“And Blaine?” Blaine smirks, lifts his head from his computer and tilts it over to the direction of where his name is being called, but doesn't pull his eyes away from the screen.

At this rate, with the amount of questions Kurt has been throwing his way for most of the day, he'll never finish off his afternoon work load. Just as Blaine settles back down in front of the screen or with a handful of important looking papers, Kurt finds a new way to grab his attention.

They're having a quiet ‘office' day today. It's a Friday, their scheduled weekend off on the horizon and the working week is nicely dwindling its way down the hill to a calm and leisurely couple of days of doing nothing- save for maybes a little making out.

Then again this is Kurt we're talking about and ‘doing nothing' usually means definitely doing something, just so long as it's not in the vicinity of work or anything related to stress-enhancing activities.    

Kurt is in one of those strange, oblivious, happy, chatty moods today for some reason. He even declared that morning whilst getting ready and swatting Blaine's hands playfully away from his ass, that it was going to be a dress-down day.

And so Blaine has been subjected to having to drag his eyes away from Kurt's dark skinny denim clad thighs and back to his task at hand. To make matters worse, whilst Blaine had been shaving in the en suite that morning, blissfully unaware as to what was happening in the bedroom, Kurt had helped himself to the contents of Blaine's closet and had greeted Blaine freshly shaven from the bathroom with a twirl and a wink dressed in one of his Tom Ford casual blazers and nothing but a thin white undershirt underneath.

There is something about seeing Kurt in his own clothes that Blaine can't quite put his finger on, but there is definitely something there, something deep rooted that seeps underneath the surface of his flesh and bones.

It's something admittedly primal and ever so slightly dominant, and it helps to keep those pesky other feelings at bay, those feelings that have been creeping up lately on the two of them, and have been causing tension and unwanted bickering.

All Blaine has to do is take a glimpse of Kurt twirling around in one of Blaine's own favourite jackets and probably his underwear too underneath those sinful jeans, and Blaine remembers what's important above all of the chaos and stress.

That man is, somehow, actually Blaine's and he's currently teasing the hell out of him.

The good always manages to outweigh the bad, eventually.    

Blaine loves this Kurt, he loves all of Kurt of course, but he just loves when Kurt is like this. It means that there's nothing on his mind, nothing gnawing at him irritatingly, nothing indicating towards a moody Kurt day.   

Although Blaine is already swamped and shouldn't really allow himself the distraction, he can't help but adore Kurt when he's like this, and finds himself becoming swept up in him. Even more than what he already does, and that had already seemed impossible.

“Darling?” Blaine finally answers, knowing that Kurt catches the teasing lilt of his tone. He glances up and over to Kurt's side of their conjoined desks of their little condo office just on time to see Kurt's cheeks flush a little.

Pet names and terms of endearments are still something that they're testing the waters with. They tend not to over do it, especially when out in the open in public, but Blaine knows Kurt's limits now, in a way he's always known them.

And if Blaine needed any other indication that Kurt does secretly actually like the names, the way he'd ridden Blaine into the mattress the night after their date, whispering how much it turned him on to hear Blaine call him baby earlier that day with his cock in his hand- is a pretty good indicator right there.

Kurt recovers from his cute little unnecessary flustering, and Blaine wonders for a moment if he had been thinking about the same thing he was reminiscing about.

He straightens out some items on his desk, and looks at something pointedly on his laptop screen, occasionally fluttering his eyelashes in Blaine's direction.

“I was um, I was thinking that for your birthday, we-we could invite your family and maybes my dad and Carole here for dinner and drinks, maybe a show or something?”

Blaine finally stops typing and clicking, looks up at Kurt over the edge of the monitor with a bright smile. Kurt's in such a good mood that he's planning weeks in advance in his head.

“Thanksgiving- when they all came, it was- it was fun right?” Kurt adds quietly, like he needs justification, as Blaine just watches him and smiles fondly.

Blaine pushes himself away from his desk, his chair rolling lightly. He stands and makes his way around to Kurt, placing himself between the edge of the desk and Kurt's bent legs.

“It was. It was lovely, and celebrating my birthday that way sounds lovely too. Thank you.” Blaine nods, still smiling. It still takes some time to sink in just how sweet and thoughtful Kurt can actually be.

Kurt smiles, that small shy upturn of the corner of his upper lip, and even runs a hand through his hair. Blaine loves when he does that too. Kurt willing to mess up his own hair, means comfortable, relaxed, playful Kurt, resulting in a very proud and gleeful Blaine.

“New Year was good too, with everyone together.” Blaine muses, stretching his arms along the desk on either side of his body. Kurt's eyes drop to the bulge of his biceps and muscles stretching out, under the short sleeves of his brightly coloured polo-tee.

“Ah yes,” Kurt nods, rolling his chair closer into the space between Blaine's legs, “It was awfully nice of your brother to invite all of us to LA to celebrate with him.”

Blaine hums, widening his legs and allowing his knees to brush against the handle bars of Kurt's chair, grinning he says, “It was, how unlike my brother to do something nice for his family without wanting something in return.”

“I don't know what you're talking about,” Kurt murmurs, reaching out to draw a tiny circle with his finger tip around the little wooden button at Blaine's collar just below his throat. “Your brother is a well to-do, respectable, all-round, nice guy.”

“Oh?” Blaine mumbles around a smirk, his breath hitches as Kurt manages to slip his fingertip past the tiny opening of his polo and starts tickling at the course hairs of his chest as far he can reach. “You seem rather fond. Do I have reason to be jealous?” He asks lowly, glancing upwards to the door to make sure it's shut properly.

They maybe alone in the condo right now, but Santana has made a rather well known untimely habit of busting in on them one too many times, and has now learnt the rule of ‘If a door is shut, knock first…just in case.'

Kurt watches Blaine check the door past his shoulder, trails his finger lower, carefully slipping the remaining few buttons undone, until there is a delightful wedge of Blaine's chest on show. He shakes his head, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth playfully. “Oh, of course not, I've already told you once that one Anderson is enough for me.”

Blaine grins. Kurt adds on the end for good measure, “Actually, one man, just this one,” He tugs on Blaine's shirt with finger tucked into his open collar. “Is more than enough for me.”

Blaine's sheepish grin turns into a full almighty megawatt smile, threatening to split his face in two, his eyes dilating into heated dark pools of pure golden lust. Kurt just knows that look, he knows it too damn well.

They haven't teased like this in such a long time, everything has been pretty much all work and no play for quite some time, and it's clear to see how much they've missed this. It's pretty obvious which direction this is going in, but still they prod and poke and play, teasing until no-doubt the desk will be swiped clear of it's contents making room for them both to sprawl across the top of it. 

“Maybe I could use an assistant,” Blaine teases, prolonging the inevitable. Kurt's eyes light up and Blaine just wants to kiss all over his face, and then a path upwards, nuzzling their noses alongside each others so that he can watch the way Kurt's eyes dilate and sparkle and his lashes sweep open and closed. “Maybe Coop could come work for me, keep him quiet about wanting a job with us. How about that?”

Blaine knows what he's done as soon as the word slips past his lips. Us instead of you. It's Kurt's business, of course. Anybody working for the company, is working for Kurt, not Blaine, not them.

Kurt's lips part with an almost silent breathless gasp, his eyes rounding like saucers, crystal clear, and then he's smiling again, so wide that he starts to giggle. Blaine's chest thumps, his heart beating so fast rhythmically against the inner walls of his body.  

Kurt scoffs, choking down his laugh and shakes his head fondly at Blaine. “Hmm, let me digest that thought.” He says, his eyes brimming with mirth, a beautiful blush coating his cheeks.  

Blaine exhales deeply, relief flooding from his mind and shoulders in a way he can't quite comprehend. He laughs softly along with Kurt for a little while, the sounds of their mixed laughter and panting breaths rising and spreading around the room.

“Hey,” Blaine whispers, looking deep into Kurt's eyes, searching, for what, he's not quite sure yet. Kurt lifts his chin, tilting his head slightly in response.      

“Forget about my brother,” Blaine teases, flashing that grin again, “I must say, that it was also awfully nice of you to pay for everybody a room at Chateau Marmont during our stay in LA over New Year. You know, so that we weren't all sleeping on top of each other at Cooper's place.” Blaine says, his tone enthusiastic and light. “And it was extremely generous and thoughtful of you to ensure that our suite was on a whole other floor, away from our parent's rooms.”

Blaine takes Kurt's ear lobe between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing softly, trying to tease and distract Kurt at the same time. Kurt flushes a little bit, grins and then composes himself.

“Yeah, well I'm just nice like that. I just knew that they would have preferred the window view from the second floor and not way higher up, like us.” Kurt shrugs one shoulder upwards, as nonchalantly as he can manage with Blaine now softly trailing his fingers around the sensitive outer area of his ear.

“Mmm.” Blaine grins back, “Must admit, I enjoyed my view very, very much that night…” He drawls, leaning in to replace his fingers with his lips.

Before his mouth even makes contact with Kurt's skin, he's pulled from the desk and down onto Kurt's lap, the chair rolling and spinning away with the extra weight and force, as they giggle and kiss and then some more.

“I just bet you did. Me too.” Kurt mouths against his neck.

For a little over a month now, after the tantrums that had taken place during Valentines and a long, needed discussion afterwards, it had been decided that it would be logical for Blaine to adjust his working pattern slightly.

Now he spends one full day a week and a few short hours during a spare evening with Andre in the studio, or wherever they need to be or visiting who ever they need to meet with, and the other four (sometimes five depending on the weekend schedule) is left free for his usual ‘Kurt' duties.

It was difficult at first and definitely weird to adjust to, even just a little adjustment as Blaine only being in the office one day less. He still comes home to Kurt at the end of their day apart, rolling into bed in the middle of the night and pressing his nose to the nape of Kurt's neck, his hair sleep rumpled and warm and soft against his face.

Kurt and Blaine have been so used to each other being there, to be able to rely and depend on for so long that it had been something of a hassle for them to get used to at first, no matter how ridiculous Santana called them, or how hard Sam huffed and sighed at their pettiness.

So naturally during days like this, it's quite hard for either one of them to pass up such a simple opportunity of just making out, swapping playful banter and generally just enjoying each other's presence.

This may seem like something highly over the top to some couples and partnerships, but to Kurt and Blaine this is their dynamic, this is what works for them. This is why they are who they are, because of the pure need they have for each other and the willingness and the damned right determination to make it work, to make everything work, and not be proven wrong.

If there is going to be an exception, then why can't it be them?

*

The first person to acknowledge Blaine's second year anniversary within the company is actually, surprisingly and unknowingly Sam.

It's a late Sunday morning and Blaine had invited both Sam and Santana over for breakfast with him and Kurt, for no reason other than a kind gesture- or so Kurt had thought.

Kurt and Blaine had danced around each other in the kitchen, prepping and preparing whilst awaiting their guests, even bringing Jes into the mix and dancing with him in Kurt's arms whilst Blaine mixed the batter for the pancakes.

It was so all so awfully, wonderfully domestic.

Now the four of them are piled around the small wrought Iron table out on the balcony of Blaine's old bedroom. After setting up a small buffet-style feast of various breakfast foods around the kitchen island, Blaine had suggested that they eat alfresco, and after digging in they had all piled up and out.

April so far has been kind to New York, with only light sprinkling showers and sharp bursts of both cool and warm winds. At the moment they're currently experiencing  a mini heat wave and Blaine has to concentrate on not drooling all over his breakfast at the sight of Kurt's arms in a sky blue light weight stripy tank- it is Sunday after all, and Sunday Kurt has always been one of Blaine's favourite things- as he neatly cuts in to his miniature bacon and red pepper omelette.

Jester has cunningly found a way to follow them all up undetected and is now hiding under the table artfully dodging moving legs and kicky-feet, hopefully awaiting fallen crumbs and scraps.  

“This is great Blaine, real nice.” Sam mumbles around a forkful of everything on his plate he had managed to spear at all at once successfully.

Santana mostly ignores them all, quietly chewing on some toast as she peers down at a magazine in her lap, oversized shades balanced on top of her head.

Blaine nods his thanks at Sam as Kurt brushes their legs together under the table. “I mean, you'd think it was a special occasion or something, all of this.” Sam continues, licking at his hand where some egg yolk has dribbled.

“Well, you'd think right.” Blaine says, clearing his throat and washing down his last bite with a sip of mimosa- by way of Santana's request.

They all look at Blaine, peering at him curiously until Santana breaks out into a grin. “Oh I wondered who would be the first to realize. Of course it would be you wonder gay.”

And only then does Kurt drop his knife and fork to his plate with a soft clang and punch Blaine's shoulder playfully. “Oh my god, it's your two year anniversary today isn't it?”

“Wasn't that Christmas or something?” Sam asks, scooping Santana's unwanted pile of scrambled eggs onto his plate.

“No you ass, that was their anniversary thing, as in when they finally got it on.” Santana smirks, and Blaine blushes whilst Kurt squirms in his seat.

Kurt turns fully in his seat towards Blaine, sufficiently trying to zone out the other two. “Two years, wow.” He says quietly.

“Yup.” Blaine nods. “You know, last year I forgot the date and this year you forgot about it.” He laughs.

“Next year, we'll both forget it.” Kurt jokes, laughing freely.

“Will there be a next year?” Blaine asks, his voice hopeful and a touch quieter than before, discreetly trying to angle his chair and sitting position more inwards, as if trying to blank out the rest of the world just by focusing on Kurt's face.

“Yeah- I mean I uh- I sure hope so,” Kurt whispers. “I'm certainly not planning on sending you anywhere else, anytime soon.”

There is just the right amount of slight mid-morning breeze to help cool the heat rapidly rising on Blaine's cheeks, yet still not enough, he'd fan himself with a napkin if it wasn't too obvious.

All it takes sometimes is for Kurt just to say one or two little words, or even just the way he says them, and Blaine melts like putty. Still after all of this time spent together, the good and the not so good, Blaine is still captured within Kurt's hands, and his heart, and his words that he speaks and the air that he breathes.

They've done well recently to get past their little roadblocks and stumbles, to find a way to focus on working with each other pleasantly as normal, and working around each other. Also learning how to work without each other, that has been the real challenge.  

Blaine loves their little playful exchanges but he still needs to make sure that things are reigned in, that they are still on the same level. Yes primarily Kurt is still Blaine's boss, and Blaine still has him to answer to- figuratively speaking-, but lord knows that Blaine has much of a more important hold on Kurt than any job or contract that outsiders will ever know.

He'd hate for them to get back to that place again, where they were weeks ago, uncomfortable and unhappy with each other but for reasons completely ridiculous and childish.

He rubs at the dark curls falling onto his forehead with a light catch of wind and ducks his head so that his and Kurt's face's are a mere inch away from each other.

“You know, I uh- I don't want to ruin the moment or anything, but uh-” Blaine begins to mumble, lowering his voice.

Kurt smiles, tugging at one of his curls, his blue eyes warming with glassy green under the sun, he has that look on his face. The one that understands, the one that just knows.

“I know what you're thinking Blaine,” He smiles. “Don't worry, no matter where ever you end up there will always be a next year. Andre can still have you, however or whenever he needs you, so long that it is beneficial to your musical genius-ness and your musical prodigies. It's what I wanted for you all along, I just need to remember that sometimes and remember that you're not leaving-”

“I'll never leave…you.” Blaine interrupts, his voice heavy and so sure, maybe a touch louder than previously, but to his relief there are still sounds of mumbles and muffled chewing coming from their guests on the other side of the table.

Their eyes lock on to each other's, longing looks of deep seeded understanding passing and silently answered questions hovering in the small space between them.   

Blaine beams, his shoulders and chest already hunching inward, leaning forward, lips already puckering, eyes already locking onto Kurt's lips, as if his body is completely taking over and forgetting where he is.

Kurt's eyes widen, his breath catching in his throat at the realization of what Blaine is about to do-in front of their friends, on the upstairs balcony of their home, in the broad morning daylight.

Something seems to click in Blaine's head as he watches Kurt's reaction, it's like matrix speed, his own eyes widening, eyelashes fluttering in surprise and then he's pulling back- but Kurt doesn't.

Kurt's surprised little pout turns into the tiniest of secret of smirks and he's still not pulling back, he's pushing in-

“Cheers.” They both startle, hopping back into a straight sitting position at the sound of Sam's voice, loud and booming, cheery and completely oblivious.

They both turn to see him holding out his juice glass up in the air, eagerly waiting to be joined in a toast. Santana looks like she's both grinning and grimacing with her almost empty glass tipped upwards, eyes already sweeping over the table searching for the pre-made jug.

“What? Are we supposed to be celebrating or not?” Sam asks, and even has the audacity to look incredulous about it.

Sam spends most of his days being relatively quiet and keeps himself to himself, but now today, this moment, he chooses to speak up and interrupt something rather significant.

Blaine looks at Kurt, watches for his reaction, watches for a sign of something, anything, maybes anger, shock, surprise? Kurt slowly starts to shake his head in a rather fond manner, staring at Sam but with a look that is reserved for only those closest to him. A lovely smile, that special one, begins to unfurl on his lips, and his eyes, bright blue in the morning sunlight are twinkling so damn brightly, Blaine actually feels the relief roll through and away from him.

He squeezes Kurt's knee under the table, clatters their glasses together and swoops in for a messy, delighted kiss on Kurt's cheek, giggling when Kurt actually enthusiastically pushes his face into it.

“To Blaine and his two years of employment.” Kurt calls out cheerfully, glass high up in the air towards the center of the table.

“Here, here-” Sam shouts, a heavily accentuated southern accent clinging to the words.

“To you guys.” Santana adds, her tone uncharacteristically warm and soft, her dark eyes filled deep with something that looks rather a lot like empathy.  

“To us.” Blaine says finally, finishing up the toast, catching Kurt's eye and winking as they all take a drink.

There is something on the horizon, something more, something big, something wonderful and they both know it.