Nothing you could say could ever stop this fire.  Tell me Im a fool for everything that we do.  Tell me were a mess and Ill tell you youre a liar

Mad Love – Neon Trees

Blaine woke sweaty and aroused.  Every night had been the same for the past few months - hed fallen asleep thinking about that expression hed caught on Kurts face as hed watched Blaine and Thom play-fight.  It had been a bad move.  His body had reacted and his dreams had been full of Kurt.  Kurts legs, his arms, his ass.  That thing he did with his lips...  He felt his cock twitch. 

Traitor.

He purposefully ignored it knowing hed suffer for it later and showered.  Feeling fresher he checked his phone as he towel dried his hair.

2 new messages.

Kurt: Are you awake?

Kurt: Could we meet for breakfast?  I need to talk to you.

Blaine: Sorry - was in the shower.  10 minutes?  The usual cafe in Leicester Square?

Kurt: OK.  :)

Hair still damp and curling Blaine reached the cafe just as Kurt did.  He felt his body react to Kurts genuine smile.

So, whats the emergency?  Blaine smiled and Kurt looked down slightly.  Blaine frowned.  Was Kurt flirting with him or was his mind seeing what it wanted to after his dream?  Kurt bit his lip slightly and took Blaines hand.

Could we go for a walk?  Um...  I know I said breakfast and everything but...

Sure.  Let me grab us some smoothies, OK?  Kurt nodded.  Blaine shot Kurt a concerned smile and returned shortly after with two smoothies, handing one to Kurt.  You OK?

Yeah.  I just...

Whats wrong?

Look.  My contract is coming up for renewal with the London office - theyve given me the option to stay on for another year or to go to Paris...

Wow, Kurt.  That is amazing.  Congratulations.  Youve always wanted to go to Paris.

Blaine, could you just listen for a minute?

Hey, sorry Kurt.  What is it?

What are we?

What do you mean?

Am I the only one who feels that there is still something between us or...

Kurt...

Blaine, please.  I need to know because…  We see each other every day - we joke, we flirt, we go out together to see films and to dinner….

Regardless - Paris, Kurt.

Paris does not matter to me.

Blaine frowned.  Kurt had stopped walking and was staring at him, a painfully hopeful expression on his features.

Look, I dont want to pressure you and Im not asking you to make a decision right now.  I know your show starts touring after your graduation.  I know youll be on the road, but Id like to go with you.  I spoke to my boss and hes happy for me to write my articles on the road, its not like I need an office to sketch, Blaine.  I... My lease on my apartment is up in the next few weeks and I need to know whether to extend it.

What are you asking me, Kurt?

Do you love me, Blaine?

You know the answer to that.

Then what are we doing?

I dont know.

Look, you know I love you, right?  Were good together.  Youre my best friend and I dont think I could leave you again.  I dont want to leave you again.  Im asking you to get a place with me in London.  A base.  It can be two bedroom - I dont care, Blaine.  This is not me forcing you to make a decision about us.  Do you understand?  I just dont want to be where you arent.

Youre crazy, you know that?

I know.

OK.

Was that your answer or were you just accepting my craziness?

OK to the flat.

Really?

If thats what you want.  Look, Kurt.  Im not there yet.  OK?  But I dont want to leave you behind either.  Who would I meet for coffee, hmm?

Thom?

Phah!  Thom drinks tea.  You know that.

Hes in love with you.  You know that.

Blaine sighed. 

I dont love Thom.

You would have.  If I hadnt come back.  Youd have fallen for him; I think you were falling for him.  Part of him hates me because of that.

Kurt, I...

Blaine, it's fine.  I understand.  I really do.  But, please, be honest with me here.  You and I...  Will we get that back do you think?

Get what back?

Us.

We kind of already have...

You know what I mean.

Kurt, we were young and it was perfect, but it was always going to burn out.

It never burnt out for me, Blaine.

You know what I mean.  It was not sustainable.

But, this.  What we have now.  Its more isnt it?

Yes.

They were standing so close now.  Blaine could feel Kurts breath on his cheek.

Yankee! 

Shit.  Thom!

They broke apart startled as Thom, sweaty and slightly out of breath, jogged up to them.

Oh, hey Kurt!  Havent seen you in a while.  Howre things?

Yeah, good thanks, Thom.  You?  Kurt's pitch was a little higher than normal when he responded.  Blaine felt insanely guilty, almost overwhelmingly so.

Busy.  You know what the end of year is like!  Got asked to conduct the orchestra for graduation though.

Thats excellent, congratulations!  Blaine's smile was genuine as he hugged Thom.

Yeah, mums really excited.  Shes telling everyone.

Hey, if you need extra tickets youre welcome to some of mine.

Why?

Oh, mom and dad are on a cruise that Coop got them for their wedding anniversary and Coops filming in Hollywood so...

...so, Im going to support him.  Kurt finished.

So, I have two spare if youd like them.  Um...  Blaine fished his wallet out and pulled the two spare tickets out passing them to Thom.  ‘Here.'

You sure?

Absolutely.

Thanks.  Now I dont have to explain to my grandma why it has to be either her or grandpa.  Thom laughed.  Blaine smiled.

So, what are you guys up to today then?

Were going flat hunting.  Blaine said shooting a casual glance at Kurt who couldnt stop the grin spreading across his face.

Thought you were off touring soon?  Thom looked confused.

Yeah, but its good to have a base. 

Fair enough.  Thom frowned slightly.  How about you, Kurt.  You must be almost due to head back to the good ol US of A right?

Kurts contract has been extended.

Oh.  Im happy for you.  Thom swallowed and held his hand out to Kurt.  Congratulations.  Kurt took his hand and Thom pulled him into a one armed hug.  Look after him.  He was such a mess, Kurt.  Don't hurt him, he spoke low and hurried in Kurts ear as he squeezed him gently. 

Kurt nodded slightly and met Thoms eyes as they broke apart.

Thank you, Thom.

Ok, well Id better be off.  Cant afford to let my muscles cool down too much or Ill be in agony tomorrow.  Maybe see you for lunch some time before graduation, Blaine?

Sounds good.  Ill text you.

Thom waved and jogged away.  Blaine watched him go.  Kurt took his hand and squeezed lightly bringing Blaine back from dark thoughts.

Come on then.

Come on where?  Blaine blinked at Kurt.

Lets go find us an apartment.

They call them flats here you know.

I hate that word.  Sounds so...depressing.

Blaine laughed.

Dont pretend like you dont know exactly what I mean.   Kurt mock glared at him.  Blaine smiled.

Blaine knew as soon as he walked in through the door.  This was it.  This was them.  Kurt was practically vibrating watching him closely to see whether Blaine approved.  Blaine masked his features and drew it out as the estate agent showed them around.

And this is the kitchen.'  Blaine rolled his eyes.  Kurt attempted to turn his amusement into a cough.  The estate agent continued oblivious to the exchange.  ‘As you can tell, the owners have recently had it entirely renovated so everything is immaculate.  So, Ill leave you both to discuss.  Feel free to have another wonder around.  The lease would start from the end of the month but as it is empty we could always negotiate for you to move in sooner if you should so choose.

Thank you, Blaine said neutrally.  The small woman smiled and made her way onto the balcony to give them some privacy.  Blaine looked around the open plan kitchen-living area then at Kurt who was seemingly trying to read his mind.

So?

So what, Kurt?

What do you think?

Blaine couldnt stop the grin from crossing his face as he watched Kurt watch him.

Its perfect.  You know it is.  Kurt mock slapped his arm.

It is perfect. 

So we negotiate?

We negotiate.

Blaine made his way out to talk to the estate agent while Kurt mentally worked out where all of their things would go and made a list of what they would need to get.

Two weeks later and they were sat cross-legged on the floor eating fish and chips from greaseproof paper in their new flat surrounded by a sea of boxes.  Both were exhausted and Blaine still had a show that evening, but neither could stop grinning.  The production was on break for a month before they began their tour in September after the evening's show.  Blaine had a new rehearsal schedule - mainly to re-block the scenes that had been specific to their home theatre and would need to be made more flexible for the tour - but for the next 2 weeks he was free. 

Graduation had gone well.  Kurt had got him flowers and kissed him on the cheek, tears in his eyes.  His mother and father had called to congratulate him and to apologise again for not being there.  Blaine had not really noticed their absence.

Thom had been teary as they hugged.  Thom was off home for the summer before he started his new job in Edinburgh.  Blaine promised to let him know when the tour hit Scotland.

The last show went perfectly and they had received a standing ovation.  Blaine could not stop grinning as he made his way back to his new flat.  His flat that he shared with Kurt.

Kurt had been busy - the kitchen and living areas were all unpacked with not a hint of a box in sight.  Kurt was nowhere to be seen.  Blaine frowned slightly.

Kurt?

No reply.

Kurt?  Panic starting to creep through his veins like an injection of ice water.  He dropped his bags and headed towards the bedrooms.

Kurt?!

Blaine?  He almost feinted with relief when Kurt appeared from the second bedroom.  Sorry - I must have dosed off.  How was the show?

Fine, fine.  You OK?

Tired, thats all.  Do you like?  Kurt gestured to his handiwork.

Blaine smiled.

You are a miracle worker.

I know.  Right, Ive pretty much left your room alone because I didnt know how you wanted it.

Blaine barely managed to hide his disappointment at Kurts casual mention of your room.  They hadnt discussed any different.  He didnt know why he had been expecting to share a room with Kurt.  They werent even together...not like that.  The feeling surprised him.  He filed that away to think about later, realising that Kurt expected a reply.

Well youll just reorganise whatever I do anyway so you may as well help, come on.  He led Kurt into the room opposite the one Kurt had seemingly claimed.  Kurt followed, a strange expression on his face.

Is this OK?  I mean... you werent here to ask so I just chose a room.

No, Kurt, its fine.  It doesnt bother me.

Kurt pulled Blaine's hand lightly and turned him to face him.

Blaine.  Talk to me.  Your face just fell.  What did I do wrong?

Nothing, Kurt.  You did nothing wrong.  I just...  Blaine sighed.  Kurt waited.  I just...I dont know.  I guess part of me was looking forward to sharing a room with you.  Blaine couldnt bring himself to look Kurt in the eyes, he felt so embarrassed.  He felt Kurt drop his hand.  He closed his eyes and sighed again.  Look, Im tired.  Can we just forget this?  Im going to get some sleep.  Thanks for making up my bed.

Blaine... 

Goodnight, Kurt.

Blaine, look at me.

Blaine slowly opened his eyes.  Kurt was crying. 

God, Kurt - dont cry.  Im an idiot.  Im sorry...  Blaine was rambling and he knew it.  He just needed to stop Kurts tears.  His hand had gone to Kurt's cheek automatically and he gently brushed at a tear with his thumb.

Kurt was smiling.  Why was Kurt smiling?  Kurt closed the distance between them and placed a firm hand on Blaines jaw cupping his cheek, drawing him into a kiss.  Blaines breath hitched and his arms automatically wrapped around Kurts waist drawing them together, his hands fisting in the material of Kurts shirt.  Their eyes met and Kurt kissed him again.  Longer this time.  Blaine moaned as Kurts tongue gently parted Blaines lips.  Kurt sucked Blaines bottom lip in-between his teeth and bit lightly before releasing it, his other hand moved to run down Blaines back.

We shouldnt...

I love you, Blaine.

I love you.

Kurt kissed him again, roughly this time, then kissed his jawline and worked his way down his neck.  Their bodies were tight against each other and Blaine could feel Kurts arousal pressed against his thigh as he knew Kurt would be able to feel his own pressing back.  The room was stuffy - the summer had been a hot one and though the windows were wide open there was no breeze.  Blaine had long since been able to tune out the noise of the city; it was a skill you gained with time.  Now all he could hear was the sound of Kurts lips, teeth and tongue against his skin, hot and needy.  Blaine slid his fingers under Kurts shirt and Kurt trembled slightly in response.

Its far too warm for clothes, he whispered as he gently tugged at the material.  Kurt released him long enough to allow him to remove his own shirt and Kurts.  As they breathed apart from each other, they drank each other in.  Their bodies were mens now.  Dark hair smattering their chests and bellies, trailing down enticingly from naval to beyond the belt line.  Blaine reacted physically as he mapped the new definition of Kurts shoulders, his chest, his toned stomach.  Then he was on his knees in front of Kurt kissing his chest, kissing his stomach, running his hands over skin, worshiping.  Kurt moaned as Blaine sucked the skin just in the dip of his hip, hands in Blaines hair, eyes closed.  Blaine hooked an arm under Kurts ass and hauled him onto the bed behind them, covering Kurts body with his own.  All he could smell was Kurt in the heavy air.  Intoxicating.  He felt his blood roaring through his ears as he licked and kissed the salt from Kurts skin.  He felt Kurt shift beneath him then found himself flat on his back with Kurt straddling him.  Kurt ran both hands down Blaines chest and over his abs, adding nails lightly as he reached Blaines trousers.  He deftly undid his belt then unbuttoned him with one hand as he kissed Blaine on the mouth.

So beautiful, Blaine.

Kurt gently tugged at Blaines trousers, wordlessly asking him to lift his pelvis up.  Blaine toed off his shoes then complied and let Kurt pull down his trousers and underwear, watching as Kurt stripped down.

Kurt climbed back on the bed placing kisses up Blaines inner thigh and groin as he moved back up the bed.  Blaines hands reached for Kurts ass, his back, any skin, but Kurt smiled and took both his hands, pulling them up above his head.

No.  Gentle but firm. 

This is new.

Blaine needed to touch Kurt but Kurt increased the pressure on Blaines wrists holding them both in place with one hand as he returned to kissing Blaines collarbones and chest.  His free hand playing lightly with Blaine's chest hair.

God, Kurt.  Blaine moaned as Kurt drew a nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly and scraping it with his teeth as he released it.

Blaine felt his hips buck up slightly under Kurt as his aching cock sought friction.  Kurt smiled.

Stay.  Ill be right back.  Kurt left the room and Blaine couldnt bring himself to move, terrified that he was about to wake up, that if he moved it would all be over.  He heard Kurt rummaging through boxes in the other room then return triumphant, a small bottle of lube in his hand.

He climbed back up the bed and kissed Blaine, leaving the lube on the side for the moment.  He gently griped Blaines wrists again.

Blaine?

Hm?

I want you to leave your hands here, OK?

OK.

Good.  Kurt was smiling and reaching for the lube.  Blaine watched in awe as Kurt liberally applied lube to his fingers and then gradually began to finger himself open.  Blaines mind short circuited and he made to reach for Kurt.

Hands, Blaine.  Kurt reminded him as he closed his eyes, fucking himself harder now, and adding another finger.  He moaned loudly – it was the most pornographic noise.

God, Kurt.  Blaine watched as Kurt sucked on his own bottom lip.  One hand lazily palming his own cock while he fucked back onto the fingers of his other hand.  Blaine watched as Kurt pulled his fingers free, reaching over him for the bottle.  He popped the cap and looked at Blaine as he poured more lube into his palm, gently heating it.

Let me take care of you tonight, OK?

Blaine nodded his acceptance and Kurt finally touched his straining cock, coating it in lube and releasing some of the tension, Blaines hips bucked again.  It had been so long.  Why had it been so long? 

                ‘Kurt?'  Blaine cursed his brain, but he needed to know.

                ‘What, baby?'

                ‘Condom?'

                ‘You're clean, right?'

                ‘Yes.'

                ‘So am I.  I can get one if you'd prefer?'  Kurt lazily stroked Blaine's cock again.

                ‘No…I trust you.' 

Kurt smiled and positioned himself over Blaine and then sank down firmly.  Blaines breath hitched as he felt himself pressed against the first ring of muscle, willing himself not to buck his hips, willing himself to let Kurt take control.  He felt Kurt relax then start to move again.  The tight draw as Kurt took him in was almost too much and Blaine tried to focus on not moving his hands.  He desperately wanted to touch, to kiss, to do something.  Kurt bowed his head as he sat down all the way against Blaines pelvis then started to pull up again, slowly.  So slowly.  Blaine moaned and tried to bite his own shoulder.  Kurt captured his lips with his own as he sank back down.  It was too much and Blaine tilted his hips.  He felt Kurts reaction around himself as Kurt groaned.  Blaine grinned and repeated the motion over and over.

God, Blaine.  Yes.  Oh, God.  Oh, God, ohGodohGodGod.  Blaine!  Kurt came across their bellies and Blaine was seconds behind, all thoughts of keeping his hands still gone as Kurt clenched around him and he gripped Kurts ass, burrowing his head into the side of his neck.  They leant against each other panting as they came back to themselves.  Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurts neck and Kurt kissed the side of his face in return. 

Shower?  Kurt asked as they separated slowly.  Blaine laughed.  Kurt leant forward and kissed Blaine chastely then took his hand.  Come on you.