Blaine sat in the story meeting, listening to the executive director of Sing, Brad Lee, drone on and on about the schedule for the rest of the season: story boards, new music ideas, basically Blaine's life for the next six months. He vaguely recognized that what was going on around him concerned him to a degree, but he couldn't focus. All he could think of was flawless silky skin, eyes like sapphires, and those all too tempting lips that he had spent so much time trying to capture, and the enigmatic smile that followed when Kurt refused.

Saying good-bye the next morning had been bittersweet. They had slept in, still wrapped in each other's arms. At some point they realized together that not matter how incredible lying together was, they would eventually have to get up and greet the day. And if they hadn't realized it already, their cell phones ringing surely reminded them.

A blissful, perfect moment, slapped in the face by realitiy.

Dave called Kurt, asking when he would be home, and to please pick up spaghetti sauce and milk.

Blaine's agent called to remind him of this useless meeting. What did it matter if he attended or not? He really didn't have much of a say in how things went anyway.

Blaine did everything in his power to try and make Kurt stay. But in the end, Kurt had to leave.

The moment Kurt's small silver car drove out of sight, Blaine's heart broke. He had put on the clothes Kurt had spent the night in, hid under his blankets, and surrendered to the darkness. He didn't get out of bed all day.

Depression settled over Blaine, seeping in through his pores, as his life was planned out for him with no hope of seeing Kurt in sight.

Until a single magical word seemed to permeate Blaine's thoughts...hiatus.

Filming was on hiatus for two weeks. How did he forget? For the first time that day Blaine smiled a real, genuine smile.

Before the meeting was even over, Blaine was pulling out his iPhone.

'What are you doing right now?'

Kurt heard his iPhone chirp, and he pulled it from his pocket. He smiled when he saw the message, and who it was from.

Kurt had been pleasantly surprised when Blaine had asked for Kurt's number before he left. Kurt thought he was just being nice. Kurt had certainly felt something between them in the short time they were together, but part of his mind - the part that had never quite recovered from the trauma of high school - had him convinced that he was the only one.

Kurt bit his lip as he sent back a response.

'I'm getting ready for work.'

With those five words, Blaine's heart shattered all over again. His entire forward momentum stopped. Of course, Kurt was still working. It wasn't like anything was going on between them. Blaine was just another client.

'Blaine?'

Blaine looked at his name across the screen, but he felt frozen, numb. He didn't even know how to respond.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

"Hello? Blaine? What's going on?"

"Uh, nothing. I'm sorry. You said you were getting ready for work, and I...uh..."

Kurt laughed, and Blaine's heart recovered slightly.

"No. No, Blaine. My day job. I teach an aerobics class down at the rec center."

Blaine sighed in relief. The color returned to his face, and he continued walking, seeing his goal in his sights.

"Oh," Blaine said, sounding relieved. On the other end of the line, Kurt blushed.

"I decided to take a small sabbatical...from the whole dominatrix thing. I  mean, seeing as how you were so generous when you paid me, I thought I could afford a little time off."

"Yeah...well, good." Blaine had mixed feelings. He was glad his angel wouldn't be dominating anyone else for a while, but in the mean time, would Kurt take Blaine up on his offer?

"Blaine?" Blaine could hear Kurt getting into his car. "Is there something wrong?"

"No," Blaine said quickly, trying not to lose his nerve. "Not at all. I just..."

Now or never, Anderson!

"...wanted to make you a proposition..."

Kurt smiled. He wanted to giggle, but he settled for spinning a little in place before easing down into his car.

"Well, Mr. Anderson." Kurt put his keys in the passenger seat and sat back, leaning his head against the head rest and closing his eyes. "I'm all ears. What do you want?"

Blaine had barely said good bye to Kurt and hit the 'end call' button before he was driving off the lot. He managed to make it home in record time. He already had an image of everything he would need, and packed quickly, grabbing several overnight bags and filling them clothes, socks, and his Motley toiletry bag.

Blaine was busy loading up the trunk of his car when Sebastian's silver Maserati pulled up the drive. Blaine was so focused on getting on the road, he didn't even have time to be annoyed at Sebastian's unwelcome intrusion.

Blaine ducked back into his house with Sebastian hot on his heels.

"So," Sebsatian said, racing to catch up to Blaine. "You seem to be in a hurry. Where are we going?"

"What do you mean?" Blaine didn't look up at Sebastian as he grabbed a few more bags. He sprinted back to his car and tossed them in with the rest.

"Well, you spent the last hiatus with Mia," Sebastian explained, "and we said next hiatus you and I were going to run away together and have our own two week fuck fest." Sebastian eyed the bags in Blaine's trunk, his enthusiasm dimming. "So, what's the plan?"

"Sorry, Bas," Blaine said, though he didn't sound all that sorry. "I already made plans. I'm going on a sort of... staycation."

Sebastian looked disgusted.

"What - what the fuck's a staycation?"

Blaine closed his trunk and felt in the pockets of his jeans for his credit cards and phone. "It's when you go on vacation close to home."

Blaine took one last jog over to the house to lock the door and set the alarm, Sebastian watching him work with an annoyed expression.

"So... where are you 'staycationing' exactly?"

Blaine wasn't too eager to tell Sebastian, because he wasn't sure whether or not Sebastian would actually follow him. It's not like Sebastian truly cared about him. Blaine knew that. Blaine was sort of a prize to Sebastian, and Sebastian hated to lose.

"San Diego." Blaine opened the driver side door and sat in the seat.

"What's in fucking San Diego besides Shamu?" Sebastian said indignantly. Then the look in his eyes became dark, and Sebastian bent down to look into Blaine's face.

"Is this...is this about that prostitute?" Sebastian grimaced. "The one from the autograph signing?"

This time it was Blaine's turn to look dark and indignant.

"Don't...call him that," Blaine said dangerously.

"If I remember correctly, tiger," Sebastian smirked, "you're the one who called him that."

Blaine's face clouded with shame, and Sebastian didn't miss the shift in his look. Blaine's eyes burned as they looked pointedly at Sebastian.

"And I intend to make up for that every day for the next two weeks."

Sebastian was shaking his head with dawning realization.

"Wait a second." Sebastian wanted to laugh. It was just too ridiculous. "Did you? Did he? You let him..."

Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Dominate me? Yes," Blaine admitted. "And it was amazing..."

"Mia and I wondered where you ran off to that night." This time Sebastian did laugh. "We looked every where. And to think, that whole time you were here getting your rocks off being spanked."

Sebastian looked confused when Blaine met his gaze.

"I didn't think I would like it..." Blaine sighed at the memory and smiled. "But it was sensual and exciting, and believe it or not relaxing. And Kurt, well Kurt is..."

"Okay, I get it," Sebastian interrupted, his smile plastered in place and not reaching his eyes. "You want to get this kink out of your system. Go ahead and do it. That should take, what, three days, tops? Then I can drive down, we can blow that scene, and spend the rest of the time in Mexico...drinking mojitos, fucking on the beach... What do you say?"

Blaine pulled the car door shut and started his car.

"Bye," Blaine said, as he pulled away. He giggled a little in anticipation as he sent the text - 'On my way.'

"So, tell me how this contract works?" Dave watched Kurt picked out peaches. He eyed Kurt carefully as Kurt chose a peach, sniffed it, and then either put it in the basket, or back on the pile with a small shake of his head. It was almost a ritual.

"Well," Kurt started, "Blaine said he's coming down to San Diego for vacation, and he wants to hire me...you know...in the evenings."

"Is he paying you?" There was an almost imperceptible edge to Dave's voice, and Kurt felt a chill, a slight flashback to a distant time. Kurt shook it away, before smiling a too tight smile and turning to face his companion.

"Of course, he's paying me," Kurt said. "This isn't a date or anything."

"But, he's hiring you for overnights as well?" Dave lowered his voice. "Are...are you sleeping with him?"

Kurt turned on Dave incredulously.

"Or course not." Something in Kurt's chest tightened at his own defensive reaction. "You know I don't sleep with clients." Kurt led Dave over to the apples this time. "I think...well, I just think he might be a little...lonely..."

Dave nodded, breathing a sigh of relief and taking a bag of large galas from Kurt's hands.

Blaine met Dave quite by accident.

The drive to San Diego was a blur of memories and daydreams. He had become so turned on and lost in his fantasizing a one-point that he almost rear ended a mini van. Before he knew it, he was driving through the town where Kurt had mentioned he lived.  He stopped, wondering if he could figure out where Kurt lived, but decided that was a ridiculous notion. Needing a break from driving in his cramped car, he decided to stop at the supermarket to pick up a few items. He had rented a seaside bungalow in Carlsbad, and had little intention of leaving it while Kurt was with him.

While wandering the aisles, he spotted them in the cereal aisle, arguing over brands. He hadn't pictured Dave as such a mammoth of a person. The guy could have been a football player. For a moment, Blaine was a little frightened for Kurt as they bickered, but then Blaine noticed it - the light in Dave's eyes as he looked at Kurt, the fond amusement that played at the corner of his mouth that struggled not to bloom into a smile. Eventually, Kurt won, but it didn't look like Dave had really put up much of a fight. In the end, the two of them looked at each other silently for a moment, and then broke into a fit of giggles.

Dave and Kurt stood in close proximity, Dave always looking at Kurt's mouth when Kurt wasn't paying attention. They touched constantly; no huge PDA, just light brushings of fingertips on arms, or a hand on a shoulder shared between two people who were obviously used to being around one another. Blaine felt a knot forming in his chest. He could ask himself why, but he knew the answer. He was jealous.

Kurt looked up suddenly and saw Blaine at the end of the aisle, standing awkwardly with his hand basket, staring at them. Blaine wanted to turn away, but the smile that immediately lit up Kurt's face shone like a beacon, and Blaine was powerless to do anything but walk toward it. Dave, on the other hand, did not seem too happy to see him.

"Hey!" Kurt grabbed Blaine's elbow and pulled him into their circle. "Fancy seeing you here."

"Just getting a few things," Blaine said a little uncomfortably. He turned to look at Dave, whose eyes looked every where but Blaine's. Blaine extended a hand in his direction. "I'm Blaine."

Dave cleared his throat and took the offered hand in his.

"I know who you are," Dave said, his voice low. "I'm Dave. Dave Karofsky."

"It's good to meet you, Dave." Blaine pumped his hand firmly once and then pulled it away. Blaine had the strangest feeling this man wanted to hit him. And why not? Dave obviously loved Kurt. Kurt probably told Dave all about that night they met. Now here he was, taking Kurt away every night for the next two weeks. Blaine decided if he were Dave, he would want to hit himself, too.

The silence that followed was strained, at best, and Kurt could feel the tension growing.

"Well, we'd better finish up here." Kurt smiled. He put a hand on Blaine's arm and squeezed gently. "I'll see you tonight."

Blaine nodded, offering a small wave to the two as they walked away. Kurt waved back, and then looped his arm through Dave's. Dave relaxed into the gesture as Kurt led him away to the checkout. Blaine's heart sank.

What was he doing? Kurt obviously had a life, with this huge scary man who loved him, and four kids - four kids! Did Blaine think he was actually going to be able to steal this man - this beautiful angel - away from all of that?

Would it be right of him to try?

Blaine sighed. He couldn't back out now. If he was only allowed to have two weeks in heaven, he would do it, and deal with the consequences later.