To say that Blaine was shocked would be an understatement of the year. As his eyes got used to the sunlight, he took in his surroundings and came to the conclusion that the man must have drugged him because there was no way he was in the shop one second and on the stairs of Dalton the next one.

Having had no previous experience with drugs or hallucinations, the lawyer tried not to lose his mind as he observed the place. He was sure his mind travelled to his former school and he could have sworn he had just seen Thad. Blaine shook his head, trying to get out of the dreamy state.

When people talked about illegal substances, he always imagined that everything would feel like being wasted just with a bit less sense of reality. However, it all seemed to actually exist. He could hear students chatting excitedly about something, he could feel people bumping into him and a few actually smiled their greetings at him. Looking around Blaine noticed his old friend David and against his better judgement, followed him to find out what was going on, even if it was all just a trick of his mind.

"David?" he tried to speak and found out his voice sounded normally. "What's going on?"

His fellow Warbler looked at him confused. "What do you mean? We are getting ready for the impromptu performance in the senior commons. Don't tell me you forgot, Blaine!"

Blaine decided to play along with his imagination. "Which song are we singing?" he asked timidly.

"It's 'Teenage Dream' and you know it damn well as you've been bugging us for a long time to sing it," David said and looked at him with worry. "Are you feeling alright? I could tell the council that you can't perform if you aren't; everyone would understand."

The lawyer was about to respond that he did feel rather ill but then he decided to go with the flow and see where his imagination would take him. "I'm fine. We should get going if we don't' want to be late."

They reached the room just in time to hear Thad speaking. "–lesson for them that you don't fuck up with the Warblers."

His words were greeted with some agreeable mumbling while a few of Blaine's former friends, including Wes, shot disapproving glares.

"Yes, he did come here to spy but it's not a reason to beat up the guy," the Asian council member said.

"What's going on?" Blaine asked, a cold feeling settling in his stomach.

If the Warblers were really planning to sing 'Teenage Dream' it must have been the day he and Kurt met, the day Blaine sang to him and had coffee together. However, in his head he talked to David and didn't meet Kurt on the staircase.

"Some guy got into Dalton wearing a stupid imitation of the uniform. Before he could get to us Nick noticed him and we recognised him to be a member of the New Directions," Wes explained.

Blaine swallowed audibly as he feared for what was coming. "And what you said about beating up someone?.."

"A few guys here decided to teach him a lesson," the council member explained with irritation in his voice. "Anyway, we don't have much time. Let's start the performance."

"Kurt," Blaine whispered and turned around in a hope to find the boy in the parking lot.

As he turned, he heard a car honk and he was no longer in Dalton.

Instantly the lawyer recognised that he was back in New York and he was probably no longer under the influence of the drugs. Thinking that he must have been wandering around without knowledge of what he was doing, he began to feel sick – anything could have happened to him and he wouldn't have been aware of it all. If he had any saying in it, Blaine would never take drugs again.

For a few moments the curly haired man considered going back to the shop and demanding some answers from the Asian man. He needed to know what substance he was forced to take so that he could look up lasting side effects. Not to mention that he needed to take the man's details so that he would know who he was suing.

However, he remembered that he had an angry husband to come back to, and after contemplating for a bit longer decided that it would be for the best to go home and go back to the shop the following day if it was open on Saturdays. Straightening his suit the lawyer walked down the street still looking around for a perfect gift for Kurt, even though his mind kept going back to what have happened not long ago in the creepy shop and the fear that he had experienced when his imagination created the story of what would have happened if he hadn't met Kurt on the stairs of Dalton. The thought of Kurt being beaten up by his friends was already too much and he thanked his subconsciousness for not making him actually watch that 'happening.'

At that moment Blaine felt happier than ever that they actually met the way they did.

Being that deep in his thoughts about the beginning of their friendship, the man almost tripped over nothing.

"Careful, sweetie," a melodic voice came from behind him, the voice that Blaine would be able to recognise anywhere, "these pavements should be more even, they are hazard to people who aren't watching where they are going."

He turned around to see Kurt looking at him with a small smirk. "Um, are you talking to me already?" he asked confused to see his husband willing to forgive him so quickly and without a real apology for whatever Blaine had done.

It was weird to see Kurt there at that hour. Usually he preferred working on his designs in the evenings as it was the time when inspiration usually hit him so he tried to be home with some drawing paper and pencils ready.

"Why wouldn't I want to talk to you? You are my favourite man on Earth," Kurt winked at him seductively and stepped closer.

"Well, just this morning you were pissed at me and gave me a silent treatment because I got drunk and you made me sleep in the guest room, so I was thinking it would take a while for you to talk to me."

"A foreplay? I like it," Kurt grinned ignoring Blaine's confusion. "You see, I realised that I care too much about you and not talking to you was killing me."

Blaine smiled at the man and took his hand. "I hate it when we fight," he said and gently kissed his husband.

"Get a room!" some teenager yelled and both men laughed.

"You know, it's a good idea," Blaine said in a low voice. "It's been way too long since the last time we fucked and I missed touching you."

Kurt hummed affirmative. "I like the idea of make-up sex and I want it right now so I think it would be better if we got a room in one of the hotels in this area because our home is just too far from here. Please, I won't be able to wait any longer."

Blaine pressed himself to Kurt and whispered, "Neither will I. Come on, let's find a fancy expensive hotel and spend the whole night there with no sleep like we used to."

"Yes, please," Kurt said and kissed the man.

They ended up going to a hotel around the corner, holding hands but not speaking much as Blaine was afraid his husband might change his mind if he wasn't careful about what left his mouth.

The room was spacious as the lawyer didn't care about the price and it was all worth it when he saw the smile on Kurt's face as the other man saw a large bed with soft sheets.

"You are spoiling me, good sir," he grinned and pulled Blaine towards the bed. "Now, I remember you promising some wild fucking."

Blaine smiled and captured Kurt's lips into a heated kiss that ended up with the lawyer lying on top of his husband. "Too many clothes," he whispered and started undressing the designer.

"So impatient," Kurt laughed as he helped Blaine to remove his t-shirt that was thrown somewhere onto the ground.

Slightly confused Blaine looked at Kurt, who didn't care that his precious piece of clothing ended up on the ground. Actually, he was the one, who threw it. Nevertheless, there was no time for questioning his husband when he was lying right there, getting hard just for him and the 'do not disturb' sign on the door handle let everyone know what was happening in the room. Blaine couldn't remember being that turned on for a very long time.

He pushed his hips against Kurt's thigh and moaned. "Want you so bad," he said and starting mouthing the man's neck, his right hand re-familiarising itself with his husband's body.

After spending some time caressing the man's left nipple without rushed movements Blaine lowered his hand a little and something caught his attention. He looked down at Kurt's body and saw a wide scar close to his belly button.

"What's this?" Blaine asked as he had never seen this scar before. He didn't even know when or how Kurt got it.

"Um, a scar?" Kurt offered. "Now, can we go back to what we were doing? I'm really horny right now and I need you to take me."

"Of course," Blaine said and unbuttoned his husband's pants. "I haven't seen these clothes on you before. Are they new?"

Kurt laughed and helped Blaine in his conquest to remove the tight pants. "Not really."

"Is the trashy look in the season or something? Because these don't look like something you would normally wear. And there are way too few layers."

"Yeah, sure, it's a new fashion," the man giggled and started unbuttoning Blaine's shirt. "Oh, I'm sorry to break our foreplay but I needed to tell you that I increased my prices. You know, with inflation and all..."

"Prices?"

"Yes. I started charging forty bucks per hour for casual sex and if you want some kinky stuff it will cost extra for you. Though, don't worry about the foreplay because I won't charge you extra for that. So, I think you should decide what you want before we proceed."

"Is this some kind of a joke?" Blaine asked and pushed himself up to sit down on his heels.

Kurt sighed. "I'm sorry but the man has to make his living. I need to pay my bills and get food on the table somehow."

"Oh my god, is this your way of getting back at me? It's not funny," Blaine said angrily and got off the bed.

"Look, fine, I will make you a discount this time just because you are my favourite client," Kurt said and came to hug the lawyer, pressing hard at his hips to show how much he wanted him. "I will make you feel so good; you know I always make it worth every dollar that you pay me."

Blaine pushed Kurt away, grabbed his jacket from the floor, and put it on, not even looking at his husband.

"You know, I was planning to apologise properly for whatever I did to you and now you pull this sick stunt," he muttered angrily, his eyes shooting daggers. "I'm leaving now. I would appreciate it if you didn't come home tonight. The room is paid for so you can stay here and do whatever."

"Hey, you owe me–" Kurt began but Blaine couldn't hear him anymore as he had already shut the door close and walked away quickly.

On his way he bumped into a janitor, who was cleaning the floor. "Sorry," the lawyer mumbled and continued walking.

"It's quite alright, quite alright, young man," the janitor responded kindly and Blaine stopped.

He turned to see the man as he had remembered that voice and those particular words. "You! What have you done to me?!"

The man smiled at him ignoring an unfriendly tone of Blaine's voice. "I don't know why you are upset. You were looking for a perfect gift for your husband and I'm just helping you to get it. Isn't it why you visited my shop in the first place?"

"I didn't go to your shop so you could drug me!"

"Interesting..." the man considered Blaine's words for a moment. "I never drugged you. Why do you think I did such thing?"

Blaine frowned angrily; he wasn't in the mood for jokes. "Because I had a hallucination about my old school and it felt real as if I was really there."

"It's because you were," the man, whose name tag said 'Ming,' confirmed and took a bottle of some cleaner getting ready to continue his work.

"It's impossible," Blaine snorted.

"Nothing is impossible," Ming said and touched Blaine's shoulder.

An already familiar feeling overcame the lawyer and in the matter of seconds he was gone.