Hey, I had an amazing time last night, are you free today? Thought we could catch up. Do you want to come over to mine in an hour?

Kurt glanced back at his phone screen to make sure that the text was real, that he wasn't making this up. He had kept the text open the entire way to Blaine's place, just in case it turned out to be a dream.

But it wasn't.

Now here he stood, in front of Blaine's door, trying to build up the courage to knock.

"For god's sake Kurt, you can do this," he whispered to himself. He took a deep breath and knocked three times on the door before he could stop himself. His heart jumped into his throat when he heard movement on the other side, and it took every muscle in his body to stop him from falling over backwards when Blaine opened the door, looking hot as ever. He had clearly just stepped out of the shower, his hair was dripping, his feet were bare and he was wearing the same jeans from the night before but with a basic purple t shirt this time.

"Hey Kurt," he greeted Kurt with a wide smile and a faint blush on his cheeks, "Come on in," he turned and motioned for Kurt to follow him back into the kitchen, "Do you want anything to drink? The jug's just finished boiling,"

"Just a black coffee would be good thanks Blaine," he smiled. Blaine set about making them each a coffee and placing both cups on the table in front of Kurt before pulling a towel off of another chair and using it to dry his hair.

"Sorry, I would have had a shower earlier, but my roommate decided to be an asshole and get in there before me!" he shouted the last bit down the hallway and Kurt jumped in surprise when someone answered.

"Stop your whinging Anderson, you look pretty now so that's all that matters," Kurt looked up to see a man walk into the kitchen, clearly of Asian heritage, "Hi, I'm Wes, you must be Kurt," Wes smiled at Kurt as he stuck his hand out for him to shake. Kurt took his hand and nodded in response.

"And you were just leaving," Blaine replied as he stood from his seat and began to push Wes down the hallway towards the front door. Kurt smiled as the two men wrestled their way out of the kitchen, but he strained to listen when the playful banter stopped and turned into hushed and hurried whispers. Kurt snapped out of it when he heard the front door shut and Blaine's footsteps entering the kitchen again, "Sorry about him," Blaine smiled as he sat back down and took a sip from his coffee, "He promised he'd be gone before you arrived, but I think he just wanted to see you so he could put a face to the name," Blaine smiled into his cup. Kurt just looked at him, hands around his own cup, still sitting on the table top.

"You talk about me?" Kurt asked softly. Blaine audibly gulped at Kurt's question and nodded slowly as he raised his eyes to meet Kurt's.

"Yeah, Wes is my best friend, I tell him everything,"

"What did you tell him about me?" Kurt asked, his heart was beating at a million miles a minute. He knew that he was diving into this territory too quickly, he'd only just arrived, but he wanted to know, he needed to know, needed some kind of clue as to how Blaine felt about him.

"I told him how we met, and how you came around for dinner last night, and how if he's not careful, then I might have to knock him off from the ‘best friend status'", Kurt felt his face fall.

"Oh," he replied in a defeated tone.

"I also told him how much I love spending time with you and how much I enjoyed last night and how much I wanted to see you again today," Blaine finished quietly, clearly looking as nervous as Kurt felt.

"Oh?" Kurt repeated, this time sounding a little more intrigued.

"I mean it too," Blaine spoke, looking back at Kurt, "I did really want to see you today," Kurt picked his mug of coffee up to give his hands something to do, but he couldn't keep the smile off of his face as he took a long drink. Blaine just smiled back at him from over his own cup.

"I wanted to see you today too Blaine," Kurt replied, causing Blaine's smile to grow even wider, "But can I say something, and please don't be offended," Kurt, placed his mug back on the table and folded his hands in front of himself, Blaine nodded for Kurt to continue, clearly nervous as to what Kurt was going to say, "You hair Blaine," Kurt smiled, "It's a bit of mess after you dried it with that towel," Blaine laughed out loud at Kurt's comment, the tension leaving his body.

"I'm sorry Kurt," he smiled, "I should have been better prepared, knowing that a fellow hairdresser was coming over and all," Kurt gently sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth, trying to hide his smile.

"I've told you before Blaine, I'm not a real hairdresser,"

"Prove it," Kurt's heart rate sped up at Blaine's challenge.

"What?" he asked, not quite sure what Blaine was asking him to do.

"Style my hair for me this morning and then I'll tell you if you're not a real hairdresser," Kurt just looked at Blaine with wide eyes, nerves building up in his stomach, "Come on," Blaine stood and held out his hand to Kurt again, Kurt's mind was immediately filled with flashbacks of last night. He mentally shook himself out of his state of shock and once again took a hold of Blaine's hand, interlocking their fingers as Blaine led him back down the hallway to his bedroom.

Kurt paused in the doorway, taking in the sight of Blaine's room this morning. His bed was made, his blinds were open and the sun was streaming in to rest on his chair, Kurt smiled when he noticed the book sitting on the seat.

"Reading this morning were you?" he asked as Blaine returned from the bathroom, a few different cans of product in his hands.

"Guilty," he smiled as he placed the product on his vanity unit and picked up his book to move it to his bedside table. He returned and sat down in the barber's chair, where Kurt had been sitting only the night before, "Ok, everything you need is on the unit, tools, products whatever," Kurt nodded and moved to stand next to Blaine, his eyes scanning the contents on the vanity unit.

"Anything in particular you want me to do?" he asked, not tearing his eyes away from the top of the unit.

"No, I trust you Kurt," Kurt turned to see a smile on Blaine's face, he knew that Blaine was parroting what he had said last night. Kurt nodded in response.

"Ok, but I'm not going to cut it for you today. We can save that for another day,"

"Are you suggesting that there's going to be another day Kurt?" Kurt sucked in a breath, realising what he had just revealed, he closed his eyes for a second to gather the courage he knew he'd need to answer Blaine's question.

"If you want there to be another day, then I want there to be another day," he spoke softly as he turned to face Blaine. Their eyes met and they both smiled at each other, both relieved that the other wanted what they did.

"Ok," Blaine whispered, "There will be another day," he reached out and squeezed Kurt's hand, Kurt smiled as he turned back to Blaine's counter top and began fussing with different products. He took a can of mousse in one hand and squeezed a small amount into his other hand, before rubbing both hands together to spread the product out. He then moved to stand back behind Blaine, who had tucked his legs up underneath him in the chair, and began working the product in through Blaine's curls, fisting sections of hair in his hands to help keep the curls together rather than them turning to fluff.

He saw Blaine's eyes slip closed not long after he started, and took the opportunity to smile at the beautiful man in front of him. His heart jumped in fright when Blaine let out a low moan when Kurt brushed his fingers over one particular spot on his head, just behind his ear. He grinned to himself at having learned one of Blaine's soft spots.

Kurt moved forwards again to squeeze another small dollop of product in his hand, turning back to face Blaine.

Although Blaine had moved forwards in the chair to follow Kurt, so when he turned around he was almost nose to nose with Blaine. Kurt felt his breath catch in his throat as he stared into Blaine's hazel coloured eyes, noticing for the first time the tiny specks of green in amongst the warm tones of brown. He felt his cheeks heat up as Blaine's breath brushed across his lips. He was so close; he'd only have to move half an inch to press their lips together, but his body was battling his brain. His mind was screaming, telling him to move forward, to kiss Blaine, but his body refused, keeping him rooted to the spot. He could hear his heart beat in his ears; he was terrified that Blaine could hear it to. But before Kurt had a chance to really panic, Blaine moved forward that extra half inch.

Kurt's eyes closed on instinct at the press of Blaine's lips against his, leaning into the hand that Blaine had now placed against the side of his jaw, Kurt's hands automatically moving up to Blaine's hair.

Both men pulled away at the same time, hands still touching each other, breathing deeply and trying to hide the wide grins that were threatening to break across their faces. Blaine moved forwards again to rest his forehead against Kurt's.

"I cannot tell you how long I've been waiting to do that," Kurt let out a soft laugh at Blaine words.

"I'm glad you did," he said softly, causing Blaine to lean forward and press their lips together for another brief moment.

They stayed looking at each other for a few more seconds before Kurt pulled back and moved his hands back through Blaine's hair.

"Done," Kurt said quietly, removing his hands from Blaine's hair and stepping aside to let Blaine see his reflection in the mirror.

"I told you that you could do it," Blaine smiled, turning his head to look back at Kurt.

This time it was Kurt who leaned in to press another kiss against Blaine's mouth, parting his lips slightly to let Blaine's roaming tongue brush against his own, both men groaned at the new form of contact, and Blaine reached forwards to grab a hold of Kurt's hips, pulling him in so he was straddling his lap in the barber's chair.

"Hey Blaine - whoa," Kurt and Blaine jumped apart at Wes's voice from the doorway, Blaine groaned and rested his head on Kurt's shoulder, Kurt trying to bury his flaming face into Blaine's neck.

"What?" Blaine hissed through his teeth.

"Um," Wes was trying to look anyway but at Kurt and Blaine, the heat rising up his neck was enough to let Blaine know that he was embarrassed for interrupting them, "Um I just came back because I forgot Jen's bag that she'd left here the other day and when I was about to leave this phone started to ring on the kitchen bench, I assumed it was Kurt's and I answered it and there's a girl on the other end whose name is Rachel and she says it's an emergency," now it was Kurt's turn to groan in frustration as he held out his hand for the phone, still straddling Blaine's lap, with Blaine's hands still resting on his hips.

"Hello," he sighed into the phone, "Ok, I'll be there soon," he sighed again as he hung up, "I've got to go. The power and water have gone out in our building and Rachel's freaking out because she doesn't understand what the maintenance guy is telling her. I'm sorry," he whispered the last part quietly to Blaine as he rested his forehead against Blaine's.

"It's ok, go and be the hero and I'll see you again soon," Kurt smiled as Blaine leaned forward and pressed a final kiss against his lips.

"Bye Wes," Kurt said to the man who was still standing in the doorway of Blaine's room, as he passed by, making his way down the hall and out the front door, cursing Rachel Berry with every fibre of his being.

Blaine waited until he heard the front door close before leaning back in the chair and letting out a frustrated cry into his hands, now covering his face.

"Right now Wesley, I really hate you,"