A couple of months ago; if someone told Blaine that he'd be dating New York's Top Male Model, he'd probably laugh in your face and tell you to stop being delusional, but here he was, with this perfect human with a gorgeous personality and beautiful blue eyes staring back at him as they made their way back to Kurt's from a fashion show.

Blaine had his hand resting on Kurt's thigh staring out the window of the car. Kurt leaned over to kiss him softly on the cheek just because he can because they're boyfriends and that's what boyfriends do.

Blaine can't help the smile that forms on his face and he turns to take all of Kurt in. "Wait!" He takes his hand off his thigh and picks up his camera, "The sun is hitting you perfectly." He quickly snaps a picture before Kurt can protest. "There…perfect."

"Blaine…I'm gonna take that away from you." Kurt was so serious, but he laughed as he said it.

"Nope! You'll have to kill me first!" Blaine snaps another picture.

Kurt rolled his eyes and pushed Blaine playfully when they arrived in front of his building. Kurt opened the door stepping out and Blaine slide by the door holding on to the handle. "I'm gonna head home. So, I'll see you tomorrow?" Blaine said while puckering his lips for a kiss.

Kurt smiles lightly and leaned down to press a soft kiss to his lips. "Goodnight…see you tomorrow." He turns on his heels and walks towards his building swaying his hips making Blaine stare directly at his ass.

"Damn." Blaine still couldn't believe that was all his.

Waking up in the middle of the night was never Kurt's favorite thing, but when he saw Blaine's name light up on his phone, he figured he'd be the only exception.

I meant to tell you that I got home safely. I'll see you tomorrow, cutie :) sleep well- Blaine

Blaine wasn't expecting a reply so soon. He opened the message and grinned at what he read.

I found a jacket in my bed…It's yours…and warm.- Kurt

Hmm so that's where I left it! Keep it. It's yours...does it smell like me?- Blaine

Mhm- Kurt

Good... it's like I'm there, but I'm not. You can cuddle with it- Blaine

Already ahead of you- Kurt

Always quick on your feet ;) night babe- Blaine

Goodnight :)- Kurt

Blaine was still reeling that he actually works at Vogue! He was also feeling exceptionally horny that morning because Kurt had on some ridiculously tight jeans and that's all he could think about. He opened his laptop and saw Kurt's name pop up. He licked his lips and began to type out a message to him.

B. Anderson: Hey sexyyy

Kurt was just about to swallow his coffee when he saw the message pop up. He read it and rolled his eyes when he saw it was from Blaine.

Kurt.H: You're across the hall, you know that right?

B. Anderson: I do :p... are you on break? Wanna get in a quickie? ;)

Red wouldn't begin to describe the color on Kurt's cheeks.

Kurt.H: BLAINE! We're at work!

B. Anderson: That didn't stop you the last time?

Kurt.H: you have a point…

B. Anderson: hmm…well then?

Kurt.H: My office or yours? we have twenty minutes.

Blaine's mouth dropped. He wasn't expecting him to cave so soon!

B. Anderson: fuck...mines...get in here now!

Kurt got up out of his chair and casually made his way to Blaine's office closing and locking the door behind him once he entered. Immediately Blaine pulls him by his tie and crashes their lips together. Hands were everywhere, in their hair on their bodies tugging on clothes. Everything was happening so fast! Kurt slipped his tongue inside of Blaine's mouth causing the other man to moan low in his throat.

Blaine swiftly places Kurt on top of his desk and starts grinding his hips into his. "I've been dreaming of this…"

His voice was so deep that Kurt couldn't help but claw his fingers down Blaine's back and tug at the hem of his shirt.

"How much more time?" the younger latched his lips to the elder's neck, sucking softly so he won't leave a mark.

"T-ten…oh god…ten minutes.." Kurt's breathing was erratic.

Next thing Kurt knew, the buttons on his shirt were undone and Blaine's lips were attached to his nipples. Those perfect lips that sucked so eagerly and a tongue that flicked over the bump causing him to whimper.

"Baby…" Kurt glanced down and loved the sight he was seeing. He loved having Blaine's tongue trail over his body.

Alright, enough teasing, Blaine thought. He quickly unzipped Kurt's pants tugging them down to his ankles and took all of him in brushing his nose against his navel. "Mnnnggg."

"Oh god.." Kurt flung his head back and dug his nails into Blaine's scalp. There's no way he's going to last. Not with Blaine's tongue swirling around and his head bobbing up and down so smoothly. And those damn noises he's making, sucking him noisily and moaning around his cock. Music to Kurt's ears. He tries to get Blaine's attention when he feels himself reaching his climax, but Blaine hollows out his cheeks and suck him in deeper, willing him to come in his mouth.

"B-Blaine… oh…mm I'm gonna c-come…" Kurt grips the table tightly as he spills hot and fast into Blaine's mouth, his jaw dropping slightly but no words coming out.

"Mmm…" Blaine swallowed all that he could, some cum dripping out the side of his mouth. He licks him clean and smirks at the gorgeous post orgasm face Kurt has on at the moment. "You taste so good, baby."

The model looked down at him from under his eyelashes seductively, swallowing hard to get the dryness out of his throat. "I eat a lot of fruit." Kurt stood up off the desk a bit shaky and pulled up his pants.

Blaine got up off his knees and felt wetness in his jeans. He looked down and scrunched up his nose some. "Uh... good thing I brought a change of clothes."

Again, Kurt's blushing and he leans in to kiss him softly on the lips, still able to taste himself. He whispered hotly against his lips "I'll see you downstairs…" He walks out giggling lightly and cheeks completely red, but not before Blaine slapped his ass.

Blaine bit his lip and went to go change his pants and went to head downstairs for the mini shoot he was going to do of Kurt.

"Don't be stripping me Anderson..." Kurt chuckled as Blaine was unbuttoning the first two buttons to Kurt's shirt.

"Hypothetically, I'm not stripping you, I'm just... changing things." Blaine blushed chuckling lightly and whispered in Kurt's ear, "We can save that for another time..." He walked backwards fiddling with his camera, "Now, just stare into the camera..."

Kurt did as he was told, staring intensely, his eyes shinning a bright blue. "Natural beauty..." Blaine smiled.

As they slowly wrapped up the shoot, Blaine walked over talking to the producer of the shoot and was going through the photos with him. Kurt shrugged off the blazer and when to go change into sweats and a t-shirt and picked up his car keys being he drove himself to work.

Kurt walked over towards Blaine and the producer, "Hey, I'm gonna head home...long day." Kurt leaned up kissing gently in front of the producer, "I'll see you tomorrow morning..."

Blaine nodded and received the kiss; being that they decided that Blaine wanted to stay at home again for the night to get a few new fresh outfits, Kurt jingling his keys in his hand and walked out of the set.

Kurt made his way out of the building getting into his car that was parked on the street. Tossing his bag in the back, he sighed at the sight of Blaine not in the passenger see. Starting the engine, he slowly pulled out on the busy New York street. To Kurt's surprise, shockingly enough, not many people were on the road. Kurt slowly pulled up sitting at the stop light waiting for it to change, tapping his finger on the steering wheel. Sighing impatiently while the light was still red he glances over at the next street light. When the light finally turned green, Kurt pulled out into the intersection. Seeing his phone buzz from a text from Blaine picking up his phone with a smile on his face, not seeing the truck running the light to the left of him, hitting the side of his car, his phone flying out of his hand.

Glass shattered all around, Kurt's head cracking from the whiplashed back into the glass making it shatter into bits, knocking him out cold. The car came to a slamming stop against the cars on the other side of the intersection making his head roll to the other side. Cuts riddled Kurt's body from the shards of glass flying, blood dripped down from the side of his head and mouth making a bloody puddle in his lap.

The cars horn blaring in the New York City streets, slumping in his seat, eyes slightly open and glazed over as his heart working the last few pumps of blood as people started to gather around the car, calling nine-one-one. Kurt's heart beat once more.