A/N:So guys, this is a Blaine POV. I think it needed to do one of those, too, and I really like writing as Blaine. So here you go; hope you enjoy and all that.

Blaine POV

He might've thought that Kurt was beautiful before but it was nothing compared to the beauty he possessed tonight. In the light of the still candle flames, Kurt's skin looked smoother and his fingers ached to reach over, just so briefly reaching over and caress his strawberry-red cheeks. His eyes, though, took Blaine's breath away – or rather, punched his breath out of him. In the candlelight, he could simply see every little tone of green, blue, gray and yellow, and even though he'd never been much of a poet, he knew there could be written poems, maybe even stories, about the magical colors of his eyes, enclosed by long, dark lashes, shimmering stroking his cheeks when looking down. Blaine couldn't comprehend the measure of Kurt's enchanting beauty and he had to remind himself to breathe.

"You really shouldn't have done all this."
Kurt whispered, his fingers fumbling with the rim of the tablecloth.
And yes, Blaine had put a lot work into this but Kurt deserved it, if not even something better. In a private part of a restaurant (yes, Blaine really had his connections) quiet piano music played throughout the room. It had a Lady and the Tramp-feel to it, something so simple but still so romantic; or so does Blaine hope. They sat around a little, round table, two candles placed in striking, silver candlesticks, rose petals thrown across the table.

Blaine poured out expensive white wine into each of their glasses.

"You wanted a date, right? So you got one." Blaine could see the wonderment in Kurt's face, but he just hoped that it was wonderment in a good way. He'd truly do anything to see Kurt happy.
"I know, but just, wow, Blaine, I never imagined you as the romantic type. I'm impressed."
"Well, I'm gonna take that as a compliment but do you like it?"
Kurt giggled shyly. "It's quite amazing." He sipped to the wine.
"Thank you." The sides of Blaine's mouth pulled into a cheerful smile as he gazed at Kurt, watching him carefully, not really able to look away somehow. Maybe it was the look in Kurt's eyes, how he was touched by the scene, or the way Kurt couldn't help but smile and flush whenever their gazes met even just for a second.
"Hey Kurt?" Blaine said as he reached across the table, leaving his hand open for Kurt's to fit.
This caught Kurt's attention and just so slowly – was he shaking? – He placed his hand in Blaine's, their fingers linking. It was like their hands were carved for each other, simply made to intertwine like this.
"Mh?" Kurt muttered as an answer. Blaine put his elbow on the table, resting his chin in his unused hand.
"You look beautiful tonight."
And yes, it was as true as words could ever be, even if Kurt was more than beautiful; it just couldn't be measured in words. Blaine had to say though, that suit and tie didn't do anything bad for Kurt – at all. He'd seen pretty and even stunning people before, seen them everywhere, but never had he wanted them like he wanted Kurt, it just couldn't be compared to anything he'd ever felt before. But forever he'd had to keep it a secret; never could he tell the whole world how much he wanted Kurt in his life, in his heart (and in his bed) just because of this messed up world, because of his messed up situation.

With a wife who might be pregnant.

The apples of Kurt's cheeks flushed feverishly but he just shrugged, shaking off the compliment.
"Don't I always look beautiful?" Kurt said his voice heavy with sarcasm.
"Kurt, if only you could see yourself through my eyes, then you'd know." But Blaine was well-aware of the fact that convincing Kurt how beautiful he actually was, wouldn't be a simple task. He'd tell him over and over just how amazing he was, every day of his life, how completely enthralled and enraptured he has with Kurt.
Kurt just shrugged and asked, "When is the food coming? I'm starving." The last part almost came out as a purr which caused Blaine to think in entirely other terms. He was starving, too, but well...

Before Blaine could say anything, a door was opened and a waiter, dressed formally in an expensive suit, walked into the room, carrying two dishes.
"Good evening. As the starter there'sLotte a L'Imperatriceand baguette. Do you need more wine?" The waiter spoke and Blaine wondered how he could pronounce the French dish so perfectly. The waiter placed the plates in front of them and took off the silver cover.
"No, thank you."
"Enjoy." And the waiter went out the door, leaving Kurt and Blaine to themselves.

"Hope you like fish." Blaine chuckled but had to let go of Kurt's hand to eat the delicious dish.
"Of course I do, du-uh."
And as they ate, the conversation bloomed.

***

"You have a tattoo?" Kurt spurted out, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"Don't make me take off my pants and show you."
Kurt face flushed red once again, but Blaine thought it was so incredibly adorable. ".. Don't tell me you have a fucking tattoo on your ass, Blaine."
"Want to find out?" Blaine smirked which almost made Kurt choke on a piece of fish.
"I'd rather not."
Blaine made a sound mixed between a chuckle and a snort. "Well... Then I shouldn't mention our littletalkthe other day, huh?" Blaine obviously flirted with Kurt.
"What about it?" Kurt raised one of those flawlessly shaped eyebrows. Honestly, Blaine had expected Kurt to freak out about that topic. He figured that it might be the wine.
"Just maybe we should ... You know, talk about this? Where this is going and...."
But Kurt broke Blaine off. "There's nothing to talk about."
"So you don't think this is messed up?" Blaine snapped, the words coming out more sharply than intended.
"Yes it's a fucking mess but what can we do?" Kurt took a deep, shaky breath, causing Blaine to regret immediately that he'd snapped at Kurt.
"I wish I knew, Kurt." It almost came out as a whisper.
"... Can't we just run away? Away from all of this and never look back?"
Blaine didn't even know what to say, he just sucked in a deep breath.
"Let's talk about something else, shall we?" Kurt suggested, showing a faint smile.

And then the main course was served by the same waiter as before.

***

"You play piano, drums and guitar and you can sing?" Kurt exclaimed, his jaw almost dropping to the floor.
"Yeah?" Blaine chuckled by Kurt's reaction. Playing instruments, singing and baking had always been his obsessions since he could remember.
"Whoa. I'd like to hear you sing sometime and maybe... Maybe we could duet?" Kurt inquired.
Kurt was definitely getting braver and braver every minute and Blaine wondered if it was the alcohol or he was feeling more secure in his company. He really wanted Kurt to trust him. But Blaine could easily feel the alcohol rushing through his veins, they'd been drinking two bottles of wine now and his mind were out of focus; these mental pictures of Kurt in unspeakable positions kept appearing and soon enough he had an aching hard on, making him twitch uncomfortably in the seat.
"Yeah. Yeah. I didn't know you could sing though?" Blaine tried to keep his gaze focused on Kurt's instead of picturing him naked (oh, what a sight it would be)
"You could call it my guilty pleasure."
"So you're the rock star-kind-of-guy?" Blaine asked, leaning halfway over the table. He took in every little detail of Kurt's face in order to think about anything but the resounding of his moans. But oh those sounds he'd been making on the phone.

"Yes—oh god, Blaine,"

He was truly losing it.
"To be honest I'm more the musical-kind-of-guy." Kurt admitted, biting his lower lip for a second, leaning in, too. They were not many inches apart. Was he doing this on purpose? Making him crazy with longing for his body; a body he'd never seen but pictured more times that he'd like to acknowledge. But how could he resist? Beneath all that cloth, would be skin as soft as feathers and as pale as pearls, a tiny little waist to grab onto as he would–
Blaine forced himself to take a deep breath.Calm down, calm down, he chanted mentally to himself.
"Imagine it, Blaine, standing on an old school Broadway-scene and sing out your soul..." Kurt got that dreamy look in his eyes and Blaine couldn't help but smile adoringly.
"It's always good to have dreams." Blaine breathed, knowing exactly what he was dreaming about that very second.
"Yeah I guess. But hey, I'm so full; do we need to have the dessert?"
Blaine shook his head; he wasn't really in the mood for dessert either.
"We can leave if you want to but it's not really that late."
"What do you suggest we do then?" The look in Kurt's eyes drove at something and Blaine wished – he begged – that he wasn't wrong in his interception.
"We could go back to my place? She's not coming home tonight."
"She?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow as he emptied his glass.
"Yeah? Patricia? My wife?"
It was obvious that Kurt hated everything about his wife even though they'd probably never met but Blaine couldn't blame him. His relationship to his sister hadn't really been that great after the news about the marriage. He couldn't imagine Rachel touching and kissing Kurt – his Kurt. He had no right to call Kurt 'his', but ... Oh if only he could, if only he'd had luck on his side but he hadn't. Kurt wouldn't and couldn't be his and just thinking about it, killed him. But when everything was falling apart at the seams, he had to be the strong; he had to stand tall and be the man he's supposed to be.
".. Oh" Kurt's mood seemed to drop several inches by the reminder of his wife.
"Hey, Kurt, let's go, we'll go back to mine and... Watch a movie." This wasn't even a suggestion, it was a decision made. So he rose to pull out the chair for Kurt. "Let's get going."
"If you say so." The doubt in Kurt's voice was heavy but Blaine ignored it. He wanted this night to end peacefully and without any sad faces. At least they had the house to themselves since the others were out planning the big wedding and more than likely are to sleep at their grandparents place.
And after Blaine had paid for the dinner, they went to the car.

***

Blaine pulled out a couple of movies from the set of shelves, grinning mockingly.
"Come on, Kurt! Let's watch a movie; I'll protect you from the boogeyman." Blaine teased and clearly Kurt struggled not to laugh. "Come on~" he begged, making an irresistible set of puppy-eyes.
"I hate you so much right now." Kurt mumbled but surrendered to Blaine's powers of persuasion. "But if I break something, I swear Blaine, I refuse to take responsibility." Kurt said as he threw himself onto the bed, burying his face into one of the pillows.
"Maybe you've been drinking just a little too much." Blaine concluded but couldn't help chuckling quietly. Surely he could feel the wine too, but Kurt seemed quite bumped.
"Mmmh," was Kurt's answer, his face still hidden in the pillow.
Blaine turned on the TV and pushed in the DVD and since he suspected that Kurt would be too terrified to watch a horror movie with 3D-glasses on, he changed the settings to 2D before jumping onto the bed with the remote in one hand and dug under the covers.
What surprised him wasn't that Kurt actually focused his attention on the big flat screen TV, but that he just so slowly sneaked closer. This encouraged him to throw an arm around Kurt's shoulder, pulling him into the warmth of his arms. His mind was way too attentive about the fact that Kurt was so close, the smell of the cherry shampoo and mild aftershave (Imagine Kurt with stubbles, for Christ's sake, what a sight!) Kurt's head fitted perfectly in the crook of Blaine's neck and the way their bodies were aligned, touching from chest to feet and one of Kurt's arms wrapped around Blaine's torso. This was way too good to be true, so overwhelming that a thrill went through him, dear god, and it was tickling all the way down in his toes.

Is this what it's like to be in love?

Or just utter desire?

Either way, this was something that words could not describe.

"Your hair smells so good..."
Kurt looked up at Blaine in a way that made his heart soar. Right now the blue in his eyes dominated, reminding him of moonlight, crinkling just a little at the corners which sent an adorable glimmer to his eyes. But hazy as they were, it was obvious that the wine had has its effect. "So does your chest." Kurt replied, as he inhaled the hard leanness of Blaine's chest.
Blaine had to take a deep breath to keep himself under control. Fuck... He truly enjoyed the closeness and comfort of cuddling with Kurt, but after all he was only human, who wouldn't be tempted?
"Thank you I guess?" He managed to say, smiling like a fool. "But watch the movie now." He added and squeezed Kurt subtly closer. Kurt didn't seem to mind, he just nodded and aimed his stare on the screen.

By the time the movie was about to end, Kurt has gotten several shocks and has moved notably closer to Blaine, he'd even swung a leg over one of Blaine's, which had caused him quite a lot of trouble dealing with his half hard cock. Against his thigh, he could feel the contours of Kurt's crotch which made him think that a bucket of ice cold water would've been appreciated but all he could do was grab Kurt's waist tighter and count to ten.
He dealt with it somehow up until the point where Kurt did something that took Blaine by surprise; just so slowly, Kurt turned around, his lips brushing against the soft skin on Blaine's neck, travelling, exploring, until he placed the gentlest but oh-so-passionate kiss upon his throat. Then another one and another one, and with each kiss, Kurt got more confident, making the next kiss just a little wetter or just a little more craving.
"God, Kurt, if you keep doing that..." The huskiness of his voice betrayed his desire. He didn't even get to finish the sentence before Kurt had swung one leg over Blaine, straddling his lap.
"I could feel your cock on my thigh, how it got harder when I rubbed against you..." Kurt whispered into Blaine's ear, his breathing shaky as he nibbled teasingly at the lobe.
For a second, Blaine's vision went black, his brain out of function. It was kind of a surprise that Kurt was capable of talking like that; so dirty, but fuck, if he hadn't been hard before, he absolutely was now. All blood rushed from his head to crotch and suddenly he had a throbbing erection which he guessed that Kurt would notice in a matter of seconds, but he couldn't find it in his heart to care. He was absorbed in the smell of Kurt so close and the awareness of his ass located just above his crotch, this was enough to make him sigh with pleasure – and an intense, undeniable yearning for more.
Blaine grabbed Kurt's waist with one hand and with the other, his fingers traced tenderly along his shoulder and clavicle, then up along his neck, halting to an end by cupping his jaw and tilting his head slightly upwards. When their gazes interlocked, Kurt looked up at Blaine from underneath his long, dark lashes, beaming with sexual energy. Their faces was only a very few inches apart and they could almost taste each other's breath, Blaine inhaling the warm, sweet scent of mint gum (When did he eat gum though?)
Painfully slowly Kurt moved in the last inches, letting their lips touch just so feather light, Blaine in his silent mind gratified that he was lying down and not standing, certain that his knees would've collapsed under him. Kurt's lips reminded him of candy floss, the sugary taste and velvet feeling, his head already spinning and for a second he feared that his heart would flew out of his chest and disappear out the window or that he simply would have a heart attack.

But fuck, he needed more and he needed itnow.

His hand found its way to the nape of Kurt's neck, twisting into the strands of hair as he surged their lips more firmly together. Kurt let out a gasp as Blaine's tongue swept over the seam of his lips, asking for entrance and when Kurt granted him access, Blaine leaned deeper into the kiss, kissing Kurt with his whole body.
Kissing Kurt had always made Blaine feel light-headed and sometimes he basically forgot how to breathe when Kurt's tongue finally touched his. At that point, combine that with the manic pumping of his heart and the blood coursing through his veins in a rush to a place far south; that definitely lead to a severe case of oxygen deficiency which left him panting.
But he couldn't help himself when he began rubbing unsteadily against Kurt's buttocks, blending ragged moans into the commotion of tongues and to Blaine's astonishment, Kurt didn't pull away; quite the contrary actually – he began to push against the hardness of his erection.
"F—fuck, Kurt, so hot, I want you..." He gasped frantically, completely enthralled, captivated and mesmerized by Kurt's perfection – but then again, Kurt wasn't perfect. He had his little flaws, like the way he fidgeted with his shirt whenever he got shy or when his face flushed deep red, or when he laughed shrilly as the awkwardness hit him. When he got so adorably jealous when Blaine mentioned Patricia, but all these little things made Kurt who he was, made him that imperfectly perfect guy that he– that he loved.

Love. Yes, this was definitely love but never would those words slip from his lips, never would his true feelings be exposed 'cause he knew this was a love that could never be. Not now, not ever, and the revelation brought tears to his eyes.

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