In the morning Kurt wakes first, as usual, despite having no reason to be up early. He pads silently out of his room, clothes folded neatly over one arm, and glances into the living room. Over the side of the couch he can see just an undistinguishable lump of blankets, a foot poking out one side, and he can't help but smile as he walks more fully into the room. He can hear the rasp of breath through a dry throat as he nears the couch, step by step before into view comes a hand, tanned and curled against the light blue blankets, a wide wrist, long, thickening forearm and the delicate crook of an elbow. Then muscled bicep, paler on the inside, exposed right up to broad, practically bare shoulders and the dip and sharp jut of a collarbone where Blaine rests on his side.

Kurt looks at the boys face, peaceful and blank and undeniably gorgeous in the bright, startling light of morning. His hair is a little longer than Kurt remembers, curly and spread against the pillow in knots which Kurt wants to unknot, his fingers buried amongst them. His body is swathed waist deep beneath various blankets, his face pressed against the pillow.

Kurt smiles to himself as he watches the gentle balloon of his chest, a little snuffle as he shuffles against the fabric, smacking his lips in his sleep. He watches one last breath and then turns on his heel and disappears in to the bathroom, before temptation lures him closer.

When he comes out, dressed for the day he avoids looking at the couch and crosses straight to the kitchen, keeping, maybe not really, as quiet as possible as he makes coffee, before turning and leaning back. From this angle, over the other back of the couch he can quite clearly see Blaine, his back to Kurt before he inevitably wakes after the clatter of cups and grind of the coffee machine.

First he rolls over, onto his back, stretching like a cat in the sun as a yawn rips through his body, blankets caught around his hips as Kurt watches the concave dip of his stomach as his body stretches and wakes and breaths. His eye blink open in the sun before slamming shut as he rolls again, away from the window, facing Kurt unintentionally as he licks his dry lips and finally, achingly slowly opens his eyes and sees, to his surprise, Kurt watching him from a distance over a steaming mug with a smile creasing his eyes.

Blaine groans and blinks a few more times before meeting Kurt's smile with a groggy smile of his own, one side of his face red from the pillow. "Stop watching me," is his morning greeting, and he feels satisfaction grow in his stomach when Kurt laughs, replaced by a warm hum of pleasure when he doesn't deny that he'd been watching.

Instead Kurt just turns and swills his cup, smiling unexplainably to himself before the groan of Cooper's door disturbs the strange, but pleasantly awkward silence. Kurt greets him, as he does every morning, and earns a grunt and absent hand motion, as he does every morning. Blaine sits up and stretches again, shoulder blades like wings as he scratches his back, before shuffling to the edge and standing. Kurt watches as he hitches his sweats up a little from where they were hanging low on his narrow hips, and secretly wishes he hadn't. He would've quite liked to watch the movement of sharp hip bones beneath stretched, supple, sleep-warm skin.

Blaine wanders into the kitchen, next to his brother, who hands him a coffee with a grunt and a brotherly whack before disappearing into the bathroom, own cup in hand as he rubs his eyes.

"He still takes his coffee with him when he showers?" Blaine asks reminiscently.

"Always," Kurt replies, equally reminiscent as he shakes his head.

They laugh together, shaking their heads as the awkward atmosphere slinks away, until they're just them, stood laughing at Cooper like they have a hundred times before. Kurt asks what he'd like to eat before fixing them both some breakfast, sat side by side while Blaine shares stories of his glee clubs success in various competitions, his eyes lighting up with remembered excitement. He talks about the boys in his club, Wes and Thad and David, Nick, Trent, Seb. Kurt's ears perk up at that last name, but before a real thought can be formed Cooper emerges, clean shaven and chirpy, dressed in the clothes Kurt had washed for him a few days ago. He bounds up to the fridge and eats a chunk of cheese before speaking with his mouth full, "phone please Blaine?" he demands, holding his hand out and chucking another chunk in his mouth.

"What?" Blaine asks, startled.

"Phone, gimme your phone," Cooper repeats, flexing his fingers to emphasise his point.

"What for?" Blaine asks, face scrunching in confusion.

"Just give me your friggin' phone. Don't worry, I'm not going to look through your pictures or anything," Cooper teases with a coy, knowing wink. Blaine huffs and slides off the stool, dragging his feet over to the coffee table where his phone sits, avoiding eye contact, but Kurt doesn't miss the way his cheeks flame red.

Blaine brings it over, eying his brother suspiciously before sliding it into his waiting palm. Cooper thanks him sarcastically, before swiftly unlocking it, eating more cheese as he does so.

"You've got a text," he says absently, flashing the screen towards Blaine, just in time for Kurt to make out the name 'Sebastian'. Blaine groans and goes to take the phone but Cooper just angles away, his fingers moving swiftly over the screen as he talks. "I thought you dumped him?" he asks, eyes flicking untrusting to his brothers.

"I did, can I have it back?" Blaine replies a little grumpily, moving to snatch the phone again.

Cooper bats at his grabby hands playfully before with a final few rapid taps be hands it over. "Why's he texting you then?" he asks as Blaine opens the text, just as Kurt's mind asks the same. They both watch as confusion sweeps over Blaine's face, followed swiftly by agitation as he moodily taps out a reply with a groan. "What's he want?" Cooper asks more sternly.

"Huh? Nothing, he says he's coming to New York next week and do I want to meet up..." Blaine trails off, thumbs a blur as he replies.

"And you're saying...?" Cooper asks, widening his eyes in question when Blaine finally looks up.

"I've said I'm too busy, obviously. I told you I don't, y'know," he shrugs glancing from his brother to Kurt who's sat silent beside Cooper, watching and stoically keeping his expression neutral. "I told you I don't like him anymore," Blaine finally admits to Cooper.

Cooper hums, already suspicious of this Sebastian kid for not getting the message. "Okay. Well, if he doesn't leave you alone I want you to tell me," he tells him, in a good impression of their father.

Blaine laughs a little hollowly before replying, "yeah, right, because I can't handle this," he says with an eye roll and sarcastic edge to his voice. "He's just a friend," he says as Cooper face distorts into disbelief.

Cooper snorts, "yeah, a friend who wants to fuck you," he says, no hint of laughter in his voice.

But Blaine argues back with all the self righteousness of a teenager who thinks he's right, "Sebastian does not want to fuck me! We broke up and that's that," he says defiantly, frowning and pursing his lips.

But Cooper just raises an eyebrow, and Kurt has to bite his lip to hold back a smile at the brothers arguing, despite the fist of jealousy clenching his stomach with all the talk of this Sebastian, as well as the unfounded urge to protect Blaine.

"Blaine," Cooper begins, voice suddenly that of a wise old man, "trust me," he holds Blaine's shoulders in his hands and looks him dead in the eye, "I know teenage boys. And thatteenage boy," he nods at the phone held loosely in Blaine's hand, "wants to fuck," he finishes, patting his brother condescendingly on the cheek, causing Blaine to scowl and jerk away, eyes flicking down as his phone vibrates with a new text.

Blaine ignores Cooper as best he can and slides onto the stool beside Kurt, reading his new message with a frown before, without replying, he places his phone face down on the counter. Kurt shoots him what he hopes is a reassuring smile before Cooper interrupts again, ever filling the stereotype of the annoying older brother.

"Anyway," he says with a dramatic swoop of his hands, eyes still on Blaine, "I've put Kurt's number in your phone, so if you get lost or in trouble or whatever, and can't get me, call Kurt." Blaine glances at Kurt, questioning, but Kurt just shrugs and stands to clear their plates. "Okay, I've gotta get to college. You," he says, pointing at Blaine, "behave yourself and don't go on any secret rendezvous with horny warblers, and you," his hand swivels to Kurt, "don't forget to ring your dad like you promised him you would," he finishes before grabbing his coat, shrugging it on.

"Wait you- you're still at college?" Blaine asks as he makes his way over to Cooper in the middle of the apartment, looking completely lost in his too long sweats.

"Yeah, only for this week though, one more exam and then I'm all yours," Cooper promises, ruffling Blaine's hair like always.

"What am I supposed to do this week then?" Blaine asks moodily, brow furrowing as he shouts towards Cooper where he's stood in the doorway.

Cooper shrugs, "sorry Blaine, when I booked the flights I didn't think I'd have an exam this late" he apologises. "But you could check out the colleges here you're interested in, and then we can do whatever you want when I'm done, okay?" he asks from the doorway,

"I- yeah, yeah that's great," Blaine concedes, figuring it's useless to argue, and his brothers exams are more important than him being bored for a week, "see you later Coop," he says, waving weakly as his brother disappears.

He stands still for a minute, looking smaller than usual in his pyjamas in the middle of an empty room. Kurt watches him conspicuously, tilting his head at the expression of complete abandonment and confusion on his face. "You alright?" he eventually asks.

Blaine jumps and swivels round, having completely forgotten he wasn't alone. "Huh? Oh yeah, yeah I'm fine," he says with an attempt at a smile, feeling his heart flutter pleasantly when he looks at Kurt.

"You sure? You look kinda... lost," Kurt finishes as Blaine wanders back over to the kitchen, leaning back against the counter facing Kurt.

Blaine shrugs, eyes flicking to his phone still face down on the counter top, "just thinking about what Coop said," he eventually admits, not meeting Kurt's concerned expression.

"About that guy?" Kurt asks instantly, an unjustified flare of protectiveness filling his body. But Blaine just nods and sighs and smiles Kurt's favourite half-smile, his eyes a hundred shades of green and gold. Kurt sighs and crosses to Blaine, smiling down at the confused looking boy before speaking, "Cooper just likes being dramatic, the kids probably just upset you broke up with him," Kurt says, unable to resist the urge to press his fingers delicately along Blaine hairline, tucking a curl behind his hair, "cant blame him really," he admits, watching Blaine's eyes fall shut beneath his touch, his breath hitch, lips parting.

And then Kurt's gone, sliding past him, bare arms grazing as electricity sparks beneath their skin and Blaine practically moans when his heat disappears. "We did stuff," Blaine whispers as Kurt crosses the room. He hears him stop, feels him turn and stare before Blaine builds the courage to turn and do the same. He can't read Kurt expression, but he doesn't look happy, so Blaine quickly corrects himself, "I don't mean like- not proper- not... y'know" he blushes and looks away, while on the other side of the room Kurt's entire body slumps in relief.

And then Kurt laughs, nervously, trying to clear the quickly thickening atmosphere, "yeah, I'm familiar with 'yknow'" he jokes, watching in adoration as Blaine's pink cheeks turn red, before he glances up and meets Kurt's eye. And then they're both laughing, at the awkwardness and the conversation and the feelings bubbling and boiling beneath their skin. But Kurt powers on, wanting to hear exactly what Blaine did with this other boy. "So… what? You- you jerked each other off?" Blaine shakes his head, staring at his feet, "you blew each other?" Kurt asks, biting his cheek to stop himself imagining doing these things to Blaine, or Blaine doing these things to him.

Blaine doesn't shake his head at that, and Kurt's stomach turns with jealousy as he admits in a whisper, "kinda."

"How can you 'kinda' blow someone?" he asks, a little sharper than strictly necessary.

But Blaine just laughs, scratches the back of his head and speaks, "er no, I just meant, I didn't actually, er," his eyes find Kurt's before he blinks away in embarrassment, "partake in any blowing," he concludes.

And without skipping a beat Kurt replies, laughter in his voice as a strange relief floods through him, "ahh, so you were the blowed, not the blower,"

Blaine laughs nervously, eyes on the floor as unbeknown to him Kurt crosses the room to him, "I guess," he says. Then suddenly his line of site is filled with two pairs of feet, his breath hitching as a finger hooks under his chin and tilts his face up. He's met with blinding blue eyes and a smile that makes his heart stop, creamy, unblemished skin and a solid body less than a foot from his own.

"Aww," Kurt coos, eyes flickering down to Blaine's lips which have fallen slightly open in surprise, "look at you," he says wistfully, holding Blaine's chin, thumb lifting to trace his lips, eyes following the path teasingly slowly. "Not three months ago you hadn't been kissed. And now you've been kissed andblown," he says, eyes flicking fast up to Blaine's, just in time to see his pupils explode and grow, unfathomably black before indignation swells in his chest.

He rolls his face out of Kurt's grasp, taking him by surprise before he fights back, wanting to taunt Kurt like he's taunting him. "I heard you, that night, with that guy. When Coop walked in I was on the phone," he says in a rush, words jumbled and tripping over each other.

Kurt's eyes widen, hand drops, heart pounds as one syllable escapes his lips, "oh." He looks away, takes a step back, and feels Blaine watching him.

"Yeah," the younger boy finally admits, voice steadier. He watches Kurt look away, the flicker of his eyelashes when he blinks and the pink of his tongue when he licks his lips. And then he's speaking, admitting to Kurt the truth, "that's er, kind of why I let him." Kurt eyes dart back to his, eyebrows lifting in surprise and confusion. "I mean, I didn't mean- just… you sounded like you were enjoying yourself" Blaine tries to explain.

Kurt cocks his head, taking in Blaine's awkward stance and nervousness in his eyes, "and you didn't?" he eventually asks.

Blaine stutters when he answers, "I- no- yeah! I mean, yeah, there was a mouth on my dick right, what's not to enjoy?" he laughs timidly and earns a chuckle from Kurt. "I just meant, it wasn't as- as great as I think I imagined after- after hearing you," he shrugs a little and looks away again, asking himself why the fuck he's having this conversation.

"I can't believe were having this conversation" Kurt then says aloud, reading Blaine's mind and rubbing his forehead as he watches Blaine watch his own hands, ringing nervously in front of him. He watches the muscles move in his arms, right from his shoulders down to the bones in his hands, before he whispers under his breath.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you," Blaine breaths, and if Kurt wasn't standing so close he wouldn't've heard.

But he did hear. He heard it as clear as a bell and holds back a moan as he feels blood rush south. "You… what?" he manages to ask, hoping and praying he's heard wrong, and then promising his soul to the devil to have heard right.

Blaine swallows and bites his lip, "when he was..." his eyes flicker down, as if Kurt wasn't clear on the subject of discussion, "I kept thinking about you, when you- you kissed me and…" he admits and trails off, and Kurt has to grip the counter beside him to stop himself just crumpling with desire. And then Blaine's speaking again, holding his attention as his body trembles. "And I was trying to think of him but I kept seeing your face and- and remembering- and yeah," he looks up then, eyes locking, pupils still blown black. "I haven't stopped thinking about you since Easter, since you drove away and all I wanted to do was kiss you again," Blaine finally finishes, and Kurt watches as his hands tremble between their too-close bodies.

"You thought about me when...?" is all Kurt can say though, heard thundering as he bites his cheek, the only way to stop himself moving forward and sucking the sinful stretch of Blaine's shoulder muscles.

"I- yes. I'm sorry. That's so creepy. I'm so sorry- oh god," Blaine's muttering, burying his face in his hands, body coiled tight like a trap as he scolds himself.

But Kurt just laughs, taking his wrists and pulling them from his face as he speaks "sh sh sh, it's fine," he reassures him. Blaine looks up at him, and suddenly they're so much closer, Blaine's head angled upwards, Kurt's neck bowed as he breathes in sharply through his nose. He exhales through his mouth, warm breath skittering over Blaine's bitten-red lips as his eyes widen. "You want me to kiss you don't you?" Kurt asks, a secret between their almost touching lips, and Blaine's eyes flicker closed then open on instinct, a moan of confirmation in his throat as one of Kurt's hands settles on his hip. Kurt can feel his skin between his sweats and tank; warm and hard over bone, before Blaine nods and pleads with them honey gold eyes.

So Kurt leans forward, breathing him in, feeling long, spider leg eyelashes creep over his cheek before their lips meet. It's soft and silent and a million sins as Blaine hands shakily find Kurt, fisting his shirt, dragging their bodies closer, moaning and opening his mouth like an invite. Kurt dips his tongue in, tasting coffee and boy and moans shamefully loudly as the taste, pushing closer, both hands on Blaine hips, hot and hard beneath his hands as he backs him up while Blaine's hands wind upwards, around his neck, into his hair. He tugs gently, head angling for deeper and feeling as Kurt trembles beneath his inexperienced touch. And then his back hits a wall, solid and cold before Kurt presses his body against him, solid and burning hot and so strong as Blaine gasps.

Kurt smiles against his lips, nipping at his bottom lip, dragging it between his teeth as he opens his eyes. He watches in awe as his never-been-touched boy, as Blaine will always be to him, falls apart beneath his mouth, gripping and groaning and giving everything he's got, offering himself as he leans back and blinks and smiles, mouth open with ragged breaths. Kurt's hand moves from one hip, sliding under the fabric of Blaine's top, over the warm, convulsing muscles of his stomach as he presses forward again, teeth sinking into that summer-golden skin down Blaine neck as the boy bucks and writhes beneath him. His hard cock rubs the top of Kurt's thigh and his head falls back with a hollow thump and a whine so unrestrained that Kurt presses forward, rubbing his thigh against him harder, sucking his salty neck and nipping along his jaw until he finds his lips.

Blaine opens his mouth with a groan and rolls his hips forward, feeling heat coil and burn and grow up his spine with each press before his body slots perfectly against Kurt's, pressed head to toe, flush together, and for the first time he feels Kurt hard and heavy against his hip. He jerks back on instinct and looks down, the bulge in Kurt's jeans unmistakeable as Kurt moves to pepper kisses and licks down the other side of Blaine's neck, hands having wound round to the small of Blaine's back, arcing him forward and he rolls his hips against him in a dizzying rhythm of friction and too hot touches.

"You-your..." Blaine mumbles, unable to take his eyes off the hard, constricted outline of Kurt's cock. But when he does he looks up at Kurt's face, the older man just continues to paint his neck in kisses and bites, pupils blown black and lips kissed red, curled into a sinful grin against his soon-to-be-bruised neck. "Because of me?" Blaine asks, feeling strangely proud for making a guy like Kurt hard.

"Mmm," Kurt just hums back, detaching his lips from Blaine's skin to look down at their pressed together bodies, still apart from the drag of harsh breathing. Blaine stares up, watching Kurt's face, lips parted as he stares down, eyes flicking to Blaine's as he moves impossibly closer, dipping an inch, angling their bodies until his cock lines up with Blaine's, thrusting forward and ripping a moan from Blaine as his head falls back and hands grip tight to Kurt's neck, watching a satisfied smirk decorate his face.

"Oh fuck" is all Blaine manages to say as for the first time in his life his hands twitch to touch, to slide down Kurt's lithe, endless torso and wrap his virgin fingers around a cock other than his own.

"Always because of you," Kurt whispers throatily, one hand moving to rest beside Blaine's head as the other dips the tips of his fingers beneath the hem of his sweats, feeling him rock and moan and want beneath him. "Since Easter, every fucking time," Kurt admits against his skin as he bites hard and Blaine screams in pain and pleasure and pleads.

"God, oh fuck, Kurt- I'm gonna-" he gasps between moans and heaving breaths, hands fisting Kurt's hair and untouched body pressing for more than it can take.

"Don't," is all Kurt says before he takes the smallest step back. "Not yet," he says, watching Blaine nod shakily before his other hand snakes down his spine over thin fabric, settling beside the other on the curve of Blaine's ass, dipping his fingers beneath his boxers and feeling the boy groan before he sucks the noise straight from his lips, tasting of impatience and lust.

The kiss is short and definitely not sweet as their tongues slide and suck and their teeth bite before Kurt steps back more fully, Blaine feeling a chill wash over his burning skin, eyes trained confused on Kurt. And then Kurt drops to his knees, a hollow thump against the wood, hands still dipped an inch beneath the fabric of Blaine's sweats.

"What're you-" Blaine begins to ask before Kurt shuffles forward, hands swiftly sliding round to ruck up his tank, lips pressing wet and hard against the curve of Blaine's stomach as the boys body shudders and thrusts and his head tips back and he whimpers as realisation sets in. "Kurt- I'm not- I'm not gonna last-"

"I don't expect you too," Kurt says cockily, smirking up through his eyelashes as his thumbs massage the muscles of his hips before dipping, following their line down, beneath his sweats and boxers as his lips find Blaine skin again. He slides his hands round, dipping completely in and squeezing the bare, round globes of Blaine's ass as he arcs against the wall, hands grappling for purchase on Kurt's shoulders, steadying himself as Kurt slowly pushes down his sweats and boxers. First over the curve of his ass before unhooking the fabric from his painfully hard cock, down to mid thigh as Kurt groans and licks his lips, now face to face with the object of his obsession. "You're gorgeous," he can't help but whisper, kissing his left hip and glancing up to see Blaine staring down, completely wrecked and desperate and shaking his head.

"I-I-" Blaine tries to speak, tries to argue, but Kurt's on his knees between his thighs, licking his lips at he looks at his cock, hands burning brands into his thighs, and Blaine can barely breath, let alone form words. And he's been so hard for so long and he's never wanted like this before, he's never needed someone like be needs Kurt right now, so when he feels that first puff of hot breath against his cock he almost comes without being touched.

And then he looks down, just in time to see Kurt suck his pink, bruised lips into his mouth, wetting them before slowly closing them around just the head of Blaine's cock, sucking and licking and tasting as Blaine's skin tears and blisters and burns as his heart tries to leap from his chest and his blood absolutely boils. His hips thrust on their own, garnering an inch of friction and that's enough for Blaine's hands to knot in Kurt's hair and just cling on, holding him there.

He's about to apologise, but Kurt just stares up and smiles around the cock in his mouth, and if that isn't the most glorious sight in the world Blaine doesn't know what is. And then Kurt's sucking and sliding and slipping his mouth completely over Blaine, taking all of him until his nose hits the hairs at the base and Blaine literally screams and thrusts and thrashes but Kurt takes it. The hands in his hair hold him there before Kurt pulls back slowly, tonguing the base and the slit before slipping down quicker, building up a wet, dirty, bobbing rhythm as he works his throat around Blaine, swallowing and moaning and feeling as the vibrations unfurl up Blaine's spine, right down to his tensing fingers in Kurt's hair and the curling toes either side of his knees.

"I'm gonna- shit- Kurt! Fuck," Blaine moans, curses parenthesis around Kurt's name as he sucks harder, the hands in his hair tugging, a warning, but Kurt doesn't want to be warned. So Blaine trembles and whimpers and convulses, until with two final, deep throated sucks and swallows and moans Blaine comes hot and fast down Kurt's throat, cock twitching between his lips as he body breaks and arcs and screams as he falls apart. Holding Kurt still by his hair as he bucks into his mouth, watching the stretched, abused red skin of Kurt's lips work over him with a final moan.

He pulls out a second later and literally falls, sliding down the wall until he's splayed and wrecked and gorgeous in front of Kurt, who swallows the come in his mouth and slinks over the boy's sated, sex-supple body. He stares down at him for a moment, the ragged scratch of his breathing and the shaking of his hands on the floor. Kurt presses a warm palm against his exposed stomach, and when Blaine doesn't flinch he slides it up, beneath the fabric to rest splayed over his thumping, storming heart, pounding a million beats a minute, his entire body trembling with endorphins.

Blaine's eyes finally slide slowly open, revealing honey-hued irises, smiling blissfully up before he cranes his neck a little. Kurt obliges as leans down, sliding their lips together, warm and wet and tasting of Blaine. It's slow and languorous, Kurt releasing Blaine's heart to tangle his hand in his hair like he's wanted to for months, before they both pull back, Blaine's head falling against the wall as his eyes close again. Kurt watches in amazement as his favourite half smile curls his favourite lips, before his touched-boys eyes open, words leaking from his lips in a haze, "that was... you're... fuck," he finally concedes dragging Kurt's body over his again, a hot blanket over his already sweltering body.

Kurt laughs and obliges and kisses him again, allowing him to slowly lick the taste of himself from his mouth as Kurt unintentionally rubs his still achingly hard, denim restrained cock against Blaine's bare thigh.

Blaine pulls back from Kurt's lips with a wet smack, eyes darting down, "you're still- sorry," he apologises, meeting Kurt's eye, "I should..." he trails off hesitantly, suddenly shy and nervous about touching Kurt, hands falling shakily against the mans hips.

But Kurt notices his hesitancy and smiles, pressing a final kiss to his head before leaning back onto his knees. "Don't worry about me," he promises, watching the panic fade from Blaine's eyes and telling himself not to be too disappointed, he is young and woefully inexperienced after all.

"no, I- it's only fair," ever polite Blaine says, still half naked on the floor.

But Kurt just laughs, "honestly I'm fine," he repeats standing and dragging the weak kneed boy up with him, "that wasn't about me," Kurt says, rearranging himself to slightly relieve the pressure, not missing the way Blaine watches his movements, "that's was about giving you a blowjob that lives up to how you imagined."

Blaine blushes and pulls his boxer and sweats back up, smiling bashfully up at Kurt before speaking, "that was better than anything I've ever imagined," he says truthfully with a laugh. "I didn't even know it- it could feel that good," he admits, hand reaching awkwardly to hold Kurt's, shrugging like he had months ago, a habit Kurt hadn't realised he missed.

"Good," Kurt smiles, leaning forward to kiss his hairline, the corner of his eye, his cheek, before settling on his lips, feeling his chest swell with a strange feeling of contentment as Blaine's smell washes over him, the warm press of their palms together. "Now, you go shower and get dressed, I'll wait for you here," he says, nudging him towards the bathroom.

"Why? What's happening?" Blaine asks; voice a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

"Do you really think I'm going to leave you alone and bored here all day? You're coming to enjoy New York with me."

Blaine smiles so wide and honest and beautiful that it takes Kurt's breath away, before he tiptoes and presses a final, dry, not-enough kiss to Kurt's lips before disappearing into the bathroom, face still split in half by his smile.