Blaine couldn't quite pinpoint his emotions as he busied himself at work the morning after his dinner at Kurt's apartment. All he knew was he felt happy. He'd been absolutely exhausted when he'd arrived back at his own apartment last night, which luckily meant he'd fallen asleep pretty quickly, basking in the afterglow of knowing he was going to be going on a date with Kurt Hummel. That and the memory of the small, but sweet chaste kiss they'd shared when they had said goodbye at Kurt's apartment door, Kurt's slender hand cupping Blaine's cheek as their lips met.

When he'd woken this morning, as well as waves of euphoria washing over him, nerves were also setting in. Last night had been perfect - and now Blaine had to go to work and see Kurt again - in fact in less than hour. He hoped things wouldn't feel awkward between them. All he had to do was to go to work and be himself. He and Kurt had become good friends over the weeks so it should be easy...except now there was an anticipation of possible things to come...wonderful things... Horrified, Blaine realised he'd been absentmindedly stroking himself while letting his mind wander onto 'possible things to come'. His early morning erection had quickly turned into something that didn't seem like it was going to go by itself. This was not a good thing just 45 minutes before he had to see Kurt.

After just a moment's hesitation, and a vision of Kurt in the jeans he'd worn the night before flashing before him, Blaine gave in with a loud sigh and slipped his hand down the front of his pyjama pants. Even in private Blaine was usually too much of a gentleman to start jerking himself off, but then along came Kurt, sending him off on a wonderful, unfamiliar path. He sighed again, laying back, staring at the ceiling, grasping his aching cock in his fist. He groaned loudly as he began moving his hand, thanking god that he lived alone at the moment. Just as he got himself into a steady rhythm his phone began to ring beside his bed. He nearly didn't answer it, and in hindsight maybe he shouldn't have.

He blindly grabbed his phone. "Hi," he breathed, as he clumsily accepted the call.

"Blaine. It's Kurt."

'Shit' he thought. He hadn't even got out of bed and the day was already going wildly wrong. "Kurt. Hi," Blaine said trying to keep his voice steady, slowing his hand down as much as he was able to. That didn't really help he quickly realised, as slowing down magnified every sensation, making him curl his toes into the mattress. He gave a small groan at the heightened sensations coupled with the irony of it being Kurt on the phone.

"Are you okay Blaine?...you sound a little odd..."

"Fine.. Yes..Fine.." Blaine panted.

He felt Kurt hesitate slightly. "Okay....Look I'm sorry if it's a bad time, but I was wondering if you could call in to the pharmacy for me before you come in to work this morning. I can feel a headache starting, and I want to take something for it before it gets too bad. If you can't don't worry, but I thought it might be easier.."

"Okay.. No..prob..lem." Blaine stuttered, bucking his hips. He really wasn't going to last much longer. He just wished Kurt would end the call quickly.

"Thanks so much. I think I'm just a bit tense. Nothing that a good massage wouldn't sort out but for now medication will have to do." Kurt laughed.

That was it. Naked Blaine giving naked Kurt the massage of his life was all he could see in his head, and he somehow managed to squeak out a goodbye to Kurt and end the call, before coming hard over his fist.

If Kurt had thought anything about the peculiar nature of their phone call this morning, he luckily didn't mention it when Blaine arrived at the shop. Blaine was still cringing at the recent memory, blushing each time he thought of it.

Kurt had kissed him lightly on the cheek when he handed him the pills he'd got at the pharmacy, thanking him profusely. But apart from that everything seemed the same as ever. It was a strange feeling, the knowledge that he was kind of promised to Kurt for their date next week.

They maybe shared a few more light touches and smiles than they would have done before, and Blaine realised that if Kurt caught Blaine watching him he didn't have to pretend he wasn't any more. They hadn't even been on a date yet, and already Blaine could tell this felt so right, his stomach swooping whenever he remembered Rachel's show next week.

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Later that day when Blaine was rehearsing in the college practice room, fine tuning his set list for his next performance at the bar, Blaine remembered with a gulp that Kurt, Rachel and Santana were all coming to watch him perform tomorrow night. In the excitement of Kurt asking him out it had slipped his mind.

Supposing Kurt hated his performance on Friday, Blaine worried. Kurt loved musicals, especially big Broadway numbers. What would he think of Blaine's set - most of which was probably classed as romantic slushy ballads. He'd probably think the songs Blaine had written himself were rubbish too - a couple of them written years ago when Blaine was in high school. Kurt was a graduate from NYADA who would know quality when he heard it for heaven's sake, and half the time Blaine probably just sounded like a school boy singing in his bedroom at home.

Blaine knew he had a tendency to worry. Since knowing Kurt he seemed to find a lot to worry about, every worry involving Kurt. He honestly couldn't imagine what he used to worry about before Kurt. His worrying was more of the nature of what Kurt would think about everything Blaine basically did and everything Blaine basically said. He knew he was being ridiculous as Kurt seemed to like everything he did and said, but Blaine couldn't help it. In fact Blaine couldn't help a lot of things around Kurt, and he was loving feeling slightly out of control when they were around each other.

Blaine hoped that Kurt wasn't fed up with Blaine calling in to the shop to see him on his way home from college all the time. Even though Blaine had his doubts, it was like a magnetic pull that he had no control over. No amount of worrying could stop him from pushing the shop door open on his way home, and heading into the comforting haven he now knew and loved so much. And then of course as soon as he saw Kurt, any doubts drifted away completely as he was greeted with the kindest smile that Blaine had noticed was reserved only for him.

Blaine methodically chopped up salad while Kurt prepared the rest of their dinner. "I hope you don't feel like you have to come to watch me tomorrow night." Blaine watched as Kurt's eyes widened and a range of emotions flashed across his face. Blaine could sense the disappointment Kurt obviously felt, and Blaine immediately regretted what he'd said, but it was too late to take the words back now.

"It was just that Santana kind of ramrodded you into it, and I didn't want you to feel like you had to come." Blaine tried to back track slightly.

"I want to come. Definitely. Unless...you prefer I don't." Kurt smiled, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. Blaine noticed of course, and suddenly felt sick.

"Yes..no." Blaine took a deep breath. "I mean..yes I would love you to come. The 'no' was I'd not prefer you not to come." Blaine sighed, lowering his voice slightly, "it might not be your sort of music though.."

Kurt turned to look at Blaine. "Really Blaine! Do you really think that. I know I'll love it - music has been my life for years, and not just the type of music I sing myself...plus I know I'll love it, because ..well because it's you."

"I'm just being silly," Blaine huffed. "Please just ignore me..of course I want you there. It just may not be as exciting as you think it's going to be."

Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine, pulling him in for a hug. "You're right about one thing," Kurt said quietly, close to Blaine's ear, " you are bring silly... And anyway, who says I want exciting?"

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Laid back on his bed later that night, Blaine thought about Kurt. They'd had a good evening tonight, after Blaine's initial act of stupidity anyway. Normally Blaine would text Kurt a few night time texts, but at the last minute thought he'd give him a 'goodnight' call instead. Blaine was just about to give up after hearing the phone ringing his end for quite a while. He'd come to the conclusion Kurt must either be asleep or busy - perhaps he'd text after all - when he heard a breathy 'hello' from Kurt's end.

"Sorry if it's a bad time Kurt."

"It's fine." Kurt sounded more relaxed. "It's nice to hear from you.."

"I know we sort of covered it earlier, but I wanted you to know how much I do want you to come to watch me tomorrow. I just feel bad for thinking you were going to come because you felt you had to, when I'm not sure that's what I did really think..."

Kurt was quiet as he listened to Blaine's ramblings, something he often did when he was nervous Kurt had noticed. Kurt spoke after a short pause. "How much Blaine ?" He spoke slowly. " How much to you want me to come?" Blaine could feel Kurt smiling teasingly into the phone.

"Alot." Blaine sighed, "really alot." Blaine could hear Kurt breathing. "Were you asleep?" he asked hesitating slightly. " I thought I may have woken you up."

"No, I was awake...although I wouldn't have minded if you had woken me up. I was literally about to step in the shower. Really literally about to." Kurt's voice seemed to lower an octave.

"Oh.." Blaine guessed Kurt may be naked. Visions clouded his mind. "Sorry," Blaine breathed down the phone, images of the shower hitting the taut body that Blaine imagined Kurt hid underneath his clothes, flashing before him. "I'll let you get back to it..back to your shower.." Blaine strained to sound normal.

"Blaine. It's fine. Talk to me."

"Oh, uh.. What are you doing now?"

"Just lying on my bed Blaine. Talking to you.. Mind you it's getting a little cold, considering my clothes, or lack of..."

There it was again. Blaine gently stroked himself through his thin boxers. He groaned inwardly, hoping Kurt couldn't tell what he was doing. Even though he knew this wasn't a sensible thing to be doing while he was still on the phone, he couldn't stop - didn't want to stop.

"What are you doing Blaine?" Kurt asked knowingly. Then he paused for a few moments. "I wish you were here with me, Blaine," Kurt whispered.

"Ahh," Blaine sighed loudly, no longer caring as he reached inside his boxers, groaning as he ran his hand rapidly up and down his shaft. "Kurt!..Kurt! Please."

"Blaine... Is this what you were doing when I was on the phone to you this morning?"

"Y..es. Oh y..es," Blaine whispered.

"Fuck. Fuck... I wish.. I..was...with..you..now," Kurt stuccatoed, as he pumped his own cock firmly, envisioning what Blaine must be doing to be whimpering on the other end of the phone. "What do you want me...to do for you?"

Blaine groaned deeply, picking up pace with his fist. "Touch me..touch me Kurt."

"Touch yourself for me, Blaine," Kurt panted. They both chanted each other's name, too far gone to be embarrassed. "Come for me Blaine," Kurt cried out. Blaine obliged, with a slow drawn out groan.

Hearing Blaine, Kurt followed suit, just managing not to cry out to Blaine how in love with him he was.

They both chuckled as they came down from their highs. "Wow," Kurt giggled.

"Yes. Wow...I don't know how I'm going to face you in the morning, after..after that" Blaine blushed to himself.

"Blaine. Please don't feel like that. That was ..that was special. It's just you and me...and we need never be embarrassed with each other," Kurt soothed.

"Okay.." Blaine huffed. "Just... Well.. Does that tell you how much I want you to come and watch my performance tomorrow?"

Kurt laughed loudly. "I think it does. Although you might have to tell me again sometime.."

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Blaine was pretty thankful the shop was busy when he arrived for work the next morning, as he had no idea what he was going to say to Kurt. If Blaine had felt embarrassed about turning up for work fresh from jerking himself off thinking of his boss the day before, it was nothing compared to how he was feeling this morning.

He and Kurt worked comfortably around each other for the first hour or so, coping with the early morning rush. Without any warning, the rush was over and the shop was empty. Blaine didn't have a chance to think before Kurt was there behind him, circling his waist with his arms. He brushed his lips against Blaine's neck before speaking. "Blaine...thank you for last night. I know you're probably embarrassed..."

Blaine huffed.

"And maybe so am I if I think hard enough about it...but it was so good...."

"It was good," Blaine conceded. "It's just..well we haven't even been on our first date yet. Should we even be doing that kind of thing? It's not something I've ever done before." Blaine whispered the last part.

"Me neither," Kurt said quietly. "But..I loved it."

Blaine was slowly realising that a relationship with Kurt was going to be something different to any relationship he'd had before. Thoughts of Kurt already occupied his every waking moment and no matter how much Blaine saw of him, it never seemed enough. In the past he'd had boyfriends that he'd dated a couple of times a week, and while it had all been lovely at the time, he'd never experienced the intense craving he felt with Kurt. It was he who'd phone Kurt last night, only a short time after having dinner with him at the shop - and that was only a few hours after having worked with him all morning...Blaine Anderson was pretty much in love with Kurt Hummel.

"Kurt," Blaine breathed, Kurt still pressed close behind him. Blaine turned to look at Kurt. "I loved it too...so much.."

*****

Surprisingly Blaine didn't feel nervous as he prepared to go on stage at 'Lionel's' that night. He probably should be, after all not only were Kurt, Rachel and Santana here to watch him, but Sam, Nick and Jeff were in the audience too. Blaine was going to have to introduce them, he knew, and going by the opinions they already had about Kurt he wasn't looking forward to it. Kurt was everything to Blaine, and his friends needed to get to know the man who meant the world to him. Once they saw the 'real' Kurt, he was pretty sure they'd all get along fine, but he wasn't looking forward to the initial introductions.

The bar was busy tonight, Blaine noticed, but he'd already seen where Kurt was sitting. Each time he looked up at him during his performance, Kurt would be looking right at him, drinking him in. Blaine dedicated his last song of the night to Kurt, one of his own compositions, suddenly not sure if they were 'boyfriends' so instead calling Kurt a 'special friend'. Blaine was pretty sure that having phone sex with someone made them more than just friends. Blaine didn't care, Kurt was just Kurt, and he was his. They looked at each other through the whole of Blaine's final number, never breaking eye contact. This song was for Kurt, and as far as Blaine was concerned he could have been the only person in the room.

As soon as Blaine left the stage he knew where he was going. Kurt stood as he saw Blaine approaching the table, crashing their mouths together as soon as they were close enough, and kissing him hard. This was the first time they had done anything but a few polite chaste kisses, and all the sexual tension poured into the kiss, regardless of who was watching. Kurt begged for entry with his tongue, Blaine eagerly obliging, his whole body thrumming.

When they eventually remembered they weren't alone, and reluctantly pulled away from each other, they kept their faces close for a few more moments. Kurt just wanted to tell Blaine how amazing his performance had been and how amazing he was, before they had to socialise with everyone else. "Please Blaine... Come home with me tonight.. Please," Kurt breathed. The words weren't what he'd planned on saying, but everything he wanted.

"Yes," Blaine whispered without hesitation, "yes, I'd love to."

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