It was Thursday morning and Kurt literally hadn't heard from Blaine since his goodnight-call after the dinner Monday night. He had called and texted but eventually gave up because it was hopeless and he didn't want to interrupt him in his work or be clingy.

Now he had just stumbled out of bed and was sourly sitting on the couch next to Rachel who had spent the night in his room after they had watched Gone With The Wind all night. Rachel was jolly and upbeat because she had a date with Finn later, so Kurt kept sulking into his coffee and grapefruit, considering eating that stupid muffin in the kitchen since Blaine wasn't around to notice him getting fat anyway.

"Come on, Kurt! Don't be so depressing. You're just gonna get wrinkles before you win your first Tony, which means you won't get it," Rachel fussed at him.

"I really don't care right now," he groaned back and let his head fall to the back of the sofa.

"Well, I do care and if you keep being depressed I'll get frown lines too and I just can't do that," she said and pinched his hand.

"I'm gonna go back to bed if you don't leave me alone," he grunted and got to his feet, determined to get that stupid muffin and devour it all with self-pitying pleasure. He spun down the hall towards the kitchen but was stopped by the doorbell chiming.

"Oh man! You've got to be kidding me! I really can't catch a damn break!" He complained as he marched down the hall towards the door.

"Hey stranger -" Blaine smiled as their eyes met.

xXx

Blaine's vision blurred as his eyes were covered by Kurt's arms abruptly locking around his neck. He awkwardly pulled the boy closer and closed his eyes so he could allow the sweet sensation of Kurt being back in his arms wash over him.

Without warning Kurt pulled back and shot him a cranky look that made Blaine's heart drop. He had expected their reunion to be fun and sweet, not Kurt mad at him so they would end up fighting.

"I haven't heard from you for days and you just show up being cute. That's not fair," Kurt exclaimed.

"I'm sorry. And I'm really sorry I've been such a bad boyfriend lately, I just wanted to avoid you -"

"Avoid me? Not strengthening your case here!" Kurt cut him off with eyes wide in shock.

"Will you let me finish? I wanted to avoid you so I wouldn't ruin the surprise. I suck at lying because I don't fucking care about hurting people's feelings, but I couldn't exactly tell you that I was planning on showing up here today, because that would have ruined everything I've planned," Blaine tried to explain, knowing he was doing a terrible job.

"You are – I don't even know, Blaine. You're a jerk," Kurt sighed and pressed his lips against Blaine's.

"You're the best jerk ever," he smiled and gestured for Blaine to come inside.

Once the door was closed Blaine let himself take in the visual of Kurt in his pajamas with bed hair and sleepy eyes. He looked messy and untidy, gorgeous and youthful.

"So I'm guessing you don't exactly have any plans today? Judging from your appearance," he commented and let his eyes travel from the raggedy socks and baggy pj bottoms to the loose blouse and brown locks sticking to all sides like a bird's nest.

"I was actually planning on spending all day in bed eating myself big and fat because my boyfriend is ignoring me," Kurt said with an arched eyebrow.

"Then it's good I'm here to save you from your bad boyfriend. Now you go get dressed and pack a bag because you'll be with me all weekend," Blaine declared and squeezed Kurt's ass.

He felt bad for the way he had treated Kurt lately, but he really had been buried in work. On more than one occasion, had he been close to breaking contract with big houses because of differences on the upcoming fashion. He had been frustrated and sleep deprived, he had skipped the gym and meals and lived on coffee until he had to be at clients' events in the evening to smile and drink champagne and have picture taken that Kurt found online the next day, thinking he was just fooling around and having fun.

"Okay. What should I pack?" Kurt asked as he led Blaine up the stairs to his room, Rachel yelling something at him from the living room.

"Your passport. And a suit. We're going to New York and I have plans," Blaine said as he sat down on Kurt's unmade bed.

"Blaine – you heard what my dad said. I can't leave town without him knowing, and there's no way he'll be okay with it with such short notice," Kurt whispered like he was afraid his dad had bugged his room.

"It's gonna be fine. It's not that far away and if he tells you to come home we'll hurry to the airport. Please just... I have something planned for you, and I don't want it to go to waste," Blaine begged and he could see excitement fighting the responsibility in his Kurt's head.

He was stopped mid-motion in front of his open closet and his pale cheeks were slowly adopting a bright pink as a wide grin took over his face.

"Alright. Okay. It better be good, then -" he trilled, nearly jumping in the spot before getting to the task of packing his suitcase.

"You had sleepover company? Should I be worried?" Blaine asked, a tinge of nerves prickling as he noticed two glasses, two used pillows and a used McKinley High t-shirt on the floor – definitely not something Kurt would even sleep in and it surely was way too big to be his size. With the thought of what a bad boyfriend he had been over the past few weeks and the fact that he hadn't contacted Kurt for days he really didn't like that.

"What? Of course not. Rachel was here for a movie night and decided to just sleep here so she borrowed one of Finn's shirts to sleep in," Kurt explained.

"Oh. Good. Just making sure. And you didn't play with each other's pussies all night?" Blaine smirked, a little disgusted by the thought of Kurt making out with a girl – Kurt with anyone who wasn't him.

"Blaine!" Kurt exclaimed in horror and turned his back on him to rummage through the shelves.

Blaine fell back on the bed and let himself melt into the familiar scent of Kurt and sleep mixed with the scent of Kurt's clothes streaming from the unfamiliar sheets.

He closed his eyes and listened to Kurt going through clothes and packing. He was moving with a fast pace between his closet and bathroom while Blaine nearly fell asleep when Kurt was suddenly straddling him in only his underwear.

"You're the only one who gets to play with my pussy," Kurt breathed out sensually when their eyes met and Blaine's hands rushed to his pale thighs spread out for him.

"Jesus Kurt... I can't just fuck you here in your soft teenage bed," Blaine whined as his cock went immediately hard.

"I didn't ask you to. I just made a statement," Kurt smirked and leaned down to draped his naked chest over Blaine's and let their lips meet.

Their kiss was quickly interrupted by a muffled squeal from Kurt's mouth into Blaine's as Blaine had slid his hand down into Kurt's underwear and two fingers pushed directly into the heat of his boyfriend's eager pussy without any problems at all. He didn't waste any time, his fingers pumping in and out of Kurt's squeezing hole. His fingers slipped easily from how wet Kurt was, but moved difficult because of the angle.

"God I've missed you so much," Kurt gasped against Blaine's lips, moaning and breathing heavily as his taut nipples rubbed up and down the fabric of Blaine's shirt.

"Missed you too..." Blaine groaned and flicked his thumb over Kurt's clit to make him whimper and buck his hips into the touch.

Kurt was really wet, Blaine's hand nearly soaked along with his pussy. His muscles were squeezing tightly and his hips were slowly moving back and forth on Blaine's own aching crotch. It would be so easy for him to just flip them over so he could whip out his cock and fuck Kurt hard into the mattress of the bed where he slept and did his homework and had sleepovers with girlfriends – and moaned Blaine's name loudly while he masturbated with the blue dildo Blaine had bought him.

"We can't do this. We have to get to the airport," Blaine forced out and pulled his hand roughly out of Kurt's briefs to a chorus of Kurt heaving for air and whining in objection.

"God, I was so close," he grimaced as if Blaine had just ripped out a carpet from under his feet. He clumsily rolled down to lie next to Blaine while Blaine dried his hand off best as possible on Kurt's naked thigh.

"Get dressed. Airport time. Now!" Blaine bossed, not caring for a second that Kurt seemed ready to punch him. He was busy forcing himself to calm down so he wouldn't have to go home and change before leaving for New York.

xXx

It had taken a little longer than expected for Kurt to convince his dad to allow him to spend four days with Blaine on such short notice. In the end he played the "long separation" card and his dad compromised by saying that he should be home early Sunday and that he had to at least text every now and then to let the family know that he was okay.

Now they were in Blaine's New York apartment and he was waiting for Kurt to get ready for the early dinner he was taking him out for, but he couldn't help smirking at the thought of the surprise he had prepared for Kurt after the restaurant.

When Kurt was finished Blaine couldn't tear his eyes away from him. He would never cease to be amazed at how stunning Kurt was and how he always managed to do something new and eye-catching with his appearance, something Blaine rarely saw even in his line of work.

Tonight Kurt had gone for a dark, purple suit. When he moved just right in the light tiny stars were shimmering in the fabric. He had a simple white button down underneath the jacket, which Blaine instantly recognized as a McQueen piece he had given to Kurt a few weeks ago. It had dark buttons around the collar which matched Kurt's black scarf and waistcoat perfectly. The outfit was completed with black, pointy boots with white seams and slight plateau.

"You're staring. Perv," Kurt said as they got into the cab.

"I sure am. And you're enjoying it. Exhibitionist," Blaine retorted and smiled as Kurt stuck out his tongue at him but let his face crack in a grin.

xXx

For this particular evening Blaine had chosen a small restaurant with an intimate atmosphere. They had a small table in the middle of the room, but weren't interrupted by the other guests. It was a simple, but luxurious place and Blaine had chosen it because he knew how much Kurt always stood with one foot in each camp of simplicity and extravagance.

To his satisfaction Kurt had seemed very impressed when they entered, and throughout dinner he kept looking around with an awestruck expression. Whenever Kurt experienced something new that really pleased him and got to his heart a certain look took over his face – a look Blaine loved how he could show Kurt new worlds over and over again, enriching Kurt's boring high school life with wonder and excitement.

"This is so great, Blaine. I've really enjoyed tonight," Kurt said while they were waiting for their dessert. His eyes were glistening and his mouth looked like it had forgotten how to frown. They had talked and laughed and simply enjoyed each other's company after having been apart for so long.

"Don't say it like it's over. We've only just begun," Blaine said softly and sipped from his glass of wine.

"I – okay," Kurt smiled curiously.

Blaine shot him a smile himself before Kurt excused himself to go to the bathroom, flawlessly facilitating next step of Blaine's plan.

When Kurt returned he stopped in front of their table – which was empty. At first he looked confused, but then he looked a bit scared. Then he sat down and pulled out his phone, undoubtedly to see if Blaine had left him a message, but when he looked at the screen, he looked like he was about to burst into tears.

He gazed around the room, frantically searching for something that could tell him what had happened to his date who had apparently left him all alone in a city he didn't know, but when his searching reached the piano close to their table he came to a halt when he was met by familiar dark eyes.

Blaine slowly started playing, and he watched as Kurt's shoulders relaxed and he let himself ease back down in the chair. As Blaine kept his eyes locked on Kurt and softly sang the words to a slow, gentle version of Always On My Mind, no one doubting they were addressed at Kurt, he watched Kurt cover his mouth with his hands and tears start rolling down his face.

He continued his song about how sorry he was for not being there though he tried really hard because to him all that mattered was Kurt. When he finished with a voice thick with emotion he received a grand applause from the entire room. All he cared about, though, was coming back to Kurt, who stumbled to his feet, and clumsily found into his arms, sobbing softly against Blaine's shoulder.

"Happy Valentine's Day, doll-face," Blaine whispered and kissed his ear, patiently waiting for Kurt to gather himself as Blaine held him and cooed sounds hushed into his hair with his hands gently brushing up and down his back.

"You're so... stupid," Kurt cried and tugged him closer, pressing a kiss to his neck.

"Thank you. It was... beautiful, amazing. I didn't know it was – thank you," Kurt smiled through glistening tears and an awkward sob that Blaine didn't care for.

"I love you, Kurt. I know I'm stupid and I do a lot of shit and I probably hurt you more than I even noticed, but I am trying so hard to be good for you. Every time I can make you smile I see it as a victory," Blaine blabbered out and pressed his mouth onto Kurt's, glad to feel the pressure returned.

"You really are stupid and forget me and say mean things... but I know. I know that you try, Blaine, and I know why you try. That's enough for me," Kurt said with feigned irritation and dried the last tear from his cheek.

"Come on. I'm gonna have dessert for once – and we need to leave soon or we'll be late," Blaine crooned and kissed Kurt's cheek before he gestured for Kurt to sit back down so he could seat himself.

"Late? Where are we going?" Kurt asked and took a spoonful of cake, making Blaine chuckle as he nearly went cross-eyed from the taste.

"You'll see. But I know you'll love it. It's a really beautiful place," Blaine teased, very satisfied by the mystified expression on Kurt's face.

In reality Blaine didn't have much dessert. He merely poked at his flan with his fork while observing Kurt find pleasure in his cheesecake with wine on the side, shyly peeking up at Blaine every now and then as he let the fork disappear between his lush lips with a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

As Kurt let the tip of his tongue sneak out to lick a crumb off his upper lip Blaine felt a shiver spread through his body reminding him that if he didn't pull out of his mesmerized state now he never would.

He told Kurt to hurry and finish up so they could get going. Kurt emptied his glass and got to his feet, excitement flooding through his body. Blaine helped him put on his coat and kept his hand in his own as they walked down the street before Blaine stopped and turned to face him.

"Blaine, are you kidding me?" Kurt quaked out in a weak voice, not daring to believe it, but his eyes locked on the front of the building looking beautiful with lights and decorations.

"I don't kid about Broadway, baby," Blaine smiled and squeezed his hand, leading him into the theater where he had made sure to have the best seats in the VIP lounge. Nothing was too good for Kurt.

He nearly didn't see Kurt's face throughout the entire show. He was sitting on the edge of his seat with his fingers playing over his lips, huge eyes sparkling and ecstasy practically radiating from his entire being. Blaine kept a hand on his thigh, watching Kurt more than he watched the stage, and enjoyed the atmosphere surrounding his overcome boyfriend.

As the show ended and the lights went on people started to get up and get to their feet so they could seek towards the exit. Kurt, on the contrary, sunk back into his seat to take it all in, but as he got up and started getting ready to leave Blaine dragged him back down to sit.

"Blaine, we have to leave. They're closing up," he said with a mouth that refused to let go of his smile.

"I just have one last thing before we can go home," Blaine cooed and watched as Kurt's face was lined once more with confusion, as it had been so many times over the evening.

Blaine held Kurt back and waited until everyone had left before he grabbed his hand and led him down a hall, making Kurt stare at him in terror.

"Blaine! We can't be here. They're gonna get us banned for life and I don't want my first Broadway show ever to be my last as well," Kurt pleaded scared, but apparently he had been so caught up in his nerves that he hadn't noticed where they were going, because he stopped dead when it hit him.

They were standing in the middle of the stage, in front of all the seats, the orchestra pit right in front of them, hundreds of empty seats for audience, but they were all alone in the darkness of the empty theater.

"I pulled some strings. And now -" Blaine smiled and grabbed Kurt's hand to pull him closer and put his hand on his back, staring directly into his big starry eyes, piercing as the shone brightly through the dimmed lighting above their heads.

"- I want you to dance with me," Blaine completed, then took a good hold of Kurt before he started swaying and moving his feet slowly around, Kurt following his lead with his head resting on Blaine's shoulder, and Blaine could feel that he was smiling.

"You have officially lost your mind," Kurt mumbled into his neck while Blaine brushed his hand lightly up and down his back and pressed small kisses to Kurt's temple and cheekbone.

"I blame you," Blaine whispered into his hair. Kurt responded by tightening his grip on Blaine's shoulders and nuzzling his nose into the crook of his neck.

They swayed and moved around in a small square on the big stage for a while before Blaine moved back to have a look at Kurt who looked like he was torn between smiling, crying or having a mental breakdown.

"And now I think it's time for you to have a moment to yourself in the spotlight," Blaine crooned and started to move back but Kurt dragged him back.

"No. I don't want it without you," Kurt practically whimpered.

"Doll-face, this stage is all for you tonight – let it love you. Don't let me steal it from you," Blaine chuckled and placed a quick peck on his lips before walking off stage and settling down into one of the seats to watch Kurt on the stage.

He watched as Kurt walked around the stage in the vague light. He could sense that he was unsure of what to do about himself but curiously absorbed every single detail he could find. After he had been around the stage a few times he walked over and sat down by the piano at the end of the stage.

Blaine was comfortable and didn't feel like there should be any problems at all. He found that he really enjoyed watching Kurt in his own world. He could easily do that for a long time.

"It's not as much fun without you," Kurt suddenly said from the stage, dragging Blaine out of his thoughts of how lucky he actually was to have Kurt be with him when he never was available and when he so often was grumpy and bitchy or forgot his promises. No, it really was like had said to him on New Year's Eve; Kurt deserved much better, but he was way too selfish to let him go.

Suddenly Kurt was sitting on the edge of the stage, observing Blaine as he was lost in thoughts.

"Is there somewhere you'd rather be right now?" Kurt asked, insecurity simmering under the surface, implicit in his voice and his eyes so covered by shadows that Blaine couldn't make out the expression on his face.

"What? No – no," he said and got up. He took the trip back around the length of the stage to walk up the small stairwell where Kurt had got to his feet by the piano and was waiting for him.

"Come here," Blaine smiled and walked to sit at the instrument. As soon as Kurt had sat down next to him he started playing. He played a mix of different classic pieces and was happy to feel Kurt looking at him in awe. He watched Blaine's fingers slide around the ivory and the way his hands and wrists worked with graceful movements.

"Wow. I knew you could play but..." Kurt said, trailing off as Blaine rested his hands back in his lap.

"Nah it's nothing," he shrugged as if he had just rolled his hands randomly around.

"Wanna go home now? Or do you have plans of something? Cause I have an idea," Blaine smiled with his next secret playing on his lips.

"I don't know if I'm more scared or curious," Kurt declared but leaned in to press his mouth onto Blaine's, letting their lips move together soft and slowly.

"Thank you. This was really the most incredible Valentine's Day ever. And I didn't even know that it was Valentine's Day. I know that you love me, Blaine. Even when I'm nervous and scared that you have changed your mind I still feel it somehow," Kurt admitted and Blaine gave him a lingering kiss in response.

"Good. Cause I can't stop it. I'm glad you liked today. I wanted to take you to Paris, but there's no way your dad would let me, and I'm not sure I could without his consent," Blaine teased and lightly squeezed Kurt's thigh.

"Don't even joke about Paris! But yeah, unfortunately that probably won't be a possibility for the next two years," Kurt warned him and swatted his hand playfully with a feigned expression of shocked indignation.

"Let's just get a cab," Blaine laughed and stood up to leave the stage, giving Kurt a moment alone to say goodbye.

xXx

The apartment was warm and comfortable when they got back. As Kurt went to the bathroom Blaine took the opportunity to light some candles around the bedroom and get what he needed for what he was planning.

"What is this?" Kurt asked when he entered the room to find Blaine nude on the bed with candles filling up the entire surface of the dresser Blaine had fucked him against the night they got together. But tonight he wanted something different.

"Come here. I've got something I wanna try," he said, his voice luring Kurt to come to the bed.

Blaine was on his knees on the edge of the bed and started to slowly unbutton Kurt's vest and shirt. Kurt smiled down at Blaine, running his fingers softly through his hair while letting the man undress him. As soon as Blaine had slipped Kurt's clothes off his upper body he kissed his bellybutton before proceeding to undo his pants. When he had slipped them and his underwear down Blaine leaned closer to press a soft kiss to each of his hips before carefully letting his lips graze over Kurt's vulva.

"Lie down on your back," Blaine smiled softly and grabbed Kurt's clothes to fold them and put it on the top of his suitcase and then returned to find Kurt perfect and naked in front of him.

When he crawled back on the bed he straddled Kurt's thighs and pressed a kiss to his lips before leaning to the bedside table and open the drawer. At this movement Kurt went stiff under him, holding his breath.

"Why do you need a condom? Oh no. Blaine – what did you do?" He asked and didn't even try to hide his panic and the tears in his eyes, so Blaine stopped mid-motion to return his attention to Kurt's face.

"Shhh, I'm not looking for a condom. I don't need those when I only ever am with you. I don't even think I have any. Just – relax." He ran his fingers soothingly down Kurt's torso and was happy to find that Kurt eased up again.

He didn't need to look long, he knew exactly where he had put what he needed. So he pulled out a jar and a brush before he nearly chuckled from Kurt's wide eyes.

"You always tease me for not wanting dessert and for caring about what I eat, so tonight I thought I would have some chocolate," he grinned with a smirk and got the lid off the jar.

"Oh god, are you serious?" Kurt spat out and burst into laughter.

He rushed to sit up and clasp his hands onto the back of Blaine's neck so he could kiss him long and deep and sloppy, before he backed away with a devilish grin on his face. He laid slowly back down, only he seemed different as he looked up at Blaine with wet, kiss swollen lips and a playful glint in his eyes.

"Go on. Eat me," he challenged, suddenly his entire body and being oozing with sensuality and Blaine nearly turned damn flushed.

He picked up the brush and dipped it into the chocolate cream, happy that the lady he had bought it from had guaranteed that it wouldn't hurt Kurt's skin. He let a brown trail down the middle of Kurt's torso. Kurt looked down over himself without moving, seeming like he was being painted for a piece of art rather than his boyfriend living out a messy fantasy about his willing body.

Blaine dipped the brush back in the jar once more before he continued the trail from Kurt's bellybutton over his vulva to end at the beginning of his slit, making Kurt release a hushed breath from the fact that Blaine put it down there as well. He painted Kurt's nipples and down his neck, and let the soft hair of the brush trace a dark stripe up his nude slit from where it met his thighs. As a final touch before he put the glass and brush away Blaine painted over two of his own fingers and he could see on Kurt's face that he knew his plan.

When the jar and brush were safely out of activity zone he leaned over Kurt's body, careful not to ruin his masterpiece, and ran his painted fingers over Kurt's lips before Kurt slowly opened and let them into his mouth.

Blaine almost came. He realized that he and Kurt had been having sex frequently for three months and he hadn't gotten one blowjob from him – and here he was, sucking and licking his fingers with his eyes locked on Blaine like he had a fucking Ph.D in sucking cock, his eyes screaming that in his head those fingers were Blaine's dick and there was nothing more he wanted than to take it in his mouth.

When his fingers were clean and wet Kurt sensually let his lips slowly slip off his fingers before he licked his lips with tender eyes and Blaine had to remind himself what they were doing so he didn't just fuck Kurt senseless instead.

At first, he smiled and leaned down to kiss Kurt and lick off the leftovers of the chocolate on his lips. The taste mixed with Kurt's mouth was sweet and strong, obvious that it was high quality from the provider Blaine had carefully chosen to use to buy a series of lovely toys which he would be introducing Kurt to later. The same place where he had bought the sweet, blue vibrator – not planning on telling Kurt it had been $160 for just the vibrator but there honestly wasn't anything that was too good to take care of Kurt's body, and in the string of that he ad to admit that the collection he had locked away in a box bought solely for Kurt only a week ago would make Kurt's little, blue thing seem like an impulse purchase from the store down the street and not the piece from the number one in the business that it actually was.

He let his tongue swirl eagerly around with Kurt's for a moment before his arms told him that he needed to get going so he didn't fall down onto Kurt's chocolate-covered chest. With that thought he leaned down and let his tongue out to take a long lick up Kurt's neck, letting the thick, sweet taste of chocolate lie as a blanket over his tongue.

He didn't waste any time on continuing to move to sit next to Kurt instead, giving him better access to begin laving up his stomach,from his bellybutton to solar plexus, mouthing his lips over the wet trail to make sure he got it all before he repeated the action up Kurt's chest.

Kurt's fingers were running soothingly up and down his back, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck and Blaine could feel that he was smiling and watching. Yet, it wasn't until Blaine locked his lips around his nipple, locked and sucked that Kurt gasped and took a firm grip on his hair. With that reaction Blaine sucked a little harder before he moved to his other nipple, this time starting out by lapping at it before kissing it clean with gentle strokes of lips and tongue.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Kurt grinned as Blaine sat up so he could move further down his body.

"Honey, if dessert was always like this I would never have anything else," Blaine mused with a gentle bite at Kurt's hip before he used his tongue to clean the short trail from Kurt's waist to his bellybutton.

"For someone who seems so stiff and serious to the world you sure are the silliest person I know," Kurt laughed and smiled down on Blaine as he settled himself between Kurt's legs.

He hoisted Kurt's legs up with the tendons of his knees over Blaine's shoulder so he could shoot a telling glance up at Kurt before he moved down to lick from the beginning of Kurt's slit up his vulva, the tip of his tongue barely dipping between the lips.

"Oh yes, Blaine," Kurt breathed out as Blaine sucked one of Kurt's lips into his mouth.

He licked around it and sucked it good before he repeated on the next pussy lip, Kurt's fingers back in his hair, but now a little stronger around the gelled-up locks.

"You taste so good, darling -" Blaine hummed and kissed his way from perineum all the way up his pink, open cunt, sucking lightly on the waiting clit.

"Blaine... you're just saying that – because of the chocolate," Kurt breathed out with a weak laugh and let his legs fall down on either side of Blaine's body, offering himself completely and fully to the mercy (or lack thereof) of Blaine's mouth.

But instead of proceeding to eat Kurt out thoroughly he made sure he had done a proper job cleaning up the mess he had made with the candy. When he was sure Kurt's skin was back to pale and vaguely pink as always, his pussy lips slightly puffier and darker than usual, Blaine ventured back up his body, his fingertips slowly following his travel from the side of Kurt's thigh, over his hip and ribs and up his chest, collarbone and neck where he cupped his hand around his cheek so he could kiss him softly, chastely.

"You're the most beautiful person in the world," Blaine said thickly, nearly not even recognizing his own voice, confused as to how he had gone from being a career-minded asshole to where he was.

"You work with models all the time. Beauty is something you swim in, Blaine -" Kurt said and rolled his eyes, but there was an odd vulnerability mixed in his insecurity.

"I mean it, doll-face. I surround myself with aesthetically correctly proportioned people all the time, but they're boring and ordinary to me. Beauty takes extraordinarity. You're like nothing there ever was or ever will be. You're the most beautiful person there could be," Blaine said truthfully, not really understanding why that could be so hard for Kurt to see.

"I love you," Kurt murmured like it was all he had. His cheeks were red exertion and from the heat of the candles and the flames were playing around in the reflection in his eyes.

There was nothing left for Blaine to do than to kiss Kurt as deeply and passionately as he was capable of. He let his one hand run down Kurt's arm to find his hand and intertwine their fingers so he could squeeze Kurt's hand hard next to his head on the pillow.

His pelvis was pressed hard down onto Kurt's, his erection throbbing from being so close to Kurt without anything but vague motions going on.

He moved his hips and had slid his cock between Kurt's folds, its head rubbing over his clit, making both men moan and hum against each other's mouths. Kurt gently started pushing his hips upwards, making the pressure of Blaine's shaft on his sex heavier, their breathing now a panting through their nostrils.

It was only a moment before Blaine had angled his hips correctly so he could slide his dick carefully inside Kurt's body and Kurt whimpered into his mouth with a strengthened grip on his hand. In return Kurt let his one leg slide up Blaine's side and bent it to rest his foot on the small part of Blaine's back.

As their tongues danced lazily around one another, their lips massaging wet and heavy, Blaine moved his hips upwards and slowly back down. The drag of Kurt's slick walls surrounding him was intense as he slid out and back in, doing his best to not let their bodies lose contact – the dragging sensational and slow, a hazy pace like they were moving in slow motion. It was nothing like anything he had ever done before. It was always fuck in, fuck out for him – but this wasn't just fucking, this was connecting, and it scared him.

Kurt was panting into his mouth and while Blaine kept a tender, gentle rhythm of moving in and out of Kurt they let their foreheads rest against each other, searching for proper breathing but all they found was each other's eyes.

"You're so good, Blaine -" Kurt nearly whispered, his voice breathy and hazed with his one hand still clinging to Blaine's and the other a firm grip on Blaine's neck to keep their gaze locked.

"You're... ugh, god! Best," Blaine heaved back into his mouth and concentrated on brushing cock head against Kurt's g-spot while simultaneously rubbing his own pelvis over Kurt's with every move to stimulate his clit to make it as good as possible for Kurt; this was all about Kurt.

He could feel that Kurt was close. His nails were digging a little harder into his neck and his heel was pushing a little harder down on his ass. His breathing was uneven against Blaine's lips and the muscles in his thighs were tensing a little more.

"Yes, Blaine – Blaine, don't stop," he cried against Blaine's mouth, his pussy locking tightly around Blaine's cock as he kept his rhythm, struggling to keep hitting that spot he knew Kurt needed.

"Yes, yes, baby -" Kurt mewled under his breath as his thighs clamped to wrap around Blaine's body. Kurt trembled and panted needy with his eyelids heavy but fought to not let go of Blaine's orbs.

"Kurt, fuck... I love you, god I love you," Blaine moaned, muffled by his lips pressed to Kurt's as he continued moving a little faster inside of Kurt's slick, tight heat clenching around him, forcing him closer and provoking the heat that was bubbling inside of him.

They were sweaty and hot, it was nearly unbearable to be so close when it felt like they were about to melt, but if they melted together to be one it would be all worth it after all.

With every movement Blaine could feel Kurt's body falling perfectly into place with his, like they were molded to be connected that way, and right now Blaine realized that this was the right way to be. If it really was so that people were meant to be with someone specific he was meant to be with Kurt, because they were shaped to fit each other.

The heat inside of him started rising over the edge of the heat of his skin. He could feel the simmering in his stomach turn to a bubbling boiling, and he nearly got sad because it meant that it would soon be over and he would have to move away from Kurt, so he kissed him again and moved a little slower, but it was impossible because his hips needed to go faster and he couldn't control it when they did.

It was nowhere near as fast and hard as he usually did, but Kurt's pussy was still locked hard around him, refusing to let go of his cock, so he continued and had no power over the whimper falling from his mouth into Kurt's as his sac tightened and spurted into Kurt from Blaine's own body, filling him up with all Blaine had to give him.

"Kurt, oh shit, Kurt, please – oh god," he whined incoherently as Kurt groaned his name and came himself.

He draped his arms around Kurt's shoulders, doing his best to get his body impossibly closer as he kissed him hungry and needy, almost desperate, and Kurt accepted and received, returned with his own frantic desperation.

"Wow," Kurt whispered and made Blaine's skin tingle all over his body.

"Yeah. Wow," he agreed and couldn't stop smiling, almost letting a chuckle burst from his mouth.

He didn't want to move. He wanted to stay on top of Kurt, inside of Kurt, forever. Moving meant reality and possibly clothes and responsibility, but right now all he needed was Kurt as close as possible and sleep.

"I love you too," Kurt smiled and nudged his nose against Blaine's with tease in his eyes.

Unfortunately he had to move. He couldn't stay there because at some point it would be impossible for Kurt to breathe.

So he compromised by grabbing a handful of paper towels and carefully cleaning himself and Kurt off as he slipped out of him before he made Kurt move under the comforter so he could follow him immediately after and fold his arm around Kurt, dragging him back close as possible.

"Can we just stay here forever? Like this?" Kurt asked and let his fingers in between Blaine's.

"I wanna do that. It would be perfect," Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt's thumb.

"Today was the best day ever," Kurt smiled and let his thumb brush over Blaine's with a dozy motion.

"It really was. It took me ages to plan. But my friends adore you so I had help," Blaine smiled humbly.

"Your friends helped you?" Kurt asked and raised his eyebrow in curiosity.

"A bit. I just – said that I wanted to do something special for you and I had some help picking out the restaurant and the play. But it was mostly not calling or texting you that I needed help with, to be honest -" Blaine admitted awkwardly. He felt like a schoolboy which really wasn't his thing.

"Aww, you couldn't leave me alone? That is so sweet. It was amazing and perfect and... makes up for the last few days and all the days we haven't seen each other. You're spoiling me," Kurt said with blushing cheeks.

"Only the best for you," Blaine chuckled and kissed his nose.

They stayed like that for a while, staring into each other's eyes and enjoying being together. The candles slowly started dying out around them and the temperature went down, but they didn't really notice because they were wrapped in each other and the comforter. Despite the warmth and love with Kurt in his arms, Blaine had something on his mind that had been nagging him painfully for days and he had promised himself to not take it up now, but he couldn't hold it back anymore – he needed to know.

"It's not because I wanna ruin anything, I just – I really need to know. I promised myself I wouldn't take it up now, because I wanted tonight to be perfect, but this is just... it's really important to me to know," he started out and for the first time since he had surprised Kurt in the morning Kurt's face turned into a frown that made his eyebrows nearly crash above his nose.

"What's wrong?" He asked insecurely.

"It's just... your dad mentioned something about – bullies in your school. What was that about?" Blaine asked and watched Kurt go pale in front of him.

"That's – nothing. It's not bullying. It's just... some teasing. It doesn't mean anything, I just ignore it," Kurt stammered, but Blaine could hear in his voice that he was definitely stretching the truth.

"Kurt, you can tell me. It's just because I worry about you. I don't want anyone to do you any harm in any way. Ever," Blaine sighed heavily, wishing that Kurt would just tell him what it was that he was hiding, but he didn't want to push it any further and risk the night turning into a fight.

"It really doesn't mean anything, Blaine. It's just immature jocks, nothing else," Kurt tried assuring him, but it didn't have any effect since his eyes weren't agreeing with his words.

"Alright. If you say so. But – just promise me you'll tell me if something happens. I want you safe," he cooed and dragged Kurt closer with a kiss to his temple.

"You're precious. I won't let anything happen to you, doll-face."