“Sam? Hey buddy how are you?” Blaine walks into the kitchen, crisp and clean in pressed plaid pants, a white shirt and vest over the top and a smile on his face. Sam is sitting at the breakfast bar, dressed smartly in a black suit, his drivers hat perched on his lap and his palms moulded around a steaming mug and a bagel sitting beside a stack of papers on the kitchen island.

“Hey Blaine, good to see you, I'm good, thanks, how's things with you? Happy New Year.” Blaine approaches him with a friendly back slap and pours himself a mug of coffee before pulling out a stool and sitting down beside Sam.

“Oh yeah, happy New Year to you too, I'm all good, thank you, happy to be back to work? How was Ohio?” Blaine asks with a grin before taking a sip from his mug and peering down to look at the black and white headlines on the paper on the countertop.

Sam nods his head whilst he swallows a bite of creamed cheese and bacon and washes it down with a swig of coffee, “Ohio was great, man I love being back home, and seeing my family, did you make it back?”

Blaine lifts his head, his eyes trailing with him slowly as he shakes his head no. He was pretty sure that Sam was aware that he had stayed in NY for the holidays, with Kurt. Maybe he was just trying to be cool.

“No, not this year, it was a welcome break from my family for a change.” Sam grins in simple understanding and Blaine opts for a quick subject change.

“What brings you to the condo this morning?” Blaine nods towards the last bite of bagel that's currently on its way to Sam's mouth and twists in his stool looking for any signs of leftovers.

“The big boss man invited me up for breakfast, you guy's meeting across town got cancelled until a little later right? So he told me just to come up and wait.” Sam nods along to his own words as he chews and flicks the page of the newspaper casually.

The mention of boss leads his brain spiralling towards Kurt and sends a small quiver through Blaine as he sips from his mug. He quietly stands from his chair and steps across the kitchen tiles to find some means of breakfast.

“There's bacon still under the grill, and freshly toasted bagels,” Sam chirps from behind him, “Kurt made us some earlier, he's already ate.”

Blaine took a plate from a shelf and opened up the grill to take the tray with the rashers still warm and crisp. “So you've seen him this morning?” Blaine asks as casually as he can muster. He adds a bagel to his plate and grabs the creamed cheese from the refrigerator and knife and makes his way back to his seat.

Sam's already watching him carefully with a small but shrewd smile, nodding his head as Blaine sits back down. “Yup. I think he's disappeared back into his office or some place. I like your hair by the way, it's different.”

Blaine automatically reaches up to his hair, his fingers gliding through his shower soft curls, styled carefully with minimal product, the way Kurt had taught him. He tries to push down the delicious squirm in his stomach as he remembers the feeling of Kurt's fingers massaging through his scalp and whispering words into his ear. “Oh um thanks, New Year, new style I guess?”

“New. Different. Change. Yes, good, I like it.” Sam says rather thoughtfully with a not too well hidden mischievous grin. Blaine watches him with a furrowed brow as he carefully spreads the knife over one side of his bagel. Quiet, simple and sweet Sam is being far too cryptic for so early in the morning for Blaine's liking.  

He eats in silence as Sam finishes his coffee and huffs out short amused acknowledgments as he idly flicks through the paper. Blaine takes the time to think, and allows the time to dwell. Kurt is obviously avoiding him this morning, they always eat breakfast together, why would he invite Sam up for breakfast and then hide away. Blaine tries to not let the rising feeling of panic swamp his rational way of thinking, he was expecting this, he knew that they couldn't continue acting the way that they had been for the past week or so, now that their normal work routine is resuming. Blaine shakes off any residual worried feelings and finishes his breakfast, occasionally glancing over Sam's shoulder and reading snippets from the jokes section.

Professionalism, Blaine is nothing if not professional, he knows that this is what Kurt will be expecting from him, and Blaine is not about to let Kurt down.

They had enjoyed a rather lovely New Year's day together, the previous day, mostly spent eating whatever leftovers they could conjure up from the kitchen, huddled together with old movies or what had been building up on the DVR, with Jes conveniently sprawled somewhere between them. They had been mostly quiet with very little words shared between them, only lingering touches and glances of longing and understanding. Nothing needed to be spoken, Blaine didn't want to ruin the moment, that night they parted in the hallway outside of Blaine's bedroom with a brush of hands and soft brushes of lips to cheeks and jaw lines. It wasn't overly passionate but a sweet, delicate gesture, something that made Blaine tingle inside out and had him pressing himself into his mattress with thoughts and memories of Kurt's sparkling eyes and the gentle caress of his touch.

Whether intentionally or wanting to or not, Kurt is definitely unravelling in front of Blaine with each passing minute they spend together, his locked down emotional side opening up and giving Blaine the barest of access. Blaine will wait, Blaine will give Kurt all the time it takes, he will give him anything.

*

The ride across town in the morning city traffic was certainly one that Blaine was not looking forward too, honestly speaking. He and Sam had made their way down to the car after breakfast, got in and comfortable and waited for Kurt join to them when he was ready. Blaine didn't have to go into his office before hand, he had his phone with his and Kurt's schedules, he didn't have to take anything with him to the conference this morning. It was just going to be a basic team meeting, welcoming everybody back from the holidays, future plans and proposals to mull over, mostly ran by team managers, account holders and project leaders from all different divisions of Kurt's many business accolades and ventures, with Kurt nodding tiredly and somewhat bored-like in the background.

The rear passenger door beside Blaine swings open and swiftly and Kurt glides into the car effortlessly onto the plush leather seats. Blaine keeps his head down, his eyes glued to whatever the hell he was looking at on his phone as Kurt saddles up beside him. He smells amazing, and Blaine doesn't have to see to know that he'll be looking it too. He can just imagine his hair swept back, a little messily and gorgeous, maybe a slight line of light scruff on his jaw, a sharp fitted suit clinging to his body and some form of Italian leather shoes on his feet.

Oh fuck it, Blaine lets his eyes wander to the side, and yup, the suit is a charcoal grey with a black opened collar shirt and a fucking silk patterned neck tie, bastard. Blaine actually thinks he can also just make out the beginnings of a sneaky smirk playing at the corners of Kurt's lips but he dare not look properly for fear of dropping his act. Professionalism, Blaine.

Sam throws a few not so subtle glances through the rear view mirror as the car crawls through the traffic, occasionally turning up the radio to listen to the traffic and news reports before flicking to a music station and pushing the button to allow the divider to glide up and offering peace and privacy. He usually does that when they are nearing their destination, knowing that Kurt and Blaine may need to discuss some things before their meeting or whatever it is that their doing, he knows that Kurt wouldn't necessarily mind if he listened in but he mostly chooses not to.

Blaine catches a restless flex of Kurt's fingers which are sitting just above his knee, a short brush away from Blaine's. Blaine's lip twitches as he pockets his phone and sits straighter against the leather seat. The silence draws out for just a few more minutes, just bordering on ridiculous before Blaine sucks in a quick breath, rubbing a hand at the nape of his neck.

“So we uh, we have those reservations at Eduardo's at Twelve-thirty, and then there's-”

“The viewing for the showcase at two, and then the conference call at four.” Kurt turns and rolls his eyes playfully, his lips curled at the corners.

Blaine mirrors Kurt's positions and smirks, whilst feigning a look of distaste. “Just doing what you pay me for Mr Hummel.” His voice is low, deep with amusement and teasing. Kurt's lips lift again, a toothy grin that he's obviously been fighting breaks through victoriously, his eyes widen and flash and he turns more towards Blaine, their knees knocking gently.

“Mr Hummel?”

“Yes, that's you isn't it?” The humour bounces lightly in Blaine's tone, something sizzling between them in the heated gaze of their eyes.

“Yes. Jackass, but you never call me that, you've never called me that once actually.” Blaine's eyebrows lift lightly as he thinks about this, his lips pursing as he thinks, he doesn't miss the way Kurt's eyes cloud over just a smidgen, his expression, playful, almost delighted at the light bickering.

“Oh, I'm sorry, well I could rectify that I suppose, somehow-”

“Don't be, that's actually one of the things that drew to me to you during your interview, you said my name, my first name with such surety and confidence, such conviction, whether you felt it or not, it actually surprised me how much I enjoyed hearing it tumble from your lips, to not have somebody try to please and impress with ‘Sir' or ‘Mister' right away, though I like how you sparingly use the word occasionally now and then. I found you rather endearing, fascinating actually.” Blaine can hardly breathe at Kurt's surprising husked ramble, he licks his lips and watches as Kurt edges inwards, shoulders hunching in closer, eyes narrowing, sucking on his bottom lip gently as if forgetting where they are, and who he is, “And how exactly would you rectify it? Enlighten me-”

The car pulls to a stop at the sidewalk with a sudden quiet screech, car horns blaring all around them and people bustling past the tinted windows. Kurt shakes himself out of his thoughts and sits up straight just as the door opens and Sam is standing on the other side, an oblivious look pasted across his face, waiting patiently for Kurt to exit. Kurt slips from the car smoothly and Blaine waits for a beat before following with an obnoxious grin gracing his lips, maybe, just maybe everything will be ok.

*                             

The week passes with very little excitement, and the everyday mundane work routine picks up just as normal, only at a more hurried hectic pace. Kurt and Blaine work in and out of their offices, coming and going from the condo daily and getting back on track with their work schedules, trying to cram everything in to get the new working year off to a good start. They work extended hours and attend late dinners, eventually crawling into bed, separate beds, just before the stroke of midnight and up again at the crack of dawn.

By the time the weekend rolls around Blaine's body is thrumming, his bones heavy and tired, his temples pounding with pent up tension and energy and that's not to mention the dull throbbing in his groin and the growing need, pooling in the pit of his stomach. Kurt has been teasing him all week, brushing past him at every turn with feather light touches, glancing in his direction at every chance and purring innuendos into his ear whilst trying to draft up some important emails. Blaine had barely had the chance to take care of himself at the end of each night, whilst under his bed sheets, before sleep took over and got the better of him.

They need to work something out, if Kurt doesn't want anything more than ‘casual' with Blaine but is also not willing to leave him be and doesn't want anybody else to know anything about it, then they definitely need to arrange some form of game plan. Blaine wants Kurt badly, he needs him.

Saturday evening ends with them sitting at the bar area, enjoying a glass of wine to round off the day, Blaine's bow tie is undone and Kurt's tie is already draped over the edge of his stool, collars unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up. It's Blaine's favourite look for them, easy and relaxed, casual, undeniably sexy. The wine is seeping through Blaine warm and heavy, causing his eyelids to droop even more than they had been. Any other time Blaine would try and take advantage of this private time with Kurt, knowing that tomorrow is a none working day, but with the week they've just had he doesn't know what his body is capable of and Kurt seems quite content in just sitting with him, in close proximity, with lingering looks and soft brushes of hands as he reaches for his wine glass.

They're just finishing off going over their schedules for the next week, looking intently down at their phones when Kurt's goes off with a beep. He's quiet for a short while as he swipes his thumb across the small screen and scrolls down the page of the email, Blaine's rather happy just watching his side profile in the dim shadows of the lamp from the living room. Kurt's brow scrunches, his lips purse like he's really thinking about something, weighing up his pro's and con's and eventually he looks up from the screen, pocketing his phone and draining his glass.

The sharp scrape of Kurt's stool pushing out against the hard floor as he stands, startles Blaine from his slump against the surface top as he looks up at Kurt, standing before him, watching him with a deep gaze. “There's um, there's a thing, in a month or so, a premier for this movie about some designer back in the Sixty's, I've been invited and I uh I think we should go.” Kurt sets his jaw, shoulders squared.

Blaine straightens, yes they usually attend whatever Kurt chooses to go to together, that's his job, but never something as public and high profiled as a movie premier. It's no secret to Blaine that Kurt chooses these events wisely, he tries to steer clear from direct lime light, and for reasons that Blaine is still trying to work out. This event will no doubt be swarming with other designers, models, actors and actresses all curious to see the biopic, and along with them reporters and cameras to match.

Blaine nods up at Kurt, a small reassuring smile building on his lips, as he watches some tension dissipate from Kurt's shoulders. He leans in and gently places a kiss to Blaine's cheek.

“Thank you.” Blaine can feel the whispered words against the growing whiskers of his jaw line, he closes his eyes at the short soft touch, nodding slowly and weakly, gulping in short even breaths. Kurt feels and smells amazing, finally, this close against him.

Blaine cannot deny that if all else fails, Kurt is at least trying, trying in many ways, and the thought settles deeply within the pit of his stomach as he watches the man stride away for the rest of the evening.

*        

On Sunday morning Blaine is lying in bed, allowing himself to wake up naturally but knowing that he needs to get up soon unless he wants a close encounter with Santana who will no doubt be arriving with bells on at any giving moment. She hadn't turned up during the week, and so he's ready for her with full force. He's thinking of ways of how to get Kurt alone, wondering what he'll be up to and how to kindly ‘proposition' him for lack of a better word, when his work phone buzzes over on the side table. He reaches out for it, a little perplexed, because its Sunday and don't people know to leave him alone on Sunday's, he swipes at the screen, eyebrows shooting up to his hairline, eyes widening when he sees the notification window and reads the message.

Kurt P

09.11

Meet me down in the gym, pronto. K

Blaine's grin can only be described as ‘shit eating' as he settles up higher against his pillows, his chest thumping with excitement and curiosity, and his morning erection for that matter.

Blaine Work

09.11

Kurt P? As in Kurt ‘Private'? Is this a work related emergency?? ;)

Blaine is fully aware that there would be no emergency, save for that of needing to rip each others clothes off. He's already sliding out of bed and into his closet when the phone vibrates in his hand with a reply.

Kurt P

09.12

Ha. Smartass. Santana seldom ventures down here…hurry!

It's Sunday therefore Blaine forgoes any need for underwear, slips into a pair of loose work out sweats and a tank top, steps into a pair of sneakers and goes into his en-suite to brush his teeth.

Blaine work

09.14

Yes Sir!

*

When Blaine finds Kurt only a very short while later, through a hazy glass door, it takes all that he has in him to stop from coming right on the spot. Kurt's propped up lazily against the tiled wall of the small gym steam room, a white towel wrapped around his waist, skin glistening with clean sweat, chin tipped back and eyes closed, pink lips parted. Blaine strips out of his clothes grabs a towel of his own from the changing area and quietly enters the room, closing the door behind him with a gentle click and taking a seat on the stone bench just opposite Kurt.

Kurt blinks an eye open at him, ducking his chin downwards and cracking a lazy smile, “Good morning.” His voice is like velvet, soft and teasing, Blaine tips his head in greeting, eyes hooded. “I thought we could use a bit of a relaxation after a long and hard week. Blaine hums deeply in response. “Thank you, by the way, for all that you've done this week.”

“It's what I'm here for.” Blaine says casually, though as the words leave his lips he's aware of the multi-meaning behind them, and he's sure Kurt is too. Kurt tilts his head as if thinking this over, his eyes hooded and hazed in the small rapidly growing too hot room.

Blaine feels his gaze seep right through to his core, but isn't sure if taking the man right there and then on the floor is the best thing to do, yet. He quickly changes topic. “Have you seen San today?”

Kurt's mouth pulls up into a smirk as he shakes his head slowly, “No, she'll be pissed, wanting to grill us no doubt.”

“Are you completely opposed to telling her?” Kurt seems to consider this deeply, before eventually tilting his chin and looking at Blaine curiously.

“What do we say?” Blaine swallows an immediate response, he honestly doesn't know, he was kind of hoping that Kurt would give a little, divulge in more words than that, but obviously not. However he knows that Kurt is well aware that Santana is not stupid, she will know fine well if something's been going down between them, no pun intended. He takes Kurt's not so direct answer as a one of un-surety, an unknown, and in Blaine's book that is better than a simple no. He decides not to answer, he doesn't know how, and instead goes with something a little more crafty.

“Had she expected something to happen between us over Christmas?” Kurt eyes Blaine carefully, his smirk slowly starting to slip into a tight press of lips, eventually he arches an eyebrow and gives a look of ‘what do you think?'

“Did you expect something to happen between us?” Blaine doesn't really know where this line of questioning had fired from, but now seems a good of a time as any to bring it up. He's not going to push Kurt, he know what he promised him, but he's also not going to idly sit by and wait for something to happen between them. Kurt would not have invited him down here and wrapped his glistening beautiful body in nothing but a towel if he hadn't of intended to take their ‘what ever it was they were doing' any further.

Kurt dips his chin and offers a shy smile, “I don't expect anything Blaine.” Oh he's choosing his words carefully is he, ok well Blaine can do that too.

“Did you want something to happen between us?” Kurt offers another ‘obviously' look and lowers his voice, his eyes smouldering, trying to bat off a smile that just won't quit.

“You know that I did.”

“And now?” Kurt snorts a short laugh and offers yet another one of those looks, only this time it's mixed with ‘are you serious?'

“Now, as in right now, here in the steam room now?” Blaine tips his head back with a grin and a chuckle and rubs his palms over his knees, the heat in the room is rising between them and it's not just because of the steam.  

“No, I mean I guess that, that is pretty obvious,” Kurt snickers at this, Blaine smiles and continues, “You know what I mean, how is this going to work between us, just a weekend thing? Just an ‘I'll text you to sneak out of your bedroom window after dark' thing?” Blaine is smiling still when he says this, only half teasing but he can see the shift in Kurt's emotions as he rings his wrists at the sides of his towel clad thighs.

Eventually Kurt looks at him with stormy eyes, “Would it be a good enough answer for you if I said yes and no, No I don't want to limit this, us, to any time frame and yes I'll come to you when I want you, but you should know that I always want you Blaine, you can count on that, trust me.” Blaine does, that's the problem, Blaine trusts too much. Kurt grins lightly, his words rolling from his tongue deep and seductively, Blaine can tell that he's trying to keep his tone is light, but as usual his body posture and the glint in his eyes are betraying him.

Kurt suddenly stands, the towel delectably unravelling and inching downwards from his hips as he strides in short steps across the small room and slowly lowers himself onto Blaine's lap. He glides his fingers through the moist tendrils at the nape of Blaine's neck, pulling his head back and leaning down, he presses his lips to Blaine's jaw, mouthing, achingly soft and slow, sucking at his moist warm skin. “How's that for an answer for you?”

Kurt's breath blows warm and damp and across Blaine's cheek, his cock just starting to peak out from the drifting towel grows hard and pulsing between their sweaty tight stomachs and Blaine can't help but groan a response. He feels himself growing hard also, desperately trying to rise against the thick of the towel still wrapped around him. Kurt's fingers trail down his stomach, tantalising, as he leaves feather light kisses along Blaine's jaw and neckline, nipping at his collarbone as he settles himself backwards, the towel finally dropping from his hips and to the tiles with a dull slick sound, exposing all of his gleaming creamy skin and tones muscles. 

Finally Kurt's fingers land on the knot of Blaine's towel, and as the cloth comes undone Kurt takes him between his fingers, rubbing and against Kurt's own straining cock, Blaine can't do much more than whimper weakly in his throat, strained and hoarse.

“God yes, so good, yes Kurt, anything, please.” Kurt grins as he brushes his lips against Blaine's, pumping his fist harder and tighter. They both know that he's not just talking about Kurt's hand wrapped possessively around him and his tongue sliding its way into his mouth relentlessly, unforgiving, un-forgetful.

*

“Nice to see you guys have left me all of the good jobs.” Blaine smirks as he looks up at the now open doorway where Santana is standing, looking as put together as always, in a blue fitted shirt, slim cut jeans and hair up in a high pony.

“Nice to see you too San, Happy New Year.” She grins, rolling her eyes and steps in the room, closing the door behind her and perches on the edge of his bed, he has to bend his knees and pull his feet up to avoid his toes getting crushed. He thought he'd managed to successfully avoid this particular meeting. When he and Kurt had finished downstairs, god knows how long later, Kurt had slinked away with flushed cheeks, glazed blue-green eyes and gorgeous god awful messy hair, leaving Blaine breathless sated, and wanting more, always wanting more.

Blaine had decided to hide out downstairs for a little longer, to avoid the two being caught appearing together with less than put together appearances, and so he hit the treadmill for a hour or so, before the need for a shower became too much, and he's been hiding out in his room ever since.

“Yeah, yeah, you too short stuff, I gotta admit, I have actually missed your face.” She nods towards his drying hair. “Cute curls.” Blaine puts the book he had been reading down beside him on the bed, and crosses his legs, lacing his fingers in his lap and grinning widely.

“By the way, you get paid for those ‘good jobs', I don't.” Santana's dark eyes widen and flash with something downright menacing and playful, her toothy grin grows wide and she quirks a perfectly trimmed eyebrow as she settles herself more comfortably on Blaine's bed.

“Oh no? I would beg to differ. And seriously, I do not get paid to fluff couch cushions and renew them of any ass prints.” Blaine almost chokes on air as he tries to look away, he also does not want to draw any attention to the fact that Santana may well be correct, but he can hardly believe it, he and Kurt had been very thorough with their clean up and inspection of the condo on New Years day.

He schools his features into something stern like and hits Santana's smug grinning face with a narrow gaze as he looks up, “You do not, you didn't-oh shut up Santana, that is not even true.”

“Oh please, I'm not stupid, so don't insult me, but don't worry I wont talk about it, I know what he's like, he's been avoiding me like the plague also, I'm just happy for you that's all, for him, he deserves this, he needs somebody like you.” Santana's face changes then, her eyes soften as they search Blaine's face, but searching for what Blaine doesn't know.

Blaine gulps, he doesn't know why he feels the need to say something about it, but he just does. “You know we, we um haven't uh, it's just fooling around you know.”

“Oh please spare me the gory details, I know exactly how far you and his highness have gone, Kurt cares deeply about these things, it means a lot him, this stuff, more than you'll probably know, so believe when I say that it's not just fooling around, not to him, he cares, he's protective.”

Blaine's chest thumps as he listens carefully, his skin prickling as he absorbs her words, trying to decipher them exactly. He tries not to read too much into what Santana is telling him but she has no reason to lie to him, he can believe her undoubtedly.     

“What happened to him Santana? I know you don't want to betray his trust, and don't worry I don't expect you to, just give me a little something to work with, he is starting to open up with me, whether he knows it or not, but he is and it's great, but it's slow, and honestly at times I just don't know which way to turn with him, what he expects of me and wants me to do, but he wants me to do something, I know that much. God it's exhausting, but I can't give up with him, no matter how long it takes, I can't let go of what I feel for him, I want-he's just-”

“Hey, hey its ok, I know.” Santana reaches forward and gently squeezes Blaine's wrist with her finger tips, cutting off his unexpected tirade, she's smiles softly. “Believe me you've said enough, like I said he deserves you, someone to care for him this way, and you've pretty much hit the nail on the head, that idiot just needs time to sort his shit out.”

“Yeah Carole mentioned something about him just needing time too-”

“Carole?”

“Yeah, she came for the holidays-”

“Oh and how was that for you?” Santana says with a snicker, “I can imagine it would have been…cosy.” Blaine smirks knowing what she's implying.

“Actually it was pretty great, she was a lot of fun to have around, it was nice to see Kurt with family.” Santana nods in understanding.

“You know this thing with his dad, its not as big or ridiculous as what he makes it out to be, Kurt got all high and mighty, drunk with power and money, he was a different person to who he is now, still just a kid mad at the world, his dad tried to bring him down a peg or two and he's resented him for it ever since. He'll tell you about it himself soon, I know he will, you're right he is opening up to you, there is something about you that nobody else apart from us Ohioan's has, for some reason he's choosing you to help him out of his funk and that's all that matters.” Santana stands, leaving Blaine to mull things over.

Blaine looks up at her, chewing on his bottom lip thoughtfully, “You know, we're um, we're going to this big movie premier thing together, in a few months, he asked me, told me about it last night.” Santana folds her arms across her chest and whistles under her breath.

“You see, prince gay, progress, he plus you equals good things, keep it up.”

Blaine laughs heartedly, and throws himself back against his pillows as Santana steps over to the door and pulls at the handle. They don't hear the swift and soft retreating footfalls from the other side, nor can they see the small defeated, bashful smile spreading slowly.