Kurt was more than happy when he woke up late that Friday morning. Life had settled down again. Earlier in the week, Kurt was plagued by the severe case of writer's block. He still had huge plot holes that needed filling. But late that Thursday night, he was struck with sudden inspiration, sat down at his desk, and wrote furiously. One less worry. The next morning, as the sun streamed in, casting a golden hue to the room, Kurt stirred from under the mess of covers on his bed. He laid there, enjoying the warmth and comfort of his bed. Fridays were easy on him, the performers were usually at dance rehearsals and his staff had their own agendas to maintain. One day a week Kurt could find relief from his hectic and demanding schedule. He was happy enough already with the reduced stress. One more problem that was no longer his. But the main reason he felt good? Today, well today Blaine was coming over for dinner. Kurt, with his perfectionist ways and a need to impress Blaine, had to make sure everything was perfect. Dinner was first on his to-do list. He ran to a little food store a few blocks away that he favored. It was rare for him to find something he didn't end up liking there. Not only was the food delicious, but it was fresh and organic, too. That pleased Kurt immensely. Grabbing just the key ingredients, Kurt made the visit brief. He knew how easily distracted one could get in this store. It had happened to him one too many times before. He got home, hastily storing the groceries away for later and started cleaning. To anyone else, the apartment was flawless, but for Kurt? Nothing seemed to please him. Furniture was always out of place, the tabletops couldn't be polished enough, and how the hell do these wrinkles keep appearing?

A tone signalling a text message broke his concentration. He propped the broom he was just using against the wall and reached for his phone. Blaine's name was glowing on the screen and Kurt couldn't stop the smile that formed on his face.

What time should I come over? the message read. Six thirty too soon? Kurt asked. Only a few seconds had passed before the reply. Perfect! See you then!

Kurt bit his bottom lip. What was it about Blaine that both scared Kurt and excited him? Scared because Kurt never wanted to push the boundaries. If anything were to go wrong, it would be damaging not only to the relationship he wanted to establish, but also the career that he had worked so hard to achieve. Excited because Blaine appeared to be mildly interested in him. Sure, being involved with Broadway, gay men were plenty. Whatever brief fling Kurt had with them was fun-and if he was lucky, a potential scene- but it lacked something he could never quite place. Blaine seemed different, though. From the moment he walked on stage, Kurt knew this curly headed boy was unlike the others. And that intrigued him.

All the preparations led to this. He had tried on seven different outfits. He spent three hours meticulously cleaning and another in front the mirror. He had prepared four dishes, downed a couple glasses of wine to calm his nerves. He even tidied the apartment some more. It was all for this. And finally, it was six thirty. Kurt was practically pacing around the apartment, waiting for Blaine to arrive. Traffic in the city often times was painfully slow and Blaine was possibly stuck in the middle of it. This thought only stressed Kurt out more. A matter of a few minutes seemed to be hours for him, but eventually there was a knock at the door. Kurt jumped up and checked himself in the mirror once more before opening the door. Blaine stood there, his hands clasped behind his back. "Hi," he greeted him, a warm smile on his face. "Hi," Kurt said back. "Come on in!" Blaine walked in, looking around the apartment. "Huh," he murmured as he shrugged off that leather jacket Kurt loved so much. "What?" Kurt asked, puzzled. He was trying to hang the jacket on a coat hook that wasn't already occupied by his many coats and scarves. "Nothing," Blaine admitted, shaking his head. "I just expected your apartment to be messier, that's all. Writers' apartments usually are." As Blaine turned his back, Kurt couldn't help but smile. All that hard work paid off. "It smells amazing in here!" Blaine sighed. "Well then, let's eat!"

Blaine stood by the table, waiting for Kurt to come sit down with him. That enthusiastic smile of his was still beaming at Kurt. He couldn't help himself from returning the expression. They sat down at the table together, a full meal spread out before them. "You could have been a chef in your past life," Blaine laughed, his eyes darting from one dish to the others. "Oh, stop," scoffed Kurt, waving away the compliment. "I get all my help from the stars of Food Network and their stunning cookbooks." Not wanting to be rude, Blaine was waiting for Kurt to start eating. A few second passed before Kurt realized this. "Oh, go ahead. Eat!" encouraged Kurt. Blaine hesitated, but took a bite. He shot Kurt a look of approval, and it was then that Kurt finally relaxed. He smiled with pride and started to eat as well.

After dinner, the two sat on the couch in the living area of Kurt's apartment. They had kicked off their shoes and poured more glasses of wine. Blaine and Kurt conversed like old friends, reconnecting after a long time. Their conversation never grew dull or uncomfortable. Kurt sat, his legs curled up next to him, a glass of wine in his one hand. Blaine sat facing him, cross legged on the couch. "And Rachel was so determined to get the green body paint off before going out to the after party," Kurt laughed, remembering his opening day of Wicked. "I could tell she was so angry with me for not being more patient!" "You guys are close," Blaine noted. Kurt nodded, smiling as he took a sip from his wine glass and setting it down on the table. "We are. She's a great girl. I think you'd really enjoy her," he said. "Well, maybe someday you can introduce us! We could go out for coffee or something!" Blaine suggested. "I have to warn you though," Kurt said, rolling his eyes. "She's as clueless as she is talented. You'll be just another man I'm dating and that will be the end of it. You won't have a chance to talk for a long time." Blaine smiled halfheartedly as his mind trailed off.

"I'm sorry, by the way," he whispered after a moment. "It's really okay, Blaine. I didn't exactly handle it well either." "At least better than I did!" Blaine noted. Kurt paused, pretending to think it over. He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Come on," Blaine cried. "I was only joking," laughed Kurt. Kicking him playfully, Blaine joined the laughter. "I know you were," he stopped, thinking again. "What if you hadn't? Do you think we'd be alright still?" "Eventually, yes," Kurt stated without hesitation. "How are you so sure?" Blaine asked, his eyebrows knit together. Kurt could feel the color rushing to his cheeks. Regretfully, he had said too much. "No, answer it!" Blaine whined childishly. Kurt only shook his head. Maybe Blaine didn't notice how hard Kurt was blushing. "Then why is your face so red?" a smug Blaine asked. So he did notice. "It's because I'm so handsome, isn't it, Kurt Hummel?" he crooned. Flashing a winning smile and batting his eyelashes, he took Kurt's hand. Kurt pursed his lips, stifling a laugh. Blaine scooted over next to Kurt, sitting on his feet now."What's so funny, Kurt?" he whined childishly. "You must know the effect you have on men!"

At that statement, Kurt scoffed quietly. "No, I do not, Blaine Anderson." "But you do!" Blaine cried. Kurt, usually not one to be modest, was calling this bluff. "Fine. Then tell me the effect I have on men." Blaine sat up a bit. "Well," he drawled, "for me, when I first saw you, my heart kind of sped up." Kurt blushed deeply. Kurt couldn't tell if it was the wine talking at this point or not, but either way, this was fun. "Go on," he laughed, not even bothering to hide his smile anymore. Blaine smiled back before continuing. "And I couldn't swallow. I tried, but I couldn't. My throat just dried right up. Also, my breathing got real shallow." Kurt nodded, his face smug. Blaine sighed before continuing."You were so beautiful. Kurt. You messed up. I wanted to show off at the audition, remember that?" The smug look disappeared. That was true. Suddenly, he wasn't so sure if Blaine kidding anymore. "I remember," Kurt mumbled in small voice. He cleared it, not wanting to show a loss in composure."You dropped your papers," he said a bit more loudly. "Yeah, I tried so hard to impress." "You did a pretty good job," Kurt admitted. "And remember when you were talking to Jesse St. James after the auditions?" Blaine asked. Kurt looked at him, remembering more clearly now, and said yes. "I was insanely jealous. So much. And I couldn't be distracted with someone like you. Career first, then dating. But...," he trailed off. "But what?" asked Kurt, curiously. "Well obviously it didn't work."

Kurt swallowed hard. Time for his confession."You know how I told you why I gave Jesse the role?" he asked. Blaine's brow furrowed as he replied in the affirmative. "Well, I lied. I couldn't fall in love with my actors, could I?" "You-what?" Kurt sighed, blushing again. "Tell me," Blaine prodded. "I gave the role to Jesse so I could go for you!" he blurted out. Blaine smiled, half in shock. Relieved that he finally got that off his chest, Kurt smiled back. "Now are you going to kiss me or am I going to, once more, have to take charge?" When Blaine didn't respond, he reached for the boy's face and pulled it to his, his lips pressing against Blaine. He must not have registered what was going on, because it took him a second to kiss Kurt back. Kurt's hands cupped either side of Blaine's face as the kiss grew more passionate and frantic. Blaine had to push slightly on Kurt's chest to stop for air. "I didn't know you felt the same way." he panted. "I didn't either." "Tell me the affect I had on you," Blaine whispered, his thumb running along Kurt's jawline. "You honestly don't know?" mocked Kurt. Blaine leaned over Kurt, forcing him to lay down on the couch. "Watch yourself," Blaine warned playfully. Only Blaine could be so attractive and yet so childish at the same time. Kurt licked his lips, and began.

"I had my attention as soon as you first walked in." As Kurt finished the sentence, Blaine placed a small kiss on the side of Kurt's neck, just under the jaw. It caught him a little off-guard. But he continued.

"I thought you'd be like everyone else, but you weren't. You were so different." Another kiss, this time located on the opposite side of his neck. Kurt started to understand the pattern. He kept talking, wanting those warm, soft lips against his skin.

"And when I found you in the rehearsal room and we went out for coffee after? Blaine, I was so happy." Blaine moved up, placing a kiss on Kurt's left cheek.

"So happy I found some reason to find out more about you. And when I had writer's block? Just a reason to go out with you." Kurt could feel Blaine chuckle softly as he kissed his right cheek. But Kurt wanted more, so he took a shot.

"You know that jacket you wear? I find it so hot. Ridiculously hot. The way it makes you look? Oh," moaned Kurt. Blaine sat up so he could see Kurt's face and beamed at him. His cheeks were flushed and Kurt couldn't tell if it was from the compliment or the combined body heat from the two. Either way, it made that already adorable face all the more appealing. Kurt reached his hands up to Blaine's chest, moving them slowly up to his shoulders before gently pulling the boy to him again. Heat and tension slowly built between the two as the kiss grew fiercer. Before Kurt knew it, Blaine's tongue was in his mouth. Normally, if any other guy did that, it turned him off. But Blaine, oh God. Blaine was way past the point of turning him on by now.

Wanting more contact, Kurt gripped the shorter boy's waist and brought him down closer to him, their erections rubbing together. Blaine moaned softly against Kurt's lips. He reluctantly pulled away, lifting himself up on one arm. He locked eyes with Kurt, his lips parted slightly as he drew in quick, jagged breaths. "Oh, God, you look so hot right now." Groaning, Kurt nudged Blaine. "Come closer," he whined. Blaine chuckled as he ducked his head down to Kurt's neck, placing soft kisses on the sensitive skin there. His head rested on Kurt's hipbone, tracing it delicately. Waves of pleasure rushed over Kurt. That simple touch felt amazing. Instinct took over and Kurt's hips rutted up against Blaine's, revealing to Blaine just how hard he was Embarrassed, Kurt growled lowly to himself. Luckily, Blaine was just as hard, and responded by grinding back down on Kurt. The two suddenly fell into the same rhythm, hips rising and falling together. Each boy desperate for more contact, more friction. Both were breathing heavily, sweat beading on their foreheads. Kurt threw his head back, basking in how great Blaine felt against him. Gaining confidence, Blaine started sucking on the sensitive skin below Kurt's ear. Kurt just about lost it. At the rate this was going, he wasn't sure how much longer he'd last. His hands flew up to Blaine's hair, running his fingers through that curly mess of hair. If the situation was different, Kurt would go off in a tangent about the hair products he'd want Blaine to use and how to style it certain ways. But not right now. Definitely the wrong time for that.

Blaine turned his attention away from Kurt's neck. He kissed Kurt, biting down gently on his lower lip, causing him to moan softly. Slowly Kurt dragged his fingers down Blaine's spine, who shivered at the touch. One of Blaine's hands went to cup Kurt's face, the other tugging at the hem of Kurt's shirt. They broke the kiss for only a moment, sliding off their shirts and letting them fall carelessly to the floor. Just as Kurt was curling his fingers under the waistband of Blaine's pants, Kurt heard his phone ring. He flinched a little out of habit. It could be an emergency about the play. Blaine groaned in disappointment. "Forget it," growled Blaine. "But-" Kurt tried protesting, but Blaine's lips were now encasing his, silencing his worries. However, the phone rang again only a few seconds later. "Blaine," he mumbled after he broke away. "Two times usually means an emergency." Sighing, Blaine repositioned himself so Kurt could wriggle free.

The call was from Puck. Confused, Kurt answered the call. "Kurt!" Puck screamed from the other end. Puck's voice was drowned up by loud, incoherent noise. "What? Noah, where are you?" Blaine perked up at the mention of his roommate's name. Kurt's slightly frightened look alerted him that something was wrong. Leaping from the couch, he stood next to Kurt, trying to listen in on the conversation. It took a while before Puck talked again. "Kurt, Blaine. I can't reach him. Where is he? I need him now!" It became clear to the two of them that Puck was inebriated, what kept them on the line was the panic in his voice. Sure, Noah Puckerman was known for his drunken pranks, but he never pulled a stunt like this. "What's wrong, Noah?" "Where is he?" Puck hollered, ignoring the question. "He's with me. He's safe, if that's what you're wondering!" Kurt replied, his heart was racing now. "Stay there. Don't leave!" And the phone abruptly went silent.