“Ok, ok sooo remind me again, just exactly w-what happened with you two after you first met?” Mercedes, Kurt's oldest and closest friend from high school, swilled the thick red wine around her glass and raised it up to her lips with a bright smile as she continued to slur giddily, “I mean I knooow I've heard it like a million times, but you know-” She huffed a short breathy laugh and tipped her glass as if by way of explanation and then took a mouthful, “I just remember my boy, going off on one of his long-hauls and then coming back all ecstatic telling me that he had a man,” she chuckled, deep and hearty, “and hey what better night to take a trip down memory lane, than tonight, today, on your third anniversary together.”

Kurt grinned wildly against the edge of his glass whilst shaking his head, god did he love his best friend, especially when in one of her happy/merry states. Blaine swept in from the kitchen after having cleared away some of their empty plates, chuckling a little as having heard from the next room, with a beer bottle in one hand and a freshly opened bottle of Merlot in his other. He continued laughing and smiling brightly as he filled up Mercedes's glass before she could take another sip and then dropped back into his seat next to Kurt opposite her, filling his glass and then setting the bottle down.

He leaned over and dropped a feather light kiss to Kurt's temple, “I'll let you tell it this time sweetheart,” He leaned back in his chair, one arm draped over the back of Kurt's chair, his hand resting on his shoulder and fingers playing lightly with the collar of his shirt and bracing his beer bottle in his other hand on the table. Kurt grinned, rolled his eyes and then took one big swig for good measure before setting his glass down and leaning back too, with an arm draped over Blaine's thigh and the fingers of his free hand circling the stem of his wine glass.

The three were in their absolute element, and Kurt could not think of one single better way that he would liked to have spent his evening. It was a Saturday and for the second year running he and Blaine had both managed to score the weekend off to celebrate their anniversary. They had just had a new kitchen fitted in their home that they had bought together this time last year, and Blaine had happily announced he was going to cook them a meal, stock up on their favourite wine and beer and they would enjoy a quiet evening in together. Not five minutes after that conversation, Kurt's cell phone buzzed with a message explaining that Ms Jones was currently in town on business, and to cut a long story short, here they are.

Blaine had taken an instant liking to Mercedes when they were first introduced to each other not long after starting to date Kurt, and vice versa. He appreciated her and Kurt's close friendship though now living in different states and leading completely different lives, and she was grateful for the very obvious love and adoration Blaine felt for Kurt. Blaine knew that Mercedes would always hold a place close to their hearts mutually and in their lives for a long, long time. He knew he could confide in her, could count on her support, and she had fast became one of his closest friends also. They were quite the trio when together, and Blaine could honestly say that he did not mind in the slightest that she was here tonight with them, she was lonely having had to travel with work and Blaine could not think of anybody else he would have wanted to gatecrash their plans. Her car was coming back to collect her at Eleven to take her back to her company's hotel and then, if not too tired nor too tipsy, he could continue with his initial plans if he so wished.  

“So-” Kurt started the story, and Blaine closed his eyes, smiling to himself as the memories and images from Three years ago came flooding back in his mind whilst he listened.

…

“So uh, Mr-Um Captain Anderson, we all, um my cabin crew and I and the uh, the pilots, usually meet up downstairs in the hotel bar after freshening up a little, we have a few drinks and um stuff-”

God, Kurt did not know what was the matter with him, he had been around good looking men more than enough times, hell his ex wasn't exactly bad looking, but there was just something about this guy. Over the past 10 hours he had been in that cockpit offering a number of refreshments and favours more than he had on all of his shifts put together. He did actually think at one point the co-pilot was going to lock him out though he did seem humoured by Kurt and the Captain's subtly flirtatious interactions. And then there was the sly, friendly teasing from his staff out in the cabin every time he came back out to actually do some work, heart pounding and cheeks a little flushed. But the Captain didn't seem to mind, not whatsoever, his face literally lighting up like a Christmas tree whenever Kurt would come in with something new to offer, or a funny story about one of the passengers, and that's all that mattered to Kurt.

“oh um, thank you Kurt, yes that sounds great, I'll meet you there,” The captain stood facing Kurt, with his strong arms and legs, slightly flushed cheeks, a light sheen of sweat over his brow, his hair starting to soften from the thick slap of gel, utterly and completely gorgeous. He clutched the key card for his room in his hand tightly and his overnight bag in his other as he turned towards the elevator with a grin.

“Oh great, yes, great, um see you in a few then-” Suddenly the captain swung back around, eyes wide and sparkling, Kurt had never seen a mixture of colours like them before.

“Kurt?”

“Yes?”

“Call me Blaine, please-” Kurt's skin warmed as he smiled widely, showing all of his teeth.

“Ok um, see you soon then, Blaine-”

“Save me a seat Kurt.”

*

“No offense, but I cant imagine you as a doctor, I mean, um, not that I don't think you'd be any good at it, I just um-” Blaine laughed whilst trying to swallow a mouthful of whatever new Hawaiian cocktail concoction had been placed before him this time and a patted a hand on Kurt's knee.

“Oh no you're right, I couldn't imagine myself doing that either, I don't know what I was thinking, I changed my mind so many times during high school and college, I was little… eccentric back then I think-” Kurt hummed in amusement around his straw as he took a long drawl, the next thought popped into his head and registered with his vocal chords as quick as the alcohol from his straw reached his tongue, with no power to push the words back down.

“I mean the uniform would have looked good on you, it's quite obvious you can make a mundane work's uniform look-” He even had the audacity to let his eyes trail over Blaine's sitting form as a mental image sprung up of Blaine wearing a white coat with a stethoscope around his neck and a pen balanced between his lips. He coughed a little, spluttering, setting the glass down on the table beside them and dared to chance a look at Blaine.

Blaine was watching him with almost hooded, dark glassy golden eyes, the tips of his defined cheek bones a little rosy, but that could be the cocktails, and his smile was perfect, a set of white teeth in the middle of glossy looking parted pink lips.

“I'm glad you think so, Kurt, I'd uh, have to bare that in mind…work costume themed parties and such…” He was flirting, this was flirting, I mean who couldn't respond that way with the line Kurt had just thrown at him.

There's nothing wrong with a little harmless flirting right? Kurt was on his-god knows how many- drink now, the meal the crew had shared earlier settling deep in his belly and the positive, inspiring thought of ‘who really gives a shit?' on his mind, he tilted his head a little a small smirk.

“Well for what it's worth, I'm glad that you finally settled on something, and chose Piloting-”

Blaine's hand found Kurt's knee again, and squeezed a little, fingers gliding down over the bare, slightly hairy skin of Kurt's leg just below the hem of his Capri-shorts, “Me too Kurt, me too.”

Ok so, Kurt had to make an executive decision and he had to make one NOW, although he was already pretty much 98.5% sure of what his answer was going to be. The 1.5% being the very rational and sensible amount of thought that, they were at work, technically, Blaine was work, and that business and pleasure should never mix, or so they say.

Kurt never did this, ok he did, since separating with his ex, but never with work colleagues, and although it wasn't going against company policy because they weren't around any customers, the crew were always set up in hotels far away from the passenger resorts during long haul stays, he still wasn't sure about this, about Blaine.

He actually really liked Blaine, that was the problem, and if he did something with him he might then later regret, he could see himself actually caring about it, because he did like, LIKE this guy. They had a lot in common, a similar age, Blaine was hot. They had spent the last few hours amongst the rest of their crew in the hotel's restaurant, happily talking and laughing, sharing interests (mutual love of performing- drunk or sober) and the tastes of each other's side dishes. They had then all moved on to the accompanying bar next door, and continued their conversation, jumping from new topic to topic easily, and as the late hour stretched onto even later, one by one each of the crew retired for the evening, leaving the two of them sitting side by side on a couch in the corner of the swanky quiet bar.

They learned of each other's single status's, Kurt of Seven months and Blaine of Nine, both on mutual grounds and happy to move and keep searching, or whatever that's supposed to mean.

Maybe Blaine did this a lot, maybe Kurt was the next of a long line of romantic/sexual accomplishments for Blaine, or maybe Kurt was wrong and he should give this guy a chance, maybe Kurt didn't care.

*

In all fairness, Kurt did reconsider, he did, he did try to re-evaluate all coherent thoughts that the insignificant part of his brain which wasn't soaked in Caribbean rum and vodka had managed to keep. But staying for one last drink meant another opportunity to flirt, leading to umpteen chances of fleeting touches and lingering gazes, which then lead to Kurt finding himself walking Blaine to his suite because of course it was on the way to his own room, fours floors away.

But by the time Kurt had waited for Blaine to slide his card into the lock box and open his door, and then demurely leaned in to press a chaste goodnight kiss to Blaine's cheek and finally  turned to step away, he was already pressed up against Blaine's door gasping and panting, the inside of Blaine's already closed door that is.

Which ultimately lead to now, the soft subtle squeaks of the hotel's mattress, sinful sounds of skin slick and moist slapping together, a beautiful chorus of moans and gasps and the delicious feel of Blaine's tongue wet and tingly against his throat, his hands hot and teasing against his shoulders, his ribcage, back and thighs, the cool remnants of lubricant dribbling down their legs. And then of course there was Blaine's cock, large and thick, pulsing and pounding with each determined thrust and grind into Kurt.

And once again Kurt could not find it in himself to care.

Afterwards as Kurt lay face up gasping for breath, sated with limbs heavy and limp, willing his skin to cool and his heart rate to slow down, he stared up into the darkness of the room, and could not seem to budge the dirty grin from his face. Blaine lifted his head from Kurt's slick smooth chest and their eyes caught each others, the pale moonlight crept in from a crack in the drapes and Blaine's beautiful smiling face was like something from a movie, an angelic vision beaming back at Kurt, chest heaving, dark curls sticking to his head, skin flushed. He nuzzled his face gently with Kurt's, kissing his nose and his cheeks, something that Kurt had never experienced with a supposed one night stand before.

“Hey, Mr Hummel?”

“Captain Anderson?”

“That was unbelievable-” He sounded almost breathless, Kurt grinned and couldn't help but steal a closed lipped kiss, it just felt right.

“It really, absolutely was,”

“Kurt?”

“Blaine?”

“Will you go out with me? Like on a date, a real one, I mean, we can do ‘this' as much as we want, and Christ do I want, b- but, just go out with me, here in Hawaii or back at home, anywhere, both…please?”

And Kurt had never been gladder, ever in his life that he hadn't listened to his rational 1.5% self. Kurt hadn't cared, and now he was in a place where he could care very, very  much, and it felt just awesome.

…

“So surely after all this time you guys can act a little more like ‘together' around each other at work now right?”

After Mercedes had been re-familiarized with the very lovely way of how Kurt and Blaine had began dating and never looked back, the topic of conversation had remained based on their relationship but had moved on to more current affairs. Kurt poured the last of the bottle of Merlot into his and Mercedes's glasses in equal amounts and stood up, taking Blaine's empty beer bottle with a quick kiss and walking towards the kitchen.

“Well yes and no I guess, it's easier because all of our colleagues know, and even HQ aren't as snooty about it as they could be, but it's still a little…cautionary, right honey?” Kurt left the room with only the sounds of clinking and metal doors opening and closing. Blaine reached over and picked up a handful of olives from a small bowl in the centre of the table, innocently contemplating as he chewed and swallowed, staring off into thin air, something that he had been doing more often than not recently. Mercedes watched him carefully from the other side of the table, as he continued to daydream and mumble to himself.

“Well I wouldn't say that exactly, It's not like anybody in any job anywhere would start making out or blowing each other in front of paying customers…I don't even think it has to do with us being gay, at least I hope not, when we're married they wont be able to say anything-they're just-”

He stopped, lips smacking shut and eyes snapping over to Mercedes who was watching him still, glass lowered to the table and a huge cheesy grin on her face. He shook his head a little, gaze shifting to the kitchen doorway and was able to let go of the breath he didn't realise he was holding when he found it-Kurtless.

He looked back at Mercedes rather panicky who was eyeing him now rather suspiciously with a slight head tilt, but by the way of her small sneaky smirk she knew exactly where his train of thought and slip of words was headed.

“Where's your head at?” she mouthed delightedly.

“In the clouds-” He replied with a look of shock and awe and contentment.

She grinned wide and bobbed up and down a little on her chair, quickly straightening up when another clatter sounded from the next room and approaching footsteps became louder.

A second later Kurt breezed back into the room, a little flustered and a tray in his hands with three small glass tumblers of dark liquid and a small box of dark chocolates.

“Night caps?”

*

“Honey?” Kurt climbed into bed and lay down shivering with the feel of the cool sheets against his bare skin, fidgeting with the edge of the covers as he turned his head on the pillow and peered into the adjacent bathroom, with only the light from the said room filtering through and lighting up a slice of their bedroom, just reaching the corner of the bed.

“Hmm?” The water shut off followed by the clang of Blaine's toothbrush dropping back into the small metal cup and the toilet flushed as the light clicked off completely and Blaine walked into the room glorious in just a pair of white Calvin Klein's.

He slid under the covers, immediately slotting himself between the blankets and Kurt's body, hovering over him and pressing his weight down softly, he smelled of mint and chocolate and when Kurt tipped his head forward to suck gently at his bottom lip he could taste the sweet remnants of beer.

“It was ok that Cedes joined us tonight right?”

Blaine pressed their lips together, “Of course babe, god of course, I may even love her just a little more than you,” They both grinned into the next kiss and Kurt hummed in the back of his throat.

“But you uh, you didn't have to cancel any plans or anything right?” Blaine dropped his head to the curve of Kurt's neck and licked a long stripe.

“No sweetheart, we were just having dinner anyway right?” Kurt arched his back up off of the mattress as Blaine's tongue and teeth found that special weak spot, he moaned low and spoke again, a little more breathy.

“Yeah, yeah right, but you didn't change the order of things you know? Didn't have to cut anything out?” Blaine's head bobbed back up, lips a deep pink, wet and parted and eyebrows raised quizzically.

“Kurt?”

“I heard, I um heard when I was in the kitchen, what you um, what you had-” Blaine's gaze softened, and his breath caught in his throat, he wasn't shocked or startled or even panicked, not now. He moved his hands to cup each side of Kurt's face, thumbs brushing over his cheeks where his long lashes fluttered down and back up softly. Blaine leaned over and flicked on the night light returning his hands to Kurt's face and staring down into his big blue eyes, so wide and clear, swirling with greys and dots of greens, like a galaxy, so uniquely beautiful, so profound, so him.

“You heard right sweetheart,” Blaine's voice was so soft, so endearing.

“You, you've uh, thought about it, that, ah us, in that way?” Blaine couldn't help but smile and brush their noses together, Kurt was usually a little more collected, a little more level-headed, but was now taken completely off-guard. He reached behind Kurt's head under the pillow and moved his hand around between the edge of the mattress and the frame of the bed, with a low clang he pulled his hand back, fist closed and shaking if just a little.

No time like the present.

He sat up, bringing Kurt with him who was now starting to breathe deep and quicker having eyed Blaine's hand curiously.

Blaine opened his fist to reveal a small dark red leather box, he smiled when tears sprung to Kurt's wide eyes, “I've done more than think about it sweetheart, Mr Hummel, would you, as a gift to me on our third anniversary, do me the extraordinary honour of-”

Blaine was suddenly bounced back on to the mattress, “yes, Captain Blaine Anderson, oh my god, yes I WILL marry you-” Blaine pulled himself back up just enough to pull the shiny diamond ring from the box and glide it onto Kurt's appropriate finger, he then found himself on his back again, with Kurt both laughing and crying, draped over the top of him, peppering kisses wherever he could.

“Oh my god, oh my GOD, I love you so much-”

“I love you too-” Blaine breathed, elated.

“Is this where you've been lately, is this where your head was at?” Kurt teased, caressing his jaw with his hand, teasing with the cool glint of his beautiful engagement ring.

“My head is always full of you sweetheart…with you and up in the clouds.”