There's a debut night for Kurt's new range ‘Mr and Mr' coming up. He started the range as a little personal side project, mostly items he'd fantasized about dressing Blaine up in. But then he realized that he could actually turn into it into something and use it to coincide with June's ‘Pride month'. The proceeds of the sales will be donated to organizations dedicated to supporting marriage equality and ‘LGBTQ' youth who struggle within their current environments.

The two are just a number of causes in which Kurt is a keen advocate for, but these two seemed very fitting for the nature of the new line and its name.

Apart from the suits that he and Blaine had worn as a little teaser to the ‘stars under the stars' event not long ago and of course the suits from the premier a while back, nobody has seen anything from this line and it's kind of turning into a big deal.

Blaine understands the underlining meaning and importance in this new project. Kurt hasn't designed anything as big as this for quite some time, he's shied away from the limelight and buried himself under the ‘business' side of things, but now he's back and it's mainly all down to Blaine.

Kurt now has Blaine to ground him, to keep him whole and humble, to drag him back down to earth if needed. Kurt has told Blaine so himself, as well as Santana, Sam, Carole and Burt- pretty much everybody who knows the two well enough.

This isn't just something that has been proposed to rake in a few new million, no this is something designed to help a cause, to raise awareness, and Blaine has been a part of it, he's been there seeing it all come to life from the start. Blaine's chest expands at this, as his heart swells with pride and of course love.    

Kurt is spending less time at meetings or in the office and more time in the drawing room and at his sewing table as he experiments with swatches and fabrics. On top of that he recently opened up a new building downtown which has served as a new fashion house for himself and his team's new projects- he spends an awful lot of time there too.

This has resulted in Blaine having to step up into Kurt's shoes and his role a little more as head presentation for Kurt Hummel Enterprizes whenever Kurt can't be there himself.

At first Blaine likes it, the responsibility and the trust that Kurt has placed in him, it makes him feel incredible. He enjoys –although still a little saddened- the way they part in the back of Sam's car in the morning, with a peppering of kisses and a look of longing in their eyes, and hushed words of ‘this is just temporary.'

Sam drops Kurt off at the new design building first and then takes Blaine to his first appointment of the day wherever it may be, and then coming and going between the two of them as and when he's needed.

They text throughout the day, Blaine makes sure to make notes and drafts of everything he's been made of aware of, and then in the evenings when they're both back home tired and starved- of food and of each other- they catch up.

There's something strangely homely and lovely about it all, just the two of them sharing kitchen space, tasting sauce from the stirring spoon or dollops from fingertips. The slight separation between them during the day is definitely a far jump from what they've been used to but its delightful feeling to be able to reacquaint with each other at the end of the day.

Lounging around together in the living room or in bed, sinfully close to naked and teasing with fingers and tongues as they divulge in each others day's is something that Blaine can see himself slowly becoming accustomed to. 

*

It's a week until the opening night of ‘Mr and Mr' and everything is crazy. Kurt is up a height-naturally, Santana is trying to help in her own Santana way and is actually also modelling for Kurt on the small runway on the night. Sam is just being Sam, and efficiently staying out of everyone's way except for when he's needed with his car.

Blaine feels like he is one miniscule blip away from a meltdown. In all of these months gone by working for Kurt he's never experienced anything so intense, so demanding and occasionally unyielding. But he's desperate to do his best, to get everything just right for Kurt. He's happy to power through and make sure everything is perfect and running smoothly, so that Kurt has one less thing to worry about.

After all this is his job, he's paid to support Kurt and do everything he can to assist him and his company and other business associations. The fact that he has fallen in love with the man, that he cares for him deeply, loves to see him smile and hear him laugh, enjoys the feeling of Kurt's shoulders sagging with the tension seeping out of him under his gentle caressing hands- all of that is just an added extra.

Blaine would do anything for Kurt, he worships the ground he walks on. Simple.

But that's not to say that things can't go a little pear shaped from time to time. Everybody is only human after all. Spending time with Kurt is like Blaine's oxygen supply and when things get rough and distant Blaine struggles to feel like he can breathe right, thought he acts completely fine. Blaine is more dependant on Kurt than he will probably ever come to fully realize.

One late dreary morning Blaine is trying to make his way out of a well known busy establishment after a somewhat hellish meeting about entertainment, catering, partnering sponsors, security details and a yada yada yada- all for the new line's opening night.

He's hungry after skipping breakfast that morning in order to leave on time to get to two separate meetings already- because Kurt couldn't make it to either if them. He's tired with subtle but telltale dark patches under his eyes and a slight crick in his neck. He hasn't been sleeping very well, a lot of nights over the past week or so have been restless causing him to stir and flip flop around the mattress until he eventually just gives up all together and gets up to sit at his keyboard for a short while, hoping not to disturb Kurt.

It hasn't helped that Kurt hasn't been getting into bed with him at the same time recently. It amazes Blaine how quickly he became dependant on having the curve of Kurt's lithe warm body snug up against his at night, and how his body always knows even in deep sleep when Kurt isn't there beside him.

Overall he's just in a fussy, half-assed mood which isn't really like him, but it's nearing the end of the week, an exhausting build up of weeks altogether, and soon all of the mayhem of the new line will settle down and maybe he and Kurt can take a little vacation away someplace? Just them. Some place private.

He's still yet to discover Kurt's secret little English holiday home, a tremor of excitement works its way up and through Blaine's body at just the thought.

Blaine tumbles out of the elevator on the ground floor along with a busy, hurried crowd and makes his way towards to building's exit. He texts Sam to let him know that he's on his way to the car. He plans on heading back to the condo for lunch, may be he'll bump into Kurt and be able to persuade him to take an hour out with him. May be they can head down to the steam room and help each other relax in various ways down there before getting back to their busy schedules for the rest of the day.

Hopefully he'll feel more refreshed afterwards, a little more human after a good meal, a little rest and hopefully some good loving- if he's lucky.

He heads towards the revolving doors at the exit and pulls up a new text message box after reading the message from Sam that said he was down by the curb waiting for him.

Blaine Work

Please tell me that you can spare your assistant an hour over lunch? I have very assistant-y things that I need my boss to assist me with? Pretty please xx

Kurt P

Is this serious work stuff or is my assistant just looking for an excuse to get me alone? X

Blaine Work

Maybe both? ;)… I miss you xoxo

Kurt P

I miss you too. See you in about a half hour honey…make a sandwich and warm the hot tub!! Xx

Blaine grins as he pockets his phone and heads out onto the sidewalk, his bad mood and tension already starting to subside.

“Blaine? Mr Anderson?”

“Mr Anderson over here, please-”

“Blaine what can you tell us about Kurt's new clothing line?”

Blaine holds his hand up to his face to try and cover his eyes from the sudden blinding flashes as he tried to push past the bustling crowd surrounding him.

“Blaine you look great, could we get a picture?”

“Blaine are you wearing parts of the new range right now? Do you dress yourself”

“Blaine where is Mr Hummel right now, why isn't he attending with you?”

“Blaine do you get all of Kurt's dirty work to do whilst he plays in the big leagues?”

“Mr Anderson, is Kurt too busy to be with you right now, do you feel used?”

“Mr Anderson, how do you feel working for your lover? Who wears the trousers in this relationship?”

Blaine halts, his hand pausing just before he reaches out to pull open the back door of Sam's car and turns around on the spot. His face a mask or fury and irritation, his eyes brows drawn tight and his brow wrinkled as he tries to even his breathing through his tightly pressed lips.

He's usually so good, so mature and professional and able to block all of this shit out.

But today they've went a step too far, and today of all days, of all weeks. Not good.

Blaine opens his mouth, takes a half step forward but before he can go any further, the Lexus's driver door swings open and Sam lurches out, placing himself in the middle of Blaine and the onslaught of photographers and interviewers.

“In the car now, Blaine.”

Sam's eyes are locked on to his, his body language sturdy and daring anybody to try and move him. Sam points to the car again and gives Blaine's shoulder a gentle prod until Blaine slowly backs away, spinning around and clambers into the back of the car.

Confident that Blaine is safely inside, Sam gives a dark look over his shoulder to anybody who is paying him attention. “No comments. Good day.”

He gets into the car and drives them away, back to the condo, in a deadly silence.

*

“After I had spoken to you I caught a glimpse of a video that had been posted on Twitter of him being hounded as he left the meeting- not exactly what I wanted to see. Is he ok?”

Kurt's shrill voice can be heard, carried down from the elevator shaft even from where Blaine is, down in the gym, pounding into a punch bag like it's his job.

The elevator arrives to the basement with a beep and the doors slide open revealing a worried looking Kurt hurrying into the gym lobby as Sam scrambles after him, trying to reassure him.

“He's alright Kurt, honestly, he's just working off some steam. I didn't want to leave him completely alone, so I stayed up there until you got back. That's why I called you, I'm sorry that you had to catch a cab back-”

Kurt stood in the clear glass doorway of the gym's entrance, his narrowed gaze transfixed ahead to where the sounds of huffs and puffs and grunts of exertion can be heard, along with the quick powerful slap of rubber and plastic.  

“Don't Sam, its fine. You did the right thing. You can go now, take a break. Thank you, I'll call you later.” Kurt's voice is quiet, his eyes never leaving the sight in front of him as Sam simply nods and backs away back into the elevator.

Kurt quietly steps forward. He slips off his jacket, unknots his tie and pulls it from around his neck. He then slips open the top two buttons of his shirt collar and sleeves and rolls them up to just below his elbows.

It's warm down here anyway, but the temperature mixed with the thick atmosphere rolling with tension and heat- is almost too much. Lastly Kurt takes off his socks and shoes and leaves everything by a chair in the corner, before tentatively approaching the back of the gym.

He can feel the radiation and heat and pure need rolling off of Blaine. He's pretty certain of how this is going to end up.

Blaine continues to give the punch bag everything he's got, he can see Kurt out of the corner of his eye, could hear snippets of his and Sam's conversation and heard the catch of the elevator doors as Sam left.

Tiny pebbles of sweat drip down his face from his temples, and gather in the hollow of his throat and the nape of his neck. His sweat soaked black tank top clings to the rippled muscles in his chest and stomach as he pounds, pounds, pounds.

He feels it when Kurt is standing just behind him, he can sense the warmth radiating from him even though Blaine's body is soaked and pelting with heat.

Blaine pauses before he can make another punch, and then hangs his head, catching his breath with his eyes screwed shut.

Kurt's breath on the back of his neck is warm and oddly reassuring. He wraps his arms around Blaine's waist and starts tearing back the velcro from the straps of the boxing gloves around his wrists.

Blaine stands still and quiet, his head still bowed as he calms down, his breathing evening out, allowing Kurt to take the gloves off his hands and drop them to floor with a soft thud.

Kurt's fingers are a little cool against Blaine's stomach, he shivers delightfully at the feel of Kurt peeling off his tank top from the hem, up over his chest. He reaches up, stretching out his arms, allowing Kurt to lift the clingy fabric up over his head and again back down on to the floor, joining the gloves.

He turns around in Kurt arms and Kurt doesn't step back, they're practically nose to nose. Kurt's eyes are an icy blue with shards of green and grey piercing through like clouded glass. The intensity is almost too much and still not enough, they're not close enough even though Blaine can feel Kurt's soft puffs of breath against his cheeks.

Blaine lets his eyes slide closed once more for a moment, he just needs one last small moment to calm and collect and just feel.

And then he feels Kurt's lips, slowly and softly press against his mouth, warm and wet. And suddenly everything dissolves, the anger and frustration dissipates and melts away and Kurt presses in closer and tighter.

Blaine lets this continue for a few seconds longer, it's slow and intimate and strangely passionate. Just them and the sounds of their breathing and the brush of wet flesh on flesh, they breathe through their noses and then Blaine opens his lips and allows Kurt to have at him.

And Kurt does.

The kiss turns frantic within moments, tongues and teeth and rough slick gasps. Kurt rips his mouth away and starts trailing open mouthed kisses down Blaine's jaw and neck, he teases the bump of his Adam's apple and the dip of his throat and then nibbles along his collarbone. Lower and lower still, hot and fierce and perfect.

Blaine messily kicks off his sneakers, shoving them out of the way with a slide of his foot and then starts on the knot of the cord-ties on his boxing shorts. Kurt drops to his knees, kissing feverishly down Blaine's ribcage, his abs and stomach whilst he offers his hands and assists Blaine with pushing his shorts down over his thighs.

Blaine almost laughs at the harsh, delicious gasp that Kurt makes when he realises Blaine had left underwear out of the equation, when changing into his gym gear.

Blaine springs free from behind the waistband of his shorts, all hard and beautifully dark pink and straining, already so eager. Kurt licks his lips and wastes no time in taking him hard and tight in one fist and tonguing over Blaine's slightly leaking slit before sliding completely down, his lips a gorgeous wet friction around Blaine's shaft.

Blaine groans, eyes clenching and stumbles back a fraction before Kurt places his free hand around the back of his thigh and grips tightly to keep him still and balanced. Blaine cards his fingers into Kurt's hair and clings on for dear life, as he looks down, watching Kurt who looks like he's going to eat him alive.

Kurt moves his hand lower and teases Blaine balls with his fingers as he hollows his throat and takes Blaine deeper with each dip and bob, his humming sends the most fantastic vibrations through Blaine's dick and up and around his body.

“K-Kurt, Kurt honey stop.” Blaine's words are barely audible, breathless and rasped as he tries to pull Kurt up and off from around him. Kurt pulls off, and looks up at him questionably, a smirk teasing the edges of his lips. His eyes are big and round and glazed and too fucking gorgeous. “You need to stop or I'm going to come.”

Kurt bites his bottom lip. “And that's a problem?”

Blaine kicks off and out of his shorts completely and drops to his knees in front of Kurt, his cock hard and aching and darkly flushed bobs against his stomach as he lands. He immediately starts tearing at Kurt's shirt buttons, ignoring the gentle swats as Kurt tries to stop him from doing the fabric any real damage.

Kurt's shirt hits the floor and before Blaine reaches down for the fly of his trousers, like Kurt expects him too, he takes Kurt's face in his hands and kisses him deep and rough, like his life depends on it. Blaine's eyes simmer.

“I want to come inside of you.” Kurt shivers, barely containing a moan as he nods frantically, moving back in for another kiss.

“God, yes. Please”

Blaine gently lowers him down to the tile below before thinking better of it and lifts him up to a nearby softly padded weight bench, still not entirely comfortable but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Kurt unbuckles his pants and slides them down his hips along with his underwear in one quick, fluid motion, and in record time.

Blaine grips on to his hips and pulls him up and close so that his ass is half hanging off the edge of the bench, and then flips him over on to his stomach. Kurt groans at the friction of his dick trapped between his body and the rubbery feel of the bench padding. He clings to each side of the bench, his knuckles fading white and cries out when Blaine's spreads him open with his hands and starts mercilessly lapping at his asshole.

Blaine licks at him again and again and when Kurt is writhing and crying out for more as his hole puckers and clenches wetly, he adds a finger- and then another. In and out, in and out, relentless.

They're both hard, too hard, close to bursting, Kurt lifts his head and looks over his shoulder back at Blaine, his eyes glazed and cheeks flushed and says, “Take me now Blaine. I'm ready, fuck me. Take me like you need to.”

Blaine knows not to wait.

He spits on his palm and wraps it around his cock, rubbing up and down a few times before driving his hips forward and lining himself up to Kurt's entrance.

The angle is a little low and awkward and Blaine has to bend his knees and lower his hips some but he does it. Kurt looks utterly delectable spread out for him like this, with his thighs split and long lean powerful legs draped over either side of the bench, and Blaine needs him, he needs this like air, this release.

Slowly and carefully he guides himself in, pushing in with tiny thrusts as he feels Kurt clench and pull around him, adjusting and accommodating.

After a short pause for a breather, Blaine pulls up Kurt's hips flush to his, bottoming out fully and then they set their rhythm. And Blaine fucks him with gusto.

“Yes, yes, oh god yes.” Kurt cries out, his face smushed down into the padding as he pushes back with each thrust. Blaine alternates between grinding and swerving his hips and then pounding back in again with force.

The friction is delicious but Blaine's not worried about hurting Kurt, they know each other's limits by now, they trust each other to speak out when necessary, they can feel in each other when they need more of something and less of something else.

Blaine has never fucked like this before, he can't remember a time when this deep primal need has ever overtaken him before, since before meeting Kurt, he's never wanted to take somebody and let somebody take him as he does with Kurt.

It's not often that Kurt bottoms either, its not that he doesn't like it, or that there is any sort of preference, it's just the way that it usually works out. But Blaine needs this, he needs Kurt. And Kurt knows it.

He doesn't want to punish Kurt, it's not his fault, all of this, this crap from the outside world. Blaine knows that, he knows what he signed up for. He just needs to reinstate his position with their relationship, make self feel more than just Kurt's lowly assistant.

“Oh Kurt- Jesus. So good, sweetheart, so tight. Fuck. Need this. Need you.”

Blaine can feel when Kurt is about to lose it, his ass starts spasm-ing around him drastically and Blaine ruts further and deeper, knowing that the constant pushing and pulling on Kurt's trapped dick below them, mixed with the nudge of his cock against his prostate will be enough friction to get him off just right. Kurt's voice drops an active and it's entirely too sexy.  

“C-coming, Blaine I'm coming. Fuck me, yes like that-there there-”

Kurt's whole body trembles as he comes violently with a low grunt and a groan, spilling and spreading sticky warmth between himself and the bench. A little of the stuff slips out from underneath him and drips down to the floor.

The sight alone sends Blaine spiralling to his climax and he comes with an almost growl, his fingers tightening around Kurt's hips as he stutters out of rhythm and then fills him, deep and wet and fierce.

Blaine flops down on top of Kurt when he's done, his thighs giving out completely, muscles bulging and trembling as he pants into the soft damp skin of Kurt's back, leaving little kisses anywhere he can when he musters up the energy.

Blaine trails his nose between Kurt's shoulder blades, smiling at the slight tremor that runs through Kurt's body when he places sticky open mouthed kisses in a tantalizing line up to his neck and back again as he slowly starts to pull out.

The clean up is messy, very messy and really they should have thought about this before hand- but to hell with it. Blaine uses his discarded tank top to help wipe away most of the mess on Kurt and the bench and the floor, he then helps him to pull on his underwear and buttons up his pants and then Blaine tugs on his shorts.

Kurt gets a bottle of water from a refrigerator by the refreshments bar and comes to join Blaine who has slumped down against the floor to ceiling mirror. They sit side by side, with their bare backs pressed up against the cool glass of the mirror, taking turns at gulping from the water bottle and catching their breaths.

“You wanna talk about it?” Kurt says after some time, he's not looking directly at Blaine but his eyes are half lidded, with his head slumped back tilted to the side against the mirror, his hair a glorious mess, stuck up in all directions.

Kurt wiggles the fingers of his hand which is resting on his thigh closest to Blaine, they brush against Blaine's hand, and in turn Blaine opens his palm and curls Kurt's fingers in with his own.

“No.” Blaine says quietly after some time. And then they both laugh as if reading each other's thoughts. This is so like them, this is their thing that they do, to not want to talk about the things that they know they should.

“I'm worried about yo-”

“Don't be.” Blaine cuts him off softly and turns his face so that he's looking at Kurt's striking side profile. “Please, you don't have to worry about me, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I made a big deal out of it. It's-it's just-”

Kurt turns his body inwards, their eyes catch as their bare shoulders push and rub together. Blaine thinks that Kurt looks so unfairly lovely, mostly nude and sated, sweat cooling on his creamy skin under the fluorescent ceiling spotlights.

“I know. It's been a lot, everything- this whole new line, I've kind of forced you out on a limb here, and I'm sorry for that, but I appreciate everything you've been doing.”

“You pay me for it Kurt.” Blaine says with a half smile, trying to lighten the mood and rubbing his thumb over the back of Kurt's hand.

Kurt shakes his head. “I don't pay you to put up with what those assholes were saying to you out there.”

“You've prepared me for it. I knew what to expect, even before we became a ‘we'.” They both smile and lean in for a kiss at the same time. There's not a great deal that can be said, they both know this.

“Hey I want you to know,” Kurt starts as he pulls back and searches Blaine's dark liquid eyes. “That on opening night, you're not just going to be there working as my assistant or whatever-”

Blaine swallows, eyes widening, unsure of what Kurt is going to say. “You're going to be there working doing you own thing.”

Huh.

Kurt smiles at the questionable look on Blaine's face. “I want you to provide the music. Be the house band or solo artist or whatever. Hire whatever and whoever you want. This is your shout, everything is at your control.”

“Wh-what?” Blaine starts scrambling up to his feet and Kurt follows him up, his eyes following his every move, unwilling to break eye contact.

“You know what I mean, what I want. Come on please Blaine, do this for me.” Blaine can't resist denying Kurt anything not when he's looking at him with those crystal clear pleading eyes, and that thoroughly fucked out look about him. And Kurt knows this too.

“You want me to play, to perform at-”

“At the Mr and Mr opening event yes.” Kurt says resolutely. “You will be headlining. You can do everything as you so wish and please, and everybody will know about it. This is your thing. Yours.”  

“But-but Kurt-I- this is your night, your-” Kurt takes hold of Blaine's hands tightly.

“I've had many nights previously and no doubt many more. But I want this with you. Please. You can do this, you can.”

Kurt drops his voice to a low murmur, leans in and brushes his lips against Blaine's cheek, their bare chests fitting together snugly.

“I want you. I need you to do this with me, please.”

How can Blaine ever say no to that?

Blaine doesn't answer, he can't. He can't find the words to rise up in his dry throat, he thinks he's even forgotten how to move as Kurt tangles his fingers around his neck, pulls him close and kisses him again and again.

Kurt knows his answer, he knows that he's won.

They kiss and kiss, and before they can get around to round two Kurt starts tugging Blaine towards his discarded pile of clothes near the elevator.

Blaine smiles as he helps him pick up some of his stuff. “Prepared were you?”

Kurt grins. “Hush you.”

Blaine calls for the elevator, smiling as he feels the tension flow from him, sanity and normality returning.

“Hey,” Kurt crowds over him suddenly, his eyes filling with concern. “You aren't- those guys haven't said-”

Blaine smiles, allowing himself to be held and then untangles his arms whilst balancing the collection of Kurt's things enough to hold Kurt too.

“I don't listen to a damn word, anybody says about us.”   

The elevator arrives and the doors open, Kurt leans in close one last time, his eyes lighting up with something mischievous and daring. 

Kurt whispers around his lips, “Let's show them.”