"So tonight's the night," Tina teases, sliding into place at the table, opposite Blaine, and flashing him a knowing smile as he blushes and ducks his head bashfully. "Are you excited to finally sleep with this man you've got this enormous crush on?"

"Well, another day, another client, another pregnancy," Blaine jokes, covering the fast pace of his heartbeat, the electricity thrumming through his body at the idea of Kurt's hands on him, entwined with him all through the night.

Blaine can't help the excitement humming beneath his skin all through the day, as he flits around his room, tidying and double-checking everything, waiting for the phone to ring, nervously choosing and changing his outfit until he finally settles on what are probably the tightest jeans he owns and an equally tight polo, tying his bowtie just so, absolutely perfect, feeling a frisson of excitement at leaving his hair loose of its gel and forgoing underwear.

Emma knocks three times on the door at precisely eight o'clock, and Blaine leaps to his feet to answer, Kurt smiling shyly at him as Emma pushes him lightly in the small of the back and leaves them alone with a warm smile and a wink to Blaine.

Silence reigns between them, filled with tension and words they're both too afraid to say, until Kurt says, "I don't know how we're supposed to do this," sitting down on the edge of the bed, shoes still on and polished to a perfect shine, drawing his lower lip between his teeth.

"Someone once told me," Blaine breathes, dropping to his knees in front of Kurt and slowly unlacing his shoes, savouring every moment, "that every intimate encounter you ever have in your life starts with a touch." He drags his eyes up Kurt's legs, over his hips and waist and chest, to meet his eyes. "We could start with just a touch of the fingertips." His mouth is dry as he slides their fingers together, Kurt's fingers warm, a flush rising in his cheeks as Kurt's eyelashes flutter slightly.

Blaine slowly lifts himself up from his knees, the bedsprings squeaking softly as he sits down beside Kurt. "And maybe you'd...you'd cup my cheek," he murmurs, voice a little rough, and Kurt does just that. His skin is so soft, and his touch sends electricity singing through Blaine and he leans into it just a little. "Then I could put my hands on your waist and move a little closer." Kurt's eyes are dark and shining and wanting as Blaine shuffles close, trailing a bare foot down Kurt's calf. "And then we'd just...get lost in the moment."

Kurt moves first to kiss him, slow and deep, hand creeping around to the back of Blaine's neck, scratching at the curls at the base of his neck, and Blaine's hands slide up Kurt's sides, over his shoulders, momentarily framing his face before sinking into his hair as Kurt lowers them into the bed, hands running over clothed skin until Kurt pulls away for a quick breath and Blaine tentatively suggests, "Maybe we should take some clothes off?"

Shirts are shed quickly, and Kurt's hand are exploring Blaine's skin, mapping newly-revealed territory, his expression one of wonderment as he leans in for another sweet kiss. "You're more beautiful than I ever imagined," he whispers, pressing closer, their chests dragging deliciously together, making Blaine's fingers clench into Kurt's hair.

"You...you thought about me?" he asks softly, stifling a groan when Kurt finds the sensitive spot low on his neck and flicks his tongue expertly against the skin, kissing and scraping his teeth against it and dragging a quiet moan from Blaine before he can choke it back.

"Every night," Kurt promises, sliding over Blaine, every muscle of his body pressed close to him, and Blaine feels the outline of Kurt's cock for the first time, pushing into his stomach, and arousal thrills through him, the throbbing between his legs intensifying. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. The way you taste, the way you smell, the way you feel pressed up against me, the way you could look underneath your polos and bowties, the way you might sound when I was lucky enough to touch you for the first time." He meets Blaine's eyes, his very dark beneath the fringe of lashes. "Do you think about me?"

"Always," Blaine breathes, and Kurt kisses him again, so much more intense, hands gliding down his neck and chest, smoothing over the skin, and after a moment his lips begin to follow the same path, and Blaine bites the side of his hand to stifle a cry at the damp warmth of Kurt's mouth and tongue dragging over his skin, squirming a little beneath him. "I think about how you feel when you're close, I think about how you kiss me, how it feels with you on top of me. I think about the way you just smile and it makes my heart race, because I always knew that one day you'd be kissing me and smiling so we can -oh- so we can make a baby."

"We're not just making a baby," Kurt says softly, cupping Blaine's cheek tenderly even as his other hand works first Blaine's, then his own jeans open and pushes them down as far as he can, a flush rising rapidly up his neck into his cheeks when he realises Blaine's lack of underwear.

"We're not?" Blaine asks, eyes curious and innocent and bright as he looks up at Kurt. No one has ever said something so romantic to him, neither of his attempts at relationships made it to behind a closed bedroom door, and it's always been his understanding with clients that they're with him to get what they paid for, nothing more.

"We're making love," Kurt whispers, and Blaine feels the blush rising in his cheeks, because no one has ever said something so sweet, so intimate to him before, and Kurt's baring himself for him, more than just physically, opening his arms and his heart. He blinks back the tears prickling behind his eyes, and smiles up at Kurt, dizzyingly happy, wrapping his arms around him for another long kiss.

They part momentarily to rid themselves of their remaining clothes, and reconnect smiling shyly, pressing close and intimate, slick with sweat and trembling with want, and Kurt slides his hands down Blaine's sides, his gaze so piercing Blaine looks away, blushing hotly. Kurt's hand is warm on his cheek as he turns Blaine's head to kiss him, sweet and deep and so intimate Blaine wants to cry. Kurt leans down, brushing a gentle kiss against his cheek, and asks, "Do you need any...preparation before we do this? Like, fingers, or some sort of toy?"

"No one else has ever done it, and I don't need it," Blaine says softly, brushing Kurt's hair out of his eyes even as a sudden frisson of desire skitters down his spine at the idea of Kurt opening him up, those long, slender fingers inside him, or working the vibrator hidden in the bottom drawer of his nightstand in and out of him, opening him up to take Kurt inside, for Kurt to stretch him with the cock that he can feel, long and hard and thick and hot against him.

"But you want it," Kurt whispers, and Blaine nods fervently at the scratch of Kurt's stubble against his cheek. "I've done some research, since I've never been with a carrier before, and I know what you could want." He flushes and ducks his head as he murmurs, "I might even have watched some...instructional videos."

Blaine breath hitches at the thought of Kurt watching porn, with that wonderful absorbed expression on his face as he tries to learn how to make Blaine feel good. The first real moan falls from his lips when Kurt slides his fingers down and nervously circles his stiff clit. "Feel good?" he asks softly.

"So-ohgood," Blaine gasps out, rutting his hips down for more of Kurt's touch as he grows more confident, and Kurt's groaning at his every moan, thrusting his erection against Blaine's stomach, lowering his mouth to Blaine's, kissing off-centre and hard, sloppy and wet and too much tongue, more often than not just panting and moaning half-utterance of each other's names into each other's mouths.

"I'm ready," Blaine growls out after five minutes of kissing and moaning and Kurt's fingers working in and out of him. "Please, Kurt, I need you in me. I want you so bad." Kurt presses a finger to his lips to keep him quiet as he withdraws his fingers, and Blaine covers his mouth with his hand to keep from crying out loud enough to wake the entire centre when Kurt pushes into him. "Kurt,God, oh my God,please."

"Wow," Kurt breathes, meeting his eyes, breathless and ecstatic and disbelieving. "Oh,Blaine, you're so beautiful. You feel...feel so good around me. I just want to...this isn't going to last long, I'm sorry."

"Why should you be sorry?" Blaine asks softly, feeling the light of ecstasy dim a little inside, shifting his head to the side to avoid Kurt's eyes. "This isn't about making it last long. This is just making a baby. The quicker the better."

Kurt's finger hook around his chin and gently turn his head to look deep into his eyes, making Blaine feel weak in the knees even though he's lying down. "This isn't just about having a baby," he murmurs, kissing his jaw, nipping down his neck and to his chest, laying his head there and listening to the pounding of Blaine's heart. "This is about us. Taking this next step. And I want to make it perfect for you, but I'm just so close just from watching you, and you're so perfect and hot and tight, I just...I can't."

And it's Blaine's turn to reassure Kurt, stroking his hair gently, carding his fingers through the soft strands and smiling sweetly up at him. "It's okay," he promises softly. "I don't care if it's quick. I just want you to make love to me. I don't think I'll last long either."

Kurt kisses him then, deep and dirty and desperate, and Blaine moans roughly into his mouth, curling his hands into Kurt's hips, clinging hard and hoping to mark him, make him remember every time he undresses. Kurt's hips stutter at his touch and his lips go slack, both of them just panting into each other's mouths now, not kissing but simply lips pressed together and bodies sliding and writhing, pressing close and fervently desperate.

He comes first, with a cry of Kurt's name that he doesn't even try to muffle, pressing his face into Kurt's neck and kissing gently at the sensitive skin as Kurt continues thrusting, growing faster and faster until he groans, "Blaine!" and comes.

Kurt's getting up to leave when Blaine sits up and begs, "Please don't go. Stay with me. Just...stay." Kurt smiles at him and slides back into bed next to him, wrapping his arms around him and curling close, one hand spreading wide and warm over Blaine's stomach, and for a moment Blaine sees a flash of a future where he could lie in bed with Kurt's hand curved over a swollen, pregnant belly, with another child sleeping next door and rings on their fingers.

In hits him in a flash, running through his body and tingling like electricity in his fingers and toes, trying to escape and be expressed in any way possible.

He's in love with Kurt.