Kurt had forgotten what it was like to wake up next to somebody, not like he hardly ever did before, sure he and Rachel had clumsily fallen into bed with each other many a time, after a late show or dinner reservation and drinks, with clothes still intact or baggy t-shirts and stretchy pants, face masks hastily slapped on, they would even snuggle on the couch together during movie days when their work and free times matched up, side by side, long ways. 

But Kurt would never wake in the middle of the night to find Rachel curled around him, hands entwined at the hip, soft even breaths and long eyes lashes fanning against his chest. He'd often toss and turn in his sleep to find a more comfortable position, or a part of the bed sheets or pillow that was cooler, but this was different, having another body to tumble onto, to twist around, arms and legs, a warm neck to brush his nose against and bury into the deep hollow and crevice. Kurt had never woken up too hot, but deliciously so, body hot, skin on skin, flesh on flesh, with anyone quite like this before.

Later but still sinfully early for a Saturday morning, god knows what happened to the sleep in late plan, when the Sun managed to sneak through the one small gap in Blaine's bedroom drapes and highlight the room in a fanning motion pale yellows and oranges, the best it could,

Kurt lazily felt his eyes crack at the crease where his top and bottom lashes brush together, when he could see the morning light through the thin skin over his lids but he daren't not open them all the way yet. He was in that state in between, pulling himself from a deep slumber, wanting to sleep more but knowing that his body clock just wouldn't allow it.

He grumbled quietly, deep in his chest, scratched a hand lazily over his stomach, turned his face to the side when the sun caught it and started to cascade warmth down over his body and the bed.

He felt a dip in the mattress beside him, and memories, delicious and fresh came flooding to him, his body suddenly thrummed with a pleasant ache, a reminder of what he'd been up to, what they'd been up to, and of course his cock remembered as it also tried to pull itself from sleep and rise to attention. Kurt's skin tickled with warmth and anticipation and was just about to open his eyes and turn to see the sight he ached to see when a full pair of soft lips pressed into his, drawing him in and a warm firm hand pressed into his chest and up the curve of his neck.

And Kurt had never woken up in the morning with Rachel like this either, or anybody else for that matter.

Last night after their ‘little talk' they had ended up staying in bed cocooned in each other for the next Twenty minutes, all kisses and hands and sickly sweet looks of longing, as much as they tried to kid themselves they were not Seventeen Year old boys anymore, and were simply happy, already sated within each other arms. When their eyes became heavy, it was after midnight now and they'd both had a busy work day on top of what they'd just spent the best part of nearly an hour doing, Blaine hoisted himself out of bed. He threw Kurt his underwear from the floor as Kurt laughed when he tried to locate his own, he gave Kurt a spare toothbrush from his bathroom cabinet and padded through his apartment to fetch them some water. When he'd returned he found Kurt lying in the middle of his bed, propped up on pillows, his hair stuck out in all directions and he was staring at him with storm coloured eyes whilst biting his lip, the most gorgeous sight Blaine had ever seen in his bed so far, with one arm behind his head and the other lost underneath the covers as they mysteriously started to rustle and rise and fall softly. Blaine sailed through the room half heartedly slammed the water glasses down on the night stand and joined Kurt's hand under the covers. Needless to say their underwear hit the floor for the second time that night, and maybe they could keep up with their younger selves, what was that Kurt was saying about foreplay?

“Good morning, be careful I'm dangerously close to getting used to this-” Kurt smiled against the kiss, Blaine's voice was so deep and rough, sleep broken, the hottest thing he'd ever heard this time in the morning, and when he opened his eyes he was met with possibly the hottest sight he'd ever laid eyes on this time in the morning too.

Blaine's face was all he could see in his hazy line of blurry morning vision, his hair a crazy adorable mess on his head that he just wanted to run his hands through over and over, his stubble had grew some through the night and Kurt wanted to pick at it with his teeth, his eyes were a deep yellow and sparkling green from the highlights of the sun, they were wrinkled still at the corners, the bags underneath normally a little purple and heavy that Kurt sometime's noticed had faded a lot, he looked fresh, well rested and his grin was a like a breath of fresh air, lighting his face completely, readable and open.

Kurt rolled on to his side, meeting Blaine chest for chest, Blaine was leaning over on his elbow, hovering over him, he stretched an arm over Kurt drawing him close and deepened the kiss, not too much, appropriate and respectful for a first thing in the morning, closed lipped even if they both brushed and flossed last night, but still perfectly enough. Kurt pulled back as Blaine dropped back down to the pillows and trailed a finger down Kurt's sternum.

“Mmm good morning, get used to what?”

“You being here when I wake up-” Blaine was so direct, so honest, not a speck of hesitation and Kurt knew he could get used to it too, he feared he was already getting there. Kurt's eyes lit up as Blaine's finger started to trail lower, but Kurt knew that Blaine didn't mean that from a sexual point of view, it went way past that, but this, this was a given.

An added extra bonus of having someone to wake up with, seeing and feeling what you can do to another body and vice versa just by being there, just by being on each other's mind and being able to instantly do something about it because your bodies are already awake and ready, this is something that Kurt had become to love about being a man.

Blaine grinned like he could read Kurt thoughts, and shuffled closer, his finger stretching into a full spread palm as it rubbed further down to Kurt's abdomen, Kurt hummed and stretched, muscles clicking and straining and flicked his eyes down to see what the current state of play was like in Blaine's nether regions. He caught sight of something and suddenly pushed Blaine back onto the pillows, leaping up and over and straddled his waist, knees on either side of Blaine's hips and the covers snug around their two bodies together, falling gently down Kurt's back.

Blaine laughed, his eyes coming back into focus and a little dazed as he rubbed his hands up and down Kurt's legs under the covers, Kurt trailed a finger over the black permanent ink etched into Blaine's chest, his eyes fixed to the small spot of letters of some kind and Blaine hummed in understanding and tucked his arms behind his head, giving Kurt space to explore, to play. Kurt grinned up at him and placed a soft kiss over the spot, lowering his lips and grazing his teeth over of the nub of Blaine's nipple just below the tattoo, Blaine groaned and shifted underneath and Kurt noted that this was a sensitive area, this was one of Blaine's spots.

“So?” He rubbed a finger over the ink again waiting for Blaine to respond, Blaine pushed himself up, quickly planting a kiss on Kurt's lips like it was the most important thing he needed to do right then and fell back against the pillows.

“First of all honey, you're going to have to re-think you're actions if you want any kind of sense out of me-” Kurt laughed and nodded.

“Duly noted, sorry”

“Don't' be,” He smiled, that private one just for Kurt and pointed down to his chest, “So this one, this was something, stupid really, we um, me and the guys, we all got matching ones during our Freshman year of College, I believe we were not very sober at all at the time,” he huffed a laugh and rubbed at the mark, “god I cant even remember where we got it done at, but wherever it was it should be shut down now,” he grinned and Kurt laughed with him.

“So it's obviously foreign?”

“It's Filipino, my mom is from Filipino descent-”

“Oh wow, you know I wondered about the tanned skin and the dark hair, you and your mom-” Blaine smirked and pulled a hand from behind his head, stroked it through Kurt's hair.

“You been looking at my photos?” Kurt tried to pull back, cheeks turning rosy, hands and fingers fumbling, toying in the hairs on Blaine's chest.

“Well, I-I just-”

Blaine only laughed and pulled him closer, keeping him there stuck to him, bare skin on skin and pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw, “It's fine Kurt, I was kidding, that's what they're there for right, to share your fondest and most important memories with people?” Kurt let out a breath with a small nod and shy smile, he kissed Blaine back once more then pulled away.

“Ok, yeah, continue..please-”

“So it means Warbler, stupidly enough, we all got one in the same place and in our own personal native language, or one that was close to us, which to be honest most of the guy's tatts were just in plain English so it kind of sucked, but hey we were like Nineteen and wasted-” They laughed together and Kurt flicked a finger tip over the ink once more.

“I love it” Then he started to trail his finger down over Blaine's tight stomach, tickling through the hairs there and lower still, he sat up and shuffled back slightly on Blaine's thighs so that he could get to the spot, the covers fell around them.

Blaine's body tensed beneath him and a slow wolfish grin started to spread over his lips as he realised where this was going. Kurt's finger reached its destination in the sweet juncture between Blaine's hip and thigh, close to the groin area, a strange place Kurt had thought, and started to rub at the tiny mark, now coming into focus and only then could Kurt make out what it was.

“You um, you noticed that one huh?” Blaine's voice was a little raspy as he watched Kurt's movements, his cock, still half hard bobbed to life at the attention the nearby area was receiving, Kurt smirked, eyes sparkling mischievously.

“Down boy” he whispered naughtily and pulled back some, not wanting to get Blaine too excited before the explanation, Blaine groaned low and quiet, eyes darkening.

“Well as you can see it's a Musical note-”

“Hmm, a Quaver is it not?” Blaine smiled, his eyes lighting up and brought Kurt's hand up to his lips, kissing his knuckles softly and nodding against his skin.

“Very good,” Blaine was not being condescending at all, he knew Kurt had a very musical background, whether he could read musical notation or not, it was just nice to talk to someone like this, someone this close, as close as Kurt was to him both in the physical and emotional sense and still able to share interests, to understand each other, to be able to converse intellectually, easily on the same level without challenging each other.

“It's um, it's simple really, Music, as you know, is-was a big part of me, something I always want to keep close, and private, yeah I may have played in front of small crowds back in the day, but the meaning behind my music, my wanting to play it is private, for me, for who I wish to share it with,” His eye's flicked up to Kurt's then, warm and sincere like he was sharing a secret with him, Kurt just had to figure out what it was, “so um, so that's why it's there.”

Blaine nodded his chin downwards, eyes widening as Kurt lowered his face and left a kiss right in the centre of the tattoo, slightly poking out his tongue and licking at the slight curve of the note.

“I love this one more.” His whispering breath ghosted over Blaine's groin and he moaned, not even trying to restrain it this time, loud and dirty and lifted his hips slightly to meet Kurt's lips, his cock bobbing and curling out proudly, begging for Kurt's attention.

With a sly grin and a low hum Kurt wickedly pressed his hands into Blaine's hips and pushed him down, keeping him back as he sat back up slightly, “Ok, hold up, there's another one right,” Blaine laughed and buried his face in his hands.

“Jesus Kurt, are you trying to kill me here,” Kurt grinned, he was also trying to ignore his own erection from calling time on the Tattoo exploration game, but he was enjoying this, enjoying how relaxed he felt around Blaine, naked as sin, touching, talking, laughing, easy and perfect. He pulled at Blaine's hand, making him drop his arm and pulled it towards him, turning it over to his inner arm and revealing the Tattoo stretched out perfectly.

This was the first time Kurt had been able to get a close inspection of it, it was beautiful, starting just below Blaine's inner elbow, over the crease and the bend and up onto the muscle of his upper arm. The deep black ink of the foreign letters, swirled with highlights of Navy and deep Bluey-Greens in the curvy pattern around them, setting the whole thing off gorgeously, he traced a finger over of the pattern, mesmerised with it.

“Ok, ok,” Blaine sat up slightly, but still allowed Kurt to keep his arm within his hold, “I promise I'm not just saying this because I want you, no, I need you like right now,” Kurt peeked up, smiling slightly, and Blaine grinned back, “I promise I'm not, it's just that, this,” he nodded to his arm, “this would mean so much more, be so much better, if I explained it to you, at another time, a better time…when the time is right…shall we say.. would- do you believe me, will you wait?”

Kurt gently let go of Blaine's arm, soothing the skin with his fingers, Blaine was looking back at him with a shy, cheeky smile and something passed over his face, like a joke or a secret but an important one that Kurt wasn't in on yet, his body was poised, ready for Kurt but as he looked deeply into Blaine's ever changing eyes, he found nothing there but honesty and utter sincerity. Blaine wanted him, his eyes smouldered with it and his chest heaved slightly but he wasn't lying, this tattoo obviously meant something to him, and there was seemingly a time and a place to talk about it, and the fact that he'd shared that alone with Kurt, meant something to him too.

Kurt smiled and nodded and with a lingering touch began to climb off of Blaine and back to the side, instantly Blaine followed him crowding his body with his own, lips chasing any piece of skin he could get to. They looked so good together like this, in the natural morning light, their naked bodies shining with the remnants of sweat from last nights activities, their broad chests and muscles exposed, rubbing together, in the crumple of sheets, tan on pale, their dips and dents slotting together, knees knocking.  

Kurt giggled, shifting slightly, “Ok, ok hold on, one more thing-”

“God Kurt, no, I can't hold off any lon-c-can't you see what you do to-” Blaine's voice was high and whiney, hilariously so, but his voice was teasing, playful, he was laughing and before he could pin Kurt down beneath him and keep him there, Kurt flipped over on to his side, tucking an arm under his head and keeping his back straight, facing Blaine, his right shoulder out and up.

“I've got one too-” Kurt smiled into the pillow as he heard Blaine's small gasp, he could see his widening smile in his mind and felt his finger edge over his right shoulder blade and the small stretch of blank ink that was there, and then Blaine's tongue, closely followed by his teeth.

“Sweet Jesus, you're going to have to explain this one later-”

And Blaine's body completely covered his as Kurt's eyes sunk back in his head.

*

“I cannot believe you did not cry Kurt, you always cry at that part when Noah-”

“Rachel we've seen this movie like a billion times-”

“So? Ok what's next, Um, Love Actually, ooorrrr… ooh Dear John we haven't seen that in ages, a real tear jerker-” Rachel bit her lip and jumped excitedly on her spot of the couch as she pointed the TV remote to the screen, scrolling down the Romance section of their Netflix account.

“You're twisted, ugh let's go out, go for a walk, it's nice out today-”

“Kurt what happened to our Valentines Day tradition of drowning in our own tears whilst watching the most sappiest/greatest movies ever made and eating our entire body weight in Ben and Jerry's and Cheetos? It's the one day of the year we indulge together-” Kurt smiled as Rachel took a handful of chips from the bag, eyes still focused on the screen in front.

She was right this had been their tradition for Valentines Day for the past Four maybe more years, it usually resulted in the two of them by the end of the night huddled around a bottle of Vodka surrounded by empty Chinese cartons, and wailing through the most miserable love duets.

It was Two-Thirty in the afternoon and they'd already gotten through Three movies and one whole tub of cookie dough, Rachel had let her understudy take the matinee show today but had to be at the theatre by Six for the evening performance.

“Come on, one more, before I have to get ready to leave?” She patted the space beside her and Kurt unravelled himself from his blanket in the arm chair, rolling his eyes and trudged across to the couch, curling up into her side, nudging at her arm with his head pretending to be a cat, she laughed and poked him in the side, “What is with you today? You know what don't even tell me I already knooooow” Her voice was sing-songy and he couldn't even try to begin to hide the smile that spread across his face. He looked up at the screen, as Rachel continued to scroll down the page.

“I guess I'm too happy to watch lover's finding and then losing each other and-” Kurt suddenly tensed and sat up, watching Rachel's side profile carefully, “Rach, I'm sorry, I-I didn't-”

Rachel seemed to jolt to attention, brought out of her daze and bopped Kurt on the nose gently with the remote, “Oh god, Kurt, don't even, it's fine, I wasn't even thinking- I'm fine-” He swallowed and lowered his chin.

“Are you though? Not that I don't believe you, I-I'm just making sure you know?” Rachel dropped the remote to her lap and turned to him with a bright smile, Kurt would know if it was one of her ‘you're annoying me' fake ones, and it wasn't, it was genuine, almost innocent, like the old High school Rachel but with New York's Rachel bite and confidence and growth.

“Yeah, yeah I am, you know it's been a while now Kurt, yeah I miss him everyday, I always will, and some days I'll think of him more, I guess your right, I guess he's always been at the back of my mind today of all days, buried somewhere safe, but you know I've been with people since though right, in the past year or so, I'm just not looking for anything too heavy yet you know?” Kurt nodded and patted her hand.

“You are one of my favourites Rachel Berry, you know that?” she smiled, rolling her eyes with a slight shake of her head.

“You know I'm happy for you right Kurt? You deserve this so much, somebody like him, I really hope it all works out for you, for you both, he seems like such a great guy-” Kurt smiled a little bashfully and nudged into her shoulder, his skin tingled at the thought of who they were talking about, and his smile widened automatically, “I think he would have liked him you know,” She lowered her head slightly, “Finn, I think he would have definitely approved and got on really well with Blaine-”

Kurt nodded and tapped his fingers along her knee which was tucked up beside them on the couch, “I think you're right,” he laughed fondly, “He probably would have tried to give him the ‘don't you hurt my little brother' speech and everything, Rachel chuckled then too followed by a soft sigh.

“Ooh yeah,” The laughter quietened and they found themselves just looking at each other, a long quiet knowing look, a silent mutual understanding, a question that didn't need to be answered between them, Rachel squeezed his hand then picked the remote back up and pointed it at the screen again, “Where is he today anyway? Shouldn't you be with Mr ‘he's everything' on the most Romantic day of the year?”

Kurt propped himself up on the other end of the couch, spreading his legs out and over Rachel's lap as he watched her flick through the choices, “Ugh no not that one…he's at work remember, working the whooole day-” Kurt tried to suppress the ‘woe is me' sigh that made its way past his lips, as he crossed his arms over his chest and sunk lower into the couch, Rachel smirked and squeezed his knee in response. He was amazed that it had just been a little over month and he was already feeling that attachment to him, maybe it was sex that causes that, or maybe it's just cause it's Blaine.

The last time he'd seen or rather heard him had been early this morning, Kurt had been enjoying a peaceful, dream filled sleep in his own bed when he felt the mattress dip beside him and soft footfalls following that, he was roused again by the pleasant tickle of Blaine's stubble brushing over his cheeks and a faint ‘Happy Valentines Day' whispered against his lips with a soft peck to finish.

They ended up back at Kurt's and Rachel's because, after almost another hour in Blaine's bed wrapped up in each other on Saturday morning, they dragged themselves away to the bathroom only to come back out almost another hour later, towels around their hips, their hair hand-mussed and drying and Kurt sporting some rather questionable red faint marks around his chest and beginning to creep up his neck, Kurt made a mental note to wear a scarf or a polo neck for the rest of the week, he couldn't be mad not with how amazing it felt at the time of putting them there and the aftermath of knowing that they belong to Blaine, Blaine's teeth and fingers, he left them there, a memory.

Kurt borrowed a pair of sweat pants from Blaine, teasing him slightly because of the way they rode up past his ankle, being way too short for him, they laughed and kissed and tumbled through into Blaine's fabulous rather spacious stainless steel Kitchen with Midnight Blue Tiles which Kurt fell in love with instantly. They danced around each other, whilst Kurt prepared the Coffee and Blaine toasted some muffins and grilled a few rashers of bacon, he scooped some creamed cheese out of the large refrigerator and some chopped fresh fruit and placed everything onto a tray and directed Kurt to follow him with the coffee and some cutlery and napkins.

They sat for the next few hours, entwined under a throw from the back of Blaine's ridiculously comfortable leather couch, bare chests and baggy pants, which hung so deliciously on Blaine's hips, eating and watching various documentaries on the arts channel from Composer's Life Stories to Musicals which were adapted and based off of Novels originally. They'd take turns to refill their Coffee mugs and a little later when the TV had been muted and their cups were empty and all dishes placed on the Coffee table, they lazily enjoyed a slow making-out session, hands groping underneath the blanket, tongues exploring and Blaine had ended up experiencing the best hand-job he'd ever received while their mouths never parted once.

Kurt positively preened at the thrill of it all, he didn't want to say domestic, because it felt too early to say that, but that's what It was, what it felt like, perfectly domestic, and all the while Blaine never let up his ever charming himself. Being intimate with each other had never once altered that part of him, he still made sure Kurt was ok, had everything he needed, he still placed small shy Kisses anywhere he could when Kurt was trying to listen to the narrator on the TV, he pulled Kurt close again whenever his leg would accidently slip down from the couch causing their bodies to part very slightly. He wasn't being clingy, or over the top, he was letting Kurt know that nothing was different, they were still them, he still looked at Kurt like he was everything.

They woke from their late afternoon nap a short while after, Kurt gloriously draped over Blaine, his face pressed to his hairy chest, loving the feel of his warm skin and faint thud of his heart beat underneath, when he sat up scratched at his hair and declared himself disgusting and demanded to go home, to change into clean underwear and moisturise his skin using the expensive stuff he'd ordered in the other week.

Kurt pleasantly discovered that the building had another exit so that they didn't have to traipse through the centre of the bar and let everyone know just exactly what they had been up to for the past Fifteen or so hours, although Kurt would have loved to have seen the look on Ivan's face had he spied the questionable mouth-shaped bruises along Kurt's collar-bone.

Blaine of course followed Kurt home like a puppy, walking through the few short blocks hand in hand to Kurt's place, they picked up some take-out Salad Dishes from a Deli along the way and pretty much resumed what they had been doing most of the day when they got to Kurt's. They showered again and Kurt tried to recommend some face cleansers for Blaine, he tried to rub some kind of balm on to his tattoos and Blaine just laughed batting his hand away and smiling shyly, adorably. Rachel was out for the most part of the night which resulted in an early night for them and Blaine becoming very familiar with the creaks and squeaks of Kurt's mattress and softness of his sheets.

“But you've heard from him today though right?” Kurt lazily dragged his eyes away from the screen and looked at Rachel, not that he was paying attention to it anyway, his thoughts were much busier elsewhere.

“Well no, not since he left this morning, I knew today would be busy for him though, ooh put that on-” Kurt pointed to the screen as his eyes fixed onto a familiar Rom-Com not to heavy or brain-needed worthy, just light entertainment to waste away the day, Rachel clicked the remote a few times then dropped it to the couch and settled in.

Kurt knew that from the moment Blaine left him this morning, he would have been busy the whole day, straight home, showered and dressed, quick Coffee and then downstairs preparing for the day.

Blaine had previously explained to Kurt why he wanted to make an effort at the bar for Valentines Day, yes it was a good way to take in more money and profit and gain more customers, but Blaine also adorably explained that he liked the Holiday because it encouraged people to lay everything down on the line and be honest and open with each other, and what better way to do it than with stuffed animals and heart shaped candy.

After blushing and giggling Kurt kissed him quiet but didn't hold out any hope, not that he needed to. He didn't expect that sort of stuff from Blaine, he assumed they were actually sort of dating now but just because they were spending more time together, and had gone to the next level so-to-speak with each other, that didn't mean that they had to celebrate this sort of stuff. Unbeknown to Blaine he was already giving Kurt everything he could have asked for and could want in another person, and that was enough.

Kurt could just imagine the elderly couples coming into The stage first thing for a Valentines breakfast of Tea and Toast for Two. Then at lunch time the young families would come in, the young couples who had simply ‘forgotten' to use protection that night, and so celebrated the holiday with a special little third body also.

Later in the afternoon Blaine had told Kurt he'd expect the single ladies to march in their groups of many, ordering pitchers of Cocktails and drowning their sorrows and cackling away in the corner of the bar. Then in the evening the many couples of all ages and types, hopelessly, sickly in love would come in, ordering pre-drinks before their table reservations or show or movie start times, or even ordering something from the menu that Blaine had adapted there at the bar especially for the day.

He smiled at the thought of Blaine serving, being his happy, pleasant self, blushing at the ladies who try to tease and wind him up, joking with Ivan behind the bar, ok maybe he was a little sad that he wouldn't see him today, but that didn't mean they couldn't share a Valentines day together, they could have their own, another day, do some thing different, spontaneous. With that in mind he reached behind him and lifted and opened up his laptop that had been sitting on the side table, he opened up his emails and quickly tapping one out and clicking the computer shut again with a smile.

*

Kurt startled awake with sudden banging, and click clacking of heels, he glanced over to the clock hanging off the wall and noticed it was a little after Six, Rachel was obviously running late to get to the Theatre. He vaguely remembers the credits rolling at the end of the movie before Rachel annoyingly starting up another one and then sleep must have took him, he sat up smacking his lips together, stretched and stood slowly making his way to his bedroom.

Rachel appeared in the doorway, hair tied up high on her head and a huge cardigan draped around her, “oh good you're up, god I fell asleep too, hey I was thinking,” she pulled on some knee high boots as she leant against the door jamb, Kurt unplugged his phone from where he had left it charging by his bed all afternoon and walked over to her, waiting for her to finish what she was saying.

“Why don't you come with me, come watch the show from the side of the stage, I know you've seen it like a hundred times already, but then later we'll grab a late dinner at that Tai place opposite the stage door and-”

Kurt smiled as he listened to her rambling, nodding his head, as he glanced down to his phone and unlocked the screen, his heart flew to his throat as he noticed a string of messages from a few hours ago.

Blaine;

14.10

Hey you, having my first quick break of the day, sorry I haven't been able to text you sooner, it's been crazy xx

14.11

P.S I'm sorry if I woke you this morning, you don't know how hard it was to drag myself away, hope you're have a good day xx

14.25

Heading back out front now, is it weird if I say that I've missed you today? ; ) xx

17.30

It's starting to quieten down here a little bit now, I'm hiding in my office xx

17.55

Where is my Valentine? : ( X

Kurt laughed into the back of his hand, his heart soaring and thumping hard, he looked up to find Rachel eyeing him questionably, “Oh, uh, sorry Rach, that sounded great but uh-” He waved his phone a little in the air and she laughed, cutting him off and doing a weird little run as best she could in heels through to the living area, picking up her purse and rummaging through it, “Go get your man,” she called with a wink over her shoulder then with a jangle of keys and holding her cell up to her ear, punching in the digits, she left.

Kurt shook his head fondly with a smile when the door suddenly swung back open to reveal Rachel pointing at him, “By the way, wear a scarf or something because that Hoodie has NOT done the job of covering up what you've been trying to hide from me, no matter how high you zip it!” She winked again, whistled through her teeth and the loud clacking of heels echoing in the distance told Kurt she had definitely left for good this time.

He bit his lip and smiled down at his phone.

Me;

18.11

I'm right here...always here..!! : ) X

*

“Wh-whee-re is youuurrr Vanentine today huh han-d-sum?” The lady propped up at the bar next to Kurt looked to be in her mid Forties, maybe older, she smelled rather strongly of stale cigarette smoke, overly powerful perfume and the remnants of her latest Bloody Mary she had just finished in two gulps.

She was frail looking, petite, had yellow-y blonde hair, with dark roots cut short and wispy at the ends, her cheeks were blushed bright pink, red lipstick smudged just over the edges of her lips and her blue eye-shadow hit the arch of her brows, she wore a long, full sleeved black dress and leopard-print kitten heels, but she was seemingly delightful.

In the past Ten minutes Kurt had been standing there, he had learnt that she used to be a dance teacher, had one son and three grandchildren, her favourite Musical was Guy's and Dolls and she had adopted a cat from a shelter but it doesn't like her and spends most days with her neighbours.

“Never mind him Mrs Osborne, maybe you should go and find your Valentine-” Kurt smiled and turned in his bar stool across to Ivan who approached them from behind the bar with a new Bloody Mary in hand. He nodded over to the back of the room as he slid the glass over the counter, Kurt followed his gaze threw a throng of people over to an older man hunched over a crossword in the far corner, he nursed a Whisky Tumbler in his hand and his glasses kept falling down his nose. Kurt smiled a little more, his heart clenching that these two people had each other still no matter how strange and crazy and looked back at Ivan as Mrs Osborne took her glass from him, pushed herself up from the bar and started stumbling her way over to him, mumbling something about having a boring-ass husband, and only then did Kurt notice the faint glimmer of her faded gold wedding ring.

“So,” Ivan grabbed a bottle from the cooler behind him, cracked it open and slid it over to Kurt, waving his hand dismissively when Kurt tried to pull a $5 bill from his jeans pocket, “Where is your Valentine?”

Kurt took a swig from his bottle and smirked around the rim, “I was kinda hoping you could help me with that Ivan, you know anyone around here who would fit the criteria?”

He wasn't flirting, he was teasing, he knew they both knew who they were actually referring to, he just liked the way the kid scrambled to compose himself and hit back with something remotely snarky, Kurt often wondered if Blaine had this effect on Ivan too the first time they'd met, he'd be very surprised if the answer was no. He didn't even know if the kid was gay or just one of those zesty, zealous types who wanted everyone to like him and liked making friends.

Kurt could see why Blaine liked Ivan and trusted him even though he was young, he proudly wore a ‘Senior' badge on his shirt pocket and Blaine had explained that even though he owned the bar, he didn't feel the need to hire a separate manager, he liked doing that job for himself, and on days when he wasn't there, there were supervisors and Seniors like Ivan who Blaine had hand chosen to work for him. 

It was Eight-Fifteen and Kurt had arrived not long ago, after texting Blaine back he'd took himself off to shower and change, and perform his usual getting ready to go out routine, he'd spent an extra un-needed Fifteen minutes picking out a scarf that covered up all the right places which then lead to him having to change his outfit twice in order to make everything match but not weirdly, stiffly so, in his opinion, and yes he did notice the way Ivan eyed the neck piece suspiciously with a pink tinge to his skin but remained silent.

He knew that the bar would be quieter at this time of night, but probably still way busy, he'd planned to just go and sit in the back out of the way, watching the events of the lovers around him unfold, but when he'd tried to sit down and flag down a nearby passing server, Ivan had clocked him and got him a stool at the bar on the end, tucked out of the way.

He hadn't told Blaine he was coming, and Blaine hadn't text him back since earlier, nor had he actually seen him since he'd arrived. He worried that maybe he shouldn't have came, he knew how rushed off his feet Blaine would be, but it didn't matter right, he would stay out of his way and let him work like he always did, god why was he panicking now, after all they'd been through already.

Ivan smirked, maybe noticing Kurt's sudden change of body language, “Well I may have been given direct orders from…let's say…my boss, to not say anything…but,” Kurt lifted his bottle to his lips, curiosity peaked, skin tingling, “ If I was maybe looking for my Valentine, or whatever, then I would NOT go to the management office…”

Kurt smiled, wiggling the bottle between his fingers, taking a large swig and planting it down on the bar with a clatter, he pointed a thumb backwards, and raised an eye brow questionably to which Ivan nodded with a cheeky smirk in response, picking Kurt's bottle and ambling away down the length of the bar.

Kurt slid from his stool, patted his waistcoat down a couple of times and made sure his midnight blue- like Blaine's kitchen tiles, he noted pathetically, short sleeved fitted shirt was tucked into his dark wash jeans, he flicked at strand of hair by his ear and casually started walking towards the back, glancing and chin tilting, smiling and finger wiggling at people he recognised along the way.

He got to the ‘Staff Only' door and pushed hard quickly, not wanting to draw much attention to that fact that he indeed wasn't actually a member of staff, he headed up the small curving staircase he found once inside and swiftly passed a few doors on each side until he reached the end of the small hallway where there was one door left.

Blowing out a small breath, suddenly feeling extremely nervous and no idea why, he looked up at the ‘Manager' sign on the door in front and wondered for a second if he should knock first, he slowly started to turn the handle until he heard the satisfying click, and pushed the door open just so that he could slip inside and close it behind him comfortably.

Upon looking up, Kurt's heart threatened to burst right out of his chest at the sight that greeted him, his eye grew wide and clear, blues and greens glinting the dim light of the small room, and his lips curling at the corners.

Blaine was standing a few feet away, with a broad grin on his face, but he wasn't looking at him, he was, had been, in fact watching him on the many small screens of the security camera footage that were planted on the wall just above his desk. Blaine knew he'd been here the whole time, waiting for him, enrolling Ivan to join in the game, he shuffled his feet a little and turned facing Kurt, his face alight, smile beaming and eyes golden and green, warm and almost too big for his face, he looked delighted.

Kurt could do nothing but stare at him incredulously, his lips slightly parted and his white teeth starting to appear in the cracks of his grin, his gaze dropped and his breathed hitched in his throat, unsure why he never noticed before.

Blaine was wearing his typical black fitted shirt, rolled up to the elbows and tucked into his matching pants, gorgeously tempting as ever but he was wearing a Bowtie, bright red with what looked to be tiny little white hearts dotted all over.

And in his hands were a small bouquet of a dozen Red Roses.

He stepped closer, stopping just in front of Kurt, their shoes touching at the toes, his eyes raking over Kurt's body and back up to his face, searching for something, “Hi Beautiful,” he held out the Bouquet and Kurt instantly accepted, bringing the petals up to his nose, his eyes fluttering closed as he inhaled deeply, fresh and moist and earthly, they smelled like their first date, they smelled like promise.

“Hi,” Kurt's voice was rather high and breathless and he hated when it did that, but Blaine loved it, loved how real and natural it made him, genuine and innocent and just lovely. Kurt leaned in, careful of the Roses and moving them out to the side, he dropped a kiss to Blaine's cheek and whispered against the skin there, “Thank you”, he moved to pull back but Blaine turned his head and caught his lips with his own, brushing them up and down, savouring him, pushing up on his tippy toes a little to get a better angle, to have Kurt completely.

This was Blaine's office, they were alone in here, no cameras, and Kurt was almost certain that Ivan had it made known downstairs that nobody was to disturb the boss right now under any circumstances. He kissed back forcefully, wrapping his free arm around Blaine, and Blaine gripped at his hips, bringing their hips flush together.

After a moment Blaine pulled back some, pecking at the corner of his mouth, “You are most welcome,” his eyes were positively sparkling, he glanced down and smirked, fingering at the silky scarf Kurt had wrapped around his neck, and Kurt could see the memories flashing in his eyes and images swirling around in his mind.

“I um, I don't have anything for-” Blaine cut him off with another peck to his lips, then his nose, then his forehead, that sweet gesture that spoke a thousand things that Kurt loved so much.

“You don't have to-” Kurt suddenly remembered his plan, eyebrows raising and eyes widening with delight, his lips forming into a pretty ‘O' shape and bounced lightly on his toes, Blaine grinned, rubbing a thumb over the shape of Kurt's mouth.

“I um, I do actually, it's um-” Blaine raised an eyebrow curiously, smirking, and stroked a hand up and down Kurt's arm, “You're off tomorrow right? Cause it's Monday, and the Bar's closed?” Blaine nodded, his brow knitted together, “Well it's um, it's me, your Valentine's present is- me all day, or you know for as long as you want me, I uh, emailed Isabelle earlier, I have Vacation days to take and every things pretty much under control at the office at the office,” He was rambling, he was nervous, and he didn't know what the hell was wrong with him, get it together Hummel, what is your problem-shit, what if he's busy, what if he-

“If um- that is, if you're , if you-” The Bouquet was taken from his grasp as gently as possible and placed on the desk in a flash and Kurt was engulfed by Blaine, his face in his hands, chests pressed together and lips completely taken between Blaine's.

“You are just so-” Blaine whispered through a slight giggle against his mouth, pausing to find the right words, “I think you're adorable, you mean I get you all to myself for the whole day, when everyone else is working and being boring mundane adults?” Kurt smiled and hummed into the kiss, eyes lighting up.

“That's the deal, well for as long as you'll-”

“Kurt I'll have you, I'll want you for a lot longer that you can ever imagine.”