He pressed Kurt against his bedroom wall, marking his neck with hickeys and lust, causing the pale man to let his name escape from his lips. Theyd been together for a week and a half, functioning on lunch dates and stolen moments in Rachels absence. He knew that she would disapprove of their relationship but he was going to enjoy the enigma with the addictive lips while he could.

"I wanna take you out tonight,on a date." he said in between kisses and well-timed hip movements.

"Somewhere fancy? Or somewhere casual?" Kurt asked,his voice breathy he kissed down Blaines jaw and moaned as he felt him grind down on his hips.

"Whatll make you happy?"

"Being with you." They both giggled like little girls at this and locked their swollen lips together. They kissed a while longer, hands exploring, lifting up t-shirts and tugging at the waistband of sweatpants.

A sudden noise and a nasally voice broke their secret paradise. "Blaine get dressed! Were going out!" Kurt dropped his head in the crook of Blaines neck and wished him a fun day with his sister.

"Ill pick you up at 8,dress fancy." He said to a flushed Kurt before emerging from his room to see an overly-excited Rachel.

"We are going shopping!" She squealed which he later found out translated to ‘hold my bags while I buy everything I can get my hands on. But in the end he was glad Rachel had dragged him out. He came back from the mall with a few bow ties and a new jacket and had gotten to spend what resembled quality time with his sister.

He arrived home an hour before Kurt would come back from work. Jumping into the shower he was glad the apartment had a hot water, something his flat in Maine lacked. He let the water run down his body and enjoying the calming sensation thats source was the rusty shower head that hovered above him. He ran his fingers through slick and unruly curls that had broken free from the gel that contain them. He stopped wearing his hair cemented down with pounds of gel after he entered medical school. There it was less about being the dapper boy from Ohio and more about being the competent doctor who could diagnose cervical cancer without stuttering or reviewing his textbooks.

Stepping out of the shower he wrapped a fluffy yellow towel around his waist and looked at himself in the mirror. He knew him and Rachel have the same father and different birth mothers but she was able to know hers and it always got to him that hed be missing part of his heritage. He gave himself one last look in the mirror before sliding a bit of product through his curls and exiting the bathroom.

He heard Kurt enter the apartment,chatting with Rachel giving him enough time to confirm their reservation for the night. He had picked today because he knew Rachel have late night practice and would probably be staying over Jesses. He tossed on a pair of black briefs and a nice pair of black slacks when there was a knock on the door. "Blaine can you listen to me do my vocal runs before I head out?" Rachel asked, a small pout on her face. "Kurt wont do it because he said I dont need it." He at the clock and saw that it was only 6:45.

Youve got 15 minutes which turned into 25 before he managed to get her out of his room and two rehearsals he realized that he didnt have a shirt on and that his time was wasted on Rachels vocal exercises instead of staring into Kurts lust filled eyes. He grabbed the freshly pressed and starched purple button down from his closet and his black and purple bow tie he bought on his shopping trip with Rachel.

He put on his shoes and took a long look at himself in the mirror before walking over to Kurts room. He had only been in the room a few times but it was his favorite room in the house. The walls were a mint green and covered expertly in photos and playbills, posters and memorabilia. It was a little alcove of Kurt and he loved it.Kurt had told him that he never let anyone in his room, a ‘no Rachels zone is how he defined it, so he was honored to be allowed in the younger man sanctuary.

Kurts face emerged from the opening in the door, a smile on his face and his hair pointing in a million different directions."I dont know what to wear!" he breathed out. Blaine laughed a little and Kurt swung open his door. "is it fancy fancy or like nice fancy?" Kurt asked, but his mind wasnt focused on fashion crisis when he saw Kurt pacing in only a pair of bright red boxers. Strong legs that he hadnt seen like this emerged from the fabric, he looked like an Olympic runner and the more he thought about what those legs could do the less he thought about the difference between fancy fancy and nice fancy. "Babe?"

Instead of answering he lunged forward and tackled Kurt onto the bed, attacking his mouth with hungry kisses. Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaines waist pulling them closer. They kissed until the air around each other was neither one nor the others. "Nice fancy not a tux, but not business casual." Blaine breathed out before exiting the room, Kurts laughter echoing behind him.

Few minutes later Kurt came out of his room with perfectly coiffed hair,dressed in a moss green suit, a crisp white shirt complimenting the outfit.Blaine knew it would prove to be a difficult night not taking him in the middle of the restaurant. "You look amazing." He said his voice breathy and quiet.

Kurt blushed raspberry red and walked towards him. "Ditto." he replied with a kiss. "Now tell me where were going." He just laughed and grab Kurts hand, leading him out the door to their first date.