It was the middle of the week before Kurt got to see Blaine again. His Monday and Tuesday had been super busy at the Vogue office but on Wednesday, Isabelle hadn't needed him to stay after hours, so Blaine invited him over for dinner at his apartment. Kurt had jumped at the idea, eager to see Blaine again and just relax for the evening.

Blaine's cooking skills were amazing, Kurt thought as Blaine stacked the dishwasher before turning it on.

"Would you like dessert?" Blaine asked and Kurt shook his head.

"Not yet," he replied. "Maybe a little after, I'm too full right now."

Blaine smiled and obviously preened a little under the attention. "I'm just glad you like my cooking skills."

"They're fantastic."

They moved to the living area and Blaine put on a DVD for them to watch. Kurt snuggled up to Blaine on the couch, under a blanket together. It was very domestic and Kurt felt utterly happy with the day's events. He'd had a good day at work and came straight to Blaine's after finishing; it was the perfect ending to the day.

Halfway through the movie, Blaine offered dessert again and Kurt agreed. Blaine cut them a slice of his homemade raspberry cheesecake and they shared it while leaning over the breakfast bar together. Kurt pressed his side against Blaine's, feeling his warmth seeping through his clothes.

"Here, have the last bite," Blaine said, holding up his dessert fork for Kurt. Kurt leaned forwards, lips closing over the piece of cutlery to take the last piece. He kept his gaze locked on Blaine's the entire time, licking his lips of any crumbs when he was done.

He saw Blaine's jaw slacken and he immediately closed the gap between them, kissing Blaine hotly. He could taste the raspberry sauce from the cheesecake on Blaine's tongue. Blaine's hands grabbed for Kurt's waist, holding him steady. Kurt tangled his fingers in the curly hair at the back of Blaine's head as they kissed.

Kurt barely even registered that Blaine was manoeuvring them back towards the living room he was that caught up in the kiss. He felt Blaine falter for a moment before breaking the kiss to sit down on the first piece of furniture he came to. It was a recliner armchair but Kurt didn't mind, as long as he got to sit close to Blaine and make out with him.

Blaine settled back in the chair and pulled Kurt on top of him before pulling the lever to recline them backwards. Kurt let out a surprised laugh at the motion before dipping his head to kiss Blaine again.

Blaine's hands roamed over his back, untucking his shirt before sliding up his back, stroking over his skin. Kurt moaned into the kiss, automatically thrusting down into Blaine. He could feel Blaine's erection against his own and he moved again experimentally.

Blaine paused and Kurt broke the kiss to look at him.

"I..."

Blaine licked his lips. "Compromise?"

"I'm listening," Kurt mumbled, kissing along Blaine's jaw line where there was a definite five o'clock shadow.

Blaine's hands squeezed at Kurt's hips. "I want to get you off," he said. "So badly."

Kurt sat back a little to look at Blaine. "Where's the compromise?"

"...I think you've fried my brain, I can't think of what I was going to say."

Kurt grinned. "How about," he started, rutting down onto Blaine's lap again. "We both get off and we don't feel bad about it?"

Blaine licked his lips and Kurt's gaze followed the movement. He dipped his head, pressing a soft kiss to Blaine's lips before Blaine nodded. "Yes," he said.

Kurt smiled and kissed Blaine again. They moved awkwardly, neither wanting to stop kissing, but neither willing to risk moving too much in case the chair toppled over. After an intense struggle, they both had their shirts and pants off. Kurt palmed Blaine over his underwear.

Blaine lifted his head to kiss Kurt again, connecting their lips in a messy but hot kiss. Kurt thrust down and Blaine moaned again. Kurt slipped two of his fingers beneath the waistband of Blaine's underwear. He caught Blaine's gaze, waiting for the okay before removing them completely. He shifted as best as he could, taking off his own too. He settled on Blaine's thighs, trying not to squash him into the recliner too much.

"You're so beautiful," Blaine whispered against Kurt's lips before kissing him long and slowly.

Kurt wrapped a hand around Blaine's cock, feeling its weight in his hand. He ran his thumb over the slit, rubbing the precome that was pooling there down Blaine's shaft as a substitute for lubricant.

Blaine arched into his touch, his own hand wrapping around Kurt's leaking erection. Kurt leaned forward, pressing his forehead to Blaine's before kissing him. He stroked Blaine slowly at first, teasing him. He wanted this to last as long as possible, even though his body was already telling him it wouldn't.

Blaine's stokes matched his own and Kurt broke the kiss, resting his forehead on Blaine's shoulder, panting heavily already. He turned his head, pressing kisses into Blaine's neck and everywhere his lips could reach.

He could feel his orgasm building already and he knew that he wasn't going to last long at all.

"Kurt," Blaine groaned as Kurt's hand started to stroke him faster. He quickly matched the pace and Kurt dipped his head to kiss Blaine again, moaning brokenly against his lips as he came hotly over Blaine's fist. Blaine came a moment later, clinging tightly to Kurt and letting out a groan of his own.

Kurt glanced down at the mess on his hand and leaned over to the side table to grab tissues for them. He cleaned them up and pressed a soft kiss to Blaine's lips.

"You're cold," Blaine whispered a few moments later and Kurt paused as he realised he was shaking.

"Just a little."

Blaine shifted out from underneath him and grabbed the blanket that was draped over the back of the couch. He re-joined Kurt on the recliner, squashing in close and he wrapped the blanket around them both.

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine as best as he could, grateful of the closeness that the recliner offered. He kissed Blaine again, unable to stop the contact between them.

"That was really nice," he whispered between kisses.

"Yeah, it was," Blaine agreed, running a hand down Kurt's naked back. "Really nice."

Kurt smiled, nosing Blaine's cheek before kissing him again. He felt his stomach swoop pleasantly when Blaine's arms tightened around him, holding him close underneath the blanket and with every passing moment, he felt himself falling more and more in love with Blaine.

~*~

"You look happy."

Blaine looked up from his Kindle, his sandwich half-way to his mouth as Tina sat across from him in the teacher's lounge. "Thanks?"

Tina smiled and picked at the fruit that Blaine had in a container next to him. She popped a grape in her mouth before continuing. "I mean in general," she said. "These last few weeks, you've just been a lot happier and you smile more, even for you."

Blaine set his sandwich down and dusted his fingers on a napkin. "I feel happier."

"Whatever it is, keep doing it. I like this look on you."

"Thanks," Blaine replied and then he paused before adding, "I met someone."

Tina beamed at him. "Well, what's he like?"

"He's incredible, Tina," Blaine gushed, unable to stop smiling. "We've been seeing each other for a little while now and I really think that this is going to last." He paused, just thinking of the last few weeks that had been filled with Kurt. Tina pinched another grape, still listening to him. "He's so different than anyone I've ever thought I would fall for."

"A change is a good thing," Tina said with a pointed look. "You and Dale were together for so long that it's no wonder your tastes have changed."

"I know," Blaine replied, nodding. "It's just... Okay, you can't judge me here, okay?"

"Now I'm curious."

Blaine took a breath and locked gazes with her. "He's younger than me. By a bit."

"What's a few years?" Tina said with a shrug. "Age is just a number, Blaine."

"He's twenty-two years old."

Tina paused in her chewing, staring at him. "Well," she said after a few long moments. "Not that that isn't a shock, because it is, but age is just a number and this is the happiest I have ever seen you, so I'm not going to judge."

Blaine let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. He got up and gave Tina a hug, which she returned. "Thank you," he said emphatically.

"When do I get to meet him?" Tina asked as Blaine sat back down.

"Uh, I don't know," Blaine replied. "We haven't really told many people yet. It's really new and we just wanted to see how we went first. I really want this to work."

"You should bring him to dinner on Friday night," Tina suggested. "We could have a group date night. Me and Mike, Valerie and April and you and your new guy!"

Blaine smiled, glad Tina had reacted positively to his news. "I'll ask Kurt," he said. "He sometimes works late on Fridays, so I'll ask."

"Be sure that you do," Tina said before pinching another one of his grapes. He slid the container holding the fruit towards her so she could pick freely at it.

Before their lunch break was over, Blaine sent Kurt a text message asking if he would like to have dinner with his friend Tina and her family.

It wasn't until the end of Blaine's school day that Kurt was able to reply with a 'yes, I'd love to :)' and Blaine couldn't help but grin at his phone for a full five minutes before sending a response text and putting his phone away.

Friday came quicker than Blaine expected. Kurt met him at his apartment and together they journeyed to Tina and Mike's apartment.

To say that Blaine was nervous would be an understatement. He knew his friends and he hoped they wouldn't judge his and Kurt's relationship. There was still that lingering in the back of his head that said they would.

He couldn't help but wonder how Kurt was handling it. They had spoken about meeting each other's friends and families because they knew they were both serious about the relationship. Kurt had agreed. He didn't want to hide their relationship either. They wanted to share their newfound love (thought maybe it was too soon to call it that) with those closest to them.

Kurt squeezed his hand and gave him a soft smile and Blaine couldn't help how his stomach flipped pleasantly, knowing that smile was for him and him alone.

"Tina and Mike are really lovely," Blaine said as they rode the elevator to Tina and Mike's floor. "Their daughter, Valerie, is a sweetheart too. She's in her senior year of high school and her girlfriend is too."

"Teen lesbians," Kurt commented. "I grew up with those."

Blaine smiled and leaned over to kiss Kurt's cheek. Kurt turned his head and kissed Blaine softly on the lips just before the doors opened. They stepped out and Blaine knocked on the door to Tina and Mike's apartment.

The door swung open and Tina's happy face greeted them. "Blaine!" she exclaimed. "Come on in!"

Blaine led Kurt into the apartment and reached behind him to close the door again.

"And you must be Kurt!" Tina said.

"That would be me," Kurt replied with a nod.

Blaine shucked off his coat and hung it in the little closet by the door, doing the same with Kurt's own.

Blaine introduced Kurt to Tina and her family, taking in the way they each gave him a once over. He was proud to be with Kurt and even more so as Kurt smiled easily at his friends.

"Valerie and April will be back soon," Tina said. "They just went to pick up dessert."

"What are we having for dessert?" Blaine asked, unable to help himself.

"Whatever cheesecake they bring back, probably," Mike replied.

"Oh, I love cheesecake," Kurt said and Blaine grinned.

They sat down in the living room, Mike pouring them each a glass of chilled white wine. Blaine casually rested his free hand on Kurt's thigh, smiling when Kurt's hand covered his own.

"So, Kurt, Blaine tells us that you work at Vogue?" Tina said, angling herself a little more to face Kurt.

"I do," Kurt replied. "I'm the executive assistant to the fashion editor, Isabelle Wright. We both used to work at Vogue dot com before moving to the magazine when the position became free."

"That sounds like a tough job," Tina said, taking a sip of her wine.

"It can be," Kurt answered. "I'm so used to it now that any crises are just a part of the job description."

Blaine listened as Kurt and Tina talked fashion and Kurt said that he could get her a private tour of the Vogue office, if she so wished. Tina agreed immediately, having been a fan of the magazine for a long time that Blaine could recall.

Valerie and April returned with dessert a short while later and Mike got up to serve dinner.

"Your friends are nice," Kurt whispered to Blaine as they entered the dining room. "Tina has a great fashion sense."

Blaine beamed and pressed a kiss to Kurt's cheek, elated that his boyfriend was getting along so well with his best friend.

They sat down to dinner and made small talk. The nerves Blaine had been feeling were slowly dissipating as the evening went on. Mike perked up when Kurt said that his dad owned a garage and was also a Congressman for Ohio; he talked politics for a few moments before starting to talk about the car that he had while in high school.

"He wouldn't admit it when the car was on its last legs," Tina said with a smile. "He cried."

"I... Well, I admit that," Mike said. "But that car held a lot of memories. Valerie was conceived in that car."

"Dad!" Valerie exclaimed. "I did not need to know that!"

Tina snorted and reached over to pat her daughter's hand. "Don't worry, sweetheart," she said. "You weren't conceived in your dad's car, no matter how much he likes to think you were."

Valerie made a face at her parents and abruptly changed the subject. "So, Kurt," she said. "Did you go to college at all?"

Kurt set his wine glass down. "I studied part time at NYU while doing my internship at Vogue. I majored in creative writing. Have you applied for many schools yet?"

Valerie nodded. "I have," she said. "Columbia, NYU, Yale, Harvard. I want to cover all of my bases."

"Val is looking to go into environmental law," Mike said. "And April is hoping to be a doctor."

"I want to be a surgeon," April added. "It's a family thing."

Kurt smiled and nodded. "I get that," he replied. "My brother, Finn, took over my dad's car shop while he's in Congress. We have to keep that in the family and while I can change a tyre faster than anyone else I know, being a mechanic is just not for me."

Blaine reached under the table to squeeze Kurt's knee gently, trying not to picture Kurt in a pair of greasy overalls, with a smudge of grease on his cheek from all of the hard work he had been doing.

"...dessert?"

Blaine blinked, realising that he had missed whatever it was that Tina said. "Sorry?"

Tina gave him a knowing smile. "Would you like dessert?"

"Oh," Blaine said. "Yes, if everyone else is."

"April and I are taking ours to my room," Valerie said as she cleared hers and April's plates. "We have studying to do and we don't want to be around a bunch of old people all night," she teased.

"Just keep the noise down," Mike said, pressing a kiss to the top of his daughter's head as she walked passed him to get to the kitchen.

"Will do," Valerie promised.

Tina served dessert and the remaining adults moved to the living room with their re-filled wine glasses, settling into the couches to chat some more. Blaine glanced at Kurt, who was smiling happily at something Tina was saying and he began to wonder why on Earth he had been feeling nervous to begin with. Kurt was perfect and seeing him interact with his friends just proved that.

~*~