Blaine;

11.56

So…my Dad wants to meet you…

11.57

…couldn't keep it up…April fool's!!! ; ) ;p

11.57

..It's April 1st!?!? … Sorry : ( Xx

11.58

..Are we still friends?? XX

Me;

12.10

You know you're lucky right, if you sent that just 4 minutes later YOU would have been the April Fool!!…Sorry for late reply Honey, meeting with crew for nxt week's shoot ran over, my brain is fried!!…friends??? XXX

Blaine;

12.11

Ah well then it's too late for you to get me back then ; )…Aww I'll have your G&T waiting on the bar for you later then : )…um sorry ..Boyfriends? Xx

Me;

12.11

That's better!! : ) See you tonight Honey XX

Blaine;

12.11

Can't wait!! Xx

Despite having the headache from hell, due to a very picky Photographer who clashed with the Set Designer, who had a personal issue with the Stylist, Kurt couldn't help but smile to himself as he typed up some documents, scrolled through emails and design pitches, doodling and shading, answering and making calls and even during his bathroom breaks, he couldn't wipe the grin from his face.

It was there pretty much permanently now, work was no better nor was it any worse, but he was tolerating it more, it still wasn't exactly what he wanted to be doing for the rest of his life, but he still loved fashion and such, he always would, but he was happier now, the weight from his shoulders felt lifted, and the knots in his back easing some.

Isabelle and Elliott of course picked up on this new and improved Kurt, not that Kurt was ever miserable at work, or awful to work with, not at all, it was just like what Elliott had said and picked up on, he had lost that ambition, that reason to enjoy life and being as young as Twenty- Five it was a sad sight to see. They of course knew that the reason was one Blaine Anderson, his boyfriend Blaine Anderson. Kurt can't remember the last time he'd actually referred to anybody as his boyfriend and actually meant it, actually knew that they were in a real, grown up relationship that wasn't going to pettily end the next week over something trivial.

Butterflies would swim around Kurt's stomach whenever he thought about that conversation, the confirmation of being boyfriends. It was the weekend after Valentines Day which had been roughly Six weeks ago, give or take a few days, and Kurt had got to Blaine's apartment to find that he'd been out grocery shopping after his morning shift downstairs. He had purchased two new toothbrushes and placed them side by side in the holder in his en-suite, Blaine had a guest bathroom too out in the hall, but they didn't need toothbrushes in there, Kurt considered changing the décor to match the tiles to make it more welcoming for new guests, Blaine laughed and explained that he was the only guest he'd ever invited back to his apartment since moving in back during the re-build.

They play-fought and ridiculously yet blissfully bickered over who got to have what colour, Blaine wanted the Blue toothbrush because it reminded him of Kurt's eyes, but Kurt wanted Blaine to have the Red toothbrush because it complimented his skin tone and personality.

The conversation weirdly and comically escalated into how Blaine changed his toothpaste from Spearmint to Peppermint-Kurt's favourite, how he switched from Semi-skimmed to skimmed milk, only using full fat or crème on weekends, and moved his mirror to the wall opposite the bed, where the best natural light would shine into the room for the most part of the day, among other things.

All of this then turned into Blaine announcing ever so adorably and heartfelt that he did all of these things because he wanted to, because Kurt was his boyfriend and he wouldn't want to do things like that for people who were just friends, or just dating.

The most heart melting little speech that Kurt had ever heard in the whole-fricking-world, then resulted dramatically into the toothbrushes being dropped carelessly to the side and the last few words uttered left echoing around the tiles, as Kurt backed Blaine out of the room and up and onto the bed. 

Kurt still spent time at his apartment, sometimes, mostly on the nights when Rachel wasn't working, but that was rare, sometimes Blaine would stay with him too. Kurt usually liked to get to the office no later than Eight-Thirty, meaning that he would wake up at the same time Monday to Friday to perform his morning routine, he could pretty much perform this routine to it's fullest best form no matter which bedroom he woke up in now. Let's not forgot to also mention that Kurt had subtly but still rather obviously started to take his Vacation Day's mostly one a week, or a fortnight, conveniently on a Monday. 

Ok, so maybe sometimes he woke a little earlier than his routine needed, when he would wake to the delicious scratch of Blaine's stubble between his thighs, or the wet-softness of Blaine's tongue against the column of his throat, or the during the sleepless nights when too much was swimming around in his head, keeping his mind active, and Blaine was just there beside him, warm and blissfully naked, ready to be teased and toyed into an orgasmic half awake state, and maybe those mornings he was a little later for work than he usually liked to be, but Kurt could care less.

Blaine's shifts changed weekly and it didn't matter to him what time he woke up or which bed he slept in, as long as more times than not, he was with Kurt. Their apartments, or Kurt's apartment and Blaine's entire building that he owned, worked and lived in, were only a few blocks apart so that was rather handy for them too, though it did make more sense for them to spend the most time at Blaine's for very obvious multiple reasons.

There were nights when they were not sharing a bed, like if Kurt had an early conference call to make with Isabelle and a board of people across the damn Globe, or if somebody called in sick at The Stage and Blaine selflessly put himself forward to work the back to back Late and Early shifts, meaning he'd get a total of about Four and half hours sleep, or even just the times when Kurt felt like they should have space, because it felt like the right thing to do, like it was healthy and had a positive reflection on their relationship.

Those times were often spent on the phone to each other anyway, albeit after staring purposefully at the wallpaper background of his cell home screen-a snapshot he had taken of Blaine throwing bread to the ducks in the park grinning like a Five year old-,

for a stupidly long time before giving in and speed dialling. Kurt knew that there were most definitely positive implications to taking things slow, to allowing time away from each other, like any other normal, healthy new relationship, yes they were normal and healthy and decidedly new, but they were Kurt and Blaine, they had been doing this dance since January, effectively waiting for each other for a specifically long time, space is not what they needed. Maybe only officially boyfriends for the past Six weeks, but they had been dating, had been close and verging on more, verging on forever, for way longer than that, that's what mattered to Kurt deep down, like what Blaine had once said to him, on their first date, there is no time limit on love.        

They weren't living together, Kurt still paid the rent on his place along with Rachel, but this was something that he was beginning to grow tired of explaining to people, he shouldn't have to explain he and Blaine's relationship and which mattress he chose to sleep on that night, they were both adults, both with strong heads on their shoulders and knew how to make the right choices, how to do right by each other.

But with every time Kurt found himself explaining this, he couldn't help but think back to his and Elliott's conversation a few months ago or so, when Elliott was in a very similar situation, how times have changed.

And if anybody thought that Kurt having his own vanity box on Blaine's dresser, and robe and slippers neatly placed beside Blaine's beside the bedroom door, was anything less than normal for their stage in the relationship, well screw them. But if Kurt was to be completely honest with himself, and only himself, with every trip to Blaine's, his own bedroom became less and less cluttered.  

Everybody knew about Blaine now, anybody who had any importance in Kurt's life at all knew about Blaine, and they knew about The Stage too, but only the select few he trusted knew about the real significance of Blaine and the bar. The only person that Kurt still needed to tell properly was his dad, he wasn't hiding it from him, god no, but his dad deserved more than ‘hey dad I'm dating someone now, like real dating, almost living with him to be honest, and I do believe that he's the best god damn thing that's ever happened to me'.

Burt definitely had to have some idea that something was going on with Kurt, or rather someone, his free time was now pretty much non-existent and their weekly phone calls had turned into brief Text messages whilst Kurt would no doubt be sitting at the bar distractedly, watching Blaine stretch up, his shirt squeezing around his biceps and threatening to un tuck from his tight-as-hell pants, to pull down a new bottle of Grey Goose from the top shelf.

Kurt was just waiting for the right time, maybe he'd fly his dad and Carole out to New York in a few months, he knew that Carole would love Blaine, she'd try to mother him despite his age, and his dad, well maybe he'd need a little convincing about the age thing, but in time his dad would love Blaine, he knew it.

His dad would love him because he did, yes he loved Blaine, he knew that he had for a while, he couldn't help, no power to stop it, he just wasn't ready to admit it yet, to himself or anyone else. The words sat at the forefront of his mind but hiding behind feelings and worries and bigger steps and chances. Maybe he'd take that leap of faith soon, maybes, but not yet, and once again Blaine's words echo around in his mind, there is no time limit, it will always be right…  

The age difference was something that Kurt had also come to realise wasn't such of an issue as he thought it might have been, in fact Kurt had to often remind himself that Blaine was Ten years older. Like the time when Blaine wrestled Kurt off of the couch and on to his black fluffy rug, giggling and cries of laughter, hands tickling and grasping and kisses fleeting and messy before turning needy and down right dirty, and all just because Kurt had tried to comb his hair, breaking through the remnants of Gel and into a new, experimental style.

Kurt realised that age and maturity were two very different things, and knowing when to have fun and relax, and being too boring and serious was a very fine line, a line that Blaine knew how to manoeuvre perfectly well and charmingly so. 

Kurt loved the maturity that came with Blaine and how it showed and reflected in their relationship when it needed to, Kurt often worried that he was too mature for his age, that he would never find anyone he would be compatible with, he got to a point when he stopped going out and socialising, he stopped trying to meet new possible lovers, he stopped altogether trying to find somebody with the features and aspects that he was looking for in a partner.

Kurt would spend many an early night in bed, alone with a book and a hot cocoa, berating himself for being too picky, for being too stubborn, constantly telling himself that everything happens for a reason, that he'll maybe find somebody, the right somebody, when the time was right. Little did he know that all he had to do was get himself off his ass, down the street and a few Tequila's down his throat, to find exactly what he was looking for, what he needed, what or rather who has become very quickly everything to him in such a short space of time.

There is still something that niggles deep inside Kurt about Blaine and his Thirty Five years of age, something that Kurt is dying to know, to learn, but at the same time so worried to hear, and very weary to ask. It is something that Kurt buries deep to the back of his mind with every good morning kiss that Blaine gives him, every strong embrace, every laugh they share, because for now those moments are more important and worth savouring than anything that Kurt may be over thinking.

So now putting all minor, ridiculous issues and technicalities of the like to one side, Kurt has a Blaine, his own to enjoy and experience and get to know and fall for impossibly harder with every day and minute spent together.

He has learnt that Blaine is wonderfully strange in his own amazingly normal way, he likes to mostly sit on the floor in front of the Coffee table in between Kurt's legs behind him on the sofa when they eat, Kurt has never seen him use his opaque glass and Oak rounded dining table that sits in his kitchen at all.

Blaine only wears a watch when he remembers to put one on and wears it on his right wrist, he holds his folk in his right hand and knife in his left. Blaine likes Tomatoes with almost everything, sauce and seasoning and Ketchup but not an actual whole Tomato, his favourite drink is fresh Cranberry Juice with a hint of lime, and he prefers to sleep in the nude which is absolutely, perfectly fine with Kurt. He indeed does actually have quite an extensive Bowtie collection and some of which make an appearance now and then, and on one Sunday afternoon when off rotation at the bar, he treated Kurt to his own private fashion show.

He has a small square photograph pinned to his refrigerator with a magnet, of himself, Kurt and Rachel, it was taken in her dressing room when Kurt had taken him to see her show. Kurt is in the middle holding the camera out and in on them, Rachel is on his right kissing his cheek, and Blaine was supposed to be doing the same on his left hand side, but his eyes are instead planted firmly on Kurt's face, like the camera wasn't even existent. Kurt had heard of the term ‘heart eyes' before, but every time that he opens Blaine's refrigerator to grab them a drink or make a snack, he is reminded again and again exactly what it looks like, and his heart does a little jump in his chest without fail.    

Kurt pleasantly learned one late night not too long ago whilst snuggled into Blaine's side as they read an article on Blaine's laptop together, that he actually wears contact lenses some days when his eyes are tired and temples are starting to throb. Blaine's eyes started to water and redden as he squinted to look at the small print on the screen, after he removed each lens and dropped them into the nearby waste basket that Kurt had recently contributed to the room, for his disposable facial wipes, Kurt took great pleasure in kissing each of his eye lids, on and around the area, soothingly and softly.

He shutdown the laptop and slid it under the bed, clicked the night light off and pulled Blaine down into a snugly comfortable lying position with him under the covers, he stroked his fingers carefully through the silvery tips of Blaine's hair at the sides of his forehead, as he lay tucked up in front of Kurt until his eyelids adorably started to droop. Kurt kissed him gently on the back of his head and temples into a peaceful sleep and fell asleep himself to the beautiful sounds of Blaine's soft snuffles, his arms wrapped around him and his nose pressed into Blaine's hair, breathing him in, taking all that he can.

So basically, one could say that Kurt Hummel is pretty fan-fucking-tastic right now, and god help anybody who tries to rain on his current parade.

*

“One Gin and Tonic, extra Gin, Ice and Lemon, complete with a bendy straw-” Kurt looked up as Blaine slid the tall glass over to him with a wink from the opposite side of the counter.

He'd been sitting at the bar for the last Twenty minutes since finishing work at the annoyingly later time of Six-Thirty, pouring over emails about deadline dates for the shoot and a rather annoying string of texts from Elliott, even though they all said the same thing that Elliott had already said to him during the day. He rubbed a hand over his face, pressed at his eyes, then smiled at Blaine, taking the glass and lifting it to his lips.

“Thank you honey-”

“You ok sweetheart?” Blaine leaned over, arms crossed in front of him on the counter, head tilted to the side, eyes warm but quizzical, his voice a touch a lower, kinder then if he were serving any other regular customers.

“Oh yeah, of course, yeah, just tired you know-”

“You want to go upstairs? You know the pass code right, I could be done in a maybe an hour, it's quiet out-” Kurt heard the jangle of key's in Blaine's serving apron's front pocket as he hunted around for his apartment key. Kurt hurried to swallow the mouthful of refreshing alcohol and tried to talk around the ice cube that had escaped the glass and past his lips.

“Oh no honey, it's ok, thank you though, I'm good out here, I like watching you, it relaxes me-”

“I know-” Blaine patted his hand and smiled warmly, “just making sure,” he then pulled back to pick up some empty glasses that the young apprentice had just delivered to the bar from her round around the tables.

Kurt loved the feeling of lying in Blaine's bed, stripped to his boxers and half asleep, hearing the faint click of the door unlocking from the latch that Kurt had left it on and shortly after feeling the familiar dip behind him as Blaine would enter, strip down to nothing, and climb in behind him, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close, resting his nose and pressing kisses to the back of his neck as they both fell asleep together.   

But what Kurt loved more than that, was entering Blaine's apartment hand in hand, when they were both tired from a busy day, lazily chatting about the same drunk guy who always makes Karaoke requests, even though there has never once been Karaoke on at The Stage. Feeding each other leftovers from an earlier dinner whilst propped up against the kitchen counter, then tumbling into the cool confines of Blaine's en-suite, squirting toothpaste on each other's brushes and after slowly peeling away the layers of each others clothing with gentle touches and kisses to newly uncovered skin, no matter how tired they were, crawling into bed together, limbs chasing and tangling and fading into sleep with warm whispers against each others skin and hair, paving the way for a new day together when the sun rises.

Kurt waved his cell in the air a little as Blaine returned to where he was sitting, the bar was quiet tonight and Blaine wasn't needed as much out on the main floor or behind the scenes, “You um, you remember, about this weekend right? Elli-”

“ott's house warming yes-” Of course Blaine would remember, it never got old to Kurt how tentative he was, when ever Kurt spoke to him about anything, he was a great listener and a quiet responder, offering small pieces of advice and not overly powerful at all, like his answer had to be heard, just meaningful musings.

Blaine's smile was genuine, his eyes wide and waiting for Kurt to continue, but there was something else there, something hidden behind those beautiful eyes. He was nervous, that was ok, Kurt was too, they hadn't formerly introduced anyone to each other yet, other than Rachel, who was just there anyway, only in passing and conversations did anyone know about Blaine.

But a hand a shake, and a ‘this is my boyfriend', it cemented something, it crossed that invisible line, and Kurt's stomach felt sick with both fear and pure delight at the thought.

“You sure, it's, you um, you still wanna-” In the short time that Kurt had spent ridiculously pondering, staring down into his glass, he had looked up to find Blaine was gone from behind the bar, a pair of strong arms suddenly curled around his waist and a warm breath ticked the shell of his ear.

“I can't wait to go with you Kurt!”

*

“So Kurt comes over with this drawing board, proud as-fucking-punch-”

“Language Elliott-”

“Sorry dear-”

Kurt smirked and took a sip from his bottle, he was taking it easy tonight, just a few light beers, obviously Blaine wasn't drinking and he didn't want to be a complete drunken mess to take home, even though Blaine had often voiced his love of ‘tipsy, happy, sappy Kurt'. He glanced over at Elliott who had just patted his ‘dear' on the hand, making a sarcastic kissy face to him as Jon smirked and rolled his eyes lovingly. Kurt liked Jon a lot, he liked to describe him a sophisticated Rock-type, he was pretty much just a Dirty-Blonde version of Elliott, but with a use of a more polite vocabulary, he helped out at his friends Record Store on weekends and through the week worked as an upstanding accountant. His home was modern and full of art and posters from old movies and various gigs he'd been to over the years, and Kurt could clearly see the connection between the two guys.

He watched them carefully and quietly, sitting together, enjoying each others personal space, sharing a home, a life, anybody could do that, no matter of age, relationship status or length of time spent together. Something as natural and beautiful shared between people like these two adorable idiots, could be shared by anyone, Kurt could see that, Kurt knew that.   

Elliott carried on his story about the time last year when he, Kurt and Isabelle took over the board room like the Three Musketeers, winning best ideas, best team and a complimentary dinner and drinks for the three of them for that quarter.

They were all sitting in a semi-circle shape in Elliott and Johns front room, it was a little after Eleven and a few of the guests had already retired for the evening, Elliott was sitting on the love seat by the back wall, his hand curled around Jon's knee and a Rum and coke in his hand, Isabelle was tucked into the corner arm chair, a glass of wine in her hand, eyes closed and a tired smile on her lips as she listened to the story.

Other people were dotted between and around them, on the floor and on borrowed chairs from the dining room, some people Kurt recognised from various places and others he had the pleasure of meeting and introducing Blaine too.

The sentence that Kurt had perfected and got used to saying which such delight and grace, was starting to familiarize itself with his jaw muscles and curl off of his tongue beautifully.

‘This is Blaine, my boyfriend, we've been together a little over Two months-‘, because technically they had, and Kurt wasn't willing to argue the case.

The way that Blaine's hand would squeeze around his each time the story of how they met was told, or the way his arm would politely rest of his lower back, finger tips drumming at his sides, was a sure enough sign that Blaine enjoyed the introduction just as much.

Blaine, Kurt had noted, had been an absolute doll tonight, speaking politely to strangers, making and joining conversations, straying from Kurt, not crowding him, but also not too far, never too far. Kurt was sure that this was his Bar Tender side, his business personality, fighting through the self consciousness and making an effort rather effortlessly in fact. They shared demure, longing glances at each other from opposite ends of the room when both were supposed to be engrossed in their own separate conversations.

Kurt tried not too look when he noticed out the corner of his eye Isabelle pull Blaine into a warm hug, and started chatting to each other happily like they'd been friends for years, their faces lighting up, nodding and smiling, giggling and every so often glancing over in Kurt's direction with shared knowing expressions.

That familiar cracking sensation from deep within Kurt returned, with full force, more direct and obvious, Blaine was seriously doing things to him, making him feel and think things he never thought he would, and tonight was like the epitome of all those things past and present put together.  

He pleasantly thought back to before they left the apartment, when choosing what to wear, Kurt had opted for a pair of patterned black fitted pants with a plain V-neck shirt, both of which complimented each other and his body rather nicely but not begging for too much attention. He'd come out of Blaine's en-suite after checking his hair to find Blaine standing by the bed looking down at an array of suspenders and Bowties, Kurt's heart thumped dramatically and he bit his lip around his grin, stepping over and wrapping his arms around waist.

After playing a little game of ‘How fast can Kurt get Blaine naked, worship his body then dress him back up again?', Kurt had tied a Black and Grey silk, stripy bowtie around Blaine's neck, over his Navy short-sleeved polo with a black trim around the sleeves and collar. He swatted his dark denim clad ass and sweetly smiled at Blaine distractedly, while he curled the pads of his finger into the tips of his hair, breaking the slight mould and letting the curls free themselves slightly, dishevelled and a look that says ‘I'm a man that's not afraid to use hair products, but not too much'.    

They were sat together on the floor, in front of the fire place, crossed legged and side by side, knees knocking as Kurt rested a reassuring hand on Blaine's leg. Blaine was happily drinking a freshly made non-alcoholic cocktail of Cranberry and Orange juice, with Grenadine, Pineapple and a wedge of Lime added to the rim of the glass, sprinkled with sugar.

Elliott had happily bought all the needed ingredients for various alcoholic concoctions and hilariously faked a very happy surprised reaction when Blaine kindly offered to make some up for the party guests, Kurt elbowed his assistant in the ribs with a knowing smirk, because of course that was Elliott's plan all along to see Blaine get his ‘Tom Cruise' on.

Kurt loved telling the story as to why Blaine didn't drink alcohol, and Blaine didn't mind him doing so either, a strange sense of pride washed over him, revelling in the past of his hot, brave, moral boyfriend.

As the night grew closer to Midnight Elliott and Jon found themselves stood in their entrance hall waving off the majority of their guests, both a little tipsy but just happily so, draped around each other and dragging people into strong embraces.

Kurt and Blaine stood in the open doorway hand in hand, as Blaine shook his free hand with Jon's and took the business card that was offered to him with a smile. Kurt and Elliott were busy playfully ribbing each other about something when Kurt's name was suddenly called in high pitched hilarious fashion from the kitchen, and a string of words followed, loosely translated into ‘Rachel, show, tickets, where is she?'

Kurt rolled his eyes with a smile, squeezing Blaine's hand and slipping his fingers loose with a shrug as he quickly walked back though the hall, ‘Yes Isabelle, Rachel's at the show tonight, that's why she's not here and no you've already had like Eight free tickets this month.'

Blaine and Elliott laughed at Kurt's retreating form then at Jon as he stepped forward to help a not so sober colleague out of the doorway, and stumbled together down the path to the waiting cab. Blaine bit his lip and turned to Elliott holding his hand out, he knew that Rachel was of course Kurt's best friend, his roommate, his oldest friend. But Elliott was something different, Elliott was his constant voice of reason, the angel and devil on his shoulder in some ways, and Blaine knew he had a lot to thank Elliott for, in terms of helping and supporting Kurt, which also resulted in and greatly effected their relationship, positively so.

Blaine took a deep breath and looked up, Elliott took his hand with a firm shake and pulled him into a hug, “Don't mention it Blaine, seriously, no sweat,” They pulled back and Blaine looked at Elliott incredulously who was just grinning back at him, “You two deserve each other man, and nothing but the best, look I get people like you, my Jon was kind of the same when we first met, and he's only Three years older than I am, you liked Kurt from the moment you saw him, you knew he would be good for you, you were right but didn't know if you deserved him because of the not so great way you think about yourself, well let me tell you this my man-”

Elliott stepped a little closer, lowered his voice, and Blaine was frozen to the spot, eyes wide, “ He may have helped and changed you and lit up your life in a way that only Kurt-fucking-Hummel can cause he's just so freaking awesome, but you need to know that you have done the exact same for him, if not more, you've given him hope again, and bullshit about ages or whatever, if you were Ten years younger than Kurt and lets just forgo the Underage undertones of that implication for a minute, I still think the draw between you two would have been there,” Blaine laughed helplessly, unsure what else to do, to say, his grin was threatening to split his cheeks and eyes were becoming suspiciously moist.

“All I'm saying is buddy, you pay no mind to nothing else, be there for each other, not just relationship wise, in other elements of your lives too, you keep him as close as you can, for as long as you can, and do what you need to do, say what you need to say, you feel me?” And there it was, the obvious hiding behind the boatload of Elliott's declaration, Blaine usually didn't pay that much attention to people like Elliott, thinking they were show offs and know it alls, and liked the sound of their own voices too much, But Elliott wasn't like that, he was genuine, real and honestly just knew what he was saying and liked to help the people who he loved, loved, well Blaine could do that too.

Like clockwork Jon came back into the house exasperated and Kurt came back down the hallway equally exasperated, he gave the couple one last fleeting hug and turned to Blaine with a smile, entwining his hand with his once again, “You ready?”

Blaine looked up at him, eyes big and clear, like a fog had been lifted and he could see the forest for the trees, truly, he could do this now, he could try again, it was time. He nodded, swallowing subtly, trying to steady his self and even his voice, “Yeah, yeah I am.” 

*

“Why do I never learn from my mistakes? I should always remember to stay away from Elliott when there are Whisky Shots around, I knew he'd get me-”

Blaine spat out his last mouthful of toothpaste, rinsed his mouth out with water and put his toothbrush- the blue one, he had decidedly won- back in the holder. He laughed and looked up at Kurt, who was sitting on the bathroom counter beside the basin, his shirt in his hands and rubbing over a couple of dark spots in the fabric with a cloth. The bare skin of his smooth chest gloriously glimmered in the ceiling spotlights and reflective cream tiles of Blaine's En-suite bathroom, his hair was a little mussed from where he carelessly pulled his shirt up and over his head and his tight stomach was a little bunched up in tiny little rolls adorably from how he was hunched over, he looked wonderful, beautiful in a boring, not even trying to be way, natural and sassy because of his shirt situation and just him.

“It was only a few drops though huh, I'm sure he will be full of apologies on Monday,” He dropped the plug into the hole and filled the sink with a stream of warm water whilst ducking underneath and rummaging through his cabinets, he popped back up a second later with a bottle of thick liquid that smelled of citrus fruits and fresh tropical scents, he poured some into the water, watching the colour swirl and shut off the tap.

“Ha, you're kidding right, he probably won't even remember-” Kurt feigned a tone of disdain but there was a definite hint of humour and a smirk peeking at the edges of his lips. Blaine moved to stand between his legs and pulled the cloth from his hand, dropping it to the counter and carefully sliding his shirt into the water, prodding it with his fingers slightly before leaving it there to soak.

Kurt smiled, rubbing and scratching his fingers through Blaine's hair, as he tilted his head and chin upwards and leant down meeting his lips with his own, it was a tender, quiet, mundane but perfect moment and Kurt couldn't get enough.

Blaine smiled and hummed into the kiss, rubbing his hands over Kurt's legs and up, dipping his fingers behind the waistline of his pants and then moving them to curl around his hips, slowly pulling him closer, sliding gently towards the edge of the counter, encouraging his legs to wrap around him.

“On a scale of One to Yes Please, how much do you think you've had to drink?” Kurt laughed into the kiss and swatted at Blaine's shoulder before attaching his fingers to his collar and carefully undoing his Bowtie and buttons.

“You just want to know if we can have sex without my getting a headache or feeling sick don't you?” He placed the bowtie carefully to the side of the counter and brushed his lips over Blaine's cheek and jaw whilst un-tucking his shirt from his jeans and undoing his fly.

Blaine faked a shock gasp, but his following smirk gave him away as he carefully worked at the clasp on Kurt's pants and started to roll them down before having to lift him completely off of the counter.

It was all very slow, unhurried, lazily undressing each other between leaving kisses and fleeting gropes, it was downright sexy and Kurt knew that they were setting the pace for the late evening/early morning ahead, but this was nothing like he'd ever felt with Blaine before, something was different in the atmosphere between them tonight.

Blaine was being oh so reverent, and adoring towards Kurt, not that he has never been before, but this was different, this was something more and the air of the close space between them crackled with promise, and the smell of the future, it was hauntingly beautiful and his bare skin prickled at the thought of unspoken words.

Blaine couldn't wait, he wanted Kurt like nothing else, but this had to be said first, and hopefully it wouldn't backfire awfully, it was time, and time can also be ripped away just like that so easily, there was no more left to spare, none to waste.

“K-Kurt,” Blaine's voice was low and rough and thick with some kind of emotion as he panted into his skin, they were both standing in their boxers between the wash basin and the shower stall, their clothes crumpled around them on the floor tiles. Blaine held Kurt's hips firmly, holding him back and still before Kurt could try to get Blaine completely naked.

He held Kurt's face steadily in his hands and looked deep into his eyes, his throat worked helplessly, his mouth opening and closing silently, he looked raw and completely breath-taking and suddenly Kurt knew, he knew what was coming and his heart jumped and gooseflesh flew through his skin, he felt like he could fall if it wasn't for Blaine standing before him holding him up, his skin warming him through to his flesh and bones, his ever heavy, important presence always there, always needed.

The intensity of it all, the weight and simple unadulterated beauty of the moment forced tears to prick behind Kurt's eyelids, and he tried his hardest to not let them fall, not yet, he needed this moment first, with Blaine, only Blaine, more than he's needed anything before in his life.

He could laugh at the fact that they're standing holding each other, naked in the middle of a bathroom, they could be lying on a bed of roses or on a picnic blanket on a white sandy beach watching the sun set, but this was perfect this was them, and he wouldn't have it any other way. What was important to Kurt was that Blaine hadn't been drinking, he would always be sober, he would always have these unaffected feelings, and he chose to share them now, couldn't wait to share them any longer, no matter time what of day, and that was a declaration all on its own. 

“Kurt I, I want, shit- I need you to know-”

Kurt stood stock still, save for his hands rubbing gently down Blaine's sides, as Blaine brushed his thumbs over Kurt's jaw line and lips, he nodded slowly, looking intently down on Blaine, eyes wide and wet and clear, he tugged his lips into a smile and nodded lightly again, encouraging, imploring.

Blaine's breath caught in his throat, his mouth parting and eyes almost bulging from their sockets, smouldering under the bright lights above, “Yeah? You, you, I um-”

His voice could not get past that hoarse rasp, a pitch above a whisper, he clung to Kurt's neck, afraid to let go. Kurt couldn't help it a half sob/half giggle broke past lips as he nodded again.

“I love you Blaine, yes, I love you too-”

Blaine cried out pathetically but ever so adorably like normal, a cheer of triumph, like everything he'd been holding on to had just spilled out in that one breath and sound, all the gambles, all the things he'd laid down on the line, it all paid off, victoriously so. His lips smashed together with Kurt's, teeth and tongues, messy and frantic, “God I am so in love with you Kurt, so, so much, you'll never know-”

Kurt cuts him off with kisses all over his face, he feels sure his lips have brushed over a damp spot above Blaine's cheek bones, his heart cracks even more than it has in the past few minutes and sniffles trying not to let anymore of his own happy tears fall. He presumes his kissing with his neck, his chest, and back up, those words, those small, short string of words, the way they were carried and delivered, that's all Kurt needed to hear right now, needed to know, everything else would be white noise until the moment passed, if it ever passed, Blaine loved him back, Blaine was in love with him back.

Suddenly they were moving, Kurt backwards and Blaine forwards, pushing and directing his body. Kurt couldn't pull his lips away from Blaine long enough to take in what was happening, but he trusted him with his life and when he felt Blaine shuffle to the side, the clang of glass and metal shifting and the sudden heavy rush of water hitting tiles hard, Kurt knew exactly what was coming next, and his underwear strained excitedly.

They pull at each other boxers, down and off, giggling and almost toppling over in their haste, they scramble into Blaine's over sized walk-in Rain-Fall shower and position themselves perfectly underneath, just off centre, so they wont actually drown whilst celebrating their special moment. The kissing continues, hard and heavy and hands pull at damp skin and wet floppy hair, it's messy and perfect and their cocks bob together, jutting out, and with every rub of friction the sounds from their joint mouths become more muffled and filthy wet.

A few minutes later Blaine backs himself up against the side tiled wall of the shower stall, he pulls at Kurt's hips to bring him closer with him but Kurt leans back into the corner where the water doesn't reach, he dabbles a hand into a small stainless steel basket hanging from the shower pole and Blaine moans through a dirty smile when he realises what Kurt is doing.

Kurt steps back over to him, his hands now thick with a clear creamy substance and plants a messy kiss on his shoulder, Blaine moans again, louder, his cock desperately trying to seek out Kurt's, seek out something and he leans forward, his lips chasing Kurt's wet, smooth skin, anywhere he can attach himself.

Kurt nudges the side of Blaine's hip with his own and Blaine get's the idea, he turns around, planting his hands high, firmly against the tile on either side of his head and spreads his legs wide, Kurt doesn't waste any time. The groan that crawls up Blaine's throat, deep from his chest and past his clenched teeth is just the start of the most gorgeous sounds that Kurt will hear tonight, he rests his forehead and chest against the cool, slippery wall and sticks out his ass and hips, as Kurt finger is relentless, rubbing, pressing, pulling and pushing.

He bends down, kisses each of Blaine's cheeks and nibbles a little at the soft flesh of the mounds, whilst adding a second and not long after a third finger, he scissors inside of Blaine, making sure it's job well done, pointedly ignoring the demands of his own cock as he watches Blaine's hip gyrate against the tile, seeking friction.

“Baby, s-sweetheart, that's enough please, that's enough, need you-” Blaine helplessly tried to pull Kurt's wrist away and bit his lip at the feeling of his withdrawing fingers, Kurt leaned down kissed his shoulder blade and bit down on the muscle, earning another thrust and outcry from Blaine beneath his mouth.

Blaine hears a squelch of some substance being squeezed on to Kurt's palm, he turns his head just enough to the side to see Kurt palming himself, his fingers slick and tightly fisting up and down quickly whilst he moans out a few juicy words under his breath, “God I can't wait to have you like this again Blaine-”

Just last week he and Blaine had very maturely decided to take a trip to the health clinic down town together, they both knew deep down that they hadn't needed to, Blaine can't remember the last time he slept with someone and Kurt got tested after his last failed attempt which was maybe Six to Eight months ago, maybe more. But this was more than being told what they already knew, this was something they were sharing together, being open and honest about, a clean fresh slate, just for them,  to have, to share.

He steps forward and grips onto Blaine's hips, pulling his ass out further, he places a palm firmly to the lower space of Blaine's back, holding him steadily in place and nudges his knee into Blaine's leg, causing him to spread wider. Kurt ruts up once, twice, his cock slick and achingly hard sliding between Blaine's cheeks before his head finds Blaine entrance causing them both to cry out.

Kurt bends his knees slightly and guides his cock with a hand carefully inside, they moan loudly together through the first stretch, the first few drags and pushes until a few minutes later the tension eases and the pull starts to give, the water cascading from the relentless shower above at just the right temperature, streams down their backs into the cracks and crevices, adding a perfect touch to the moisten friction.

Kurt has topped Blaine before, they've had each other many times before and in various ways, to now know each other bodies well enough, like how long the stretch will take, how much each other has left in them judging by the quaking of thighs and tremors in their skin.

Kurt leans his forehead against the juncture in between Blaine's shoulder blades, he kisses the skin there, once, twice, each in time with his thrusts, as his hips start to loosen and Blaine's body relaxes under his hands.

They set their rhythm together, Kurt pushing and Blaine pulling and once in time Kurt places his hands on top of Blaine's on the tile, joining their fingers together, Blaine moans and turns to place a kiss on top of Kurt's hand whilst they rock together.

Before long the pace has gone onto another level and there is nothing but the constant slap of wet skin and bodies, Kurt's hip piston in and out of Blaine whilst grunting his name and looking down to watch what he's doing to him through gritted teeth, whilst Blaine is positively screaming up against the tile.

His flushed cheeks pressed up, his hair plastered to his head and before long he takes himself in his hand, frantically rubbing up and down in time with Kurt's delicious onslaught.

“Jesus, Kurt, fuck yes, I'm coming, I-I'm fucking coming, baby-”

Kurt wants to bat Blaine's hand away and use his own to finish him off, most of the time like Kurt himself he doesn't need a hand, but sometimes there is just that greedy, wanting need for it, but he's powerless, he cannot take his eyes or hands away from Blaine's hips and ass, he's like a man possessed and with a shout he's coming too.

“Mmm Blaine, good god, so damn perfect” Kurt's voice is so low, so broken, and the way Blaine's ass is milking him, pulling the orgasm from his shaft again and again, bare and raw without the stiffly feel of latex, is a feeling that Kurt isn't sure he'll ever get used to.

The shivers and clenching and quaking finally subside and as he starts to soften Kurt pulls out of Blaine with a hiss, he cheekily pats Blaine's ass and bites his lip past a deep moan as he watches the thick white liquid drip down from Blaine's ass, down his thighs and dropping onto the tiled floor, washing away down the plughole with the water, there's something incredibly intimate and possessive about it, something that he put there, in Blaine.

Blaine moans quietly with his head down, still pressed to the tile, Kurt figures he was watching too and leans forward to swipe a finger though the sticky substance that Blaine has left on the wall. Blaine's eyes go wide and he turns around wrapping his arms around Kurt and placing a kiss to his collar-bone, “Don't start, I'm a old man you know, I can only take so much filth-” Kurt giggles and holds his hand out under the spray, letting the water wash away what's left.

They step back under the shower head, letting the water wash away the remnants of their activities, and they kiss, tenderly softly, as the droplets fall around them, onto their skin, wiping the hair back from their faces. Kurt touches Blaine's cheek, his eyes alight, Green-y Blue and sparkling, “I love you old man-”

Blaine grins, his eyes fluttering shut, he doesn't know if he'll ever get used to this, but he's willing to spend forever trying.

“I love you too kid.”