Kurt was bossy by nature. He liked to be control. What he hadn't realised though was how much he would enjoy Blaine being in charge when they had sex. Blaine who was usually pretty accommodating to Kurt's frustrations and demands, good naturedly pulling Kurt out of the darkest of moods, seemed to also be able to sense when he needed to be told what to do, in the strictest possible terms.


Kurt had been dreading the talk he and Blaine were going to have to have about Thanksgiving. He wanted a relationship where they'd talk openly about any problems they had, in fact he'd pushed for it, especially after the their recent debacle. Just because he wanted it, didn't mean he was looking forward to it though. It may have been partly the relief that their talk had gone so smoothly that made Kurt hang needily onto Blaine as they made their way back to Blaine's apartment in the crisp night air - that and the promise from Blaine that they may just be about to do things that they wouldn't want anyone else to overhear.


Kurt would have been happy to immediately go straight back home and head into Blaine's bedroom, but Blaine had other ideas, stopping several times on their way back to give Kurt long and thorough kisses, disregarding anyone else who appeared to be in the vicinity. By the time they reached the apartment building Kurt was a thrumming mixture of aroused and desperate to pee, regretting the coffee refills he'd had to calm his nerves. His attempts at getting Blaine to 'hurry the hell up' seemed to make him go frustratingly slower. He didn't want to think about the fact that Blaine might be doing it on purpose.


"Patience, Kurt," Blaine smirked, as he got them through the main doors, ignoring Kurt's shuddering sigh.


Kurt dragged Blaine up the two flights of stairs, rather than wait for the elevator, heading to the bathroom as soon as Blaine got the door open.


"Leave the door unlocked," Blaine called out, picking up Kurt's coat that he'd shucked off onto the floor as he went, "then stay there please baby." Blaine hung both their coats carefully (he knew Kurt would kill him at some point if he found his clothing mistreated) and went into his bedroom to grab some supplies. He hesitated slightly as he opened the nightstand drawer, hovering over the condoms, before deciding to just take the lube with him.


Kurt's head was peering round the bathroom door as Blaine came out of the bedroom. "You seem to be assuming I had time for the etiquette of door closing." Kurt's voice was breathy and high. "You've no idea....," he cut off as Blaine reached the bathroom, sensing he wasn't here for the small talk when he spotted the lube Blaine was balancing between the fingers of one hand.


"Oh," Kurt breathed, reddening self consciously under Blaine's intense gaze.


"Hmmm." Blaine surveyed Kurt's flushed face. "Okay. Get undressed for me Kurt," he said softly. He snapped open the lube before placing the opened tube on the edge of the sink, leaving Kurt with little doubt of what was to come. Blaine then moved to leave the bathroom, adding "...and please don't touch yourself while you're waiting for me." Right. That kind of made him want to touch himself quite badly.


Kurt heard Blaine set his iPod playing in the living room, the calming music a welcome distraction as he peeled off his clothes. Not sure if he should leave the bathroom, he carefully folded his clothes, bending to put the neat pile on the floor in the corner of the room. As he stood again, Blaine was right behind him, having silently come back in the bathroom while Kurt was debating what to do with his clothes. He skimmed his hands down Kurt's back before turning him round to face him. "Mmmm, that was a nice sight to come back in the room to."


Kurt was about to give a snarky retort about the fact that Blaine was still basically fully dressed, having lost only his tie and his socks and shoes, when he was cut off by Blaine moving his mouth over his own. Kurt couldn't help the moan that escaped him as the kiss deepened, growing louder as Blaine grasped his cock firmly, jerking him up and down a couple of times before letting go of him completely. "Blaine," Kurt whined, berating the loss of Blaine's hand.


Kurt reached forward to start unbuttoning Blaine's shirt, panting lightly in desperation with his need to be close to Blaine right now. "Kurt," Blaine breathed, running a thumb across Kurt's nipple, enjoying the gasp it drew from him. "Can we please just lose the condomtonight? If you don't want to that's fine, but we're both clean.... and I really want to feel you."


"Yes... yes okay." Kurt slipped Blaine's shirt off his shoulders, letting it carelessly slip down to the floor. "I"d love that. Let's do it......You're seriously over dressed though.." Kurt smirked, gasping as his words were quickly cut off by Blaine rolling his balls in his fingers.


"In the bathroom? Are we going to do it in here?" Kurt questioned, his voice coming out a little higher than intended as he glanced at the lube Blaine had left by the sink, casually stroking his cock without realising what he was doing.


"Oh yes Kurt," Blaine smiled as he began removing his jeans, teasing Kurt with his tight black briefs that he kept on. "Right in front of the mirror.... spreading your gorgeous legs for me. I want to see all of you, you're just so sexy."


Kurt's stomach swooped.


"Remember. No touching yourself," Kurt was reminded. He quickly removed his hand.


******


"One good thing," Kurt remarked as they curled up in bed later, "it's not far to go to the shower when we have sex in the bathroom.... maybe would should do all shower worthy sexual activities in the bathroom. Then when we'd normally feel too tired too get to the shower... especially if we're going to be forgetting condoms now... well it wouldn't be a problem."


"Shower worthy sexual activities?" Blaine chuckled, "Does that include sweat, or just when we're covered in come?.... That was so good without the condom by the way..... so .different. I could feel you so much. I could feel everything so much more. I can't wait for you to take me bare.." Blaine felt his cock springing back to life at the mere mention.


"Yeah? It was pretty awesome." Kurt hitched his leg up over Blaine's thighs, letting Blaine feel his own rapidly hardening erection. "Maybe we should take round two actually into the shower."


*****


Kurt was feeling a little nervous as they made their way to NYADA for the first day of production rehearsals, but he needn'thave worried. Kurt had forgotten just how much he loved college life. For him, it had always been somewhere he truly felt like he fitted in. Differences were celebrated rather than ridiculed, and well if you did have the odd tantrum, it was just put down to your artistic temperament. Oh how it suited him.


He'd only been back in college for less than half a day and already he felt like he'd never been away. To be fair, college productions were kind of the fun part, and he was sure he wouldn't want to have to sit through boring lectures ever again or stay up half the night finishing off assignments. His theatrical costuming classes had been one of his favourites, being able to combine his love of fashion with his flair for flamboyance. These days the most creative he got on a day to day basis was artistically swirling foamy milk on the top of someone's cappuccino. He felt like he had come home.


Mid morning when Blaine placed a soft kiss on his forehead and a cup of coffee on his work table he was happily lost in reams of bright pink silky material. "You doing alright?" Blaine asked him softly, crouching down beside his chair so they were almost level.


Kurt's eyes were bright and shiny as he nodded. "Thank you for this," he whispered, gesturing at the room his was in.


"Hey, you don't have to thank me. I'm glad you could come though. It's really helped us out here, as well as meaning you and I don't have to be apart over Thanksgiving." Blaine pressed his lips against Kurt's, wanting to deepen the kiss, but this really wasn't the time or place.


Kurt stroked his hand over the fabric in front of him in wonder. He'd missed the luxury of doing something he really enjoyed with a passion, something all consuming. He looked Blaine in the eyes. "Thank you really though.... not just for this, but for knowing me. For saving me..." he said quietly, unable to help his eyes filling up.


"Oh Kurt..." Blaine pulled him into a hug. "I'm so proud to know you my darling."


******


A little later, Mrs Parsons, already delighted with how much Kurt had managed to help her and her students out already, sent Kurt out to the auditorium to take a sneak peek at rehearsals. After lunch they were going to be doing some fittings for performers who weren't needed on the stage, so it was a chance to get a feel for the production.


Blaine was currently hammering out a piece of music on the piano, whilst simultaneously directing a small army of other musicians that were providing the accompaniment for the current song and dance routine that was on the stage. Kurt had never truly seen Blaine in action. Sure, he'd seen him play piano and sing on his own, or fiddle on the guitar with his own arrangements but to see him running this whole thing was amazing. There was no doubt, he was born to do this ... and more.. as Kurt knew he was also an accomplished song writer, and he really was a generous hearted person who would do anything for anyone.


Kurt had pushed his own singing and performing to the back of his mind, writing himself off of having any success in making it in the theater. Many rejections and harsh comments about his singing voice and somewhat effeminate appearance had made him turn his back on everything he used to love, but suddenly he wanted nothing more than to sing - with Blaine. Why should he let other people dictate what he did? Music made him happy and even if he couldn't share his singing with as many people ashe'ddreamt of, that was no reason for him to stop altogether.


While Kurt was having an epiphany, someone slipped into the seat beside him, their presence barely noticed by him. "Hey Kurtie poo."


Feeling warm and pliant after the morning he'd had spent in the theater department, Kurt couldn't even bring himself to be his usual snappy self as he turned to look at Sebastian in the seat next to him. The best he could offer was a roll of his eyes as he looked at the other man's annoying grin. When he thought about the way Blaine had woken him up this morning, tangled in his bedsheets, he couldn't even be bothered to think of Seb as a serious threat.


"He's really good, isn't he?" Seb smiled. "Talented, smart, charismatic and a genuinely nice person. You're a very lucky man Mr Hummel."


Kurt smiled slightly in disbelief that these words were coming from Sebastian's mouth. "I know, I am." Then, "You've changed your tune."


Seb gave a loud laugh, throwing his head back. Kurt thought they were supposed to be discreetly watching rehearsals rather than being in danger of disrupting the whole thing. However, it seemed everyone was either used to Seb's antics, or great at tuning out any other noise as it didn't even earn a look from the director running the show.


"For goodness sake... you two are just the hottest couple ever. It's even hotter that you can't keep your hands off each other, even when you're trying not to...you're just so obvious. I mean if you're like that in public, I'd give anything to see what you must get up to behind closed doors. I've no intention of trying to get between you both when it's a far bigger turn on watching your mating dance." Seb smirked as Kurt's face grew red. "Although Idosecretly love those bitch glares you give me when I'm anywhere near your man."


"Hi." Kurt was startled by Blaine's voice as he slid into the seat on the other side of him. Kurt hadn't even noticed rehearsals stopping and breaking for lunch. "How're you doing?" he asked Kurt softly, looking between him and Sebastian. He leaned over to kiss Kurt chastely, running a hand up Kurt's denim covered thigh, finishing dangerously close to his crotch. Kurt's breath hitched as Blaine left his hand there, pressing down lightly.


"Cute," Sebastian muttered, looking down at Blaine's hand on Kurt, noticing the growing bulge in Kurt's jeans as Blaine's thumb began to trace a line over Kurt's hip. He shook his head as he gave a small chuckle, "Dirty... but cute."


******


They were both on a high as they made their way back to Kurt's apartment after rehearsals. Tomorrow they'd need to go grocery shopping for all the food they would need for the ever growing Thanksgiving dinner they were hosting. It seemed that every day there was someone new to invite. Nobody should spend Thanksgiving alone though, especially when you lived in a highly populated city like New York. Once Kurt had decided he was staying in New York, he'd thrown himself into planning the meal, and as far as they were both concerned, the more friends that came, the merrier.


Today though was just for them. Blaine was buzzed from playing and performing, whilst Kurt was just floating having reacquainted himself with a part of his life he'd put on hold. So despite the fact that it'd been a long day, neither of them felt particularly tired. In fact Kurt was enjoying the break from the coffee shop -he'dalready arranged cover for work whenhe'dthought he was going home for Thanksgiving, so he thought he might as well leave that in place. They hadn't really spent much time together during the day today even though they'd been in each others' radar, and considering how things could've turned out they were grateful for even that.


They nonchalantly strolled home hand in hand, casually recounting various things that had happened during the day. "Rachel's outtonight," Kurt commented as they made their way up to the loft apartment.


"That's nice... for her," Blaine caught Kurt's eye, winking at him, "Or... for us."


"Hmmm." Kurt nodded.


*****

After wrestling for dominance on the couch, a determined Kurt won. Blaine lay back, panting heavily, his jeans and underwear gone. Kurt's mouth was wrapped securely round his cock, driving him completely and utterly wild. Kurt held down Blaine's hips, stretching his mouth to take Blaine right in, his eyes watering at the intrusion. As Blaine's cock hit the back of Kurt's throat he cried out, "Kurt... oh my god," giving up any form of control as his legs flopped open and his fingers and toes curled into the couch cushions. With virtually no warning he threw his head back, coming down Kurt's throat.


Kurt palmed himself through his jeans, sighing in relief as the wet warm mess spread in his underwear. He'd hate it later, but at the moment it felt like bliss. He moved up over Blaine to make him taste himself with several languid kisses, before sprawlingunceremoniouslyon top of him with exhaustion.


"Bath?" Blaine chuckled, as Kurt began to wriggle at the discomfort of his clothing. He propped himself up on his elbows to look at Kurt. "Or pizza?" Blaine offered.


"Bath... But tired," Kurt muttered into Blaine's chest.


"I promise you won't have to do a thing," Blaine said, gathering Kurt into his lap as he sat up. He hugged Kurt in close as he rocked them both gently from side to side, making soothing noises as he went.


"You're seriously gonna send me to sleep if you keep doing that," Kurt smiled, his head against Blaine.


Blaine's laugh vibrated through Kurt's body. "I'm going to take care of you. You deserve it. You've just given me a fantastic orgasm.... Which Iobviouslycan't return right at this moment."


"I can tell you're smirking without even looking at you," Kurt huffed, poking a finger at Blaine's chest. "It's not my fault if you're so goddam sexy... And the way you say my name when you're about to come... It kind of tipped me over the edge."


"Well this 'stud' here is going to carry you to the bathroom if you so desire, give you a luxurious, relaxing bath and then order you the takeout of your choice. This is all about you."


"Oh my god. Who even uses words like 'stud'.."


********


"This bubble bath smells quite...fruity.. or flowery or something," Blaine remarked as they lay back in the bath, Kurt's back flush against his chest, surrounded by foamy bubbles.


"Unsurprisingly it was a gift from Rachel," Kurt said, tipping his head back to try and look at Blaine. "She always goes for the dramatic."


"I'm not sure I want to be thinking about Rachel while we're frolicking naked in the bath," Blaine remarked, kissing the top of Kurt's head.


"This is frolicking?"


"Well.." Blaine paused. "Technically, not yet, but we will be.." He reached round to stroke Kurt's currently soft cock, delighting in the way it immediately grew a little under his touch. "It's all part ofmerelaxingyou."


Kurt flipped himself over so they were chest to chest. "Hmm." He huffed a small laugh, "this feels a little awkward ... but I wanted to see your face." Kurt moved in to kiss Blaine on the lips. "And do this."


"I'm glad you enjoyed today," Blaine said, smiling, running his fingers through Kurt's hair. "I mean, I had a feeling you would, but I couldn't be sure."


"Oh I really did.. And it made me realise something. Well, lots of things actually, but I realised that I really really want to sing something with you.. If that's somethingyou'dlike too."


"Kurt.." Blaine pulled Kurt into him tightly. "You've no idea how much I've longed for you to say that... And funny enough, I've got the perfect song.."

*******