The next day was Friday, Kurt got up early for work but Blaine slept because he had to work the night shift. When Kurt got home that night they had about thirty minutes together before Blaine had to leave, he apologized profusely and Kurt just laughed. Blaine let him know he might be home later than expected because he had to help Don do inventory of all the liquor and unload the supply truck that would be coming by.

It turned out that was an understatement, Blaine came stumbling in at just past five in the morning and threw some wood on the fire. It turned out it was all a lot more work than he thought it would be and it took forever.

He somehow found his way to the bedroom and couldn't help but smile, Kurt was in his bed, his knees pulled up with a pillow tucked safely in his arms, and a tranquil smile on his face. Blaine striped down to his boxers and slid into the warm bed, carefully extracting the pillow from Kurt's arms. Kurt stirred but didn't wake, and once Blaine was laying beside him, he curled into his warmth and Blaine gladly wrapped his arms around him. Kurt nuzzled his face into Blaine's chest and sighed with contentment in his sleep, and it didn't take long at all for Blaine to join him.

~//~

When Blaine finally opened his eyes the sun is high in the sky and he was draped over Kurt's angled chest, he had one arm underneath him and the other going over his stomach and tucking in on the other side. He could feel one of Kurt's arms laying loosely around his shoulders but the other he couldn't feel at all.

He finally shifted to look up a Kurt's face and Kurt smiled down at him, he was sitting up slightly, leaning against the headboard with his iPhone in his hand, "Hey sleepy head, what time did you get in?" Kurt asked sweetly and started to rub lazily over his arm "Mmm, sometime after five" Blaine mumbled enjoying the feel of Kurt's gentle fingers on his skin, he glanced up at the clock on his night stand which displayed the time to be 12:30pm in bright red letters.

"Oh, shit... Sorry I slept so long" he groaned sleepily turning his face down into Kurt's chest "It's ok, you gave me a chance to catch up on my reading" Kurt replied with a smile, locking his phone as he slid it over onto the night table. He let his fingers tangle themselves into Blaine's terribly unruly locks "As much as I love spending all day in bed with you" He grinned "I want to get out today, see more of the town than just my office building and the inside of your cabin" he giggled "Maybe check out some shops?" he suggested still running his fingers through Blaine's hair "Mm-nm, sounds great" Blaine hummed back.

~//~

After getting out of bed, and then returning to bed, and finally making it to the shower, Kurt and Blaine found themselves walking into The Diner just after two o'clock.

"Well, hey! I see you're still around!" Beth's peppy voice announced her arrival at the side of their table "Ya, I can be hard to get rid of" Kurt said with a smile, wrinkling his nose up and Blaine got lost in his adorableness "Blaine?..." Beth's voice held a laughing under tone "Uh, what?" Blaine snapped out of his daze and looked up at her "Drink sweetheart?" she re-asked, not being able to stop her grin.

"Oh, ya, um sweet tea please" he responded and she quirked an eyebrow at him "Really?" she asked smacking her gum, in all the time she'd known him, he'd never ordered an ice tea "Yaa..." Blaine's cheeks turned pink and he rubbed the back of his neck "I'm uh... I'm a little dehydrated" his blush turned even deeper and Beth suppressed a giggle.

"You boys want an appetizer?" she asked changing the subject "Oh, god yes I'm starving! Texas Cheese Fries please!" Blaine said with a grin and Beth nodded before turning away from the table. "You have got to be kidding me" Kurt looked pointedly at Blaine who shrugged "What?" he asked, his grin only growing bigger, and Kurt shook his head.

The little bell that signaled the door being opened chimed through the restaurant and Kurt reflexively glanced in its direction "fuck" he hissed and slunk back in his side of the booth trying to get as far out of sight as he could "What?" Blaine asked following his line of vision, a woman in a ghastly bright pink snow suit was coming through the door "That's the bitch! The one that I have to work with!" Kurt said in a low voice peaking over the back of the booth.

"Oh, Robin?" Blaine asked a little to loudly for Kurt's taste "Ssshh, yes! Don't look!" he quietly snapped when he noticed Blaine staring, and Blaine pressed his lips hard together to repress a laugh. "But you're looking..." he stated in a low amused voice "That's different" Kurt informed him "I just really don't want to have to deal with her on my day off!"

They watched the woman walk up to the counter and appear put off even though she was greeted promptly by Beth, they exchanged a few words and Beth set a brown paper bag that had been stapled shut up on the counter and Robin fished out her wallet. She pulled out a few bills and handed them to Beth before picking up her package and walking haughtily out the door. Beth opened the till and counted out the bills as she put them in their proper places and rolled her eyes as she picked up a single dime and dropped it into the tip jar.

Kurt snorted in disgust "What'd I say" he straightened back up once she was gone and re-situated his outfit and then Beth was back to drop off their drinks and get their order and just about the time she scribbled her last note down, there was a ding in service window. A moment later the largest plate of fries Kurt had ever seen was being slid between them and the liquid cheese was practically dripping over the side. "Oh good god!" his eyes went wide and his mouth fell open a bit "Why is it so huge!" he asked and Blaine snorted, earning him a sharp look.

"That's why they're Texas Cheese Fries" Blaine smirked pulling one slowly off the pile "Right..." Kurt rolled his eyes and leaned back in the booth, crossing his arms over his chest. Blaine ate a few more fries and pushed the plate slightly toward Kurt who shook his head, keeping his lips in a tight line. "Oh, but they're so delicious!" Blaine tried to tempt him as he ate another one.

"Well... They look gross..." Kurt said looking down at the plate, but his stomach betrayed him as it emitted a low rumbling growl and he groaned "Greasy food a problem for you?" Blaine asked watching him eye the plate hungrily "ALL food is a problem for me" Kurt lamented and let his fingers go out to grasp the tip of a particularly cheesy fry, he pulled it out and cheese dripped off it back onto the pile, he eyed it carefully before finally deciding place it in his mouth.

His eyes slipped closed and he cut off a moan in his throat, he wasn't giving Blaine the satisfaction. "fuck..." he groaned and proceeded to eat another one "Do you have a gym in this town? Because I'm gonna need one!" Kurt asked flatly and Blaine shook his head "Not that I know of..."

"I swear now I know how Hansel and Gretel felt" he sighed as he ate another one "Oh, it's not that bad.." Blaine countered "Well, eating tons of fatty food seems to work for you... What's your secret?" Kurt asked with a smile, Blaine did have a very nice body "Well, I used to take boxing back at Dalton, I was also on the Lacrosse Team..." he shrugged and Kurt raised an eyebrow "Really?"

"Mm, but I think, it's mostly do to the fact I like to run... I mean like, a lot. Whenever I had to spend an extended period of time at home, sometimes I would just, take off and run, I'd run until my legs hurt... It gave me time away from everything, time to think, and calm down, clear my head.. And then I just kind of, fell in love with it, so it got to where I ran all the time..." he shrugged off his own confession, but Kurt didn't, once again he felt bad for the home life Blaine had had, and wished he could help.

"Hhm, well, maybe I'll have to spend more time on the treadmill when I get back home" Kurt laughed and Blaine grinned back, and they fell into a thick silence as their eyes locked across the table, 'home'... It was easy to forget, being stuck up here in their own little world, it was easy to forget this wasn't home for Kurt, and someday he was going to have to leave, and they would likely never see each other again.

But no one ever said anything out loud about it, it was like an unspoken agreement, they would have this month, here and now together, and then they would say goodbye. And that would be the end of it.

Blaine dropped his eyes back down to the fries, he wasn't going to worry about it, they still had a long way to go.

~//~

After lunch they headed out to walk around the town square and stop in all the little shops, some antique, some curio, some clothing and some clearly tourist traps and a few other things in between.

They were wandering through a clothing shop named "Glitter Boutique" when Kurt let out a squeal and grabbed a shirt off one of the racks, he spun around and held it up to Blaine's chest grinning ear to ear "Ohmygod! You have to let me buy this for you!" his said, his voice positively ecstatic "What? No..." Blaine blushed a little, the gesture itself surprising him quite a bit.

"Oh, please? This would look, amazing on you!" Kurt pressed and Blaine shook his head "Kurt I couldn't let-" his sentence was cut off by Kurt pressing a finger tip against his lips "Blaine, I am one of New York's number one up and coming clothing designers, working for one of the most prestigious agencies in the world, and once I get back, I'm gonna design a line that will make my company billions... If it's the money you're worried about... Don't." Kurt said confidently and tentatively removed his finger "ok" Blaine quietly relented, if it ment making Kurt happy, who was he to argue, and Kurt's grin returned full force "Ok?" he repeated "Ok." Blaine conformed and Kurt kissed him deeply in thanks.

They wound up making quiet a few clothing purchases and then continued on their way, and Blaine, of course, insisted on carrying all the bags.

The next store they turned into was a little pet shop "Oh! Just look at you little angels!" Kurt cooed and stroked the back of a small white rabbit "So, any pets waiting for you back home?" Blaine asked petting one himself "Nope, not for me" he answered.

"If you did get a pet, what would it be?" Blaine asked curiously and Kurt took a minute to think about it "Probably a cat... Low maintenance ... What about you?" he questioned moving on to look through the bars of the giant upright parakeet cage "A dog." Blaine answered immediately and Kurt giggled "Didn't really have to think about that one huh?"

"No, well, I've just always wanted one" Blaine shrugged "Ah, childhood dream" Kurt nodded "Hey, what little boy doesn't want a puppy!?" Blaine asked with big childlike eyes "Me." Kurt responded simply "What? You never wanted a puppy?" Blaine asked in disbelief and Kurt shook his head "Nope, I was probably to horrified by the idea of shedding plus my wardrobe" he laughed. Blaine smiled at the thought of a high school Kurt, way to up tight for his own good but still absurdly adorable.

"What?" Kurt quirked an eyebrow at him and Blaine realized he'd been staring, a soft blush covered his cheeks and he ducked his head down a little "Oh, nothing..." he licked his lips subconsciously and now it was Kurt's turn to think he was adorable. Blaine wandered off down a side aisle to look at the turtles, and just as Kurt moved to follow him his phone went off in his pocket.

"Hello, you've reached Kurt Hummel" Blaine stopped and looked back at him because his whole demeanor had suddenly changed, he stood up straighter and his words came out clear and concise "Yes good, how are you Ms. Herrera?... Hhm, things are going great... Yes ma'am very inviting... Oh, the accommodations are quite nice" Kurt cut his eyes over at Blaine with a sly grin "Haha, yes it is... Ok, alright, I'll let you know... Bye" he hung up his phone let out a little squeal "That was the president of my company!" he said as he bounced over to Blaine "She said my work here is looking really good so far, and she just wanted to make sure I was doing alright!" Kurt's grin stretched from one ear to the other.

"Ohmygod that's great!" Blaine grinned back, without any warning Kurt jumped forward and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck pulling him into a playful kiss "Come on!" Kurt said excitedly when he pulled back "Let's go buy more stuff!" he laced his fingers through Blaine's and lead the still rather dazed man out of the pet store.

~//~

The last place they decided to go in, as the sun started to sink low on the horizon, was a little music store on the corner. Blaine had finally given up and decided that Kurt was just going to buy him whatever he felt like, whether Blaine protested or not, but Kurt had promised the Armani bowtie collection from their last clothing stop would be the last thing.

They milled around the music store and Kurt didn't miss how Blaine seemed to get lost the minute they stepped through the door. He meandered around and took in the instruments with longing eyes, but when he reached the guitar nook he got still, and let his eyes slip closed as he took a deep breath. Kurt watched him step forward and run his fingers gingerly over the necks and bases of the guitars and feel their strings and tuning knobs. It was almost like some kind of sad, but intimate moment and Kurt felt like he should look away, so he did.

He walked slowly up to the counter knowing Blaine wasn't paying any attention to him "Can I help you?" the middle aged man asked with a bright smile "Ya, um, what can you tell me about your guitars?"

When they left the store some time later, Kurt made sure Blaine walked ahead of him and it wasn't until they where outside on the side walk that Blaine turned and finally noticed the big black case in his hands.

"Oh!" Blaine blinked looking down at it "I didn't know you played guitar" he said with a genuine smile "I don't." Kurt said simply, but it was full of meaning and Blaine's eyes snapped up to meet his "Kurt.." Blaine breathed his name, his eyes full of hope and adoration and awe, and his whole face softened and lit up at the same time and tears glossed over his eyes and Kurt honestly wandered if anyone had ever given him a real gift in his entire life "Hey..." Kurt comforted and moved forward to pull him into a gentle hug, letting one hand go up to cup the back of his head.

"You, didn't-" Blaine shook his head against the crook of his neck, and Kurt cut him off "I know..." he squeezed him tighter before pulling back slightly and taking his face in his hands "You know if were my boyfriend, I'd spoil the hell out of you, just to see that look on your face" he said with a smile and Blaine let out a choked laugh.

"Now, let's go because it is fucking freezing!" Kurt grinned and stood up straight taking Blaine's hand in his again, and as they walked back toward the car, the only light was what came from the street lamps and the smattering of stars that had already started to appear, and that was the moment Blaine realized it, that right now, he was the happiest he had ever been.

~//~

By the time they walked through the door of the cabin the temperature had dropped considerably and the wind was up, so the calm toasty warmth of the cabin was a welcome change. Blaine leaned the guitar against the couch and made himself busy putting their shopping away while Kurt slipped out of his coat and meandered into the kitchen.

Just as Blaine started to place his own coat on the rack, Kurt returned with two wine glasses in his hands, headed for the fire place, he placed both glasses on the hearth before dropping down on the feather bed and lounging back on the pillows. "Now-" he smiled as he rubbed his socked feet against each other and picked up his glass "-I believe I just paid five hundred dollars for a private concert" he grinned mischievously over his glass before taking a sip.

"Ah, you did indeed!" Blaine smiled instantly and moved quickly over to the couch, he lay the guitar case over the cushions and carefully undid the locks before opening it slowly. His breath caught in his throat and eyes went wide, as he let his fingers trail lightly across it, as if to check that it was real.

The guitar was jet black and with such a shine he could nearly see his own reflection in it, the center had a delicate sliver leaf pattern around it and the edge of the guitar was trimmed in white, giving it a striking distinction from the black. All in all it was the most beautiful guitar Blaine had ever seen.

He slipped his fingers gently under the neck of the guitar and lifted it out of the case, he pulled the shoulder strap over his head as he turned around to face Kurt "This is absolutely beautiful!" Blaine said, his voice full of awe "I'm glad you like it" Kurt smiled genuinely from his spot propped on his elbow still sipping his wine.

Blaine brushed the back of his fingers against the strings and turned a knob or two, it really didn't need that much tuning. "Ok" Blaine took a deep breath as he stopped to stand in the open space by the fire in front of Kurt, and paused as he tried to decide what song to sing "ah, here we go"

He started to strum out the tune and Kurt recognized it instantly "Really Blaine?" he quirked and eyebrow at him, Blaine just grinned and started to sing

You think I'm pretty

Without any makeup on

You think I'm funny

When I tell the punchline wrong

I know you get me

So I let my walls come down, down

Before you met me

I was alright but things

Were kinda heavy

You brought me to life

Now every February

You'll be my Valentine, Valentine

Let's go all the way tonight

He winked at Kurt, and Kurt couldn't help but smile at his extreme cheesiness,

No regrets, just love

We can dance, until we die

You and I, will be young forever

You make me feel

Like I'm livin' a

Teenage dream

The way you turn me on

I can't sleep

Let's run away and

Don't ever look back,

Don't ever look back

My heart stops

When you look at me

Just one touch

Now baby I believe

This is real

So take a chance and

Don't ever look back,

Don't ever look back

We drove to Cali

And got drunk on the beach

Got a motel and

Built a fort out of sheets

I finally found you

My missing puzzle piece

I'm complete

Let's go all the way tonight

No regrets, just love

We can dance, until we die

You and I, will be young forever

You make me feel

Like I'm livin' a

Teenage dream

The way you turn me on

I can't sleep

Let's run away and

Don't ever look back,

Don't ever look back

My heart stops

When you look at me

Just one touch

Now baby I believe

This is real

So take a chance and

Don't ever look back,

Don't ever look back

I'm a get your heart racing

In my skin-tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight

Let you put your hands on me

In my skin-tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight

He leaned back and really belted it out,

Yoooouuu

You make me feel

Like I'm livin' a

Teenage dream

The way you turn me on

I can't sleep

Let's run away and

Don't ever look back,

Don't ever look back

No

My heart stops

When you look at me

Just one touch

Now baby I believe

This is real

So take a chance and

Don't ever look back,

Don't ever look back

I'm a get your heart racing

In my skin-tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight

Let you put your hands on me

In my skin-tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight

He ran his fingers over the strings one last time and he let the guitar hang by its strap "Well?" he popped his eye brows at Kurt playfully and Kurt laughed "Well I defiantly feel wooed!" his voice dripped with teasing sarcasm "Oh, its wooing we want.." Blaine smiled and cooked his head a little "Hey us girls want what we want" Kurt giggled and Blaine nodded as he took the guitar back in his hands, the tune coming much slower and softer than the last.

Hey there Delilah what's it like in New York City

I'm a thousand miles away

But girl tonight you look so pretty, yes you do

Times Square can't shine as bright as you, I swear it's true

He kept his eyes on Kurt this time, singing the song right to him,

Hey there Delilah don't you worry about the distance

I'm right there if you get lonely give this song another listen

Close your eyes, listen to my voice it's my disguise

I'm by your side

Oh it's what you do to me

Blaine sang with so much heart and passion that Kurt was absolutely memorized,

Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

What you do to me

Hey there Delilah, I know times are getting hard

But just believe me girl, someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar

We'll have it good, we'll have the life we knew we would

My word is good

Hey there Delilah, I've got so much left to say

If every simple song I wrote to you

Would take your breath away, I'd write it all

Even more in love with me you'd fall, we'd have it all

Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

A thousand miles seems pretty far

But they've got planes and trains and cars

I'd walk to you if I had no other way

Our friends would all make fun of us

And we'll just laugh along because we know

That none of them have felt this way

Delilah I can promise you

That by the time that we get through

The world will never ever be the same

And you're to blame

Hey there Delilah

You be good and don't you miss me

Two more years and you'll be done with school

And I'll be making history like I do

You'll know it's all because of you

We can do whatever we want to

Hey there Delilah here's to you

This one's for you

Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

What you do to me

He finished the song off softly and Kurt suddenly realized he hadn't moved through the whole thing and took a drink and Blaine laughed "Ok, requests?" he motioned toward Kurt and got an uneasy feeling at the smirk that spread over his lips "The cell block tango" Kurt said triumphantly "From Chicago?" Blaine's eyebrows knitted together and Kurt nodded.

Blaine picked up his guitar and dropped it again as he stared off into space, his eyes squinting a bit in thought, and finally he picked it up again and started to play.

He had it coming,

Blaine whipped his head away and back again as he started to sing and Kurt ginned from ear to ear,

he had it coming

He only had himself to blame

If you'd have been there, if you'd have seen it

I betcha you would have done the same

Blaine wandered to and fro in the small space, really getting to character and swinging his guitar defiantly as he played,

Pop! Six! Squish! Uh Uh, Cicero, Lipschitz!

You know how people have these little habits

Kurt nearly choked on his wine and sent it flying out his nose when Blaine started singing Liz's part "Blaine! Your supposed to be a woman! Not a gay Puerto Rican man!" he laughed, and despite his own laughter threatening to break out, Blaine managed to keep singing,

That get you down like Ernie

The way Blaine said his name only made Kurt laugh harder,

Ernie liked to chew gum, no, not chew, Pop

Like, I come home this one day and there's Ernie

Layin' on the couch chewin', no, not chewin', poppin'

So, I said to him, I said

"Ernie, you pop that gum one more time" and he did

So I took the shotgun off the wall

Blaine shrugged and quit playing,

And I fired two warning shots in. to. his. head.

He raised a foot and slammed it down on the coffee table twice before he grabbed the guitar again,

He had it coming, he had it coming

He only had himself to blame

I met Ezekiel Young from Salt Lake city about two years ago

And he told me he was single and we hit it off right away

So, we started living together

He winked at Kurt, who just shook his head,

He'd go to work, he'd come home, I'd fix him a drink, we'd have dinner.

Then I found out, single, my ass

Not only was he married, well, he had six wives

One of those Mormons, you know

So that night, when he came home

I fixed him his drink as usual

You know, some guys just can't hold their arsenic

He had it coming, he had it coming

He took a flower in its prime

And then he used it and he abused it

It was a murder but not a crime

Blaine stood up tall with a proud look on his face and Kurt's sides where starting to hurt,

Now, I'm standing in the kitchen

Carvin' up the chicken for dinner

"OHMYGOD! that one's even worse!" Tears started to leak out the sides of Kurt's eyes "Blaine have you ever heard a woman speak?" this time a chuckle escaped Blaine's lips but he sang though it,

And in storms my husband Wilbrin in a jealous rage

"You been screw'n' the milkman"

Blaine made a deep voice to imitate her husband and Kurt sat up to put his glass down because he was going to spill it if he didn't "Ohmygod she's married to a pro wrestler!" Kurt laughed with his hand over his mouth and Blaine shook his head at him,

He says and he kept sayin'

"You been screwin the milkman"

Then he ran into my knife

Blaine stopped playing again and made his best bitch face,

He ran into my knife ten times

He said as he stepped closer to Kurt, then re-started the song,

If you'd have been there, if you'd have seen it

I betcha you would have done the same

Blaine got still and the guitar got somber,

Che cosa sto facendo qui?

Kurt's laughing stopped cold and he sat up a little straighter as Blaine started to sing the Hungarian part in perfect Italian,

Dicono che il mio amante famoso premuto mio marito mentre io tagliarono la testa.

Ma non è vero, io sono innocente.

Non so perché lo zio Sam dice che l'ho fatto.

Ho cercato di spiegarlo alla stazione di polizia, ma non mi hanno capito.

Blaine paused and without a second thought Kurt jumped in,

"ya, But did you do it?" he asked in a high voice with wide eyes

Uh uh, not guilty

Blaine let his eyes fall down for a minute and Kurt cut him off before he could continue the song "Hold the fucking phone!" he put up a hand and Blaine looked up at him "You speak Italian?!" Kurt asked a bit awestruck and Blaine smiled "Ya, and French and Latin, prep school remember?" he said with a cocky grin "Ya but still, wow" Kurt sank back into the pillows and grabbed his wine glass as he thought about it.

And without warning Blaine started to play again.

Puorte o cazone cu 'nu stemma arreto

Kurt sat memorized as he sang the upbeat Italian song, and damn was it sexy,

'na cuppulella cu 'a visiera alzata.

Passe scampanianno pe' Tuleto

camme a 'nu guappo pe' te fa guardà!

Tu vuò fa l' americano!

mmericano! mmericano!

siente a me, chi t' ho fa fa?

tu vuoi vivere alla moda

ma se bevi whisky and soda

po' te sente 'e disturbà.

Tu abballe 'o roccorol

tu giochi al basebal '

ma 'e solde pe' Camel

chi te li dà? ...

La borsetta di mammà!

Tu vuò fa l' americano

mmericano! mmericano!

ma si nato in Italy!

siente a mme

non ce sta' niente a ffa

o kay, napolitan!

Tu vuò fa l' american!

Tu vuò fa l' american!

He finished the song and Kurt's mouth was slightly open and his breaths were a bit quicker and his cheeks a bit pinker.

"I think I just discovered a weakness" Blaine said with a sly grin as he walked slowly over to the mattress and eased down to sit cross legged at its foot facing Kurt, and he let their toes rub together. He situated his guitar in his lap and locked eyes with Kurt as he play softly between them.

What day is it? And in what month?

This clock never seemed so alive

Blaine's voice was deep and it matched the softens of the guitar, and Kurt never knew a song could be so intimate,

I can't keep up and I can't back down

I've been losing so much time

'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do

Nothing to lose

And it's you and me and all other people

And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you

Somehow the way Blaine sang it, like it was straight from his soul, made Kurt completely forget how to breath,

One of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right

I'm tripping on words

You've got my head spinning

I don't know where to go from here

Perche 'sei tu e me e tutte le persone che non hanno nulla a che fare

Kurt completely fell into the song, as Blaine sang the course in seamless Italian, and he could feel his eyes glaze over with a sheen of watery tears, not the kind that would ever fall, just the ones that would sit there until he blinked them away, but just like everything else, he had forgotten how,

Niente da dimostrare

Ed è voi e me e tutti gli altri

E io non so perché, non riesco a tenere gli occhi fuori di voi

'Oh god dammit don't you make me fall in love with you' Kurt cursed himself for the thought he could stop from coming,

There's something about you now

I can't quite figure out

Everything he does is beautiful

Kurt smiled lightly at the change in pronouns,

Everything he does is right

'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do

Nothing to lose

And it's you and me and all other people

And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you

and me and all other people with nothing to do

Nothing to prove

And it's you and me and all other people

And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you

What day is it?

And in what month?

This clock never seemed so alive

Kurt let out a shaky breath and Blaine slipped his Guitar off over his head, laying it carefully on the ground, he wordlessly took Kurt's empty wine glass and set it next to his full one, before crawling up over him slowing pushing him down into the mattress until he hovered over him and his lips came to a stop when they barely brushed against Kurt's and he looked him deep in the eye "Let me make love to you?"

It was a genuine request and a whisper so low Kurt barely even caught it as their lips grazed together, Kurt slid a hand up into his curls and pulled his head down, his eyes slipping closed as their foreheads touched together "Please?" he breathed and Blaine instantly caught his lips in kiss that held so much passion and emotion it was almost frightening, maybe it was a bad idea, Kurt knew there was a big difference between having sex and making love but he wanted it so badly.

Blaine brought a hand up to cup Kurts cheek as he kissed him slowly. He let his hand trail down, over his chin to his neck, across his collarbone and his lips followed it's path, his hands came together to slip Kurt's shirt buttons out of their holes and with every new inch of skin being revealed Blaine pressed a full lipped kiss to it. Half way down his torso Blaine stopped separating the kisses and just let his lips drag down Kurt's skin as he opened more and more of his shirt and, god his hands where actually shaking.

When he reached the last button he let his lips linger for a moment before sitting up where he was straddled across Kurt's upper thighs, he raised Kurt's left hand to lips pressed a kiss into his palm as he locked eyes with him, he gently grazed his lips against each sensitive finger tip as he undid the two buttons on his sleeve, laid the arm down and repeated the process with his right hand. And when he was done he carefully pulled Kurt upward.

He ran his hands up Kurt's chest and over his shoulders, pushing his shirt off until it slid down his arms and then pulled it off completely. He leaned forward and kissed the edge of Kurt's now bare shoulder and worked his way up his neck to his ear "I want to taste every inch of you" he whispered in a calm but desperate voice, like he was admitting his deepest darkest secret, and he pressed a kiss just behind Kurt's ear.

He caught Kurt lips with his own again and kissed him softly as he lowered him back down to the mattress, Kurt brought his hands up to run them under Blaine's shirt and slowly pulled it up over his head.

When Blaine finally moved way from his lips he worked his way down Kurt's right side, kissing each rib individually as he went, Kurt had had people tell him he was beautiful before, but he'd never had someone make him feel beautiful. Somehow, the way Blaine moved over him and touched him and kissed him, made him feel like the most beautiful man in the world, and he really believed Blaine just wanted to touch him forever.

Blaine reached the edge of his jeans and unbuttoned them with ease before starting to slowly peel them off, his lips continuing their path down his right side, over his hip and down into his inner thigh, placing kisses not even an inch apart. His knee cap, calf and shin bone and then he pulled his pants free, tossing them to the side, he lifted a leg and pulled the sock off by its toe and kissed the sole of his foot once it was bare, followed by toes and ankle and did the same for the opposite.

He kissed his way back up the left side of Kurt's body and found that Kurt's eyes were closed and his lips parted as his breathe came out hot and thick and Blaine once again leaned in to press his lips against Kurt's ear to whisper in a low ghosting voice "Vorrei fare l'amore con te tutta la notte, vorrei fare l'amore per il resto della tua vita se mi lascia, vorrei piena soddisfare tutte le vostre fantasie e ti fanno sentire in modi non hai mai sognato" Blaine felt Kurt's heart speed up where their chests were pressed together and his fingers tangled into his curls as a tiny whimper escaped his lips, and Kurt realized it was a very real possibility, if Blaine continued speaking for to long, he could come just from that.

Blaine moved back to his lips for a moment and then slid off of him sideways, dropping onto the mattress beside him and gently promoted Kurt to roll up onto his side facing the fire. As he did Kurt heard a zipper followed by the soft thunk of an item colliding with the floor, and then the sound of ripping foil.

Blaine settled into the mattress behind him and one strong arm snaked under Kurt's head, supporting it like it like a pillow, his fingers following Kurt's arm down until his palm rested against the back of Kurt's hand and his fingers bent intertwining with his. His other hand ran across Kurt's perfect ass and down over his side, and finally came to a rest against his chest, pushing him back into himself ever so slightly, while his lips grazed across Kurt's shoulder blades.

Blaine shifted forward and Kurt felt his slick member press between his cheeks, and every inch of their bodies were pressed together, from where the top of Blaine's foot seated into Kurt's arch, to their knees that bent together, and Blaine's chest that sat firmly against Kurt's back, to where his nose was buried in the nape of Kurt's neck and breathed in deep the scent of Kurt's hair.

And in the slowest motion ever conceived Blaine moved forward and pushed inside Kurt, and even without any preparation Kurt was shocked at the lack of the burning sensation he was accustom to, maybe it was the position, maybe it was how relaxed he was, but what ever the reason, it was pure pleasure.

Blaine set a decadently slow rhythm, his hot breath cascading over Kurt's neck and Kurt pushed back into it, shallow moans billowing out of his throat "Que vous êtes parfait" Blaine whispered in French this time "You're perfect" he translated quietly and Kurt's arm stretched around behind him trying to hold whatever part of Blaine it could reach, and it settled for the curls at the base of Blaine's neck.

Blaine continued his slow, steady, movements and for a moment they wished they could stay right there, like that forever. "Blaine.." his name escaped Kurt's lips more as a sigh then a word and Kurt could feel his chest rumble against his back as he hummed his approval and kissed the back of his neck. Everything was so soft and perfect and still, it was like one of those moments you just want to drowned in, so you never have to come back to reality and neither of them ever knew it was possible to feel so much.

They stayed that way for what seemed like ages, Blaine rocking gently into him and enjoying the feel of so much skin contact, but eventually Kurt's moans turned into whimpers and the muscles all through his back tensed up and he pushed back into Blaine, desperate for more.

Blaine's hand slid down Kurt's stomach and gripped his cock as his hips speed up slightly, and Kurt moaned loudly as he used his thumb to spread his pre-cum over his head, and started to pump it gently in his hand, and Kurt didn't try to stop the moans of approval that spilled out "Mi potuto ascoltare per sempre. I could listen to you forever" Blaine's voice was deep and raw and it completely undid Kurt "oh Blaine" he said in a whiny breath and gripped the fingers that were laced through his own tighter.

Blaine match the speed of his thrusts with the movement of is hand over Kurt and finally he couldn't take it anymore, Kurt's breaths came short and fast as he squirted across Blaine's hand and his own chest and it wasn't any secret Blaine was coming as well.

When they finished Blaine pulled out and turned Kurt gently in his arms, and he gladly buried his face in Blaine's chest while he felt his strong arms go around to hold him firmly in place. Their legs tangled together and Blaine rested his chin against the top of Kurt's head, and there was a long comfortable silence, and the kind of contentment that can only come from having all for your needs met.