To Kurt:
OMG, call me asap!!!

He hoped Kurt would get the text and be able to call him soon. He was dying to tell someone, but he didn’t want anyone else to know until he actually got hired.

From Kurt:
Are you okay? Can’t talk until lunch.

Before Blaine had finished reading the text a new one popped up.

From Kurt:
You aren’t hurt are you? Did you jump off the coffee table again?

To Kurt:
I’m never gonna live that down, am I? It’s nothing like that. It’s good. Talk to you at lunch.

Blaine sighed and lay back on the bed. He felt a mixture of anxiety, relief and excitement. He was anxious about the interview process, but so relieved they wanted to see him. He was very excited to think that he could actually be commuting with Kurt soon… and paying off his enormous student loans.

He did a little more organizing while he waited for Kurt’s lunchtime call. The phone had barely begun to ring when Blaine answered and spoke animatedly into the phone.

“I have an interview on Wednesday at Vogue!”

“Oh my god, Blaine, I knew it! I knew they would want you for an interview. Tonight we can go over your wardrobe and I’ll tell you all about my interviews. You’ve so got this!” Kurt exclaimed.

Those words kept repeating in Blaine’s mind all through his shift at the restaurant. Kurt’s positive attitude was rubbing off on him. He found himself humming and singing under his breath while he worked. His shift passed quickly and he even enjoyed chatting with a couple co-workers before he went home.

As soon as Blaine walked in the apartment at the end of the day he was attacked by Kurt. Kurt hugged him fiercely and kissed him hard on the mouth.

“Hello to you, too,” Blaine said as they pulled apart. He looked up and saw that Kurt had already pulled a couple of clothing options from his closet. He picked the outfit that would make him feel the most confident and professional.

Kurt poured them each a glass of wine and they sat close together on the couch. Kurt told Blaine about the Vogue interview process that he had been through. They could only hope that the legal department had a similar format. Even if was different, Blaine was starting to feel less nervous about it. Of course, it could have been partly from the wine and the warmth of Kurt’s body sitting so close to him.

Blaine leaned into the crook of Kurt’s neck and kissed and nibbled until he felt Kurt respond. He moved so that he was straddling Kurt’s lap, his knees digging into the back of the couch.

“I need you, Kurt. I need you to make love to me,” Blaine said hotly in Kurt’s ear. He rolled his hips up and down, his pants getting tighter. Kurt thrust up in response and groaned. Kurt stood up, holding Blaine tightly until he gained his footing. They left a trail of cast off clothing between the couch and the bed. The two men crashed together at the edge of the bed, falling in a heap on the soft quilt. Blaine fumbled with the covers while Kurt raided the nightstand for lube and a condom.

Blaine claimed Kurt’s mouth, pushing his tongue between soft, compliant lips. Kurt rolled on top of Blaine and pinned his arms above his head with one hand, dragging the other down Blaine’s side until it came to rest on his hip. Blaine bucked under him, only to be pushed deeper into the mattress.

Kurt’s hand moved down further and stroked against Blaine’s perineum. Burning desire stirred in Blaine’s belly and spread throughout his body. He needed more, needed to feel Kurt deep inside of him. Become one with him.

Blaine’s skin cooled quickly as Kurt pulled away to slick his fingers up with lube. Kurt warmed the lube between his fingers for a moment before sliding them down between Blaine’s legs until two digits were buried in him. Blaine opened his legs wider and moaned in anticipation. After several strokes Kurt found Blaine’s prostate causing his body to jolt.

With his free hand, Kurt stroked Blaine’s thigh. He inserted a third finger and fucked them in and out, dragging along Blaine’s prostate with every stroke. Blaine was panting hard and open-mouthed. He was coming undone in the practiced hands of his lover.

“I need you now, Kurt. Hurry,” Blaine said desperately.

While Kurt rolled on the condom and added some lube, Blaine grabbed a pillow and shoved it under his hips. He drew his knees up and realized how fast his heart was hammering in his chest.

“So gorgeous,” Kurt murmured as he rubbed his hands on Blaine’s ass and lined himself up.

Blaine gasped as Kurt’s cock slowly filled him up. Kurt went still and their eyes locked. After a moment, Blaine gave an almost imperceptible nod of his head and Kurt began to move. The rhythm was slow at first, but gained momentum with each thrust. He loved the feel of Kurt’s hands gripping his hips for leverage. Feeling Kurt over and on and in him made him feel safe and loved and completely consumed.

“Harder…oh god, harder!” Blaine yelled out.

Kurt slammed their bodies together, the smack, smack, smack of their flesh echoing off the bedroom walls.

“Kurt,” was all Blaine could say. It was at once a plea, a prayer and a promise. When he couldn’t hold back any longer, he grabbed his cock and pumped at it hard until stars popped up before his eyes as he came. He was barely aware when Kurt’s movements become erratic as he came after him.

Blaine whined as Kurt pulled out. Kurt flopped down beside him after a quick clean up and kissed his forehead. Blaine wished he could melt into him, permanently seal their bodies together. He settled for wrapping his arms and legs around him and nuzzling his face into Kurt’s neck. Kurt sighed happily and pulled their bodies closer.

Blaine mumbled into Kurt’s neck.

“What, baby?”

Blaine moved his mouth and said it again so Kurt could hear. “This is my favorite place.”

“Bed?” Kurt asked with a chuckle.

“No. Here,” Blaine said as he burrowed his face back into Kurt’s neck and tightened his grip on him. If he could, he would stay like this forever.

“My god, I love you! I have never felt so loved and wanted as I do when I am with you.”

“I’ve never wanted or loved anyone the way I do you, Kurt.” The air was heavy with emotion, pressing down on the two men as they lay naked and tangled on the bed.