Ding.

Kurt looked down at his phone. New text: Blaine Anderson <3. He opened the message. Hey Sweetheart, how are you? Hard at work? Kurt looked up at the counter, trying to see if the barista had put his coffee up there. He opened a new message. Not quite yet. Have to get my afternoon coffee, and then home to lock myself in my room to try and get this paper done by tomorrow. What about you? Busy as ever with glee?

“Grande non-fat mocha!” the barista called. Kurt sent the message and stood, sliding his phone into his pocket and shouldering his bag. He grabbed his coffee, saying a quick thank you to the girl behind the counter and leaving the shop, stepping into the snowy streets of New York. The coffee shop was a small one, only a few blocks from his apartment with Rachel and Santana. His phone went off again, signaling another message.

Not as much right now. Taking a bit of a break. So you're going to be busy tonight?

Probably? Why? Did you want to Skype? Because I can.

No, it's okay. I don't want to keep you from your work. Kurt sighed as he read the message and put the key in the door, surprised to find that it was already unlocked. It was four o'clock on a Thursday, Rachel would be at rehearsal and Santana should still be at work. He shrugged, assuming that one of the two was home early for some reason. He shed his coat as he walked in the door and threw his keys down on the table. Taking a long drink of his coffee, he opened the bedroom door and almost dropped it in shock.

Sitting on his bed, hands cuffed to the headboard and wearing only his boxers was Blaine. Kurt composed himself, closing the door and going about his usual routine of setting down his bag, taking out his laptop, and sitting down to his desk to check his emails. He checked the reflection on his screen; Blaine was grinning widely. Kurt yawned and stretched, slipping out of his shirt as he did. Blaine shifted on the bed, and Kurt could see his growing erection. He smiled and stood, walking over to the bed. He saw Blaine's phone sitting next to him, the speaking app up for him to just speak his texts. He shook his head.

“You always show up unannounced.” He noticed on the bed stand a bowl filled with a solid block of ice. “What is that?”

Blaine blushed. “I asked Santana to take the key to the cuffs and freeze it in there overnight. So I'd be stuck here.” Kurt felt his cock start to harden even more. His phone dinged again. Still in a bit of a stunned silence, he pulled his phone out.

Have fun tonight, boys. From Santana Lopez.

“I am going to kill her,” Kurt said. “But not before I thank her profusely,” he added, as he stripped out of his pants and climbed onto the bed.