"What are you working on?"

Kurt glanced up from the sketch pad in his hand as Blaine sat down on the couch next to him, swinging Kurt's feet into his lap.

"Oh, just some sketches," Kurt replied. "I don't know why I do it, it's not like any designers are ever going to see them."

"May I look?" Blaine asked.

Kurt nodded and handed the book over to Blaine. "They're rough," he said. "So keep that in mind."

"Kurt," Blaine breathed. "These are really good."

"Really?" Kurt asked, a little shy.

Blaine nodded. "They really are," he replied. "You're talented, Kurt."

Kurt flushed and scrunched his nose a little. "I'm not. I mean, I do try, but I've got nothing compared to some of the sketches I see every day at work."

Blaine slipped his hand up the end of the loose sweatpants Kurt was wearing and rested his hand on his calf. "I don't care what everyone else does, I care about what you do and I think these are amazing."

Kurt smiled. "Thank you," he said and he leaned over to give Blaine a kiss.

"Are you coming to bed?" Blaine asked.

"Is it that time already?" Kurt wondered, slipping his feet from Blaine's lap.

"Mmhmm," Blaine hummed as he got up and he set Kurt's sketchbook down on the coffee table. He held out his hand for Kurt to take and Kurt smiled as he stepped into Blaine's waiting arms.

"Lead the way," Kurt said. Blaine grinned and took Kurt's hand, leading him into their bedroom, shutting off the lights as they went.

Kurt slipped out of his clothes as they entered the bedroom and he climbed into bed next to Blaine. He snuggled into his boyfriend and linked their hands on Blaine's chest.

"Don't forget, we're having dinner with Cooper and Genevieve tomorrow night," Blaine said before he kissed the top of Kurt's head.

"Mmm, I won't," Kurt replied. "He's already sent me three text messages about it."

Blaine chuckled and brought Kurt's hand up to his lips to kiss his palm. He kissed the tip of each finger in turn slowly, his lips warm against the pads of Kurt's fingers.

"Night, Kurt," Blaine whispered. "I love you."

"I love you too," Kurt returned and he leaned over to kiss Blaine soundly on the lips. "Night."

Kurt unexpectedly woke in the middle of the night, overcome with inspiration for the sketches he had been doing earlier in the evening. He slipped carefully out of Blaine's arms and out of bed. He grabbed his robe and tied it around himself before heading out into the living room. He curled up in Blaine's arm chair with only the lamp on and his sketchbook in his lap, furiously sketching away the designs he had pictured in his mind.

His pencil scratched at the surface of the page, drawing line after line, and design after design. Kurt had no idea how long he had been working for but all he knew was that he had to get it out.

He had been particularly focused on the sketches he had created lately. He wanted to create an entire line out of them. He knew there was only the slimmest of chances that anyone would actually look at his designs and go for them, but he was nothing if not determined.

Blaine's apartment – their apartment – was so big that Kurt had an entire room for himself to create in. He had a sewing machine set up and copious amounts of fabrics already and he had made sample pieces of the outfits he particularly liked.

It was an exhilarating thing to make something that he had designed himself. He hoped that one day he might be able to work for the top designers in New York. Working under Isabelle at Vogue had really honed Kurt's sense for fashion. When he lived in Ohio, he had clearly been the best dressed male in the entire state, no argument there, but in New York – the fashion capital – he couldn't just follow the fashion trends, he had to set them. Working at Vogue helped that.

Kurt was determined to get his designs seen by the best of the best. He just had to make it work first.

"Kurt?"

Kurt looked up to see Blaine shuffling into the living room, tying his own robe around himself as he yawned.

"Hey," Kurt said softly. "Did I wake you?"

"Mmm," Blaine mumbled. "Your side of the bed was cold. How long have you been out here?"

He perched on the arm of the chair Kurt was in and Kurt glanced up at him.

"Sorry," Kurt said. "I woke up and I just had to sketch."

"It's okay," Blaine replied. "Do you want a hot chocolate or something?"

"No, I'm good," Kurt said and he tilted his head up to kiss Blaine. "I'll come back to bed."

"No, stay," Blaine insisted. "If you've been hit by inspiration, you owe it to yourself to keep going. It just means you have to stay in bed longer with me when we wake up."

Kurt chuckled. "I won't be long, promise."

Blaine kissed him again. "I'll be waiting."

Blaine headed back for their room and Kurt turned his attention back to the sketch pad to finish his design. He didn't stay up much longer; the thought of Blaine sleeping alone in bed was too tempting. He headed back to their room and shrugged off his robe and slipped back into bed next to Blaine.

Kurt smiled when Blaine immediately wrapped himself around Kurt, holding him close.

"You came back," Blaine mumbled against Kurt's neck.

"Of course," Kurt replied and he shifted to kiss Blaine properly.

"You know," Blaine started. "If I wasn't half asleep, we could have sex."

Kurt chuckled and kissed Blaine again. "We still can..."

Blaine opened his eyes at that. "I knew telling you that sleepy sex was a thing of mine was a good idea."

Kurt grinned. "It's turned out pretty well so far," he agreed, kissing Blaine again. "Not tonight, though. We have to be up in a few hours and then we have to spend the evening on a double date with your brother and his wife."

"And the mood is ruined," Blaine replied, dropping his head onto Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt gently rubbed Blaine's upper arm. "Not completely," he said. "I still might wake you up with a blow job."

Blaine grinned and kissed Kurt again, licking into his mouth with slow, sure strokes of his tongue that had Kurt moaning. "Not if I wake up first."

Kurt hummed into the kiss. "Deal."

Kurt woke again in the morning to the soft press of lips on his back. He shifted slightly and glanced over his shoulder at Blaine who was working his way down Kurt's back, kissing every possible inch that he could.

Kurt sighed and laid his head back down on the pillow and closed his eyes.

"Morning," Blaine mumbled against his skin.

"Morning," Kurt returned. "That feels nice."

"Good," Blaine said before biting down on the swell of Kurt's ass. Kurt groaned and arched back into Blaine's touch.

Blaine's lubricated fingers stroked along his opening before he pushed one in. Kurt groaned again and lifted his ass a little higher.

"So eager," Blaine muttered, kissing the base of Kurt's spine as he wriggled his fingers inside of Kurt.

"Only for you," Kurt replied.

Blaine quickly found his prostate and stroked it. Kurt's mouth dropped open in a silent moan and Blaine kept moving his fingers inside of him, stretching him open.

Kurt could feel his erection straining towards his stomach and he reached down, wrapping a hand around it. His hand was batted away a moment later and was replaced with Blaine's own.

"Not going to last," Kurt whispered.

"I know," Blaine replied. He shifted behind Kurt and Kurt heard the cap of the lubricant opening and closing. Blaine pushed into Kurt with one smooth movement. Kurt dug his fingers into the sheets below him, gripping them tightly as he adjusted to Blaine inside of him.

Blaine lifted his hips a little more and wrapped his hand around Kurt's cock, stroking it enough times to make Kurt groan and shiver. Blaine leaned down and kissed the back of Kurt's neck, lingering there for a few long moments.

"Move, please," Kurt whimpered.

Blaine moved above him, thrusting in hard and Kurt groaned again. Kurt could feel Blaine everywhere. His torso was pressed along Kurt's back as he kept thrusting into Kurt and his mouth felt like it was everywhere at once – on his neck, his shoulders, his back. It was amazing.

Kurt buried his face in his arms as Blaine kept thrusting into him. He dropped a hand to his erection again and started stroking it. He felt his body tense in that familiar way and after a particularly hard thrust from Blaine, Kurt was coming over his hand, panting heavily. He slumped against the mattress, completely spent.

"So beautiful," Blaine whispered, his lips grazing the shell of Kurt's ear. Blaine fucked into him a few more times before groaning as he came. His breath was hot and damp on Kurt's shoulder, his lips kissing the spot over and over.

Blaine pulled out of him a few moments later and collapsed onto the mattress next to him. Kurt glanced over at Blaine, feeling decidedly sleepy again. He wriggled closer and wrapped his arms around Blaine's torso, ignoring the wet feeling between his legs where Blaine's come was leaking out of him.

"You do realise," Kurt started. "That you've set the bar for every morning now."

Blaine grinned and kissed him soundly on the lips. "Mmm, I know," he mumbled. "Too much of a good thing though..."

Kurt chuckled and reached up to stroke Blaine's stubbly cheek with his thumb. "I guess I'll just have to put up with it."

Blaine grinned and pulled Kurt closer until they were flush against each other. He kissed Kurt again briefly.

"We should shower," he said. "And I need to change the sheets again. That was kind of messy."

"I didn't mind the mess," Kurt replied, stroking his hand down Blaine's chest, tugging on a few strands of the grey and black chest hair. "I like being messy with you."

"I do too."

~*~

"I'm ready!" Kurt said as he rushed into the living room. "Sorry, I'm sorry, but I'm ready now."

Blaine smiled and shook his head. "It's alright," he replied. "Cooper is always late, so we're still on time."

"Oh, good!" Kurt said as he fastened his coat.

Blaine pushed the elevator button and waited for it to arrive. They stepped into the elevator and once Kurt had finished straightening his outfit, Blaine reached for his hand, slipping his fingers between Kurt's. Kurt beamed at him and Blaine couldn't help but smile back.

After their morning of sleepy sex, they had fallen back asleep. It had put Kurt's entire schedule out. He had to go to the Vogue office to do some work while there was no one around and Blaine had met up with Tina and Mike for lunch.

They had been disappointed that Kurt couldn't make it but Blaine knew that Kurt was on a tight deadline and he didn't want to push him.

"I have to go back into the office tomorrow," Kurt said as they left their apartment building. "Just for a few hours. Isabelle will be there too, so I might get the work done quicker."

"They work you too much," Blaine said. "This is why you should be a designer. Set your own hours."

Kurt shrugged. "Maybe in a few years. Besides, I love working at Vogue. It's nice being able to tell people that I work there," he said with a wink.

Blaine smiled. "I just feel like I haven't seen you much in these last few weeks."

"I know," Kurt said as he stuck his hand out to hail a taxi. "It'll be over soon, though. Then we can spend as much time together as we want."

"I'm looking forward to it."

Kurt shot him a smile and climbed into the back seat of the taxi that had pulled up next to them. Blaine gave the driver the address and sat back to enjoy the ride.

Cooper had picked the restaurant and, knowing Cooper's tastes, it was going to be rather posh and expensive. Kurt would be in his element, taking in the way the other patrons would be dressed.

They arrived at the restaurant and were led to their table, which was absent of Cooper and Genevieve.

"See, we're on time," Blaine said as he pulled out Kurt's seat for him.

Kurt smiled. "How he's a lawyer, who needs to keep time, is beyond me."

"I think that's what his assistant is for," Blaine said with a chuckle. "At least this way we get a few minutes to ourselves first."

Kurt nodded. "We do," he agreed.

Blaine took Kurt's hand in his own and was about to talk when he saw Cooper and Genevieve head towards them from across the room. "I guess I spoke too soon."

Kurt looked up and smiled. "It's okay, we have tonight," he whispered to Blaine.

Once Cooper and Genevieve were seated, their server handed them menus each and Cooper flashed her a grin.

"Can we get a bottle of your best wine?" he asked. The server smiled back at him and nodded, telling them it wouldn't be long.

Blaine refrained from rolling his eyes at his brother's overuse of charm.

"So, Blainey, how's things with the wife?"

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Coop," he said. "Don't."

"C'mon, Bee, you know I'm just kidding."

"Implying that your brother is straight and that I'm a woman is the opposite of kidding, Cooper," Kurt said curtly.

Cooper sighed. "Fine," he said. "How are things with you both?"

Blaine reached under the table to gently squeeze Kurt's thigh. He bit back a smile when Kurt's hand closed over his own. "They're good," he replied. "We've both been busy with work, but things are good."

"Excellent," Cooper replied.

Their server came with the bottle of wine and she poured a tiny bit in Cooper's glass to let him have a taste first. He nodded at her and she poured them each a glass before leaving the bottle in a cooler at the side of the table.

"I heard that Vogue is going to be doing a shoot near my studios?" Genevieve said to Kurt.

Kurt nodded. "We are," he said. "I think Isabelle said something about incorporating the art into a piece. One of the columnists is doing a piece on modern art for her interior design column."

Genevieve smiled kindly. "Be sure to send them my way," she said as she picked up her wine glass. "I have some fantastic ideas of what can be used in the shoot."

Kurt beamed. "Thank you," he said. "You have no idea how much this will save me at work tomorrow..."

"Bee," Cooper said.

Blaine turned to face him, letting Genevieve and Kurt talk among themselves.

"I have this case at work that I could use your help on, if you don't mind?" Cooper asked.

"Sure," Blaine replied. "Kurt has to work tomorrow for a few hours so I can come by the office then, if that's okay?"

Cooper nodded. "It's fine," he said. "You know... I've been thinking. You should come back to the firm. Now that you're happy and in love again, why don't you come back and work with your big brother?"

Blaine bit back a sigh. "I don't want to be a lawyer, Coop. That ship has sailed. I'm happy at the high school."

"Don't you want to have a future for you and Kurt though?" Cooper asked. "Surely your wage can't be that good at the school."

"Thanks for your concern, Coop," Blaine started. "But there really isn't anything to worry about."

Cooper sighed. "If you say so."

"I do," Blaine replied.

Cooper turned his charm to their server once more when she appeared to take their orders.

"Order whatever you want, kids, dinner is on me," Cooper said after he'd finished placing his own order.

Blaine glanced over at Kurt, who had just glanced down at his menu. They all placed their orders and Blaine turned his attention back to Kurt and Genevieve, who were talking about Genevieve's art studio. She was the curator of many, many art shows that had been held in New York over the last twenty years. She had started collecting art in her early twenties and had put together several art shows for local artists in New York.

It was good publicity for both her and for Vogue to be doing a piece that included her work.

Blaine watched Kurt talk animatedly to Genevieve. He was glad that Kurt got on so well with her. She could be a bit prickly when she wanted to but the fact that she was talking to Kurt like she was spoke volumes.

Their meals came a short while later and Blaine glanced over at Kurt, giving him a smile. Kurt returned the smile and Cooper ruined the moment by interjecting, as always.

"You two are just too darn cute," he said.

Blaine fought the urge to roll his eyes. "Come again?"

"You and Kurt," Cooper started. "The way you're glancing at each other and smiling all of the time, it's cute."

"...Thank you?" Blaine asked, quirking his head to the side a little.

"It's a compliment, Bee," Cooper replied.

Kurt shook his head and grinned at Cooper. "Thank you, Cooper," he said.

They fell silent as they each started their meals and Blaine glanced up as Kurt softly spoke his name.

"Would you like to try this?" Kurt asked.

"Please," Blaine replied with a nod. He leaned closer as Kurt held out the forkful of food. Blaine's lips closed over the fork and he took the food off the fork, nodding as the flavour filled his mouth. "Delicious."

Kurt turned back to his own dinner a moment later and Blaine followed suit. He stayed silent as Cooper struck up a conversation with Kurt, just listening to his brother and boyfriend talking together.

"Ohh," Kurt said a while later. "I forgot to mention, my friend Rachel has landed herself a part in Wicked and I thought we could all go together next week?"

Blaine nodded eagerly. "I'd love to," he replied.

"Count us in," Genevieve said. "I love Broadway shows."

"That's the loud one Santana is dating, right?" Cooper asked. Blaine nodded. "I'm in."

Kurt beamed. "Rachel will be so thrilled."

Blaine focused on the conversation Kurt and Genevieve were having about Broadway as he ate the rest of his meal and wondered to himself how he got so lucky to have a boyfriend who cared about his family as much as he did.

~*~