Kurt smiled as he flicked through Blaine's extensive music collection, a glass of red wine beside him and a platter of cheese, fruit and crackers on the coffee table. The room was dimly lit with scented candles from various places and mood lamps creating a relaxing, romantic ambience, he was sitting on the floor resting against the front of the couch, warm and clean, fresh from a hot soak and wearing some plaid lounge pants and a hoodie.

It was finally Friday and after some tedious over time at the office trying to meet deadlines and shipping orders, finalising contracts and invoices and Isabelle seeming to always just be there, relentless, he was happy to join the busy subway crowds and head straight to Blaine's, who had been working the day shift and finished around Six and wasn't needed until later the next day.

He got there to find the apartment quiet and intimately lit and the faint lovely sound of humming filtering in from the bedroom, he entered to find the room empty, Kurt's favourite ‘lounge clothes' folded neatly on the bed next to a large fluffy towel and the en-suite door ajar with the light from inside escaping the small crack.

With a small smirk, already anticipating what he was going to find and starting to peel off of his clothes, he pushed open the door to find Blaine already in the large claw footed tub, filled with the most tempting, fragrant bubbles, a wide salacious grin on his face and a finger curling in and out towards him, beckoning him to join, his warm darkening eyes said the exact same.

The plan for the evening was to do nothing but relax, too tired to even watch TV, but as they tumbled out of the bathroom after the water grew cool and their skin wrinkled, Blaine's cell rang and vibrated from the night stand, he proceeded to ignore it and busied himself wrapping Kurt up in a towel and sucking water droplets from his neck, but when the phone rang again he gave up with a groan and wandered over to see the screen, Kurt grinned and threw a pair of boxer shorts at Blaine who after realising it was Wes rolled his eyes fondly and left the room.

So now for the past Ten minutes Blaine had been wandering to and from the living area, in a pair of boxers, scratching at his stomach lazily, his curls naturally drying gorgeously, highlighted in the candle light and happily chatting into the phone. Kurt relaxed to the sound of his voice, his laugh fading in and out of each room, coming closer then retreating again, sometimes he would fully enter the room, look at Kurt endearingly, like he was simply making sure he was still there and ok, sometimes he'd come over, bend down and place a soft lingering kiss to Kurt's head in between words which made Kurt close his eyes and grin, his stomach swooping delightfully, then he'd head back out of the room again, he'd sometimes sit then a second later jump up excitingly at something Wes had said on the other end of the line, Blaine paced when on the phone, couldn't stay still, another wonderful Blaine-ism that Kurt kept close to his heart.

Eventually he heard a string of endless goodbyes, hoots and the odd cuss word followed by a deep chuckle and a quiet ‘Bye, love ya buddy, yeah I'll tell him.'

A minute later Blaine entered the room dressed in a black fleecy robe, jumped over the back of the couch and tumbled to the floor next to Kurt, almost in his lap with a cheesy grin, Kurt giggled at his ridiculous act of pretending to fall and nudged into his shoulder, “don't hurt yourself old man,” Blaine winked, leaning over for a messy kiss on his cheek and grabbing a handful of grapes from the plate.

“Ooh good choice,” he pointed to the sound system when Kurt put the remote down after making his choice, and wiggling his fingers pretending to play an invisible piano.  

Kurt silently mentally berated himself for his choice of words, it had been a little over a week since his phone call with his dad, and the words from their conversation still swam around fresh in his mind, prickling his skin. Blaine knew about the phone call, that same night when he trudged upstairs from the bar, tired and smelling of liquor after a crate had smashed in the cellar, he entered his bedroom to find Kurt lying back on the pillows with an open book in his hands, cute reading glasses perched on his nose and the nightlight flickering beside him, lighting up his face and small nervous smile.

Kurt proudly told him that he'd told his dad about them, their relationship, the age thing, how happy they were together and that he was genuinely and generally happy in return, for them both, and that was the most he could tell him in that moment. Blaine looked elated and relieved, his tired eyes crinkling, teeth showing as he crawled towards him on the bed, flattening himself, spread-eagled between Kurt's parted, bended knees. Kurt ruffled his head, bent forward to drop a kiss there then forced him to roll over, unbuttoning his shirt and inhaling the faint intoxicating whiff of leftover alcohol. 

He and Blaine had discussed a time in the near future when his Dad and Carole would visit and they all could go out to dinner together, Kurt would give them a private tour of The Stage and then maybe they could sit at the bar and watch Blaine get to work, a Cosmo for Carole cause she liked to think she was in Sex and The City when ever she visited and a simple beer for his dad from Blaine's old, special stash down in the cellar. For now that was all that had been discussed and arranged, that was enough, simple, easy, one step at a time.

“So,” Blaine started after swallowing a few grapes, Kurt loved the way he would bite into them sometimes if he thought they were too big to eat whole, sometimes peeling the skin, yes Blaine peeled grapes, “I'm starting to run out of excuses as to why the guys can't use the bar for the next meet up, I'm afraid it's time for you to meet The Original Warblers, Wes said he can't wait to meet a real life Warbler-Warbler couple,” Blaine rolled his eyes and grinned like they were some kind of group of Rock stars and accentuating his tone a little, Kurt giggled and nodded.

“Well it's only fair I suppose, I mean I think between Rachel and Elliott you've heard the very best of my embarrassing tales from the past, it's time the tables were turned-” He picked a grape out of Blaine's hand and popped it into his mouth with a smirk, leaving Blaine with a feign look of shock followed by a grin.

“Guess you're right honey,” he rubbed his hands together after finishing his handful, spread his legs a little and patted the open space on the floor, Kurt shuffled over, lifting himself over Blaine's leg and into the small gap, lowering himself down a bit and leaning back, resting his head against Blaine's fleece covered chest. Blaine tilted his chin upwards with a finger and leaned down, placing a soft kiss to his mouth, “Spidey Kiss-” he whispered against Kurt's parted lips, causing them to giggle and proceed kissing through smiles and soft nibbles.

A niggling thought, suddenly entered Kurt's forever-worrying mind, he liked to get things off of his chest, he felt better about it, and more so with Blaine, his eyes and voice and steady quiet breaths were like a soothing balm to Kurt, calming him, taking his concerns away and swapping them with answers and kisses and cuddles, promises and just him.

“Hey um speaking of your friends and stuff, I know it must be hard for you that they're not always around now, I know you said a couple of them still live nearby but, I guess I just, I don't want you to think that I'm too busy for you, that I'm leaving you alone a lot, I know that recently I've been working more and-”

“Hey hey hey, babe-woah baby-” Blaine half giggled through his rush of words, his eyes warm and amused, he leaned to the side and pulled Kurt around so that they were face to face, he braced his hands on either side of Kurt's face. “Why would you think that? What would ever make you think that? I don't think for one second you think yourself too busy,” Blaine had technically asked Kurt two questions but he wasn't expecting any answers, he was too busy trying to justify himself for some strange reason, “You are busy Kurt, you always have been, but then again my working patterns aren't always that sociable either, I always cherish what time we have together, I don't ever begrudge the time we don't have.”

Kurt smiled shaking his head slightly at the wonder that is Blaine, his Blaine, who smiled with him, brushing his fingers gently over his face, but he wasn't finished, “Kurt, this may come as a shock to you, but I am older than you,” Kurt faked a shock expression, his hand flying to his mouth, eyes wide, Blaine giggled and copied him, “I know right?” His grin was infectious, “but listen, I've been there, done that, I've been your age and experienced all that I had to back then, it's your turn now and I don't ever want to stand in the way of that, not ever, like I said I will cherish you and your free time and honour what we have together when we can.”

Kurt turned fully, kneeling right in front of him, his knees brushing his groin which was covered-barely with the fleece, he wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, “How are you even real Blaine Anderson? How are you mine?”

Blaine smiled and tilted his head up, closer, smiling against Kurt's jaw, “Ditto, honey, ditto,” He kissed and licked at his skin a little, staying close and breathing into that delicious sensitive spot, “I want to support you Kurt, encourage you, always, and in each way I can, and never ever hold you back, and I NEVER want you to worry about me, not in that way, ok, we clear?”

Kurt smiled, wide, bright and toothy and nodded, he was almost breathless, “Yes, sir”

“Good, now can we resume relaxing and not worrying about anything?” Blaine played with the zip on Kurt's hoodie teasingly so, Kurt unwound his arms from around his neck and rocked back on his heels slightly, biting his lip.

“Almost,” Blaine's smile dropped a little, he looked worried almost, “I mean yes honey, yes of course we can, we are, we're good, we're relaxed and I promise no more silly worries without discussing them first, b-but can I say something?”

“Sure sweetheart,” Blaine smiled, settled back against the sofa, stretching his legs out under the coffee table and Kurt got into a more comfortable position facing him, he took a drink from his wine glass and Blaine nibbled on a slice of cheese with cranberry pieces.

“As much as I appreciate and absolutely love everything that you've just said, and you, of course, I want to be there for you too, to help and support you too-”

“You are, you have, more than I can ever explain-”

“But what about your music?”  The cracker that was on it's way in to Blaine's mouth stopped, hand suspended in mid-air, and Kurt panicked momentarily, he didn't want to push the boundaries in anyway, but he knew that he could now if he wanted to, if he needed to, and he most certainly needed to show Blaine how much he would support him in achieving his dreams, his real dreams, how much it meant to him.

“What about it?”

“Come on Blaine, you know what, aren't you going to try and-”

“I have the bar now Kurt-”

“You can do both-”

“So can you-” That stopped him in his tracks, the conversation was not anywhere close to heated, Kurt doubted they would ever get to that stage, not yet, he wasn't naïve he knew that at some point down the line, things would be said that wouldn't be meant, words be used in built up moments of frustration and taken in the wrong context, but they would always get back to themselves, find comfort in each other above everything, Kurt was sure of it.

But now they were testing each other, this was a first, this was interesting, because it was strung from a place purely built of love and adoration, and Kurt was intrigued, he didn't expect this to be flipped round on him.

“What, what do you me-”

“You can do both too, you can work and perform, or quit fashion all together, god knows you're young and talented enough-”

“So are you honey-”

“I'm not young sweetheart,” His grin was a little tight, small in his bright beautiful face, his eyes rounded but not wide.

“Bullshit, you're only as old as you feel right?” Blaine grinned and tugged at his hand, Kurt was relieved to have him seeking him out and he allowed himself to be pulled closer to him, their legs tangling. Blaine's grin grew cheeky and Kurt anticipated something silly.

“You make me feel so young…” Blaine's singing voice was low and quiet, a deep rumble in his chest, playful and teasing and most of all beautiful and Kurt shivered, he wished Blaine would sing more, wish he would sing for him, to him, he wished he could encourage it but feared this conversation was nearing it's end, he smiled and batted at Blaine's hands when he tried to tickle and prod at Kurt's sides.

“Smartass,” he smirked and then Blaine had pulled him back again, successfully holding him in his lap, all arms and legs and chests pressed up close, he nuzzled at his jaw with his nose, kissed the underside gently, lightly, reverently.

“Thank you Kurt, thank you for caring for me and considering me in that way, but you don't have to-”

“I want to, and you need to know that I don't think I'm going to give up, not on this, not on you, you have a wonderful talent Blaine, please don't let it go to waste, I won't let it.” Blaine's eyes flashed, grew wide and clear and something passed over his face, fleeting, some raw emotion, something that had been locked deep away and found a way to surface again.

“And that is one of the many, many things I love about you Kurt,” His voice was hoarse, rough and deep, his statement was true though, his words backing up the deep routed feelings from deep within him.

Kurt's maturity and somewhat stubborn but rational outlook was one of the first things that drew Blaine to Kurt, even in the bar and behind their flirty messages and glances, when they didn't even know each other, Blaine knew there was something about him, something appealing and admirable, something he had never seen in anyone close to his own age, let alone a boyfriend, someone to share his life with, a partner.

Back when Blaine had told him in a text message, how fresh faced he was but mature still, Blaine didn't mean anything other than he was wise beyond his years and he found that particular quality, found him, wholly captivating, unique and sexy as hell.

When Blaine had ridiculously tried to tell Kurt that he was in-love with him, but he fumbled and stumbled over his self and his words, and Kurt, his young and pure and wonderful Kurt finished the job for him. These were all things that Blaine would forever be thankful that he had Kurt and his determination, somewhere to put his love, he had Kurt to love and to be loved back, he was finally loved back.    

He cleared his throat, “It's um, it's important to think about yourself too-”

“Ok so let's agree, that we are both wanting to help and better each other in a ‘god knows how' way, and that for now, tonight we will drop it, but this conversation is open for further discussion, yes?” Kurt's face was steeled, jaw set, but eyes bright and glimmering with determination and mischief, his lips quirking into a smirk as he fisted his hands into the fleecy collar of Blaine's robe.

Blaine was not going to get a better option than that tonight and he knew it, he nodded and stuck a hand out straight, nodding down to it with a sarcastic teasing expression.

Kurt took his hand and they shook cheekily, but then Blaine jerked his hand back pulling Kurt firmly against him with an ‘umph', lips smashing together, heated and tongues exploring, after a while they calmed and slowed their pace.

Kurt slumped against Blaine's chest, catching his breath as Blaine's hands rested on the small of his back, dipping underneath his hoodie and thumbs burying beneath the waistline of his pants.

He kissed his head and smiled against the soft brown waves, so much had been shared between them recently, so much had made them stronger, made them love and want each other more and Blaine was worried that his heart and head were starting to get ideas, they were starting to shape a future with this beautiful man in his arms, they were starting to outline and sketch possibilities, and that was just to soon, or maybe, just maybe, it wasn't, no time limit right?

He whispered into his hair, breathing him in, afraid to speak too loudly for fear of what he might admit.

“And now relax?”

“Oh no, now you carry me to your bed, and then we'll see what happens afterwards.”

*

“So, how was Isabelle today by the way? Still pressuring you a little-” Kurt closed his eyes and groaned, a head ache threatening to dance its way over his temples at the thought, even in his pleasant sated state.

It was well after midnight and he and Blaine had been curled up in bed together for Twenty minutes or so, quietly seeking comfort, in each others bodies and in the nice silence in the dark room. After Blaine had complied and carried Kurt happily to his room, kissing him in every stretch of available skin the entire way and made sure both needs were met, they tumbled back out into the living room Forty-Five minutes later and carried on the night they had originally planned to have together.

They tested each other on lyrics to the songs that flowed in the background, fed each other cubes of cheese and chunks of fruit, Blaine topped up Kurt's wine glass and mixed himself a drink using juice from the leftover fruit. When the candles started to flicker and blow out and the steady flow of guitars and strings sounded quietly from the speakers, they danced in each other arms on the soft rug, illuminated by the glowing stones from the fireplace, wrapped around each other, leaving kisses on jaws and cheeks, blissful, private and perfect.

They ended up back in bed, all heavy limbed and droopy eyes, warm and close but sleep was far from their minds, for the time being, even after Kurt's couple of deep red Merlot's, making his head a little hazy, there was too much running around up in their heads.      

Kurt loved Isabelle, loved her, they had a great professional working relationship as well as a personal one which was rare, it was usually one or the other or neither, but he had gotten the impression recently that she was trying to push him up the ladder, hinting at promotions and exciting new opportunities.

Which was obviously totally fantastic if that's what he wanted to do, but he didn't, he was happy in this role, in this career, sort-of, for now, but furthering it, pushing himself into something else he would grow to resent and become bored of, that was something he wasn't willing to do, no matter of the opportunities it would present, they weren't the right ones for him.

And Blaine was the only person he felt like he could confide in about this, no matter how much everyone else thought they knew or could help, Blaine wouldn't judge, Blaine wouldn't try to twist his arm in anyway, and with that being said the weight of the evening's earlier conversation bore down on him, Blaine had shown interest in helping Kurt out of his rut, Blaine knew how, and in return Kurt knew how to reciprocate, if only they would stop being so stubborn in their own ways.

Kurt turned in Blaine's arms, curling his head under his chin, his nose tickling against his chest hairs, he kissed his sternum, “Mmm, yeah, I don't even think she knows what she's doing though, I mean Elliott had said that she and himself were aware of how I was feeling about the place, and even though Elliott hasn't really said anything else about it I find it strange that Isabelle is really pushing to promote me-”

Blaine hummed into his hair, kissed the top of his head a few times, quick small pecks, “But you did say that you were starting to feel better there, tolerating it more-”

Kurt smiled into his skin and thought that maybe Blaine could feel it with the way he inhaled quickly and shivered ever so slightly, “I'd say honey that, that was very specifically down to one thing, one person, taking my mind off it, reminding me that there is indeed more to life than just work and early nights-”

Blaine smiled into his hair, squeezed his arms a little tighter around Kurt's body, “Hmm they sound great, I'd love to meet that person-”

Kurt giggled and Blaine lost himself to the sweet high pitched notes, he formed a melody in his head using the sounds, it was infectious and he couldn't stop himself from grinning, he rolled over on to his back, bringing Kurt with him, spread out on his chest. Blaine always loved having Kurt close, but being underneath him like this, pinned to the mattress by his lean, light body, keeping him there reminding him that he was indeed always there, never too far, this was always one of his favourite places to be. He liked to curl his arms around his back, brush his hands over his hips, his thighs, trace the muscles in his upper arms and back, his hands always seemed to fit so perfectly around the smooth trim of his waist.

Kurt looked down at him intently, biting his lip, “Don't get me wrong honey, you know that I love my job, I would never turn my back on it completely, starting something completely new and out of the blue would be so daunting and scary-”

“You could do it, I know you can-”

Kurt kissed the tip of Blaine's nose, “You're right, but that's not necessarily what I want, I guess I haven't really worked out what it is yet that I do want from all of this pondering and-”

“And searching for more?” Kurt smiled, Blaine looked so calm beneath him, watching him intently, listening so carefully.

“That's the thing though, you are my more, you are what I didn't know I was looking for, I'd given up and then, bam, there you were, the work thing now is just a technicality for me to work on-” Blaine leaned up on his elbows and kissed Kurt softly and quietly, smiling at the corners of his full round lips, eyes shining, though hard to make out in the dark of the night/early morning.

“Ok so a hobby then maybe? A night class, a weekend club, something else for you to focus on-” Kurt laughed and pushed Blaine back down to the pillows, kissing him hard.

“You are too sweet you know that?” Blaine smiled into the onslaught of kisses he was receiving. The thing is he already knew in his mind of what he was thinking, had an idea, he had been planning it for months, for himself, before he met Kurt, but now Kurt was here and the plan had become oh so more important, it had meaning and depth now, if Blaine could just keep quiet a little while longer and let things pan out in his head.

Kurt's kisses started to deepen and move, trailing his cheeks and jaw, neck and chest and lower, Blaine's eyes fluttered closed, it was late and they were already strung out, but this was simple, not needy or heated, just a simple worshipping of kisses and fingers before sleep slowly started to run its course.

*

That was also how they woke up, sort of, and pleasantly later than the early morning sun rise. Kurt cracked his eye lids open and peeled his face away from Blaine's warm moist skin, the spring weather was warming now, readying for summer and Kurt was contemplating bringing his fan over from his and Rachel's apartment, for mornings like these, waking up together hot and sticky and close, their bodies wakening asking for more.

He lazily slid his way down Blaine's body, still sleeping, relaxed and pliant, licked at the soft edges of his stomach, nibbled at his hip bone, paid a generous amount of time to that gorgeous little tattoo down on his groin and even though he was still sleeping, his cock gave a flicker of life, recognition of what was happening, and Kurt moved his attention over.

That was how, Twenty Minutes later he found himself back in his original starting place, straddling Blaine's hips, leaning back onto his bended knees whilst Blaine grasped him firmly by the hips, lifting him up and down. The lube bottle rolling in and out of the dip the mattress made with each movement where it had been thrown frantically, excitedly.

Blaine groaned, low and deep, almost growling, his eyes hooded, occasionally closing and the corners still crusted slightly with sleep, Kurt but his lip every time he looked down at the sight and heard the delicious moans escaping his lips, this was the epitome of gorgeousness, sexy and raw, almost rough.

The pace started off slow, Blaine lifting his hips softly to meet with Kurt's grinding, his eyes rolling back when ever Kurt's fingers would play in his curls and pull and twist, or scrape down his chest and stomach, or naughtily shift forward, leaning down the best that he could and capturing Blaine's nipple between his teeth. Blaine's hands and fingers would cling on tighter, dig in deeper, holding him, moving him up and down, his to take and to have.

He's said it before and he'll say it again, this would always be Blaine's favourite position, no matter if it was waking up, going to sleep, play fighting or even nothing sexual at all, just lying there, holding each other, talking and smiling, being able to look up at Kurt in his bed and have his arms around him and his body held down by him would always be his favourite.

As the delicious curl started to make it's way slowly through Blaine's belly, tingling his skin, causing a light sweat to break out over his forehead and neck and chest, he pumped up higher and deeper, Kurt's thighs worked harder, teaming up with Blaine's hands, his hips positively dropping up and down on top of Blaine's. The soft filthy sounds of skin and bones and moans and cries echoing around the soft morning-lit room, spurred on the movements and Blaine's eyes found them selves locking onto Kurt's hard flush cock, bobbing up and down, standing out long and proud with each thrust.

“B-Blaine honey, I-I'm clo -oh mygod- I'm close,” He wrapped a hand around himself and started stroking with each tilt of his and Blaine's hips, the morning was ticking away and Blaine had to be at work and although he could happily do this all day, he needed to come, needed to.

Plus the poor man had barely just woken up and keeping him going, teasing his still sleepy body would be deliciously cruel, even if it was sinfully tempting to do so.

His hand was dry and rough around his own cock but sometimes he preferred that, a bit extra friction in the morning to keep him going for the day, he wrapped his fingers tighter, and sped up, base to tip, there was no time to give his balls any attention, he was already well on his way anyway.

Blaine grunted, his fingers itching to replace Kurt's but knew they needed to stay there, keeping up the relentless pulling and pushing, “Ah Jesus, fucking hell baby, yes,” His words were more of a string of low moans, bare enunciating properly it was one of the hottest things Kurt had ever heard Blaine utter, and there was a long list. It felt like they would never get used to this feeling, like it was always the first time, they just felt too damned good in and around and on each other, it would never get old or boring, “God, fuck me Kurt, yes, c-come, come for me-”

And he did, throwing his head back and crying out loudly, bracing his hands on Blaine's chest, his name rolling off of his tongue beautifully, hips rolling up and down and back and forth on time with every high pitched wail of ‘fuck' or ‘yes' or ‘I'm coming'. He shot out thick, white warm ropes over his hand and Blaine's stomach, earning a groan and a choked off sob from him. 

That was all it took for Blaine to find his own release, thrusting faster and deeper with the drags and delicious tingles Kurt's ass was supplying around his cock, “Ba-by fucking god, yes, y-your killing me, I'm com-fuck-”

Kurt smiled, Blaine looked so beautiful like this beneath him, broken and sleep rough, lips deep red and parted, he started to slow down, fingers splayed out wide on his chest and dropped his head to rest between each breast plate, the shocks and tremors still carried on as Blaine finished filling Kurt and his knees dropped with a quiver and a dull thud to the mattress, he hummed low in his throat, eyes squeezed shut and rubbed his hands up down Kurt's back.

They stayed like that for a few a moments, silent, catching their breaths as they started to soften and Kurt carefully lifted himself up and off of Blaine's sensitive cock, but placed his hips gently back down, they were disgusting and sweaty, both stomachs pasted with Kurt's come and he could feel Blaine's dribble out of him and trickle down his thighs, dropping on to Blaine's owns legs, but they just couldn't bring themselves to care.

“Good morning,” Kurt eventually whispered into Blaine's chest and smiled at the deep rumbling chuckle which vibrated through his skin, he got in response.

“Good morning to you too baby, mmm what a great way to start it.” And Blaine's fingers itched once more, but this time for something different, this time they wanted to dig in to the night stand drawer, root deep beneath his Contact lenses container and find the small silver key that he'd had cut a few days ago, he wanted to pull it out and explain that, that special little meaningful key could help ensure that most mornings were started that way, evenings ended in a similar fashion, each day, no matter time of the time could be like that knowing this would be Kurt's bed too, Kurt's bedroom, Kurt's home, with him, always.

Soon, he thought, soon.