Blaine's alarm went off and he blindly slapped the top of it, officially shutting it up. It was monday morning and he had to go back to work, his eyes flickered open and he realized he was in bed alone. He got up and pulled on his sweat pants, a brief check around the house confirmed that it was empty, but the two cardboard boxes in the trash and the bed by the fire was proof that the last few days weren't a dream.

Blaine went for a badly needed shower, and let the slightly to hot water run over him as he reviewed the weekend's events in his mind. This all happened so fast, but it was so, so good, and most defiantly the best sex of his life...

But where was Kurt now? Reason told Blaine that it was Monday morning, and Kurt was here for a purpose, that he had just left to go to work... But there was always a part of Blaine, which he most likely had his father to thank for, that had to over analyze everything. Maybe he wasn't good enough, maybe he did something wrong, or a fun few days was all Kurt wanted... What if he never saw him again? No that's stupid, it's a small town, he's bound to run into him some time... But what if he avoids him? Or if when they do bump into each other it's awkward, and all nice weather and I've got to go?

Blaine leaned his arms against the wall and let the water wash over his back, why do I do this to myself. He finally left the shower with just enough time to through on some clothes and go, with thoughts of Kurt, still heavy on his mind.

~//~

Kurt walked out the front door of his hotel's lobby and onto the streets of Telluride for the second time in his visit, he took a deep breath of crisp mountain air, a smile on his face and his head held high. Yes, was looking forward to this day. He was about to walk into a business where he was automatically above everyone, and the feeling was invigorating. Not that he was obsessed with power or anything, it was just the idea that he would be highly respected as a person and a designer, and people would really listen to what he had to say.

He made his way down to the hotel parking garage, his mid-calf boots clipping against the cement as his long strides carried him down the sidewalk. If you'd told him when he was scared to death and coming out to his dad at fifteen in his basement bedroom, that he would be living in New York as a multi favorite up and coming designer, he would have called you crazy!

In fact when he got excepted to the New York Acadamy of Dramatic Arts his senior year of high school he thought he had his whole life planned out, live in a shoe box appartement with his best friend Rachel, and get a few bit parts on "off Broadway" stages while struggling though college, graduate with honors, and finally get his big break where he'd star in a big time broadway show and make more money than he had ever dreamed of!

But he needed a job to support himself, and when right after moving to New York, he landed a paid internship at Carolina Herrera New York everything changed. It turned out the only thing that rivaled his passion for wearing clothes, was his passion for designing them. Sure he had made a few pieces for himself when he was a teenager, one of which was a kilt he wore to his junior prom, which turned out to be a huge mistake. But to have his designs actually appreciated and to be told he really had a gift, especially since he had no formal training, was beyond exciting for him. And when half way through his sophomore year at NYADA, Carolina Herrera offered him a full time position and a chance to actually have designs included in the fall lines, it ment decisions had to be made.

There was no way he could work full time and keep up his grades at NYADA, but that ment dropping out of college completely to pursue fashion. It was a big leap, and a big risk and the very idea of it scared Kurt to death, if he dropped out of NYADA he would never get in again, and he was saying goodbye to his Broadway dream forever. But the more he worked in the fashion industry the more he fell in love with it, and the idea of letting it slip through his fingers became more and more painful. And his dad always said 'If you're not scared, it just means you're not stick'n your neck out far enough'

Fianlly after many supportive talks with his dad and more than a few sleepless nights, Kurt excepted the full time position, and dropped out of NYADA. And that fall over fifty of his designs were featured in a variety of Herrera's lines and they were more than successful, and at nineteen he was the youngest person to ever have his designs see the light of day at Carolina Herrera New York. After that things just took off, he climbed the proverbial ladder in the company, and obtained more and more influence, and the bigger his office got, the bigger his paychecks got.

During the first summer break after Kurt took his full time position, Rachel went home to Lima until the next semester started and Kurt moved onto the thirty-eighth floor of 95 Wall Luxury Apartments, and when Rachel came back she opted to move in with her current boyfriend, and although Kurt always kept a second bedroom open for her, Rachel had never occupied it.

And now three years later his big leap of faith turned out to be the best decision of his life. He was this close to getting his own label, and this job in Telluride was just what he needed to push it over the top.

Just a few weeks before he had flown his father and step-mother to New York, first class of course, for his twenty-first birthday celebration, and told them in person, and he thought his dad was going to explode. He wound up getting a hug that was far to tight and his dad telling nearly everyone they came into contact with that night. His father was already so proud of everything he had accomplished, he always knew he would do great things. Which is why Kurt's christmas gift the year before had been to completely pay off his mortgage for the house and 'Hummel Tires and Lube'.

Of course his dad had protested at first, but Kurt had instead he was just paying him back for eighteen years of financial and emotional support, and when both men had tears in their eyes his father finally excepted the gift, and hugging his son, told him he'd always be there for him.

But Kurt really felt it was his time to be there for him, and with his own label he could retire his dad for good, and send him and his wife on a world tour if he wanted! It was just one of the many reasons he had to do well with this opportunity his company had entrusted him with.

He pulled up to the office building and took one last deep breath before heading inside to find the right floor for 'Rose's Designs', this was it, this was his time. And he was ready.

~//~

When Kurt found himself walking back out the door, it was just after five and his first day had gone amazingly! Everyone had been friendly and welcoming and his ideas were well received, and as for Rose herself, she was a wonderful person and very bright, it was easy to see why his company had chosen to invest in the first place.

But the day was over now and Kurt was on a mission. He talked to a few of the women he had worked with over the course of the day and had learned of an open air market just down the road. It was only a few minutes before he arrived at the market and parked in the small gravel lot, it looked absolutely lovely!

At the edge of the large metal cover a small sign boasted that everything for sale was locally grown and certified organic, Kurt bounced on his toes and clasped his hands together as a tiny squeak escaped him. He look in to see long rows of tables with different venders behind each one, a few other shoppers where milling around and making small talk and the cold mountain air was crisp and refreshing. Kurt made his way to the first table and stopped in front of it scanning it with a smile "Oh, what beautiful colors!" he praised and looked up at the woman behind the table who was in her late fifties and positively beaming "Well, thank you!" she said proudly "Your new in town aren't you? My names Annabelle" she said with a smile and extended a hand.

"Kurt, nice to meet you" he shook her hand and continued to look over her vegetables, picking out just the right ingredients, "And can I get on of those reusable shopping bags?" he asked when he'd made his selections and pointed behind the counter "Sure thing. You know, you should check out Toni's Bar on Second Street." she said placing his items in the bag as she watched him carefully "A young man about your age works there, Blaine, I think you two would really get along" she grinned.

Kurt studied a small basket of tomatoes on the table as a blush nearly the same color crept across his cheeks "Ya... Ya, we've met" he said and ducked his head a little more to try and hide the embarrassingly large grin that spread across his face, and Annabelle nodded, "Well, here you go" she said handing him the bag with a knowing smile "It's on the house this time" she said and Kurt looked up at her prepared to argue but she shook her head and held up a hand to stop him "Nope, consider it a welcome to the neighborhood " she laughed and made a wide arm gesture "Besides once you taste those zucchini, you'll be back" she wagged her finger at him "I certainly will, thank you so much! It was lovely to meet you"

With that he wondered across the way to look over some of the other produce, but he didn't miss the way Annabelle scurried to the next table over when she though he wasn't looking and start talking animatedly with the woman there, who in turn smiled brightly, while they both watched him shop.

~//~

Blaine leaned against the counter, the bar was nearly completely empty, not that he really minded today. It was about ten till seven, when he was supposed to get off, and Don came walking through the front door, a few greetings were aimed in his direction as he headed back to stand by Blaine, who didn't even bother straightening up.

"Hey, kid" he clapped him on the back when he reached his side "You ok?" he asked, concern hedging his voice "Ya, I'm good" Blaine replied sounding deep in thought "It's not your dad is it?" Don asked pointedly, becoming very seriously and Blaine stood up right away "No, no... It's just, I've, got a lot on my mind I guess" Blaine reassured him, over some of their long talks during slow nights the full story of his father had come out and ever since Don had felt very protective over him "Ok" he nodded and squinted at him, "Why don't you go ahead and take off" he smiled at Blaine "And let me know of you need anything"

Blaine took his time walking home, enjoying the fresh air and brisk wind, and letting the serenity of the town calm his mind for a bit.

When he reached his house and stepped inside the smells from the kitchen hit him like a brick wall, it smelled like heaven and Chef Gordan Ramsey's kitchen rolled into one. He made his way to the kitchen and quietly turned the corner just in time to see Kurt dip a spoon in a sauce pan and bring it to his lips, and of course let out a humming moan.

"You know, for a burglar, you're not a very good one" Blaine joked and Kurt looked up at him with a bright smile "Ohmygod, I'm so glad you're home!" he bounce slightly "I wasn't sure when you'd be off, so I started dinner as soon as I got here, and you, have perfect timing" he babbled happily and turned back to the stove, Blaine slid up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist, resting his chin on Kurt's shoulder "You promised me I could cook tonight, remember?" Kurt needlessly reminded him "Oh I remember" Blaine assured him.

"But, I think you need to taste... That" Blaine pointed to one of the dishes in a skillet and Kurt smirked as he got a small bite on a large wooden spoon, and made a loud exaggerated moan as he ate it "That good hhm?" Blaine questioned and Kurt nodded "It's beyond delicious" he drug out the word and Blaine let a mischievous hand slide down and cup him through his jeans, as he kissed his neck and he was a little surprised to find out Kurt really was half hard "Oh shit, I'm not kidding though Blaine, I'm gonna come in my pants if you do that" Kurt groaned and Blaine sucked at the spot he'd been kissing "Hmmm, we can't have that" Blaine replied and rubbed his hand upward against him before backing away and Kurt popped him on the arm "Go wash up, this is almost ready"

"Yes mother" Blaine said cheekily and headed for his bathroom. When he was out of Kurt's sight he did a little happy dance, Kurt as here, in his kitchen, cooking him dinner and everything was fine. All that worrying was for nothing, and Blaine let out a happy sigh.

When he got back the food was on his little dinning room table and Kurt was pouring them glasses of wine. Blaine smiled laid a chaste kiss on his cheek as he pick up his glass and Kurt followed him to the table. They sat down and somehow the whole thing was very intimate, and Blaine took his first bite "Wow.. You weren't kidding" he conceded and Kurt nodded proudly "Oh, sorry for taking off this morning by the way, but I couldn't really go for my first day in two day old skinny jeans and a shirt with no buttons" he snickered and Blaine smiled.

"So, how was your first day?" Blaine asked taking a sip of his wine, which complimented the food perfectly "Oh, it was great!" Kurt's smile went all the way up to his eyes as the events of his day spilled out of his mouth and about everything that had happened and the one woman who didn't like him and was quite a bitch, but he didn't mind because everyone else was so nice.

Blaine watched him talk and enjoyed his food, and suddenly this was all he wanted, for the rest of the time Kurt was in town, until they couldn't be together anymore, he wanted this. To come home and have dinner and listen to everything that had happened to Kurt that day and share his own stories and fall asleep with him in his arms.

Blaine is feeling bold...

"Stay with me."

"What?" Kurt cocks his head at the request that seems to have come out of nowhere.

"Stay with me, for the rest of month. Check out of your hotel, and stay here" he clarifies, never faltering.

And Kurt is feeling brave...

"Ok"