Author's Notes: When they arrived back in New York they both headed back to Kurt's apartment, Kurt had made it clear he didn't want to be alone and really, Blaine wasn't sure he should be. Still no tears had fallen and he seemed to be avoiding the whole subject. Blaine was more worried about him now than he'd been in a long time. They way Kurt just resumed his life had left a lot of people startled. He'd tried to go back to work the day after they landed and was instantly shooed by Caryn who rang Blaine instantly.

"What the hell was he thinking?" Her voice cut through the static on the line easily.

"I don't know, he sneaked out while I was still asleep, he isn't really processing any of this." Blaine rubbed his hand roughly over his face, he wasn't sleeping well as it was, now worrying further about Kurt... he was exhausted.

"Hmm, I can see that. The shops running fine, we're just finishing designs he left behind. I told him that but I don't think he was really listening."

"Probably not... Oh, wait I think he's just got back, I'll speak to you later Caryn." The line clicked and Blaine stood to face the door. Kurt was standing with his back to him, removing his coat and shoes. He jumped a little when he turned around.

"Jeez Blaine, give me some warning next time." He continued into the kitchen, turning the tap on so he could do the washing up... all two mugs of it. Blaine reached around him, turning the tap off again and gently guided Kurt around to face him.

"Want to tell me where you went his morning?" Kurt raised an eyebrow at Blaine, leaning against the cabinet behind him.

"You know, I get the strangest feeling you already know." He smirked as Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Cute. Why exactly did you try to go to work? We've not even been back in New York a full 24 hours." Kurt avoided his gaze. instead choosing to settle it on the kettle.

"I, I guess I just want to keep busy. I can't sit around doing nothing, it's not me. I need to be productive, and the apartment doesn't need cleaning, so..." Blaine watched him tangle his fingers together anxiously while he spoke and took them in his own, invading Kurt's space and forcing him to look at him.

"So go into your study and design, or we can go do something. There are a thousand things we can do that don't include you going to work right now." Kurt's expression turned mischeivious and Blaine laughed, dropping his head to shake it.

"Not that, I mean, I'm not adverse, but I think there are more... what was your word.. yes, productive things we could do."

They stood there looking at eachother for a minute.

"Okay, so I think we should go out... that look is going to be the death of me..." Kurt continued to eye Blaine mischeviously, he tugged him closer and dropped a sweet kiss onto his lips, loving the way Blaine's eyes automatically fluttered shut at the contact. He wastes no time, pushing back against Blaine until they stumble against the opposite counter, kisses turned heated and frantic, Kurt grasping at the material of Blaine's plain T-shirt.

"Kurt...God... are you sure you want... " His question was cut short as his brain short-circuited from Kurt's ministrations against his collarbone. He knew Kurt was probably just doing this to feel anything but the grief trying to consume him, but he hadn't the heart to deny him. His fingers grappled for purchase against the smooth surface behind him, finally wrapping around the edge, knuckles turning white with the effort of keeping himself upright as Kurt wound down his body. He groaned loudly, Kurt's eyes flicking back up to meet his.

"Bedroom. Now." Kurt's voice already sounded wrecked and he grabbed Blaine's wrist, tugging him through the apartment, kicking the bedroom door shut behind them before refocusing his attention on the man before him. Blaine's eyes had darkened to that delicious deep chocolate brown, he was panting slightly, looking up through his lashesat Kurt, begging to have him near him again. Kurt took deliberate steps towards his boyfriend and guided him to sit on the bed, pressing him back into the pillows, he captured Blaine's lips in a heated kiss, hands travelling under his thin T - shirt and circling his nipples lightly. Blaine struggled to stay in tune to everything Kurt was feeling, but it was really difficult when his clothes were being practically ripped off him. No words were exchanged for a good half hour while they rolled around the bed just letting eachother feel. They ended up lying diagonally across the bed, Kurt resting his head on Blaine's chest, thinking, his brow furrowed.

"Kurt?"

"Mmm?" He shifted his head slightly to glance up at Blaine's chin.

"I can hear the cogs turning. Penny for 'em?" He felt Kurt shift on his chest and squeezed his waist with the arm that was wrapped around his boyfriend. He was somewhat glad Kurt hadn't insisted on going any further physically right now.

"Just thinking I really hate that everything has changed." Blaine frowned, but remained silent until he heard where Kurt was coming from.

"I can't go to work, I don't want to shop, not even for materials, I can't... just can't talk to Carol and Finn right now. All I can do is stay home and you know I can't do that. It drives me crazy. I don't want to sit here doing nothing, it gives me too much time to think and I just can't yet Blaine. I can't." Kurt was steadily working himself up, trembling slightly and moving his arms around almost widly. Blaine ran a comforting hand up and down his back as he spoke, waiting for Kurt to calm a little before speaking.

"So don't." Kurt stopped and looked up at Blaine through his eyelashes.

"Don't just sit here, plan things to do, things you wouldn't ordinarily have the time for." He dropped his voice, speaking carefully. "Things perhaps your Dad wanted to do?" Kurt started at the direct mention of his Father, but appeared to be thinking through what Blaine had said.

"I guess I could plan some things." He remained quiet after that for a long time. Blaine just held him knowing he just needed the closeness right now.

**

Blaine must have fallen asleep at some point because when he woke Kurt's warm weight had disappeared and the bed felt cold without him. Blaine stumbled groggily out of the bedroom and into the living room where Kurt sat on the floor going through various leaflets and posters he'd collected over the years. Blaine settled himself behind Kurt, resting his stubbly chin on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt hummed his approval as Blaine's arms wound around his waist.

"What're you doing?" His voice was deep and scratchy from sleep.

"Planning." Kurt was focused, organising piles of leaflets from various attractions, museums... anything he hadn't had time to do over the last couple years.

"I can see that, anything in particular?" He strained his neck to see the piles being arranged meticulously.

"Um, this pile is stuff I've either done or don't want to, and this is the pile of stuff I want to do while this pile is stuff... um... Dad wants...wanted to do." His voice tapered off toward the end of the statement and he refocused himself on the task.

"Okay and top of that list is?"

"I kind of really want to do the Central Park Bike Tour. I know we've been to Central park a thousand times, but I bookmarked this a while ago and it's been in the back of my mind ever since. It just sounds really fun." He handed Blaine the leaflet a flicker of hope lighting faintly behind his eyes. Blaine nodded slowly thumbing through the information.

"Lets book it then." Kurt's mouth twisted into a small smile, the first signs of emotion Blaine had really seen from him since the funeral. Kurt cocked his eyebrow questioningly.

"You think?"

"I do, yeah I mean you have to book two days in advance anyway, so it gives you a couple days to rearrange or back out you know, if that's what you want." Kurt seemed to think for a few minutes before nodding decisively and setting the leaflet on the table.

"Come on, have a break from this and we'll make dinner." He pulled Kurt up from his spot on the floor and dragged him to the kitchen occupying his hands... and mind with preperations for dinner.