Their plan had be to make pancakes but Kurt ended up sitting on Blaine's living room floor, face to face with Blaine, their knees pressed together and each with a bowl of Cap'n Crunch cereal.

Blaine grinned at him from around his spoon and Kurt crinkled his nose, trying not to choke on his own cereal.

"What?" Blaine asked innocently.

"You have a bit of a milk moustache happening," Kurt replied.

Blaine licked his upper lip and Kurt found himself watching Blaine's tongue's every movement. He turned his attention back to his almost empty bowl and scooped up another spoonful of the cereal before setting his bowl on the coffee table next to Blaine's own.

"You know, since we've been sharing tonight," Blaine started. "You should tell me more about your dad."

Kurt smiled and nodded. He licked his lips free of the milk he could feel clinging there and reached across, taking both of Blaine's hands in his own. "What would you like to know?"

"Everything," Blaine replied.

Kurt chuckled. "I think I've told you most things," he said, bumping his knee against Blaine's.

"How about your mom then?" Blaine asked softly.

"I can do that," Kurt replied. "She was pretty amazing. She died when I was young, which you know, but she was the reason I am so proud to be who I am. She never took any bullshit from anyone. I think that's why my dad fell in love with her so quickly. She wasn't one to beat around the bush. In fact, she was the one to ask him out the first time."

"Really?" Blaine asked.

Kurt nodded. "Yeah, at least according to my dad," he continued. "She came up to him and just asked him straight out. He said yes, of course and six months later, they were married.

"She would constantly bend gender stereotypes as well. Her sister is gay too and my dad said people used to mock her because she couldn't be a lesbian if she looked so much like a woman would. So mom would do anything she could to prove that people could be who they wanted to be and that they didn't have to fit into gender norms."

Blaine grinned. "Now that is a woman who I can admire."

"She was pretty admirable," Kurt agreed. "Every Christmas time, my dad would ask her to wait for him to go and pick the Christmas tree, but she would get impatient and she'd take me with her to pick one. We'd pick the tree together and she would haul it back to the car, even though the tough men would tell her that she was too much of a lady to be carrying such a heavy tree and that a man should really be doing it.

"I remember her telling me that no one could tell me to be who I wasn't, that it was my choice who I wanted to be."

Kurt fell silent as he remembered her sheer determined nature.

"She would have liked you," he said after a moment of silence.

Blaine glanced at Kurt with such love in his eyes that Kurt thought he might burst from the things he was feeling. "I would have liked her too."

Kurt shifted onto his knees and kissed Blaine soundly on the lips. Blaine's hands came up to hold Kurt's waist and Kurt smiled against Blaine's lips.

Kurt moved again, unfolding his legs to place one on either side of Blaine's hips. He scooted closer to Blaine from where they were sitting on the carpet and he took one of Blaine's hands in his own.

"We should talk," Kurt said softly.

"We are talking..."

"About sex."

Blaine nodded. "I guess there's something you want to start with?"

Kurt nodded and twined his and Blaine's fingers together. "Sort of," he replied. "I know we're taking things slowly and I love it, but I just want to make sure that I'm not doing anything wrong."

"You're not," Blaine said. "Everything you do is perfect."

Kurt smiled. "Someone's a little biased," he teased lightly. "But I'll take it."

Blaine shook his head and grinned before kissing Kurt again.

"Maybe we should talk about the things we do and don't like?" Kurt suggested. "I mean, I don't want to, say, spank you or something and you hate it."

"...I'm not opposed to it," Blaine said. "But it's a situational kind of thing."

Kurt nodded, tracing Blaine's fingers with his own. "Good to know," he replied. "What else do you like?"

Blaine hummed softly. "I love early morning sex," he started. "Or sleepy sex. I used to wake Dale up with a blow job on his birthday. He always loved it and would occasionally return the favour."

"Waking up to a blow job?" Kurt repeated. "Sounds amazing to me."

"I'll be sure to wake you up like that on your birthday then," Blaine said as he leaned forwards and kissed Kurt's neck.

Kurt tilted his head to the side to let Blaine have better access to his neck. Blaine stopped at the pulse point and sucked and Kurt groaned at the touch. He brought his free hand up to tangle in the hair at the nape of Blaine's neck, fingers digging in ever so slightly.

"What about you?" Blaine asked, soothing over the spot with his tongue.

"Huh?" Kurt wondered, breathing heavily.

"What's something you'd like to do?"

"Oh," Kurt mumbled. "I haven't really thought about it..."

"Sure you have," Blaine whispered, kissing his way up Kurt's neck. He took the lobe of Kurt's ear in his mouth and nipped it. "You can tell me."

"I like riding," Kurt blurted out, feeling his face flush considerably.

"I'd love for you to ride me," Blaine said, voice husky in Kurt's ear as he bit the lobe gently. "I'd love to watch you sit down on my cock and ride me."

Kurt groaned, gripping the front of Blaine's robe with his hand.

"I think we should do that for our first time," Blaine said, kissing his way down Kurt's throat, stopping at his shoulder. "What do you think?"

Kurt nodded, his eyes still closed and his breath coming hard. "Yes," he said. "God, yes."

Blaine's teeth dragged along Kurt's shoulder, down to his collarbone and back up again. Kurt turned his head and captured Blaine's lips with his own, kissing him slowly. He unclenched his hand from Blaine's robe and smoothed out the material, looping his arms around Blaine's shoulders as they kissed.

He could feel his ass beginning to go numb from sitting on the floor for so long and he wriggled even closer to Blaine.

"I think you should play something for me," Kurt said between kisses. "On your piano."

Blaine glanced up at him, a slightly startled look on his face before he nodded. "Okay," he agreed.

They got up off the floor, stopping by the kitchen to put their bowls in the sink. Blaine took Kurt's hand and led him to the room on the other side of the apartment that housed Blaine's piano.

"What would you like me to play?" Blaine asked as he pulled out the piano stool to sit on.

"Anything," Kurt replied, sitting next to Blaine.

"Okay," Blaine said with a nod, running his fingers over the keys of the piano. Kurt watched as he paused before starting a melody that Kurt didn't recognise.

He kept his gaze on Blaine's face, watching as his boyfriend's eyes closed, taking in the slight crease in Blaine's brow as he concentrated. Kurt let the music wash over him. Whatever the piece was, it was beautiful. He glanced down, watching Blaine's fingers hit the keys with confidence and ease that only came with years of playing.

The song came to an end a few minutes later and Blaine turned his head to look at Kurt. Kurt smiled and kissed him soundly on the lips.

"That was beautiful," he said.

Blaine smiled. "Thank you. We should play something together."

"Ohh, I'm a bit rusty," Kurt said. "I haven't played in a long time."

Blaine bumped his shoulder against Kurt's own. "I'll start; you just come in whenever you want to."

Kurt nodded and Blaine's fingers found their way back to the piano keys, starting softly on a song that Kurt instantly recognised. He took a breath and let the familiarity of the song lead him to play.

Blaine grinned at him as they played and Kurt ducked his head, smiling still. The song came to an end and Blaine covered Kurt's hand with one of his own. He brought it up to his lips to kiss the back of it. Kurt felt his stomach flutter at the action, his gaze firmly on Blaine.

"Not rusty at all," Blaine whispered.

Kurt nodded at the comment and turned back to the piano, playing something that his mom had taught him as a young child. He remembered playing it with her before she got sick. He blinked back the unshed tears and concentrated on the song. He could feel Blaine's gaze on him and rather than being self-conscious about it, it made Kurt feel more confident. He closed his eyes and felt his way around the keys with practised ease. He kept his eyes closed as he played, just taking in the memory of his mom teaching him when he was a child.

"What was that song? I didn't recognise it," Blaine asked when Kurt had finished.

Kurt turned to face Blaine, slipping one leg over the bench so he could get closer to him. "My mom wrote it," he started. "It's called For Kurt. Because one of the first songs she played me when I was little was Fur Elise and I wanted a song with my name in the title. So she wrote it."

"It's gorgeous," Blaine replied. "Your mom was a talented woman."

Kurt laid his head to rest on Blaine's shoulder and wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist loosely. "Yeah, she was."

Kurt glanced at the keys of the piano and smiled to himself.

"I took lessons from when I was nine," Kurt said. "Before she passed away, Mom taught me how to play that song so I was kind of an intermediate student when I started. She used to be a music teacher at my school and every day, once everyone was gone, we would sit in the music room and just play together. She had the patience of a saint, I swear.

"Not that she didn't have her faults, of course," Kurt added and Blaine squeezed his hand gently in response. "Because she swore like a sailor whenever her football team started to lose. But when it was just her and I, everything was perfect."

"What team did she go for?"

"Buckeyes," Kurt replied automatically. "It's the family team. I just nod along. Football doesn't interest me but Dad's in good company with Finn. They watch the game together every week when it's football season."

Blaine chuckled. "Football season is important," he said.

Kurt snorted. "If you say so."

Blaine turned and kissed Kurt's forehead. "C'mon, we should go to bed, it's late."

"Mmm," Kurt mumbled. "I don't want to, not yet."

"What do you want to do then?" Blaine asked, closing the piano lid over the keys.

Kurt smiled and stood up, taking Blaine's hand in his own to lead him from the room. He glanced at the clock in the living room as they passed through and saw that it was three in the morning.

"We should stay up and watch the sunrise," Kurt said. "But until then, we can snuggle on the couch..."

Blaine nodded and they got comfortable on the couch, Blaine leaning against the arm, Kurt between his legs, his back pressed flush against Blaine's chest. He wrapped the throw blanket around them and snuggled into Blaine as best as he could. Blaine kissed the side of his head and Kurt closed his eyes, content.

"Don't fall asleep now," Blaine said softly and Kurt hummed in acknowledgement.

"I won't."

Kurt felt his body relax against Blaine's own and he could feel himself getting tired but he didn't want to fall asleep just yet. He wanted to stay awake and watch the sun rise with Blaine.

He wanted to remember this night forever.

Blaine's voice was comforting in his ear, telling him stories of his childhood. He told Kurt the story of when he came out to Cooper and Cooper had just shrugged saying 'yeah, what else is new?' and it was the first time that Blaine hadn't felt scared to be himself. Kurt smiled at the story, glad that Blaine had Cooper growing up, even if there was a ten year age difference between them.

Blaine's stories then went onto how he and Tina had been best friends in high school and her awkward crush on him.

"We got through it though," Blaine said. "Then in college, she met Mike and fell in love. She's a sweet girl and she's probably someone I would be interested in if I had been straight."

"I'm glad you're not," Kurt said, twisting himself in Blaine's hold so he could see his boyfriend's face. "It would make this really awkward."

Blaine chuckled and grinned down at him. "I'm glad I'm not too," he agreed. "Because I love you too much to let you go."

"Sap," Kurt said fondly. He curled back into Blaine's arms, unable to stop smiling.

A while later, the sky changed colours and they both stood at the large window on the far end of Blaine's apartment, overlooking the city. Everything seemed so quiet, which was odd for New York City. He wished they could go up onto the roof of Blaine's apartment building but he knew there wasn't a way up there.

"The colours are so beautiful," Blaine said from beside Kurt and Kurt nodded in agreement.

"It really is."

Blaine's arm wrapped around Kurt's middle and held him close as they watched the sunrise together in silence. Kurt sighed softly and turned to Blaine once the sun had fully risen.

"How about we go to bed now?"

Blaine nodded and they headed back to Blaine's bedroom together. Kurt slipped into his side of the bed and immediately curled around Blaine. He kissed Blaine softly on the lips and whispered good night before slipping into a deep, content sleep.

~*~

Blaine liked watching Kurt work.

He was so focused with the way he worked. He was particular and a perfectionist when he worked and nothing but the best would ever do. Blaine enjoyed watching Kurt's face go from the slight concentrated frown to the sheer joy of finishing a task perfectly.

Kurt rarely noticed Blaine when he was working, his mind was so focused on what he was doing but Blaine didn't mind. He didn't feel like he was being ignored; Kurt's work was important to him.

"Kurt."

Kurt glanced up and Blaine smiled as he realised that Kurt's boss was standing in front of him.

"Your boyfriend is here."

Isabelle threw Blaine a wink as she left the office and Kurt's head whipped around to face Blaine.

"Blaine!" he said. "What are you doing here?"

"It's yoga and tai chi day, I thought I'd come pick you up from work so we could go together," Blaine replied, stepping into Kurt's office to kiss him hello.

"You're an angel," Kurt said. "But I can't go home until I have this sorted out."

"Anything I can help with?" Blaine asked, stepping around the desk to see what Kurt was working on, his hand coming to rest on Kurt's lower back automatically.

Kurt sighed. "Unless you can help me pick a theme, then I have nothing."

Blaine glanced down at the two side-by-side computer screens that Kurt had set up. He could see that Kurt had Photoshop open and had been trying to make progress on that. "I think you've got your theme."

"What? Where?" Kurt asked.

"All of the masks," Blaine pointed out. "It seems pretty obvious from where I'm sitting."

Kurt turned to him, a look of wonder on his face. He grabbed Blaine and pulled him in for a kiss, holding him tightly. "Thank you!" he said as he broke the kiss. "I've been staring at this for a good hour trying to think of something to use. I can't believe I didn't see the masks there!"

Blaine chuckled. "It happens to the best of us."

Kurt smiled. "You have no idea how relieved I am."

Blaine accepted the second kiss Kurt had for him, it was much less urgent but still as passionate and it made Blaine's stomach tingle pleasantly.

"Oh, I have an idea," Blaine replied a little breathlessly. "Does this mean you get to leave on time then?"

Kurt nodded. "I do," he said. "I just need to finish up this if you want to wait for me?"

"Of course," Blaine replied. "I'll just read while you work."

"Thank you," Kurt said, beaming at Blaine before turning back to the computer screens in front of him, mouse clicking frantically as he worked.

Blaine felt like he had barely switched on his iPad when Kurt had turned his computer off and kissed his cheek.

"That was quick," Blaine commented.

Kurt smiled. "I just had to finish up some things and email Isabelle my ideas before the end of the day. I would have been here for hours if you hadn't come along when you did."

"Well, I'm glad," Blaine replied. "C'mon, yoga waits for no man."

Kurt snorted. "I'm just going to get changed," he said and he pecked Blaine on the lips before taking his yoga bag into the men's bathroom to change into his workout clothes. He dressed and met Blaine back in his office.

"I think Santana is meeting us there today," Kurt said as he slipped his work laptop into his bag and slung it over his shoulder.

Blaine nodded and they left the building together, hand in hand. It still made Blaine excited knowing that he could do this, he could hold Kurt's hand down the street and hardly anyone, if anyone at all, gave them a second look. It felt liberating.

Santana was waiting outside for them when they arrived, playing with her phone. "Hey," she said in greeting. "I was about to give up on you two."

"Sorry," Kurt said. "Work ran late."

Santana nodded and they all headed into the yoga room together. Kurt set his bags aside and stretched out his mat between Blaine's and Santana's.

Blaine literally watched the stress melt out of Kurt during the duration of the class. He was glad for it, he didn't like when Kurt was stressed.

The class ended all too soon for them and Blaine quickly rolled up his mat and pecked Kurt on the lips, saying he would meet him in the tai chi room. Kurt and Santana hung back, talking, and Blaine was glad they were getting along better. He entered his tai chi room and greeted the members that were already there. He waited for everyone else to arrive and he caught Kurt's gaze as he entered the room, smiling at him.

Kurt was wearing Blaine's favourite pair of yoga pants and Blaine bit back a groan. They really left little to the imagination. Not that Blaine was complaining, of course.

Blaine pushed that thought out of his mind, trying to get into the correct headspace for the class. It wouldn't do for him to lose focus and do a move that potentially hurt himself or anyone else copying him.

The hour went by fairly quickly and before Blaine knew it, it was just Kurt, Santana and himself left in the room.

"Are we going back to your place or mine?" Kurt asked.

"Uh, yours if you want," Blaine replied. "I made dinner reservations so we can go to your apartment first."

Kurt smiled and nodded. "Okay."

"C'mon you two, quit making gooey eyes at each other," Santana said from the other side of the room.

Blaine picked up his gym bag and slung it over his shoulder and followed the two out of the building. He hailed a cab for them and they all climbed in.

"So, where are we going for dinner?" Kurt asked once they were in his bedroom in Kurt's apartment.

Blaine perched on the end of the bed. "Mmm, somewhere nice," he said with a smile. He didn't want to give it all away; he wanted to leave something as a surprise. They hadn't gone out in a while, usually opting to stay in, but Blaine wanted to take Kurt out on a proper date.

"Fine," Kurt said in mock exasperation. "I'm going to go shower."

"Okay," Blaine said. He tilted his head up and accepted Kurt's kiss, wishing they had time to do more but he knew how long Kurt took in the bathroom to get ready.

Blaine got up off the bed and picked up his iPad to take to the living room. He made himself comfortable on the couch so he could check his emails.

"So, where are you taking Kurt for dinner?" Santana asked as she breezed into the living room.

"Just somewhere," Blaine replied.

"Having a romantic night out, are we?" she asked and Blaine nodded.

"Yeah," he said. "I figured we could both use it. I know Kurt's been stressed about work lately, so I wanted to take his mind off it."

Santana stared at him for a few, long moments. "You're a good boyfriend."

Blaine gave her a slightly confused look. "Thanks?"

"It's a good thing," Santana said. "Kurt... he had it rough in high school. Then he got hot and we moved here and guys were all over him. He didn't realise it though, that whenever we went out someone was hitting on him. Kurt's either really oblivious or just a really good actor.

"Either way," Santana continued. "He likes you. And you seem to have a good head on your shoulders but that might be because you're old."

Blaine blinked. He wasn't exactly sure where she was going with all of this but the least he could do was hear her out.

"What I'm trying to say is if you hurt him, I will go all Auntie Snix on you," she said. "I know people and we can hide the body where no one will find it. Got it?"

"I'm not going to hurt him," Blaine said. "Just so you know."

Santana levelled him with a gaze and then nodded. "Good. Because I would really hate to hurt you."

"You and me both," Blaine replied.

Santana seemed satisfied with whatever Blaine had said to her because she changed the subject quickly to what it was like for Blaine working at Anderson and Sons. They kept talking about the firm until Kurt had finished getting ready and had exited his bedroom looking absolutely stunning. Blaine's breath caught in his throat when he took in Kurt's appearance. He had on the most gorgeous purple button down shirt and had on black skinny jeans. It was simple yet it looked phenomenal on Kurt.

"Is it too much?" Kurt asked. "I can change."

"No," Blaine said quickly. "You're perfect."

"Gag me," Santana muttered as she got up and left the room.

Kurt smiled at Blaine and Blaine got up to close the distance between them. "You look great," he said.

"Thank you," Kurt replied and he kissed Blaine soundly on the lips. "We'd better get to your apartment so you can change before dinner."

"We do," Blaine agreed.

It didn't take long for Blaine to get ready in his own apartment and they made it to the restaurant in plenty of time. Their server showed them to their table and Blaine sat down across from Kurt and accepted the offered menu.

"Blaine..." Kurt said slowly. "Why are there no prices on this menu?"

"That's just how they do things here," Blaine replied, glancing over the listings of the delicious foods the restaurant had to offer. "Just order anything, tonight is on me."

Kurt made a noise and Blaine glanced up over his menu.

"Is something wrong?" Blaine asked softly.

"You know you don't need to take me to expensively fancy restaurants, right? You already have me," Kurt replied.

Blaine smiled. "I know I don't have to," he started. "I like to. Besides, we haven't gone out together in a while because someone likes my cooking too much. I thought we could both use the treat."

Kurt glanced at him with love in his eyes. "Okay," he said. "You've won me over with that little speech."

Blaine chuckled. "Good," he replied. "Because I'm getting a lobster if you want one too?"

Kurt hummed. "I was going to try the duck but lobster sounds amazing."

Blaine set his menu down on the table and Kurt placed his on top. Their server came back a few minutes later with their bottle of wine and took their meal orders.

"This is nice," Kurt said once they were alone again. "Coming out with you, having dinner in a fancy restaurant that I'm severely underdressed for."

"You're not underdressed," Blaine replied, picking his glass up to take a sip from.

"And you're biased," Kurt said fondly. "Still, thank you."

Blaine smiled at him. "Any time."

Their meals came a while later and Blaine thanked the waiter after Kurt did and picked up his glass.

"A toast," he said and Kurt glanced at him curiously as he picked up his own glass. "To us, no matter how cheesy that is."

"To us," Kurt echoed softly.

They clinked their glasses together and Blaine took a sip from his, watching Kurt all the while. Kurt flashed him a smile before setting his glass down to start his meal.

Blaine followed suit, starting on his delicious lobster. Half way through the meal, Blaine felt Kurt's shoe clad foot press against his own and he smiled to himself, tucking his foot comfortably against Kurt's.

"What would you like for dessert?" Blaine asked once they had finished their meals and their server had brought over the dessert menus. "They have some nice looking cheesecakes."

Kurt hummed. "Mmm, that sounds lovely," he replied. "We could share a slice, if you want?"

Blaine nodded. "I would love that," he said. "You order, I'm not fussed either way."

Kurt nodded and flagged down their server to order their dessert.

"Are you coming back to my place tonight?" Blaine asked while they waited.

Kurt glanced up at him. "Sure," he replied. "If you want me to?"

Blaine nodded. "Of course I do," he said. "I love waking up next to you."

Kurt flushed and ducked his head a little and Blaine reached across the table for his hand, sliding his fingers between Kurt's own. "You're such a romantic, Blaine Anderson," Kurt said softly.

"I try," Blaine replied, lifting Kurt's hand to his lips so he could kiss the back of it.

Their dessert arrived a moment later and Blaine reluctantly let go of Kurt's hand. He picked up his dessert fork and scooped up a piece, holding it out for Kurt to have the first bite.

"Mmm, this is delicious," Kurt gushed. "I never knew caramel could be used like that."

Blaine grinned. "It's pretty good, isn't it?" He broke off another piece with his fork for himself. He watched Kurt take another piece of himself and eat it.

"This has to be the single best dessert I've ever had," Kurt said, sounding like he could barely contain his moan.

"I'll be sure to tell the chef," Blaine said. "He's a family friend."

Kurt's eyes widened. "Is there anyone you don't know?"

Blaine chuckled. "Of course," he replied. "I don't know the President..."

Kurt shook his head at Blaine and focused on the cheesecake again. Blaine smiled to himself and broke off another piece with his fork to eat. He left the last part for Kurt and picked up his wine glass and took a long sip, finishing it off.

"Thank you for tonight," Kurt said once he had finished the cheesecake. "It's been lovely."

"I'm glad," Blaine replied. "You've been so stressed lately, you deserve to be pampered."

Kurt smiled at him, his eyes shining with love and Blaine swore his heart skipped a beat at that look. He really was the luckiest man on earth.

Their server came with the bill and Blaine slipped his credit card into the small flap and handed it back to her with a 'thank you' and a smile. She left them alone and Blaine reached for Kurt's hand again. He stroked the back of Kurt's hand with his thumb, tracing over a small freckle.

"Here's your card, sir," their server said. "Have a nice evening."

Blaine nodded at her. "Thank you," he said. He and Kurt stood and left the restaurant together.

"So," Kurt started as they walked along the street together. "Just how much was dinner?"

"Mmm, not much," Blaine replied. "But I'm not telling you exactly how much. The whole point of tonight is that I got to spoil you."

"Oh, is that what it was?" Kurt asked teasingly. He stopped in the middle of the path and Blaine grinned, wrapping his arms around Kurt's middle.

"Of course," he replied, leaning in to kiss Kurt softly. "A man has to keep his boyfriend happy, after all."

"You do already," Kurt whispered against Blaine's lips.

"I know," Blaine said, pausing to kiss Kurt a little deeper. "I just like doing things for you. It makes me happy."

"I love you," Kurt said before kissing Blaine hotly.

"We'd better get home before we get arrested for public indecency," Blaine said as he reluctantly pulled away.

"Okay," Kurt said with a pout and Blaine grinned, unable to help himself from kissing Kurt once more.

They made their way back to Blaine's apartment a short while later and instead of going straight to the bedroom like Blaine thought they would, Kurt asked to borrow Blaine's laptop so he could check his email.

Blaine settled on the couch next to Kurt with his iPad in his own hands to check his emails too, figuring it would be better to get it out of the way.

"This project is going to be the death of me," Kurt muttered. Blaine glanced to the laptop screen that Kurt was staring intently at.

"Don't think like that," Blaine said. "Is there anything I can help with?"

Kurt huffed out a sigh. "Not really," he replied. "This piece just should have been done for the last issue but it was handed to me this morning and I have to have it completed by the end of the week. It's okay, I'll get it done, but this technically isn't in my job description."

"Let me guess," Blaine started. "The part of being the executive assistant means you have to handle whatever gets thrown at you?"

"Bingo," Kurt replied. "I won't be long, I promise. I just want to get a head start on this."

"It's okay," Blaine assured him. "I just like spending time with you."

Kurt smiled and gave him a quick kiss. "You're the sweetest."

Blaine smiled back. "I try."

He turned back to his iPad and figured he'd play a round of Angry Birds while he waited for Kurt to finish up.

Blaine had just cleared three levels when he glanced over at Kurt's screen again, seeing the range of masks on the screen. He watched as Kurt positioned them in different places and continued typing.

"What are the masks for anyway?" Blaine asked.

"It's for a focal piece," Kurt replied as he kept working. "It was supposed to go with our annual masquerade ball but someone at work didn't do the piece and they got fired so it got left up to me. I know the ball was ages ago now but the piece still needs to be done. Thankfully masquerade balls can occur at any point in the season. Which is why Isabelle has me doing this now."

Blaine hummed. "I went to that ball," he commented.

Kurt looked up at him. "You did?" he asked.

"I did," Blaine replied with a nod. "It's tradition that the Andersons go every year."

"Oh, right, of course," Kurt said. "I completely forgot. What were you wearing? Maybe I saw you and didn't realise it?"

"You might have; I stuck out like a sore thumb thanks to Audrey," Blaine replied. "She picked out a suit and mask for me and wouldn't let me wear anything else. Oh, who won that date with Zac Efron?"

"Lauren Zizes," Kurt said, sounding put out. "I so wanted that date."

"You and me both," Blaine agreed.

Kurt raised an eyebrow at him. "You wanted to go on a date with Zac Efron?"

"What? He's hot!"

Kurt choked out a laugh. "You're the cutest."

"I still have my mask," Blaine said, getting up off the couch. He set his iPad down and stretched. "Want to see if you remember me?"

"Sure," Kurt said. "I need to finish up anyway."

"Meet you in the bedroom then," Blaine said as he exited the living room. He rummaged through his drawers, trying to recall where he had put the mask. He moved to the closet, and flicked the light on. He spotted a sleek black box on a shelf and pulled it down. He opened the lid and saw his mask sitting on plush velvet.

He re-entered his bedroom to find Kurt already undressing.

"Here we go," Blaine said, holding out the box to Kurt.

Kurt took it from him and went completely still. Blaine frowned, wondering what had caused Kurt to react like that.

"It's you..." Kurt whispered.

"What's me?" Blaine asked softly.

Kurt lifted the mask out of the box, his hand visibly shaking. Blaine watched as Kurt set the box down and lifted the mask to his face. "It's you."

Blaine blinked, looking at Kurt through the mask where Kurt was holding it. Kurt stepped closer and his gaze flicked to Blaine's lips before kissing him with the barest brush of his lips against Blaine's own.

Blaine shot Kurt an inquisitive look as he pulled back.

"You were the guy in the white suit," Kurt said, putting on a fake British accent.

Blaine's eyes widened as he immediately flashed back to the masquerade ball, to the guy in the gorgeous black mask that he had danced with.

Kurt gently pulled the mask away from Blaine's face to set it back down and looked at him hesitantly.

"Oh," Blaine started softly. "There you are; I've been looking for you forever."

Kurt beamed at him and threw his arms around Blaine's shoulders, almost knocking him over as he kissed him over and over, missing his lips a few times but Blaine didn't care.

"You're him," Kurt said breathlessly. "This is... so strange."

"But good though, right?"

"Perfect," Kurt replied. "You have no idea how much better this makes everything."

"I think I do," Blaine whispered, capturing Kurt's lips in another kiss.

~*~