How far would that have went? If the delivery guy hadn't have shown up with perfect-fucking-timing and interrupted whatever that was with his incessant buzzing…

Kurt pondered the thought over and over again in his head, while he ate quietly, in the background the Billboard Top 100 A Cappella Favourites sound track played into the room softly, with his legs folded up in front of him on the couch and his carton of Chicken Chow Mein Noodles tucked safely between his legs.

“Oh I love this song-” He snapped out of his reverie and looked down to the floor, in front of his crossed-legs where he could see a mop of gorgeous dark and grey curls, Blaine was sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table, his legs spread out underneath and an array of other take-out cartons scattered all over the table top.

“We did this one with The Warblers, at one of our Sectionals, I think it was-” Kurt could just make out what he was saying between mouthfuls of food and grinned at how relaxed and normal this all was, worries of what may or may not have happened before the food arrived seemed to dissipate as he un-crossed his legs and as elegantly as he could rolled off of the chair and down on the floor beside Blaine.

Blaine smirked at him as neatly as he could with a mouthful of rice and nudged his shoulder gently with his own, he moved his leg a little to the side and dropped his knee to rest on top of Kurt's, a simple move, a gesture that wasn't too much or too obvious but one said that said ‘I want you close'.

“Why do you insist on sitting on the floor anyway?” Kurt waved his folk around a little, “It's not great for posture, if Rachel was here she would have-”

“I don't know, I just like it, it's easier-” Blaine smiled at Kurt's confused expression, “So tell me about this place, it's real nice.” He looked around the room and accentuated his point with a small nod of his head before digging back into his food, Kurt settled back against the edge of the couch and crossed his ankles over legs, spread out in front of him.

“When I moved to New York after Rachel, she was living in the NYADA Dorms and hated it, so we looked for somewhere we could both afford, which turned out to be a Loft in Bushwick-” He scoffed a little and moved forward to grab his water glass from the table, Blaine watched and pushed the glass further towards him with a finger.

“Thank you-”

“You're Welcome, so Bushwick to this huh?” Kurt nodded whilst swallowing his water and placed the glass back down.

“Yeah but we loved it, we made it our own, we made it home, so we stayed there a couple of years or so, some of our old friends from school joined us at one point, we had lodgers all over, coming and going when they pleased-” He giggled and looked up as if remembering a fond memory, “Then we graduated, and you know the rest but we lost the rent on the place, the owner was selling it to buy and we weren't in a position to buy, plus we weren't an actual couple, I mean if one of us met somebody and wanted to live with them down the line then the other would have been left with a Mortgage on their own-” He cut himself with a half snort/half laugh knowing that Blaine didn't really need all of that information.

“It makes sense,” Blaine was nodding along, his eyes warm and with a fond smile.

“Yeah so anyway, we were both making better money and Rachel had just been cast in an off-Broadway show as part of the Assemble, one of the dancers had been offered a Two-Year Touring Contract with another company and was looking for someone reliable to privately rent her place-”

“And here you are-”

“And here we are-” They shared a smile and quietly and comfortably got back to eating, Kurt waited for Blaine to share his own tales of living in the city, but nothing came, just a pleasant silence and the music flowing in the background.

Since they'd got there Kurt had waited for himself to remember what was happening, for the penny to drop and his stomach to swoop at the thought that he'd invited a guy back to his place, a guy that he actually really liked, and said guy had accepted his offer, but it never happened, with every minute passed he felt his confidence in himself and the situation they were in rising a little, he just enjoyed Blaine's company no matter what it would lead to or didn't lead to.

“Oh we actually won one of our National's with this song-” Blaine's face lit up and his feet under the table tapped on the floorboards in time to the beat, Kurt could swear that Blaine was trying to perform some old steps that he'd learnt with his old Show choir, he was fascinated with this man in so many ways.

Kurt was going to have to try and pull some more out of Blaine, he wanted to know, wanted to learn more and understand why somebody clearly so fond of music ended up behind a bar.

*

They finished up eating, and danced around each other awkwardly but blissfully so in the kitchen, separating the trash from the Recycling and washing up the cutlery they'd used- Blaine couldn't handle the chopsticks-, Kurt put his leftovers in the refrigerator for Rachel and then leaned back against the counter and watched as Blaine dried his and Kurt's water glass with complete precision, rubbing the cloth along the rim of the glass between his finger tips firmly but gently.  

He tilted his head to the side sutbly, and zoomed in on Blaine's muscles in his arms, the way they flexed with each movement, it all made sense now that Blaine was a boxer, and although he would never ever want to see him hurt, Kurt had to admit that watching the guy fight-defend himself-, beating the bullies and the assholes, would probably be one of the hottest things he'd ever see. Blaine with the tight pants and adorable suspenders and apparently wore a Bowtie one time, Blaine who wears product to tame his curls-even if he thinks Kurt doesn't know-, the same Blaine is actually a hard-ass, and the fucker used to sing and perform, ok Kurt really needed to calm his thoughts.

“So how'd you end up in this job then? Drying glasses and stuff,” Kurt nodded to the glass when Blaine looked up, realising Kurt had been watching him, “You said you majored in Business Management, so you obviously knew you wanted to be a Manager of some kind some day but what about the music part?”

Blaine slowly, silently finished his job, and stacked the glasses back up on the shelf along with the others, he turned to Kurt and leaned bag against the opposite counter, he threw the cloth up and over his shoulder and crossed his arms over his broad chest, an action Kurt assumed was automatic and couldn't help but smirk a little at, but his smile faltered a little when he realised Blaine was clearly working himself to reply with his down a little and pretending to kick at a scuff on the tiles with his shoe, he took a deep breath and looked up.

“I um, Music, singing, but mostly composing was something that I always loved, I pursued it the best I could, not really knowing exactly what I wanted to do but definitely something along those lines, I originally majored in it but when my dad found out he made me switch-”

Ah, a Dad story.. And the prickles along Kurt's skin at the way Blaine's jaw was firmly set told him it wasn't an entirely pleasant one. Kurt pushed himself up off the counter and silently stepped forwards towards Blaine who had paused and was watching curiously. Kurt gently curled his fingers around Blaine's forearm and pulled softly, making him stumble forward from his leaning position and correct himself on his feet before following Kurt back over to the Couch.

They settled close together, a pleasant tangle of limbs but not awkwardly so and Blaine resting an arm along the top of the couch, his hand just resting by Kurt's head, they were pulled back enough to be able to see each other clearly, their reactions and passing facial expressions, Blaine continued without needing prompted, and something curled tightly in Kurt's chest that he was choosing to talk to him, that he trusted him with this, whatever it was.

“My dad was a business man, he'd owned and ran bars and clubs, restaurants, his whole adult life, his father did-my grandfather- and his before that and it was just a following in their footsteps tradition, keeping the family business alive so-to speak. When my older brother rebelled against it and sneakily applied to UCLA and got in, my dad just kind forgot all about him, let him do his own thing, Cooper was always in a world of his own anyway, so he went to LA and studied acting and god knows what else, and my dad just turned all of his focus on to me-”

Kurt nodded along, this story wasn't as bad as he thought it might have been. He connected Cooper, to the nephew Blaine had spoken of earlier and wondered what the relationship was like between the three of them now.

“On weekends no matter how young I was, I would be there at one his bars, drying glasses, stacking shelves, counting the inventory in the back, but I was gay, am gay,-” He looked to Kurt with a slight tilt of his lips, Kurt had a pretty good idea what he was going to say next, as awful and ridiculous as it was, it was still a pretty common issue for families, more so of the older generation, but with the way Blaine looked at him, the way his voice softened rather than lowered told Kurt that Blaine was past whatever issues there were/are between he and his dad.

“My dad accepted it, he had to, he paid for my Dalton tuition to get me away from bullies at my old school, he cared, but he wasn't happy about it, he bought me my first car when I was 16, a beat up thing that just needed some TLC and every weekend we'd be out on the driveway fixing it up, I loved it, I really thought we were getting somewhere in our relationship until I realised he just thought getting my hands dirty might make me straight-”

Kurt winced and gasped softly but Blaine just shrugged with that smirk again, he rubbed his hand that wasn't over the back of the couch over Kurt's hand, a reassuring gesture.

“So I decided when I graduated I would move to New York, I didn't really want to follow in Cooper's footsteps exactly although I think he would loved to have had me there, but like I said some of my friends were going to NYU too so I just fell in love with the idea of being there, out of the way, starting a fresh, doing my own thing, little did I know my family ran a business in New York also-” Blaine widened his eyes a little as if making his point clear of what he was getting at,

Kurt sat up a little straighter as the cogs in his head started to turn, his eyebrows shooting up over his wide blue eyes, “The Stage?”

“Is my families yes, well the building is-” He nodded slowly, a look on his face as if  he was embarrassed for some reason, ashamed and not impressed or proud like Kurt thought he should be.

“Wha-how? Is it, what about the old Theatre-” Blaine laughed and took pity on Kurt's mumbling, he didn't tell many people this, in fact Kurt was the only person outside of family and people who worked at The Stage who knew, he just didn't want the attention that would stem from it, he knew he could trust Kurt, no matter what happened with them he knew Kurt wouldn't go round telling people, though it wasn't a secret, just something he chose not to share with just anyone, but Kurt was not just anyone, and after only a day Blaine knew that.

“The Theatre was my grandfathers, something I didn't know up until a few years ago, when he passed-”

“Oh Blaine I'm sorry-” Kurt's hand flew to Blaine's arm and rubbed gently.

“Oh thank you, but it's ok, I'm ok, I never really knew him to be honest, he was never around, obviously now I know why, he was here, but he never cared or paid interest, to me or Cooper, never called so that's just the way it was, no love-loss I guess” He kindly moved Kurt's hand down from his arm and cupped it within his own, holding it close over their crossed legs, he didn't deserve Kurt's comfort for this, especially his Grandfather, Kurt had suffered a lot worse in the way of grief.

“So basically, I was in New York, studying Music, I started playing at a few local bars-”

“Playing?”

“The Piano, and occasionally the guitar but the keys are my real love, were my real love-”, Something swelled deep in Kurt's chest, he ached to see Blaine sitting at a Piano, he wondered if he still played, he worried that the answer would most likely be No given the nature of the story.

“I spent some time in Italy, like I'd said, I played over there, thought about actually staying there to be honest, I loved performing on the streets and in my great Aunt's bar, I would spend the hottest days lying on the grass below the Leaning Tower of Pisa and just writing, writing notes and composing, scribbling pages among pages of music notation-”

“But?” Blaine smiled, he liked how Kurt was quickly and easily catching on, Kurt was making this easier for him, he understood the hidden uneasiness and wasn't expecting some longwinded sob story with every single detail, he just cared about Blaine ultimately and that showed in the lines of his frown when his brow would dip or heighten and the way his perfect pink, pouted lips would hang slightly open or snap shut.

“But my dad practically dragged me back down to Earth or New York with a bump, I was surprised that he let me stay there at all actually and not physically bring me back to Westerville, but I now know why, he'd always planned for me to run one of his empires here, I just didn't know it, and by running away from him and choosing to go to New York I had inadvertently helped him with his plan-”

“Ok so, let me take a wild a guess, tell me if I'm wrong, your dad made you switch your major to Business, The Theatre shut down, you learned it belonged to your familiy, and he made you open it back up and run it?” Blaine smiled fondly, he couldn't control the small laugh that escaped his lips, he brushed a hand through his hair, the way that made Kurt's eyes light up and bite his lip unknowingly.

“Kind of, technically yes, but there's a missing part in the middle, but your catching on kid-” He winked at Kurt and playfully poked his ribcage before his stomach almost fell to his feet and his eyes widened dramatically, the colour swirling into a deep caramel.

“I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply- I didn't-” Kurt laughed whole heartedly, he couldn't help it, limitations and expectations be damned, Blaine was just too adorable, he swept forward and messily placed a fleeting kiss on his cheek, just above his scar, the tickle of his stubble sent a pleasant thrum threw Kurt's veins and when he pulled back and peeked into Blaine's eyes he was surprised to find them closed, his lips parted, loose and soft and Kurt used all of his will-power not to ravage him there and then.

“It's ok old man-” His voice was breathy and with his added wink when Blaine re-opened his eyes he moved back to his sitting position, “please continue.”

“Um, uh, I uh, my dad, yeah so my dad inherited the building when his dad passed, but as you know nobody touched it for years, and I didn't really ask about it, didn't really care, at this point I had my Business degree and kind of just helped out with whatever my dad wanted me to do, sometimes here but mostly travelling to wherever he needed me, business meetings that sort of thing, over-seeing New Bar openings, a no questions asked sort of deal, it was easier to just do as he asked-”

“What about your Music?”

“It kind of just slipped to the background-”

“But Blaine, forgive me if I'm crossing the line here, but you're a grown man, why didn't you just say No like Cooper  do what YOU wanted to do, and what did anything have to do with you being Gay like you mentioned before?” Blaine steeled himself, Kurt hadn't crossed the line, he wasn't being offensive, he was asking all the right questions, the expected questions, and Blaine had been waiting to get this off of his chest to somebody for so long.        

“Because my Dad was actually trusting me with something, he was relying on me, he needed me because he didn't have Coop, he didn't like my sexual orientation but he was finally liking me, and I felt like I had to please him, I wanted him to look past my being Gay and just see me for me, and know that I was capable,” He swiped a hand through his hair, “I know that sounds like such a-”

“No,” Kurt's voice, his authoritative tone sliced through him and his fingers pressed firmly onto his shoulder, a stabling reassuring touch to touch move, “It sounds like you're human, you were a boy who wanted your dad to love you no matter how old and I get that, you're a stronger person for admitting that than hiding away from it Blaine.” Kurt's fingers rubbed gently at his shoulder and he smiled a little, nodding his head at him.

Blaine had definitely chosen the right person to confide in, years of tension and guilt and possible self-shame started to lift out of no-where and Blaine just wanted to get the rest of the story over with, he knew how he wanted to end things with Kurt tonight on their Fourth Date (technically) and talking about his Dad was not one of them.

“So um, I found out about a year ago that my Dad had hired contractors to start work on the bar-the um old theatre- but like I said I didn't really know what for or why I just listened in on one of his phone call-meetings that day, so about Six months in, I went down to see what was happening, just curious you know? And although I wouldn't admit this to my dad, like ever, I kinda fell in love with the place, the re-construction work they were doing and the old touches they had kept, the vast space and I loved the parts that the public don't get to see, it hit me on some historic-sentimental level that I'll never understand myself but it was just unbelievable and breath-taking, so I started talking to my dad about it, and when he said that he had plans to make it over and just sell it to anybody, I just couldn't let it happen, that building had/has so much to offer, so much promise, so, so I bought it off him-”

“Y-you what?”

“I bought it, well the building belongs to the family business anyway which has both mine and my fathers names on, and my moms who is actually the business accountant and secretary,” Oh, Kurt thought, he'd never heard him mention his mom, but with the way his eyes lit and face softened he could tell that Blaine had a better relationship with her than his Dad.

“So I technically bought the rights to use the space however which way I wanted to, and created my own business within it-”

“Which is The Stage?”

“Yes sir”

“So you don't just manage and work at a bar, you own it? You own that huge beautiful run down Theatre?” Blaine chuckled lowly and nodded.

“It's really not that great of a deal, but at least it's something that's mine, I call the shots, I don't have him to answer to anymore and I'm still doing what he always wanted for me, kind of a win-win.”

Kurt was nodding along smiling, impressed and shocked to say the least but mostly just proud that Blaine had still stood his ground and not completely wasted his life doing just what his father wanted of him, when something bitter and sour suddenly landed deep in his gut, he tilted his head.

“Blaine, your-your dad? He's, he's not-”

“Oh no, no he's fine, he and my mom are both fine, both retired now actually, which brings me nicely to the end of my second story of the evening,” Kurt hummed and laughed and started to play with the sleeve of Blaine's cardigan where his arm still rested along the back of the couch behind him.

“After I got the bar up and running and my dad was satisfied with what he saw even though it had nothing to do with him anymore, he took a step back, I guess he got too old and too tired for it all, and decided to sell everything he had a hand in apart from the old Theatre building obviously but he pretty much signed everything over to me anyway, and an old local Jazz spot back in Ohio where he and his buddies and my mom spend most of their time, but he has staff to run those things now and the accounts and shit,” He dropped his gaze a little, his brow creased like he was thinking something over, rubbed at his lip, worried between his teeth like maybe he'd shared too much.

Kurt instinctively reached out a hand and cupped Blaine's jaw, tugging his face up so that their eyes could meet again, “Blaine? Now that your fathers kind of out of the way now, why don't you pursue what you want to do, like really want to do, hire staff to look after The Stage like your dad did, it's never too late-”

Blaine looked like he could positively melt into Kurt's touch, he tilted his cheek slightly, pushing more into Kurt's warm hand as his eyes turned almost liquid, like he couldn't believe Kurt was there, real and saying those things, like he'd never heard or had anyone care as much for him.   

 “I'm working on it, it's all still new you know-,” His voice was an almost whisper, he smiled and tapped the tip of Kurt's nose with a finger, a small endearing gesture which meant so much more than meets the eye, “We um, me and my dad, we love each other you know? It's just kind of a from a far sort of thing-” Kurt nodded and a brushed thumb over Blaine's stubbly jaw, scratching a nail faintly over his scar, exciting in the feel of Blaine shivering under his touch, his dark lashes dropping to the high rise of his cheek bones. 

“Well I specifically remember somebody telling me that Love is right no matter what or where it is-”

Blaine's lips suddenly were on his and between them, pressing hard, giving, taking, and made good-as hell-sure that Kurt couldn't finish that sentence.

*

Once back in high school, During Kurt's Sophomore year, Kurt had wondered what Boy's lips taste like, he even asked a girl what she thought, right after he'd kissed her, it was back when he had just recently came out and was still finding his feet, still trying to please other people rather than himself, it was a long, long time ago and Kurt was happy and way beyond proud to be past that part of his life.

During the next few years after that Kurt had got to experience first hand what Boy's lips taste like, he'd got to lick and kiss, nibble, feel and touch many a pair of boy's lips, all different from the last, all kissed him back in differently, all touched him differently. He then went on to confidently explore the stages that occur after the kiss, the feel of a man's arms and chest and back as he was held close, the strength of his hands and legs, and it was during this exploring stage that he discovered the pleasures he could find and pull from his own body, using his own hands and fingers, much, much better and deeper and stronger than his younger curious masturbating self would try to accomplish, and almost all of the guys he'd been with since.

He'd had experience to say the least, and if he could go back in time and tell his Sophomore Year self not to worry too much about lack of experience, then he would, because honestly these days he was never short of offers, offers to taste and touch and for lack of a better word fuck, not that he ever accepted them, not anymore.

But now, now he knew that nothing, nothing and nobody, had ever made him feel this way before, nobody else maybe could ever again, he had never before literally felt his skin flush and burn in the most delicious tingle and in the shortest amount of time as it did now.

And that first kiss, that first press of mouth to mouth, when he was silenced mid sentence, the words stolen from his tongue by the gentle slide of Blaine's soft lips, so tender yet eager and wanting. The way his lips teased at the crease, waiting and asking for entrance, his bottom lip was gently pulled between Blaine's teeth and soon there was nothing left to do but grant him full access, tongues meeting gently and just enough, it was a kiss that rivalled any first kiss he'd ever had ever before. 

Blaine was lying on the couch, spread out, glorified, feet resting on the arm at the bottom and his head on a cushion at the opposite end, his cardigan discarded and in a pile on the floor along with his suspenders, his first Three buttons of his shirt were undone revealing the most gorgeous spatter of dark chest hair and Kurt wondered just how low it would trail, his sleeves were rolled up a little over his elbows and his Tattoo was uncovered just a little more than the last time he spotted it. Kurt wanted to trail his tongue over the dark pattern and ask about it, he wanted to push the sleeve up higher and find out how far up his naked torso it would travel, hell he wanted to rip Blaine's shirt right off and look for more, but he couldn't quite manage to tease his lips away from Blaine's face.

He was lying on top of him, their legs slotted together, knees sliding past the other, though Kurt with his little added extra height had to bend his knees a little and arch his back and shift to the side slightly, but once they got the position and the angle just so, it was perfect. Their hips lined up together, as Kurt rested his arms against Blaine's strong chest with his hands grazing against the strong cords in his neck and started to rock in the most subtle and slowest form, he didn't even realise he was doing it until his groin met with Blaine's, achingly so and deliciously collided, and he wasn't sure who cried out first or who was the loudest.

“Shit” His mouth was all over Blaine's face as he breathed into his warm skin, peppering with kisses, the strong jut of cheek bones, his nose, eye lids, the crease in his brow as Blaine's head started to sink lower and his lips met the hollow of Kurt's throat. Kurt dug his fingernails into Blaine's scalp, threaded them through the curls and back again, pulled teasingly but not too hard and jerked his hips involuntarily as Blaine found that spot on his neck, the juncture between his jaw line and the beginning of his collar bone. “Jesus Blaine-”

“Ah fuck Kurt-” He nibbled at his collarbone, the bit just below the dip in his throat, he sucked at the spot there, soothing it over with his tongue and then ran his lips back along, tracing the same path as best he could with Kurt's heavy sweater in the way, all the while his hands roaming the expanse of Kurt's shoulder blades, the dip in his lean back and the strong bony trail of his spine, his hands settled at the waistline of his jeans and his fingers rested over the elastic of Kurt's boxer-briefs which peaked out the top, his thumbs just dipping underneath and settling between the cool fabric and his warm skin.

Kurt moaned, a deep rumble from his chest, at Blaine's relentless kissing and sucking, licking and his hands gently grappling at his flesh, he was literally devouring him, worshipping and he couldn't think of not one reason why he should stop him, although he knew there definitely reasons, maybe.

He didn't expect it to go this far, he knew they would end up making out by the end of night, although he was unsure at first the tell tale signs were there, making themselves stronger and clearer, he just wasn't sure how far he would allow himself to enjoy Blaine, or how far Blaine would allow, but now they were here, Blaine was under him, writhing beautifully against him and making the most delicious noises against his skin, their broad chests rubbing together and Kurt couldn't even remember what the problem was, why he was thinking of anything other than Blaine and what he was doing and that he should keep doing it. The best thing he decided was to not plan, to not think and just be.

“I fucking love your neck-” Blaine's voice was raspy and Kurt smiled against the shell of his ear, bit down on his ear lobe, sucked a little, curled his fingers around his neck and pulled at the short hairs there. Kurt loved the way Blaine was so charming and polite and worried and thought about things carefully, but he loved the way his tongue curled around the odd cuss word that he let would slip out occasionally, it did something inside him and sent a wake-up-call straight down to his groin.  

Speaking of, Kurt was half hard, Blaine was too, it would have been impossible to not be or to not feel each other by now, it seemed like that was the goal at one point and they were both definitely going to be all the way there in the very foreseeable future, he loved knowing he could have that effect on somebody so easily, and have the feeling be mutual and returned, but Blaine took it to the next level, Blaine took it to a place where nobody else had been able to, anyone else Kurt had previously been with probably would have finished in their pants by now.

As excited as they both were, the pace was still calm and mostly slow and measured, Blaine would lift his hips to meet Kurt's not every time, but at the right time, right when his teeth would just gently grip on to a pinch of Kurt's smooth creamy neck before letting go and allowing his lips to smooth over the slight red graze, then he would pull his hips back and give them a moment or so before repeating the pattern. His fingers would wander only so far against the bare flesh at the top of Kurt's ass and allowing his fingernails to press in just the slightest bit before returning them to their starting position and smoothing his knuckles over the teased skin.

Kurt was suddenly too hot, his skin too tight and needed airing space, he lifted the upper half of his body up earning a small whine from Blaine who was left helpless beneath him, lips chasing after his skin and hands pulling at his hips, Blaine wasn't desperate or ravenous, he didn't just want to get the job done and be out of there, Kurt could tell he just missed the contact, missed the easiness and the warmth of it. Blaine's eyes went from hooded, his pupils slightly dilated in the middle of what looked like pools of warm honey, to wide and wanting when Kurt pulled his sweater up and over his head in a swift fluid motion to reveal a white skin tight tank-top, it was the little things like that he noticed about Blaine that told him he was actually wanted, in all of his form, for all he was, and not just needed and dare he say used.

Blaine reached a hand up and over and brushed Kurt's shoulder blade, pushing a little with the pads of his fingers into the firm muscle there, testing, teasing and then up and cupped Kurt's jaw, Kurt thought that maybe he was going to be pulled back down to Blaine's lips to start again, but Blaine just smiled at him, wide and bright, his eyes sparkling, and the affection in the gesture tugged at something in Kurt's chest.

“Hot in here huh?” Kurt giggled, Blaine's voice was so low and raspy, like an early morning waking with the too bright sun voice and Kurt's stomach danced at the thought of waking up to hearing that. He hummed in assent and slowly lowered himself back down, chest to chest, but kept his shoulders and neck upright so that he could look at Blaine.

“I'm glad you agree-” Blaine's grin was dazzling, wide and met his warm deep eyes that Kurt just wanted to loose himself in, but he shifted underneath slightly, his eyes flicking around Kurt's faces as if drinking him in, savouring the moment, as if it would be pulled away from him.

“Kurt, I uh, I want you to know that, I-I never do this-”

“What?”

“This-” He rubbed his hands up and over Kurt's shoulders and upper arms, casting his gaze downwards between their two bodies where they were both starting to soften slightly in their pants, but their stomachs still rising and falling softly, and chests pounding, trying to calm.

Oh please, Kurt was perfectly fine if Blaine didn't want to rush into anything, or the opposite for that matter, he'd realised, Kurt felt like he could actually curl up and melt into Blaine and do anything he'd ask. But he wouldn't fall for any bull shit, he actually felt himself tense and his defence mechanisms spring into action, that imaginative protective wall he'd built around himself slowly starting to rise at the thought that Blaine could lie about something like that, and at a time like this, when they had already been so intimate. Kurt wasn't a blushing virgin, he wasn't fragile or sensitive like he used to be and he didn't need to be made to feel special by being lied to just to get him into bed. He didn't know why he was so bothered, he expected it to get to this stage where they either would or wouldn't have sex.

As if picking up on Kurt's sudden mood change and like he was literally able to read his thoughts, Blaine dropped his hands to Kurt's waist and sat up slightly leaning back into the cushions and half on the back of the couch, bending at the hips but making sure Kurt stayed where he was, keeping him straddled to him, keeping him close. Blaine's eyes shot up and widened with something that resembled almost fear and panic, and Kurt's heart panged at the sight and the intensity, this wasn't staged, it couldn't be.

“I'm serious Kurt, God I'm not a virgin or anything, I didn't mean that-” He laughed, a low and short choked off chuckle despite himself, and Kurt felt his lips tug at the corners with him, he didn't believe he was for one second, “but I, I don't do this, this isn't a common occurrence for me, I-I want you to know-” And suddenly Kurt got it, he understood and whatever anger or whatever that was before started to rise and fade away.

Blaine wasn't brushing him off or using it as fast-track free pass card, he wasn't trying to fill him with any crap, he wasn't giving the red or green light on the current situation, he was just being honest. He was letting Kurt know that he doesn't normally share this part of himself so freely or easily, he was telling Kurt that he was chosen, that he was special and for the umpteenth time Kurt wanted to melt.

“Ditto,” Kurt's voice was breathless, his eyes wide and clear, ever changing hues of blues and greens, like a galaxy.

“Yeah?” Blaine positively lit up, like a kid who'd just been told the candy was all for him and couldn't quite believe it, “No way, a hot pie-” Kurt laughed and silenced him with a kiss, Blaine was trying to butter him up, trying to revert to flirting like he did on his texts the past week, when he was hiding behind the comfort of his phone and his job, cause he didn't really know what else to say in this moment.

Kurt continued to pepper him with fleeting kisses, loving the low moans of appreciation that crept up and out of Blaine's throat, rumbling through his chest, Blaine's arm flew around the back of Kurt shoulder's pulling him down and closer and Kurt caught sight of his Tattoo again, his sleeve scrunched up a little higher revealing an inch more. Blaine's head dropped again and his tongue became relentless against the skin of Kurt's throat.

“Wh-what's your Tattoo mean?” His voice was high and breathy but he didn't care, his eyes rolled back into his head as Blaine found that spot, his spot, worshipped it, moved away then back again, repeating the pattern.

“I'll tell you another time-” Blaine's nose nuzzled close into that familiar juncture he loved so much as he murmured into his skin, breathing in, tickling and teasing.

“D-do you have-oh god-more?” He could feel Blaine smile into his skin, his teeth grazing and nipping at the surface.

“I'll show you another time-” Kurt's heart pounded at the thought, he knew it was true, he knew he would see more of Blaine, knew he couldn't get enough of him and that he would always want more.

He pulled back and up slightly, again loving but ignoring the way Blaine was becoming slightly disgruntled at the lack of contact, it was both adorable and slightly funny and also made him feel a little feral, he looked deep into Blaine's eyes and bit his lip around his happy smirk.

This was so easy and unplanned and unwritten, like there were no rules between them or any guidelines they felt they had to follow, there was no name for what this was, or what they were doing, they were just them, there was a silent agreement between them that they were both fully aware of and Kurt just loved it. This was something fresh and different, this was something new, this is what he's been waiting for.

“What's your name? Like your full name?”

“Blaine Anderson, you want my middle name? Mother's maiden na-” He was teasing, light hearted and playful, his eyes lightened and smouldered and Kurt giggled into his cheek, pressing a kiss there whilst playfully smacking at his chest.

“Well Blaine Anderson, I'm Kurt Hummel, it's nice to meet you-” Kurt didn't think Blaine's grin could get any wider, he lifted Kurt's hand from his chest and turned his palm, pulling it towards him and kissing his knuckles sweetly and slowly, their eyes never leaving each others.

“The pleasure is all mine Kurt Hummel”