Blaine kept his eyes trained down towards the bowl sitting on the table in front of him out of fear more than anything else. He could practically feel the daggers shooting from Kurt's eyes across the table towards him and as gorgeous as the man in front of him was, he could be terrifying if he wanted to be. Blaine's eyes jumped up for less than a second and the look he saw was even scarier than he thought, making him shift in his seat and slow down his bites.

"How can you be eating right now?" Kurt grumbled, clearly furious at the man across from him and adjusting the bag of ice he'd been given on his forehead.

Blaine just shifted more and stayed in his little curled over position to hide, clearing his throat. "Well, I'm hungry.." he whispered, knowing right away by the groan Kurt let out that that was the wrong answer.

"What, do you just do this everyday? Am I just another Saturday to you?" Kurt snapped, crossing his arms and huffing. "I wouldn't be surprised, your morning after seemed pretty practiced."

Blaine dropped his spoon suddenly and looked up, a hurt expression on his face that made Kurt regret what he said. He wasn't one to harm a puppy. "No.. I'm not like that, I swear.." he whispered.

The taller man let out a little sigh and got up, running his hands through his hair and thankful for the fact Blaine had given him clothes. At least he wasn't stuck with some perv. "I.." He let out another sigh and rubbed his aching head gently. "I'm sorry, Blaine, I didn't mean it like that. I'm just.. confused." he said, glancing Blaine an apologetic look and walking back down the hall the way he came, half expecting and hoping he'd find Blaine Anderson following in suite, but with a glance over his shoulder he realized he was just fantasizing. It was just some hook up, he needed to get over it. People did it everyday, he could do it for once.

Blaine stood up slowly and watched Kurt walk away, feeling guilt bubbling up inside him. He had always been very apologetic, ever seen he was little. Sometimes he just didn't understand that not everything was his fault. He slowly padded over towards the small kitchen behind him in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, tugging open the refrigerator door and looking inside.

As Kurt stepped back out into Blaine's kitchen in his own clothes from the night before, trying not to focus on how many wrinkles his new silk shirt had, he kept his head down and fiddled with his tie. He took a deep breath and cleared his throat to gain the other man's attention, looking up and pausing in surprise. Blaine was standing there working away busily, packing up a little breakfast he cooked up and piping hot coffee in a travel mug, whipping around and pausing a bit as he looked at Kurt.

"Oh, uh, you're going now?" he asked, very well knowing the answer as he walked back to the table and slipped the food onto it, nibbling on his bottom lip.

Kurt nodded slowly and slipped his long arms into his jacket, humming reluctantly. "Yeah.. It's almost noon and I have work tonight so.." he whispered, wondering why he told Blaine that. He could've made up anything but he couldn't bring himself to lie to the frankly adorable man in front of him who nodded and hummed in understanding.

"Oh, right." he said, offering a little smile and slipping the food over closer to Kurt. "I figured you might get hungry later and no sense in wasting money if you could just get it here."

Kurt watched Blaine, head tilted to the side as he saw how sheepish he was being, like he felt he'd get rejected and shot down for trying to be polite. "Thank you. That's actually really sweet." he whispered back, smiling a bit as he scooped up the plastic dish and mug.

Blaine's shoulder relaxed and he looked back up at Kurt, nodding and humming lightly. "No problem."

The two stood in the quiet kitchen with only the ticking of the clock and the soft hum of a radio in the next apartment over to fill the empty air, both men shifting their weight from one foot to another and fiddling with their hands, not wanting to be the one to say goodbye.

Kurt's hand fidgeted more than Blaine's, his fingers edging around the container in his hand, and it was almost as if he didn't want to be holding it. Suddenly the dish was slammed down on the little wooden table and Blaine's head shot up. He heard a little mumble of "Fuck it.", before there were lips hard on his own and hands tangled in his hair.

Blaine let out a little squeak and put his hands on Kurt's hips, backing up at the other man's command and running right into the wall. Kurt kept a firm grip on Blaine's loose and dangling curls, tugging lightly to hear Blaine loud a soft deep moan that made Kurt's knees actually feel week. Blaine tried to push away from the wall but only found himself getting pushed back so Kurt could get a deeper kiss, making him chuckle deeply. He pulled away and Kurt just huffed, moving over to mouth at his neck.

"You know," Blaine panted, tilting his head back to allow Kurt better access, "The bedroom is the other way." he said, a little tease obvious in her voice. Kurt just blushed in the most gorgeous way and pulled away, licking his pink swollen lips. "Good point." he growled, his voice deeper than before.

Blaine couldn't help but moan lightly and laugh as Kurt tugged him by the front of the shirt back towards his bedroom, tugging the door handle and hearing it slam shut. This was going to be fun.

***
Kurt fell back on the bed beside Blaine about an hour or so later, both of them panting and chuckling giddily, trying to catch their breaths enough to even consider moving.

"Well," Blaine started, "I certainly wasn't expecting that. Don't get me wrong, it was not unwanted."

Kurt let out a little soft giggle, rolling over and taking deep breaths as he tried to do something to keep his hair out of his eyes. "I was just being a good civilian, you see." he said, earning a hum from Blaine as he raised his eyebrow. "Oh really? Do go on." he encouraged with a chuckle as he rolled over as well to better see Kurt.

"Well I gave you a headache and everyone knows orgasms get rid of headaches." he said as he nodded at the fact, making Blaine tip his head back and laugh loudly. "And three orgasms just help all the more?" he quizzed, moving closer to tease Kurt into a kiss. Kurt's cheeks got a bit more flushed than they already were and he cupped one of Blaine's scruffy cheeks, leaning in closer. "Exactly."

Neither was sure how long they stayed like that, just kissing and tracing out each other soft and still somewhat sweaty skin like Blaine had been in the morning, it was too peaceful to really care. Eventually the sounds of lips pulling apart and the not-so-clean white sheets rustling were overpowered by the buzz of a phone, making Kurt groan and pout as he rolled over, picking it up and holding it to his ear.

"Hello?" he asked, voice thick and a bit scratchy from not talking for so long.

"Where the hell are you?!" a voice shrieked from the other side of the line, making both men jump and Kurt close his eyes to hold back from screaming right back at the woman.

"Rachel Barbra Berry, did no one teach you to use an indoor voice?" he hissed, shooting Blaine a look that said 'I'm sorry my best friend is so annoying, I swear she can be decent.'. Or at least he hoped it did. Blaine just smiled a bit and rolled so he was half on Kurt, kissing along his collarbone and ghosting his lips along his skin gently, making Kurt sigh happily.

"That is not important right now! What's important right now is that your boss keeps calling to yell at me that you're not at work, you missed all of our classes today, and Santana's been driving me insane because I don't know how to control her like you do!" she absolutely screamed.

Kurt half listened for a moment, too occupied by the feeling of Blaine's lips sucking on his sensitive skin to care about whatever Rachel was whining about. "Mhm, that's nice, Rach." he mumbled, hearing the girl groan and huff in frustration. "What the hell are you on, Hummel, did you hear one word I said?!" she screeched with the same tone as usual. "Of course I did. My boss is calling you and yelling beca-..." his voice trailed off before he could keep monotonely repeating what she listed off, and he shot up in the bed, causing Blaine to smack his head and fall back against the pillows groaning.

"Really? Again?" he said, wincing a bit as he touched his forehead. Kurt winced slightly and bit his lip. "Sorry!" Within the second he was on his feet and scrambling for clothes, resting the phone between his ear and his shoulder. "Next time he calls tell him I'll be there soon, I promise! Bye!" He said, hanging up and throwing the phone onto the bed as he bounced into his skinny jeans Blaine had spent so much time and effort getting him out of.

"I'm so, so sorry, but I have to go! My boss is such an asshole and for some reason he can't just call another waiter in to do my shift I'm late, he just calls non stop until I come in." He said, tossing his clothes on and leaving his tie undone, rushing out towards the kitchen and grabbing the barely even still lukewarm coffee that was still on the table.

As he eyed himself warily in the mirror by the door and tried to look at least half decent, Blaine slipped out of the bedroom calmly in a pair of sweatpants that hung low on his hips, holding out Kurt's phone. "Here." he said, making Kurt spin around and sigh in relief. "Oh, thank you." He said, taking it and tugging Blaine in for a deep kiss, pulling away far too soon for either of their likings and taking a big swig of coffee. "Bye." He said simply, hurrying out the door and running down the apartment stairs towards the streets.

Blaine stood alone in the doorway with a cold coffee that had been shoved into his hand and a little confused look on his face. "I.. Bye.." He said in a whisper. He found himself waiting for a moment, almost hoping Kurt would come running back up the stairs with his number or an address or anything, but when nothing happened he just closed the door and looked down disappointedly.

Kurt walked out into the cold streets and held his coat tighter around his body, looking both ways and deciding he had no freaking idea where he was before he hailed a cab and jumped in, almost yelling the address and leaning back. That's when it hit him. He just.. left Blaine. Not a phone number or anything, and he looked back the way he had just come in the bright yellow taxi. "I hate my boss.." he whispered, groaning as he dropped his head into his hands. The cab driver looked at him in the rearview mirror, huffing out a little laugh. "That makes two of us, bub."