They all but ran from the ballroom, feeling only fleetingly guilty about making such a scene but as they fell into a cab just outside, all remorse flew from their minds. Blaine was grinning so wide that Kurt barely had time to yell Blaine's address at the driver before he was hauling him in for a kiss. It wasn't much of a kiss, lips barely brushing due to Kurt's wide smile and Blaine's quiet giggling. Eventually they gave up, opting to just rest their foreheads together and tangle their fingers together between them on the back seat. "I love you so much." Kurt said squeezing Blaine's hand gently. Blaine's eyes fluttered closed and he breathed a sigh looking content and radiant as the city lights flashed across his face from the city outside. "I love you too." He replied, his smile softer as he leant back in for a kiss, slow and teasing, leaving that sweet burn coiling in the pit of Kurt's stomach.

"Buying that suit was the best idea I ever had." Kurt whispered leaning in to bite at Blaine's jaw. Blaine smiled, tilting his head back with a gasp. "Oh yeah?" Blaine replied breathily. Kurt only hummed in response, working a mark into the skin just below his ear. "I-I think I have a better one."

"Hmmm?" Kurt hummed questioningly as he pulled back.

"When we get home, I think you should help me take it off."

~*~

The apartment seemed unnaturally still when they unlocked the door. Kurt's tie was loose around his neck and Blaine's bowtie was undone, shirt untucked and hair a mess. It was the loveliest thing Kurt had ever seen. He was still smiling, cheeks flushed as he sauntered toward the fire escape singing under his breath. Kurt stood for a minute, watching from the lounge as he leant against the railing, moonlight and neon signs throwing shadows across him. He watched as he stood there, shivering slightly in the October chill, wondering why he didn't see it sooner. One word circled through his mind as he went to join him, wrapping his arms around him like he had so many times before.

"What's your opinion on soul mates?" Kurt asked nonchalantly, heart beating as fast as the pulse of the city around them. He couldn't take his eyes off Blaine, watching as his eyes fluttered closed and he leant back into his arms, fingers tapping an idle rhythm against Kurt's wrist. "Before I met you I would've stuck my nose in their air and told you it was a saccharine cliché that couldn't be true, even if I was secretly praying I'd meet mine one day." Blaine said with an amused smile, his eyes still closed and his voice still quiet - barely audible above the sounds of passing cars and distant parties. Thinking about it Blaine had dabbled with cliché before, he was an artist, estranged from his parents and living in a tiny health and safety hazard of an apartment, he was living the beginning of every gritty romance novel. It was bizarre that thanks to Kurt, in many ways he actually was.

"But I'm a massive cliché, a blasphemous bohemian almost. So soul mates? They exist and I'm so happy I found mine." Blaine's smiled so wide turning in Kurt's arms and waited as Kurt attempted to swallow the lump in his throat. "That is the grossest thing anyone has ever said to me." Blaine's laughter was muffled by Kurt's lips upon his. He crowded him against the railing of the fire escape, a persistent hand at the small of his back encouraging him to arch into him with a whimper. Inhaling sharply, Blaine broke the kiss, still clutching on to Kurt's shoulders.

Startled Kurt made to pull back but Blaine whined, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck. "No no no I just we need to talk before we- you know, get carried away." Blaine rushed out.

"Right yeah," Kurt said quietly, smiling in relief and shifting from foot to foot. "Talk yeah."

Blaine looked down bashfully. "I'm sorry I ran when- when Niall said what he did. I know that you love me I know I promise. It's just- he's not the last person that's gonna think that you're too good for me or I'm too young  or that I'm just using you for your money or fame or whatever. And I'd understand really, if you wanted more." Blaine didn't look up from where his eyes were glued to the metal beneath his feet. "You're such an idiot," Kurt said, tilting Blaine's chin up to look at him, "you're everything I want and more. I've messed this up so many times that hell I'm surprised you're sticking around. I don't care about what other people will say, or what they'll think. I love you, Blaine Devon Anderson, and don't you forget it." Blaine was quiet for a long time, sniffling intermittently.

"You always make me cry you fucking asshole." He chuckled wetly. Kurt took his hand and lead them back inside into the warmth. "Sorry" he said quietly, looking as Blaine blinked up at him with molten gold eyes, "at least it's not because I broke your lamp this time."

~*~

They eventually made it to Blaine's bedroom, giggling as they kissed and grabbed at each other, tripping over wayward sketches and materials as they went. Blaine cheekily pushed Kurt down onto the bed with a kiss before turning and disappearing into his bathroom. Panting, Kurt took off his shoes and socks before spread eagling out on the bed grinning from ear to ear as he waited for Blaine to return.

He rolled his eyes at the sound of the shower running, but not long later Blaine came back into the bedroom smirk firmly in place as he held on to the towel on his hips. There was no hesitation in his eyes, as Kurt leant up and took away the towel, hands moving to skim the damp, smooth skin of his hips. "You should be wearing fewer clothes." Blaine said quietly as Kurt brushed his lips against his sternum. Kurt rested his head against Blaine's chest as he threaded fingers through his hair. He was relieved that he could hear that Blaine's heart was beating just as fast as his own. Blaine's skin was smooth and the smell of him was intoxicating. For a few moments all he could do was hold on, mapping the flawless tanned skin with his palms, disbelieving that any of it was real, that this man held him as his soul mate, as Kurt held him.

"As nice as this is," Blaine said his chest rumbling as he spoke, "I really think you should be wearing fewer clothes." Kurt chuckled and finally let go. He leant back to pull off his clothes whilst Blaine knelt on the bed watching him with a hungry gaze. As soon as Kurt's clothes hit the floor Blaine was climbing into his lap, kissing him hard and filthy with a barely restrained whine. "God" Kurt panted as Blaine's cock brushed his abdomen. He grabbed his ass as Blaine bit his lip, soothing the sting with his tongue.

They kissed frantically, gripping tight and bruising skin as they moved together. "Want you." Blaine muttered against Kurt's lips. He fumbled for the lube in the draw and hummed against the skin of Blaine's throat in triumph. Moments later Blaine had pulled back rising on his knees as he snatched the lube from Kurt's grasp with a devilish smirk. He was flushed from collar to navel, his dark hair wild and his pupils blown. His cock hung heavy in front of him, flushed red at the tip and glistening. Kurt felt as if his skin was on fire, eyes unable to look away from Blaine's as he coated his fingers and reached behind himself.

He let out a low moan as his index finger circled his rim and Kurt was in agony. Kurt longed to reach out and map every inch of him, but the look in Blaine's heavy lidded eyes told him no, to sit back and watch. So he did, he watched as Blaine fingered himself open, one hand holding himself steady as the other helped stretch him, fill him. By the time he'd reached three he was a wreck, lips parted and a whimper passing them with every pump of his fingers. Kurt could see the desperation in the line of his jaw and the pleasure in the scrunch of his brow, the frustration that that spot was just out of reach.

Kurt was sweating, his hands clenched in the sheets as he watched Blaine work himself over. Blaine arched his back with a cry, seemingly lost in feeling and Kurt snapped. He leant forward and pulled Blaine too him, kissing him fiercely. Blaine fell forward with a start, hastily wiping his hand on the bed spread before climbing back into Kurt's lap, his hands framing his face. "Please." Blaine whispered, rising up and positioning himself before sinking down onto Kurt's cock. They stilled, holding tightly to one another, breath harsh and damp against already sweat slick skin.

Kurt could feel the ache down to his bone, could feel the power in Blaine, even so undone, so vulnerable he was strong, unwavering as he began to move, slowly at first, feeling Kurt moving inside him, filling him up over and over. Kurt could do nothing but worship him, hearing Blaine's moans and gasps and whimpers echoing in his head as he sucked marks into his clavicle and pressed bruises into his hips. Blaine's back arched, his head thrown back as he slammed down, riding Kurt relentlessly, he felt his thighs start to burn but ignored it as the pleasure built and flared. Kurt thrust up into him, brushing that spot inside of him almost every other thrust. "Love you." Blaine panted, gripping Kurt's shoulders and leaving crescent shaped marks there with his finger nails. "Fuck, fuck me come on baby."

"So close." Kurt mumbled back, grabbing Blaine's hair roughly and dragging him in for a kiss, mouths wide and lips slick and bruised a cherry red. Blaine whimpered long and high as Kurt slammed into him, eyes screwed shut until the pleasure peaked and crashed through him. He came in thick pearly ropes, smearing against Kurt's abdomen. He rode it out, whispering for Kurt to come, to fill him up until Kurt screamed, his cock pulsing inside him as he came, vision blurring as Blaine still moved slowly over him.

Kurt's head thumped back against the headboard, his eyes closed and he smiled as he heard Blaine's deep chuckle. He shifted and they both hissed, prompting Blaine to slip off of him and fall to the side, reaching for a tissue to clean them both up. Kurt just lay there, smiling stupidly with his eyes closed until Blaine came back and snuggled up next to him, his head resting on his chest. Kurt automatically wrapped his arms around him, holding him close.

"We are so gross right now." Blaine said quietly, his voice low and rough in the irresistible way it always was after sex. "Shower in 5." Kurt replied, finally opening his eyes to look down and wink at Blaine "Don't let us fall asleep."

~*~

They fell asleep. Only for ten minutes but they still felt disgusting. Tired and sated they dragged themselves to the bathroom and showered together before throwing the sheets from the bed and settling back down.

In the quiet of Blaine's bedroom the events of the evening at the ball seemed almost insignificant. Blaine lay in Kurt's arms, no longer dreading the dawn but waiting for a new day with the love of his life and Kurt was likely doing the same. "Did you ever think," Kurt started, "that we'd ever get here?" Still slightly disbelieving that Blaine had forgiven him one more time. After a long pause Blaine replied. "I think Maggie did. She always knew what we didn't. She just wanted us to find our own way; though it hurt us both I think she thought it would be necessary so we could get to this point. Where we're happy and in love."

"God Maggie was a wise one." Kurt remarked.

"If by wise you mean a wiseass." Blaine added chuckling.

"I love you." Kurt said simply. "I don't think I've said it yet without some heartfelt speech but I do, love you I mean."

"I know."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

‘"To live would be an awfully big adventure."'