It was a lazy Sunday, Blaine just got home from a Saturday duty and we were hanging around the couch watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S. and occasionally making out. We were taking things slow, having gone back to 'dating' and no sex. It was sometimes frustrating, feeling the need to just touch him, but I respect Blaine, more than I've ever had before, and we will take this as slowly as he needs.

Parting from a long kiss to take a breath, I caught his hazel eyes and studied them. He looked back quizzically with his brows drawing closer towards the middle.

"I love you." I blurted out.

I watched the smile form at the side of his lips as he drew in closer to kiss me lightly.

"I know. I love you too." He answered back in a soft voice, his face centimeters away from me.

The feel of his breath against my skin was enough to make the hairs on my back rise as desire fills me up. Lifting my right hand to hold his chin, I pressed closer to kiss him back, the heat burning inside of me. Slowly rising from my position on the couch, I raised my other hand to touch the other side of his face whilst my tongue gently eased its way into his mouth, his lips yielding, his own eyes burning with desire.

Slowly but surely, I positioned myself on top of Blaine's now supine form, my hand traveling southwards to rub on top of his cotton-covered torso as my tongue continued the lazy dance it was doing against his. I heard myself moan as my slowly hardening cock brushed against his thigh and I felt my kisses harden as my desire started growing too warm and too fast.

Beneath me, Blaine placed a firm hand against my chest, his mouth pulling away from my deepening kiss.

"Kurt."

I couldn't find the will to stop. When he wouldn't allow me access to his mouth, I lapped my tongue lazily down his jaw and his neck. Sucking gently on his collarbone, I heard him moan a bit.

"I, uhm. Kurt. Slow down."

Snapping back to reality, I sat up, wincing at how my now completely hard cock brushed against my briefs and the rough denim of my jeans.

"Fuck. Blaine. I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed as I scrambled off of him to stand on the carpeted floor.

"No, Kurt. I'm sorry. Fuck. This must be frustrating for you! I mean it is for me. But, I, -I can't. I.."

His voice broke off as tears started to form in his eyes. He folded his legs and lifted his tiny form off the couch to a sitting position before burying his face against his hands. Kneeling down in front of him, I clasped on both his hands, forcing his eyes to catch mine. Frustration, need, fear all admixed in his beautiful hazel orbs. Running my thumb against the scar on his left hand before quickly following it with a light kiss, I felt him soften to my touch.

"You're okay." I assured him.

"We're okay."

Nodding, he sat back to rest against the couch as I pulled up from my position to join him. Extending an arm across his shoulders, he leaned in closer to rest his head against mine.

"I would never figure out what to do without you, Kurt Hummel."

"Lucky you, I'm not going anywhere."

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The following day, I took the afternoon off work and rode the subway to the hospital at which Blaine was working. I passed by the information and as to where I could find him. The lady behind the counter instructed me to take the elevator on the far left up to the second floor where the Pulmonary Medicine Office was located. Following here directions, I reached a corridor lined with glass doors. Three doors to my left, I saw the one labeled "Pulmonary Medicine" and peeked inside. It wasn't hard to find Blaine standing a couple of feet inside the room in a long lab coat, talking to someone older and with white hair. His has was loose and he probably had his contacts on as his glasses were nowhere in sight. His black, heavy stethoscope was in place across his shoulders and several pens tucked on his chest pocket. He had a smile on as he talked. I stared in wonder for a couple of minutes as he finished up. Finally he raised a hand to catch the others in a handshake before they walked apart. As soon as he faced towards my direction, I lifted an arm in a wave and his lips broke into an even bigger smile. He strode through the several feet between us and pushed on the glass door.

"Hey, you." He said, looking surprised.

"Thought I'd drop by and pick you up." I said, winking.

"What happened to dinner at your place?" he inquired, referring to our previously arranged date at my home.

"I figured we don't go out enough. There's this really cozy piano bar a couple of blocks from here that I've been eyeing on." I said carefully. I'm not sure as to how comfortable Blaine would be with regards to going to public places. We never really had the chance to try.

"Huh." Blaine replied deep in thought. He cleared his throat a couple of times and ran a hand through his curls.

"Yeah. –Why not?" he finally said, a hint of doubt and fear evident in his eyes.

Unable to hide my happiness and pulled him into a hug.

"It will be fun, I promise!"

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I waited half an hour more as Blaine got ready to leave work, constantly admiring how well fitted he looked inside the hospital. Never would have I imagined him going into the medical field. He's always been the performer, the star. But years later, this seemed to be the best place for him. I watched his small form walk towards where I was sitting inside the hospital café, a back pack slung over his left shoulder and a small stack of papers that seemed to be patients' charts tucked under his right arm.

"Case reports. I'll leave these in the car." He said sheepishly as he approached me.

We took his car to the bar at around nine o'clock after dinner at a local diner. We took a seat just near the front and watched as one of the performers sung whilst sipping quietly on our drinks. After a couple of songs, the singer left the stage and the host came to announce that the stage is now open to volunteers. We heard some people giggle but no one stood up. I turned my head towards Blaine and he quickly shook his head.

"Nope." He said without me asking and then followed by a sip on his beer.

"Why not?" I asked.

"I'm way out of practice." He answered.

"Blaine Anderson is out of tune? How would I believe that?!" I exclaimed.

I watched Blaine look down to stare at some invisible speck on the table, sadness quite obvious in the way he was avoiding my eyes.

Covering his hands with mine, I encouraged him to look up.

"Music used to be your life." I said in a tone barely above a whisper.

"I have not touched a piano since my dad died, Kurt." Feeling my heart drop at what he said, I forced a smile on my lips.

"C'mon." I said pulling him up. A few people clapped once both of us had stood up and made our way towards the stage. Climbing up the few steps, I took the empty seat in front of the piano and asked him to sit beside me. Pressing on the beginning keys of a song that's been on my head for a couple of weeks now, I sucked in a deep breath and continued on.

"Sometimes there's no rhyme or reason
It could rain in any season
It's funny how the world goes round"

My voice sounded rusty as well. Blaine's not the only one out of practice.

I watched him turn his head to look at me questioningly before seeing his lips break into a small smile.

"You feel like today is going your way
Life spins you out like a hurricane
Don't know if you're up or down"

"But you gotta just keep on trying
When you just feel so tired
It's a one way road but I know it's gonna lead us home"

I kept singing, sometimes missing the rights notes on the piano. I never had the best ears for identifying them. That was Blaine's talent, not mine. Blaine never broke eye contact, staring at me like he could see right through me.

I'm not sure as to when Blaine took control. But as soon as he took over the keys, everything sounded a bit better. He also started to sing.

"That's why I just keep on walking
As long as I hear you talking"

His velvety voice was as perfect as I remembered it. The strength of it not failing to make shivers run down my spine. He glanced up from the piano and looked at me again.

"Tell me again what you said last night
When you leaned over and turned out the light
You said, "Don't worry, no, no..
There's always tomorrow"

Seeing a tear fall from his eye as he sung, I felt my eyes water too. Blaine being the performer, kept singing.

"You took a breath and you smiled at me
And you whispered as you kissed my cheek
You said, don't worry, no, no..
There's always tomorrow"

We never got to sing past the chorus because as soon as more tears fell from Blaine's eyes, I just had to wrap him with arms in a tight hug. He shivered for a while as he cried and I started drawing small circles on his back to calm him. From the stage, I saw the audience, one after the other, start to applause, some of them standing up from their seats.

I leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips.

"They loved you." I said, my eyes beaming with pride.