Blaine enters the kitchen all showered and dressed and styled wonderfully to a little bundle of grey fluff parading around his ankles and meowing loudly up at him, little beady eyes wide and bright and blinking.

Blaine bends over quickly, and scratches Jester behind his neck in that little spot tucked just underneath his beautiful engraved collar. 

“Good morning to you buddy, and what can I help you with on this fine Monday morning?”

“Don't feed him. I've just gave him some scraps. He's trying to break our unit, trying to test us.”

Blaine straightens and looks over to the breakfast island where Kurt is seated on a stool, legs crossed and a small white china cup in his hand. He's looking down at his phone on the counter, with a hidden smirk, a smirk that only Blaine knows how to detect.

Blaine smiles, shoos gesture away and walks over to where Kurt is sitting, placing his hands on Kurt's bent knees, unfolding his legs and then slotting himself in between with his arms draped over Kurt's shoulders, fingers twined together behind Kurt's head.

Kurt puts the cup down on the counter and relaxes himself into Blaine's hold, blinking up at him through his lashes, unable to hold back his small shy smile any longer.

At this close distance Blaine can make out the slight light trail of whiskers on Kurt's chin and jaw line, that he has obviously kept neatly even after his morning shave. It takes Blaine a lot of resistance not to lean down and in and graze the little hairs with his teeth. Very sexy.

The weather outside is a little drab with a slight breakthrough of sunshine cascading through the far windows and over the floorboards in thin slices. It never fails to amaze Blaine how Kurt's eyes pick up the flecks and reflections from the window's glaze so easily, so magnificently.

Blaine could loose himself in those eyes, happily. The way that they dot and swirl with various shades and added grey, and how they coordinate beautifully with those pink lips- especially when they part into a secret almighty smile, a smile that is rarely shown, just for Blaine.

Those lips have done wonders, Blaine knows only too well what those lips are capable of.

Blaine can't help but grin like a man possessed and Kurt just grins straight back at him knowingly. If anyone were here they'd think that they'd taken happy crazy pills or something. Even Jester though put out at Blaine's shoo-off at first is purring contently to himself over on the couch.    

It's unusual and it feels slightly out of place to be this relaxed, this happy for a Monday morning. Mondays are always the pain in the ass days that pave the way for the week. There's nothing especially out of the ordinary or uncharacteristically different about today. It's just nice.

Blaine lowers his head, places a soft kiss between Kurt's eyebrows and then pecks the tip of his nose. “Good morning to you.”

Kurt grins up at him, his eyes changing colour and shade as his emotions unfurl beneath the system, it's fascinating. He squints a little cheekily. “Didn't we do this like an hour ago? I specifically remember the most fabulous wake up call.”

Blaine bops his nose, and then settles himself onto a stool beside Kurt at the counter. The metal rod of the chair frame scrapes across the floor tile noisily as he scoots himself closer. Kurt flinches slightly and Blaine can't tell if it's because of the sound or the lack of touching even though Blaine is still just there, he suspects it's probably a mix of both.

“You remembered correctly. But we've been separated since then, we're up and ready for the day and now I'm saying good morning to you again. Because I can and because I want to.”

Kurt rolls his eyes fondly but Blaine doesn't miss the way his skin flushes prettily.

Blaine picks up Kurt's cup and sniffs at it curiously, peering down at the dark brown strong smelling liquid and makes a face, before looking back up at Kurt and adding. “I just love this you know. This whole thing, the whole… domesticity about it. I guess it's just turned out way easier than I thought it would.”

“We've lived together for like over a year now?” Kurt quips, clearly amused. Blaine just shrugs his shoulders, a slight blush creeping up his neck and over his cheeks, his eyes swirling with colour.

Before Kurt can really think about it and respond properly Blaine holds the cup up to his lips, inhaling deeply. Kurt side eyes him, smirking, unable to pass comment. “It's green tea. I'm detoxing.”

Blaine takes a tentative sip, swallowing quickly with a face of pure disgust. Kurt laughs behind his hand as Blaine slides the cup back over to him, then stands and steps over to his self proclaimed coffee making area of the kitchen.

Kurt swivels around on his chair, watching Blaine's every movement, admiring the flex in his muscles as he shifts about and the slight ripple in his firm buttocks through his fitted black pant as he bends and leans. “Well I'm detoxing up until you're around to make my coffee.That's the deal.”

He chuckles when Blaine spins back around, flashing him a quick cheesy grin and a wink, and then dances back over, freshly made coffees in hand.

They settle into a discussion about what their week holds for them whilst they drink. Kurt toasts waffles and Blaine spreads syrup over them, and smiles to himself as he drizzles a messy heart shape over Kurt's plate with sticky honeyed substance.

Sam buzzes up to let them know that he's downstairs waiting with the car, and Blaine busies himself putting away the dishes whilst Kurt stands and pats down his suit, checking his pockets for the usual essentials needed when leaving.

“I like that. What you said before about us being a unit. You know with Jes and stuff, I like it.” Blaine grins, speaking quietly out of nowhere as he finishes up, fetches his suit jacket from the back of the couch and comes to stand with Kurt near the big archway.

Kurt's cheeks flush a pretty pink and he's tries to fix his hair that doesn't need fixed in one of the fancy hanging wall mirrors. Blaine can see that he's struggling for words to answer him, but Blaine doesn't mind. Kurt said it that's the most important thing, he's just embarrassed that he's been caught out, that's all.

Blaine leans in, curling his fingers around Kurt's hand and squeezing as he gives him a lingering peck on the cheek. It has to last them for the day, when they exit the elevator on the ground floor they're in work mode.

He startles as Kurt suddenly turns on the spot, causing their mouths and lips to press together softly with the movement. Kurt hums lowly, a delicious sound as he tickles the short tamed curls by Blaine's ears with his fingers and moves in close.

Kurt whispers “I love it too.”

He gestures to the room around them and the barely there space between them. Blaine latches on to his every word and movement, his pupils darkening, lips parting with little gusts of breath. “And honey, with you here with me, anything is as easy as we want it to be.”

Before Blaine can either melt into a puddle on the floor or lunge forward to tackle Kurt down on the ground and never let him leave, Kurt starts tugging his hand towards the main entrance.

“Come on Mr Anderson. We've important work to do.”

Blaine groans, his head hanging as he bobs along. Though inside he's dancing for pure joy.

*

The week turns out to be long and boring and hardly productive and still strangely manic at the same time. It's certainly not one of Kurt's better weeks, but his business is still booming, his money is still there, everybody is still happy in their jobs. Kurt knows that he has to take more time to focus on the fashion part of his job. Garments just won't sew themselves out of thin air after all.

Baby steps, as Blaine likes to remind him, everything is just a work in progress.  

By the time Thursday evening rolls around Santana is over. After finishing some chores, she stands in the kitchen seasoning chicken strips to make fajitas in between sips from her alarmingly luminous self created cocktail.

“You should pay me more.”  She says, seemingly not directed to anyone in particular, her tone a little monotone, eyes flicking over the top of the stove to the couch. Blaine is sprawled out on the thing face down, with Jester kneading at the muscles in his lower back and Kurt sitting underneath his legs on the other end of the couch, massaging his shins and thighs.

Kurt happily ignores her comment, instead concentrating deeply on the tight mounds of flesh underneath Blaine's sweat pants, trying not to allow his hands to wander too far upwards. Nobody would know that mentally he's telling himself that if he could choose a superpower, any one, X-Ray vision would certainly have to be in his top three.

Blaine lifts his head, trying not to groan too loudly at the painful feel of Jester digging his claws into the cloth of his shirt, and the oh so wonderful feel of Kurt's fingertips rubbing into his flesh.

“Whad'ya talkin' bout?”  Blaine mumbles.

Santana narrows her eyes and smirks, pointing towards them. “This. This live sex show that I'm currently subjected to whilst trying to kindly make you two fool's dinner. I should get paid extra for this.”

“You get paid for cleaning my house Santana. Not using my ingredients or raiding my liquor cabinet. You could leave now if you wanted.” Kurt doesn't lift his eyes from his hands and there's no malice in his tone, none whatsoever. It's just Kurt, and his tone and his way-his Santana way. 

Santana scoffs with a slight smirk and gets back to stirring the chicken around in the pan with a sizzle. They've never changed, her and Kurt's friendship or dynamic has never changed, and they love each other more than ever. When Blaine joined the equation it only got bigger and better and weirder and more stupid. Santana very rarely says things that she actually means. She loves the fact that the two can be themselves around her and can enjoy each other's company, she's flattered if she's honest, but won't ever admit that, she just likes to make her mouth work, she wouldn't be her if she didn't.

Kurt continues his handiwork and quietly adds. “It's been a long hard week, we're tired and sore. It's just a massage. You know how good I am at these, I rub your shoulders all the time.” He knows that he doesn't have to justify, not to Santana of all people, but he likes to.  

“And it's not over yet, the week that is.” Blaine pipes up, his voice muffled from the cushion he's resting his face on. Kurt squeezes just below his thigh and smiles at the way Blaine's body tenses momentarily.

“Yuh-huh.” Santana takes a gulp from her drink and starts dishing the chicken out onto plates.

Truth be told Blaine and Kurt make the most of what time they have together back in the condo after working hours, no matter who's there or not. This is there space, their sanctuary and be damned if they're going to hide even more then they do during the day.

At least Kurt is actually brave enough to do this at all.

Ok so hiding may be a strong word, they're not intentionally hiding anything from anyone, they're just being careful about their newly labelled relationship status. They're careful about protecting what's theirs and what's precious to them.

Once they are open and out they know what to expect, and they have to be prepared for it.

After dinner they clean up and have a drink together over on the couches. Santana demands that they all go shopping at the weekend together because she needs their opinion on a dress that she has her eye on.

Later that night Kurt lies in bed, his mind racing with thoughts, quietly contemplating whilst Blaine sleeps soundly beside him nestled into the crook of his arms.

The next morning Kurt wakes earlier than usual, he had spent very little time the night before sleeping and a lot of time thinking, fighting the demons in his head and pushing at the walls that surround the chambers of his heart.

When Blaine wakes and dresses and comes downstairs, Kurt approaches him -with shaky but determined steps and a look of control washing over him- at the breakfast island. He touches and kisses and whispers his desires to be bold and to try something new and different with Blaine which may seem out of the ordinary and out of place.

Blaine being Blaine loses himself in Kurt's touch and taste and of course agrees to whatever Kurt is saying to him, he happily agrees and braces himself. His skin shivering with anticipation.

That weekend after their shopping trip with Santana, they spend the time curled against each other either in bed or one of the couches with their laptops and tablets, following face book and twitter feeds, refreshing Tumblr blogs and wearily clicking open fan mail from excited fans who claim to ‘ship' them so hard.

It's very strange and hard to take in, but Blaine has read the magazines and seen the TV shows, he's had enough time now to know what to expect. He has Kurt at his side and that's all that matters to him.

*

On Sunday evening Kurt finds Blaine at his keyboard in the study, happily pressing down on to the keys as he loses himself in the music, pouring everything that he has in him into the melody. Kurt leans against the doorjamb, arms folded and just watches a while, before settling down on to the little love seat, sliding his eyes closed and listens intently with a smile, tapping his fingers over his stomach in time to the tune.

When Blaine finishes he gets up and moulds himself over Kurt down on the couch, pressing his body down onto him, chest to thigh. Kurt blinks up at him when Blaine presses soft kisses to his clothed shoulder.

“When are you going to start playing again?” Kurt's tone is smooth and calm but pitched with a definite questionable tone.

Blaine makes a confused face and Kurt reaches up, pressing a finger to the crease on his wrinkled brow. “I mean professionally. I mean more than this, than here. When are you going to let me secure my side of the deal and help you get back into that stuff again?”

Blaine does nothing but smile back down at him, shyly like a kid unable to take praise very well, or a lovely looking guy or gal not sure how to accept compliments.

Kurt drops it that night but he wont drop it altogether, and he knows that Blaine knows that he won't either because Kurt had also agreed to something also.

*

On rare occasions their work loads and schedules sometimes cause them to split at certain times of the day, they don't particularly like it but they get on with it, sometimes it's necessary and sometimes its just nice.

Sam however hates it, and is always run ragged by the end of the day, chauffeuring two different people at different times is a lot, but Kurt's old chauffer had quietly retired a few weeks ago, and for some reason Kurt really does seem hell bent on the fact that he and Blaine share a car.

Blaine won't admit it, but there's something deliciously possessive and protective about it.   

During the week following their little snuggle in the study and that one-sided conversation, Kurt takes some time off from a quiet Wednesday afternoon and makes his own way back to the apartment, saying that he has errands to run and wants some fresh air.

Blaine takes his place at a corporate lunch time event, it's nothing important but its good to show some form of presentation and later after he's done eating and schmoozing, Sam picks him up and takes him back home.

Blaine gets himself all worked up and excited as he travels up in the condo's elevator. He forgets the little mental notes he made in his head to pass onto Kurt about his afternoon, as thoughts and images of where he may find Kurt and what doing when he gets to the floor, floods and fill him deliciously.

Their relationship may be publically known now to most cases and those who care but that still doesn't meant they're flaunting it all over the place. Something's are still better left to the imagination, and some words just sound sweeter and taste better on the tongue when in the silence of privacy rather than a crowded function room or in front of the flash of cameras.

The elevator doors begin to slide open and Blaine slips out before they're even fully parted at opposite sides. He starts tugging at the knot of his tie, loosening it and fussing with his collar buttons as he heads through to the main room, he stops in his tracks.

The couches have been moved over just a fraction towards the large windows, the bar top and stools has been subtly turned an inch in another direction and there in the newly created space beside the back wall sits a beautiful baby grand piano, painted a gorgeous deep cherry.

Blaine just smiles incredulously, unable to form any words, or find the right vocal muscles he needs to be able to call out for Kurt. Instead he rushes over, smoothes his fingers over the polished wood as he lifts the lid and sits himself down at the small bench.

Kurt finds him there from his little hide-out in his office a short while later, coming into the room with a grin and a twinkle in his eye. He leans over the top of the piano and watches eagerly as Blaine's hands skilfully glide over the piano keys, creating the most beautiful skin-bumping sounds.

Not so long after that Kurt and Blaine find themselves lying naked and breathless on the cool wood of the floorboards, half of their bodies shielded somehow under the piano bench and the other halves peeking out from underneath it.

“Wow.” Kurt breathes, drumming patterns into Blaine's hip.  

Blaine hums and giggles. “Yep.” He responds, and then turns to his side, nuzzling his nose up and around Kurt's cheek and jaw. “Thank you.” He whispers. “Thank you so much, that was so nice of you to-”

Kurt presses his fingers to Blaine's lips, successfully shushing him with a grin and a slight teasing but gentle nudge of his knee into the warm crease of Blaine's groin.

Kurt's voice is quiet but sure. “Don't- don't say thank you. I don't need to hear it. You know that I would do anything for you, provide you with anything. But you know what I want.” 

Blaine licks his lips and slowly starts to nod, unable to tear his shimmering eyes away from Kurt's, so raw and open and full of definite clear sincerity. Kurt slowly pushes their foreheads together and breathes over Blaine's lips. “Will you? Will you do it, for me?”

“Anything.” Blaine answers with a slight growl, rolling them over out from under the vicinity of the piano and the bench and flopping down on top of Kurt, pinning his hands at his sides. “Anything for you.”

*

And so when Kurt now takes time out to work on some designs and drawings, Blaine does the same and sits at his newly acquired toy with a pad of blank sheet music and a pencil, a small transportable recording device and a pair of over the head earphones.

Sometimes they schedule these little sessions differently, so that when one of them isn't in the office or available for calls or messages, the other one is. But sometimes when the workload is less frantic and harried they take the time out together.

It's during one of these times when Kurt has decided to stretch out on the living room floor and sketch out some sample ideas, pages among pages spread out all around him with small lead pencils and chunks of dark chalk rolling around.

Blaine flourishes away at the piano in the background, making some lovely experimental background music for Kurt to work to, when suddenly the one thing happens that Kurt has been bracing himself for.

“Kurt, could you come here please?”

Kurt looks up to find Blaine with his earphones dangling around his neck- the soft beat of music pulsating out of them quietly- his eyes kind and warm and soft focused on him as he beckons him over with a finger.

Quietly Kurt climbs to a stand and joins him, scooting down onto the bench next to him, pressed close thigh to thigh. And together they play.