debauched. A sly grin worked its way onto Blaine's face when Kurt began to disentangle himself, disorientated in his sated state. He collapsed next to Blaine on the sofa, trying to swat meekly at his now giggling lover.

"So... that shower; built for two?" He gave up swatting and looked at Blaine coquettishly. Blaine's eyebrows disappeared into his hairline and he nodded enthusiastically.

"Definitely."