After a fairly lazy morning of lounging around the apartment Blaine had to get ready to go to work. It was Friday night so the bar would probably be pretty busy. He took a shower and put on his work clothes before reaching for his gel.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked from the doorway.

Blaine yanked his hand back from the gel bottle as if it might burn him, "N-nothing!"

"Uh-huh, sure."

"...I hate my hair like this! Can't I just wear it to work?" Blaine whined, glaring at his curls in the mirror.

"You are so adorable when you're stubborn, Blaine." Kurt smirked.

"Seriously, Kurt," Blaine groaned, "It's my hair!"

"Blaine, honey, you can do whatever you want with your hair," Kurt came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist, "It was really just a suggestion that you don't wear gel. Plus... I really just like the idea of me with my hands in your hair while we make out... which is harder to do if there is gel. But it's up to you."

"Kurt." Blaine groaned again leaning back into Kurt's chest.

Kurt pecked him on the cheek before pulling away, "Alright, you. Finish getting ready or you'll be late."

"My bed is going to feel very empty without you in it tonight." Blaine sighed as he pulled up to drop Kurt off at his apartment before heading to work.

"What time do you get off?"

"Ten-thirty... why?" Blaine asked confused, but excited.

"Why don't you stay with me tonight?" Kurt shrugged, "You're apartment is hotter than hell in the morning anyways."

"Y-yeah, alright," Blaine smiled hugely at Kurt, "I'll see you when I get off then."

"I better."

"Hey, Anderson." Santana said as Blaine put his black waist apron on.

"Santana." Blaine nodded at her feeling a little self-conscious about the previous night.

"Where'd you and Hummel run off to last night?"

"We just went to my apartment," Blaine shrugged, "Why?"

"If you remember, you guys left pretty quickly without saying much," Santana rolled her eyes, "and right before I got to watch you give Porcelain a lap-dance... shame."

"You should really apologize to Kurt, I think you really embarrassed him." Blaine was getting tired of Santana's attitude.

Santana laughed bitterly, "That'll be the last thing I do. I don't apologize for making people uncomfortable, and boy does he know that."

Blaine paused for a moment and then without thinking spat, "You know, you're kind of a bitch."

"And don't I know it." Santana shrugged with a smirk before walking away to bring some drinks to a nearby table.

Blaine was fuming. He hated how smug Santana was... like she was proud of being a bitch, and proud of making Kurt angry.

"Blaine, are you okay?" Blaine looked up to see that Rachel had sat down at the bar.

"Is Kurt here?" he responded.

"No... but seriously," she looked concerned, "are you okay?"

"Yeah. Fine. It's just Santana pissed me off, but I'll be fine."

"Oh, don't let Santana get to you, she's always like that." Rachel rolled her eyes and smiled at Blaine.

"She's always a bitch?" Blaine hated the bitterness he heard in his voice.

"You get used to it after a while," Rachel shrugged, "Anyways, I'm here to apologize for last night."

Blaine's eyes snapped up to meet Rachel's, "Okay...?"

"I'm sorry I kissed you. I shouldn't have done it. I know how you and Kurt feel about each other, and it was really stupid of me to have done that. So I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Rachel, it just surprised me.... I think Kurt was the one who was hurt over it."

"I know, I already apologized to him. He's still pretty mad at me, but I think he'll get over it. After all I was only doing as I was told and kissing the most attractive guy in the room." Rachel winked jokingly.

"I was not the most attractive guy in that room... not even close." Blaine shook his head, but smiled gently at Rachel.

"Whatever you say, Blaine," Rachel rolled her eyes dramatically, "Well I'll see you tonight... Kurt told me you're spending the night?"

"Yeah," Blaine smiled genuinely now remembering Kurt kissing him goodbye earlier that day, "See you tonight Rachel. And tell Kurt I say 'hi.'"

"Will do."

Blaine did his best to avoid talking to Santana for the rest of his shift and focused on the fact that he would get to see Kurt after it.

At around 9:20 a bunch of giggling girls came into the bar. He sighed; he was not in the mood to deal with a bunch of girls who would no doubt be drunk very soon, but Santana was nowhere to be found. Blaine walked over to the table to take their orders.

"Hello, ladies! What can I get for you tonight?" he put on his best fake smile.

"Just a pitcher of beer will be good!" One of the girls answered, the others nodding in agreement.

"Alright, I'll be right back with that!" He turned and walked back to the bar.

As he filled a pitcher and got the right number of glasses ready he looked up to see that the girls were eyeing him curiously. They all looked away and giggled again when he caught them staring.

He carefully carried a tray laden with glasses and the pitcher of beer back to them, "Alright, girls can I get you anything else?"

One of the girls elbowed another in the ribs and she jumped a bit before shaking her head vigorously at her friend.

The one who did the elbowing rolled her eyes and stated, "My friend thinks you're hot, can she get your number?"

Blaine felt himself start to blush, but he smiled at the girl, "Uh, I'm actually gay. And I have a boyfriend, but I appreciate the compliment."

All the girls except the one who liked him laughed, "I'm so sorry, I had no idea..."

"Don't apologize!" Blaine laughed a little with the other girls, "how would you have known? I don't exactly scream it from the rooftops... Anyways, can I get you guys anything else, or are you all set?"

"We're all set, I think! But if you have a break, feel free to join us, you seem like a great guy!"

"If I get a break I'll keep that in mind." Blaine smiled and then walked back to the bar chuckling to himself.

A little less than an hour later, Blaine was being signaled over by the same girls, but now they were drunk...

Oh goody... Blaine thought to himself.

"What can I do for you now, ladies?"

"Are you one-hundred percent sure you're gay? Cause like, wow. You are like the hottest guy we've ever seen like ever!"

"Yes, I'm sure." Blaine smiled gently trying not to get annoyed.

"But how canyouu be so sure?" one of the girls slurred.

"Sorry, girls, I just am. Can I get you anything else? More beer?" Blaine did not want to give these girls anything else, but it was his job... "Something to eat?"

"Just your phone number would be great." One of the girls smiled drunkenly.

"No can do, sorry." Blaine was starting to get a little angry now.

"Pleeease?" the girl begged just as Santana came over.

"What's up, girls?" She asked, then to Blaine, "I can take over since you're about to get off."

"Thisss guy won't give us his number." A girl slurred at Santana, "says he's gay, but we don't believe 'im."

"Why the hell would anyone lie about that?" Santana spat at the girl.

"Don't know."

"He's not lying and I suggest you give it up, or I'm going to have to ask you all to leave." Santana looked furious.

The girls stopped giggling and looked between Blaine and Santana, "Just more beer then."

Blaine headed back to the bar to take off his apron and get his keys. Santana was right behind him.

"You didn't have to do that." He spoke.

"Yes I did. I'm sick of drunk people thinking that it's okay to act that way. It's infuriating when drunk guys don't stop hitting on me when I say I'm a lesbian, and I know that it was probably making you angry too." Santana let out as she filled another pitcher.

"Still you didn't have to do that..." Blaine muttered.

"Yes I did. You would have done it for me too. Now go home, you've been here long enough." Santana walked back over to the table of girls and put down the pitcher.

Santana confused Blaine so much. She had been a bitch earlier, but now she was being nice. Blaine didn't really give himself time to think about it though. Now that he was off he could go to Kurt's.

Blaine called Kurt and before Kurt could even say hello said, "Hey, love, I'll be there soon. I'm just leaving work now."

"Love?" Rachel had answered Kurt's phone... "Wow, you guys are moving fast!"

"Shit-uh... Hi, Rachel. Where's Kurt?"

"He's in the shower, I'll let him know that his 'love' is on his way." She giggled.

"Great, thanks Rachel. See you soon." Blaine rolled his eyes hanging up his phone.

The short drive to Kurt's apartment felt as if it took an hour. Blaine hated how time seemed to pass slower when you were looking forward to something and faster when something was dreaded.

When he finally pulled up in front of Kurt's his heart started to race. In just a little while he would be curled up with Kurt in his bed.

Blaine knocked on the door and heard footsteps fast approaching, "Hey, Blaine! Kurt! You're lover boy is here!"

Kurt emerged from his bedroom already wearing pajamas and toweling his hair dry... Shit. Pajamas. Blaine had completely forgotten...

"Hey," Blaine said, looking Kurt up and down one more time, "Sorry to leave so soon, but I forgot my pajamas, so I'll be right back."

"Don't be silly," Kurt laughed, "You can borrow some of mine."

"Are you sure?" Blaine hesitated.

"Yes. Now will you come in? You're letting in the heat that our air-conditioner has been working so hard to keep out all day." Kurt rolled his eyes, smiling.

"Oh! Sorry!" Blaine came in and closed the door behind him with a thud.

"How about a tour?!" Rachel suggested excitedly.

"Rachel, it's only five rooms, and one of them is a bathroom, I don't think he really needs a tour." Kurt rolled his eyes again.

"Oh come on! It'll be fun!" Rachel grabbed Blaine's arm and pulled him towards a doorway.

"Fine."

Rachel pulled him into a small, pretty average, apartment kitchen, and in a voice that one would expect a tour-guide to have sang, "And here we have the kitchen! This is where Kurt and I make food and do dishes! Notice the fake marble counter-tops. Aren't they lovely?"

"Uhh..." Blaine looked questioningly at Kurt and stage whispered, "Does she want an answer?"

"Moving on! If you'll follow me I shall show you to the living room!" was Kurt's response.

Once in the living room (a small room with a couch, a chair, a small tv, and a coffee table) Kurt spoke again, "Ah, here we have the most lovely of rooms. Please notice the crappy IKEA furniture! It was a complete bitch to put together, but we managed!"

It went on like this for Rachel's room, ("Please look, but do not touch the Broadway PlayBills"), the bathroom ("Please notice the shitty lighting and the questionable water pressure of the shower!"), and the hallway ("Stop! Look around you! Do you know what this is? You are standing in what is in fact, a hallway! But not just any hallway! This hallway holds.... a linen closet!").

The last room was Kurt's. It was painted grey, and held a queen sized bed among a few other things.

"Ah, and here we have my bedroom," Kurt began, "Notice the 300 thread count sheets on the bed, the closet housing hundreds of scarves, and the elegant shade of the Dior Grey walls!"

"Oooh! Ahhh!" Rachel and Blaine hummed in unison.

"Now, Blaine, if you would please go over to the dresser and open the second drawer you will find pajamas, you can borrow whichever ones you want." Kurt finished.

Blaine did as told and opened the drawer... which also contained a lot of underwear. He was sure he was blushing furiously so he just quickly grabbed the first pajama pants that he saw and shut the drawer.

"Wow, if you blush that much because of underwear it's a good thing you didn't open his top drawer..." Rachel stated.

"Rachel! Get out! Oh my god." It was amazing how fast Kurt's skin turned from its normal pale cream color to the brick red it was now.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm leaving!" Rachel smirked as she closed the door behind herself.

There was silence for a moment and then Blaine spoke, "You know, you're adorable when you're embarrassed."

"Embarrassed? Try mortified." Kurt sat down on his bed and hid his face in his hands, "I'm going to kill her."

Blaine just chuckled and started to take his pants off to change into the pajamas he was holding. Kurt looked up when he heard the zipper of Blaine's jeans.

"Do you want me to leave the room?" Kurt asked, trying to be polite.

"Kurt, I spent most of the morning in my underwear, I think we're past the whole not watching each other change thing." Blaine smiled.

Blaine had just gotten one leg into the pajama pants when Rachel burst through the door.

"Oh! Um... Sorry! Uhh..." she said as Blaine quickly stepped his other leg into the pajamas and pulled them up.

"Rachel! What the fuck?! Have you never heard of knocking?!" Kurt had jumped up and was now blocking Blaine from Rachel's view.

"S-sorry! I didn't think... I just wanted to see if you guys wanted some tea, cause I'm making some..."

"And you just had to burst in her to ask that? You couldn't have taken five seconds to knock?" Kurt looked furious.

"Kurt, I said I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking! I just came in like I usually do! Sorry..." Rachel left the room and closed the door behind her.

"Okay, now I'm going to kill her."

"It's not that big of a deal, Kurt. So she saw my underwear?" Blaine shrugged trying to calm Kurt down.

"It's just... never mind." Kurt shook his head to clear it.

"What?"

At that moment there was a light knock on the door, "Come in Rachel."

"I just... did you guys want tea?" she asked timidly, probably afraid Kurt would yell again.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked.

"Um, sure, why not?" he smiled.

"I guess I'll have some too."

"Okay, sorry about... before." Rachel said as she left again.

"So, what were you going to say, Kurt?" Blaine asked bringing them back to the conversation they were having before Rachel had interrupted.

"Nothing, it's fine. I'm just not a huge fan of Rachel lately." Kurt shrugged.

"You were going to say something though..."

"It's just... You're the best thing I have in my life right now, and I feel like she's trying to take that away."

"What do you mean?" Blaine came and sat on the bed facing Kurt.

"I mean, I see the way she looks at you... like she wants you. And then she goes and kisses you. And now she's seen you as naked as I have. And I just hate it. I know it's stupid, but it feels like a competition or something..." Kurt muttered looking down at his hands.

"Kurt, love, that is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard," Blaine laughed to himself, "she kissed me once, you kiss me every day. And yeah she walked in on my while I was changing, but I had a shirt on and half of my pants on, and you saw me in only a towel... But most importantly I'm with you, Kurt. I wouldn't choose anyone in the world over you. You are perfect, and beautiful, and funny, and smart, and I don't know what I did to deserve you, because you are so amazingly stunning and-"

Kurt's lips were suddenly crashing into Blaine's, a feeling that Blaine was still getting used to. His stomach swooped violently, and he was very aware of the fact that he needed more oxygen, but he didn't care. Because being kissed by Kurt Hummel was more necessary then breathing.

Kurt pulled away a few seconds later to catch his breath. Blaine heard the tea kettle whistling in the kitchen.

"We should go help Rachel with the tea..." he spoke.

"Yeah, but we're not done here."

"Done with what?" Blaine inquired.

"Done making out, you dummy." Kurt explained.

"Well, I should hope not."

After having their tea Kurt and Blaine said goodnight to Rachel and headed back to Kurt's room. Promptly after shutting the door Blaine felt himself being pushed up against it, Kurt's hungry lips viciously attacking his own. Blaine felt himself moan into Kurt's mouth.

"God, Blaine." Kurt was now ravishing his neck.

"W-what?" Blaine asked before moaning again as Kurt nibbled his collarbone.

"That noise should be illegal." Kurt pushed Blaine towards his bed.

Blaine giggled, "You should be illegal."

Blaine scooted back on the bed and Kurt followed kissing him once on the lips again before pulling away. Kurt looked down at his own knees shyly before pulling his kissed-swollen bottom lip into his mouth and chewing on it. He glanced up and Blaine and then back down again.

"What?" Blaine wondered.

Kurt reached his hands forward to the hem of Blaine's shirt and then pulled them back again hesitating, "Can I..."

"Kurt, you've seen me shirtless, we slept next to each other shirtless... why are you even asking?" Blaine shook his head with a chuckle.

"I just... I've never taken it off before..." Kurt muttered.

"Oh."

Blaine hadn't really thought about it before now, but Kurt taking off his shirt was a very intimate move. Kurt would be removing his clothes. Stripping him. Blaine looked up to see that Kurt was still staring shyly at his knees and a thin blush was starting to color his pale face.

Blaine scooted towards Kurt, "Please."

He lifted his arms up over his head and smiled gently at Kurt who reached his hands out to the hem of Blaine's shirt once again, this time grasping it. He slowly lifted the shirt up revealing Blaine's hips, his smooth stomach, his chest, his collarbones, until the shirt came over Blaine's face and off his arms.

"God, you're beautiful..." Kurt whispered staring at Blaine's now naked skin.

"Kurt, I..." Kurt's eyes flashed up to meet Blaine's a look of hope there, but Blaine couldn't finish his sentence; it was way too soon to tell Kurt he loved him, wasn't it? Sure, Kurt knew that Blaine thought he was falling in love with him, but thinking and knowing are two very different things... Instead he reached towards Kurt's shirt, "May I?"

"Yes, of course, Blaine." Kurt mimicked what Blaine had done and raised his arms above his head.

Blaine slid his hands under Kurt's shirt placing them on Kurt's stomach and then moving them up to Kurt's chest before taking hold of the shirt and pulling it off. Blaine leaned in and placed a soft open-mouthed kiss to Kurt's jaw.

"Blaine, I... can I um... would it be okay if I uh..." Kurt was clearly feeling self-conscious.

"Kurt, look at me," Blaine waited until he held Kurt's gaze to continue, "When I told you that you could take off my shirt, I wasn't just talking about my shirt. I was giving you the permission to undress me. You don't have to ask anymore, okay?"

"I, uh... okay... are you sure?" Kurt hesitated, his hands halfway to the waistband of Blaine's pajamas.

As an answer Blaine reached out and gently guided Kurt's hands the rest of the way. He looked up at Kurt's face and watched as he swallowed nervously. Then, together, they removed Blaine's pajama pants.

Then Kurt took Blaine's hands in his own and brought them to his own waist. Slowly he helped Kurt out of his pajamas too. And then they were both sitting there across from each other on Kurt's bed in only their underwear, and god Kurt was beautiful.

Blaine couldn't stand just looking anymore; he had to feel how smooth Kurt's skin was. He reached out and placed his hand on the small of Kurt's back, pulling Kurt toward him. He felt as Kurt pushed him down on the bed so that they were lying facing each other.

Blaine slotted their legs together before crashing his lips into Kurt's. He felt his entire body tingling. This was the closest he and Kurt had ever been, only two thin layers of cotton separating them. Just thinking about that, Blaine became very aware of how hard he was getting. But he wasn't the only one this time... he could feel Kurt pressing against his thigh.

"God, Kurt." Blaine moaned and started rocking their hips together.

"Blaine," the seriousness of Kurt's voice made Blaine stop moving and pull away to look at Kurt's face, "Maybe we should stop..."

"Oh god, I'm sorry, Kurt. I shouldn't have- I mean, I should've asked before I-" Blaine spluttered.

"Shh... No. No, that's not what I meant, B. Trust me. I want to do this too... it's just Rachel's in the next room..."

"Fuck." Blaine had totally forgotten...

"That's not helping." Kurt whined.

"What do you mean?"

"Please don't make me say it out loud." Blaine watched as Kurt's cheeks turned a shade darker.

"Say what out loud?"

"It doesn't matter." Kurt shook his head.

"Fuck, Kurt." Blaine watched Kurt carefully and saw that once again he was blushing.

But that wasn't all. They were still lying extremely close to one another and Blaine could swear he felt Kurt grow harder on his thigh.

Blaine chuckled, "Ohhh. So that's why... it's a thing for you..."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Kurt looked away.

"Fuck." Blaine said again smiling goofily at Kurt.

"Fine. Yes, that for some odd reason is a turn on." Kurt groaned, "Now can you stop? We need to calm down so we can go to sleep."

Blaine giggled a little and separated their tangled legs to make the 'calming down' a little easier. He found it to be extremely hard to not say 'fuck' just once more, but he held back not wanting to upset Kurt.

"What are you giggling about over there?" Kurt raised his eyebrows at Blaine who was smiling up at the ceiling.

"Nothing..." he giggled some more, suddenly feeling a little hyper.

"Sure..." Kurt rolled his eyes at a still smiling Blaine.

"Fuck." Blaine giggled ferociously again.

"Blaine, it doesn't work when you're laughing like a hyena..."

"Dammit."

"You are such an idiot..." Kurt rolled his eyes again, "Can you get the light?"

Blaine reached up and flipped the switch on the lamp, finally calming down from his fit of giggling, and then curled back up next to Kurt who nuzzled into Blaine's side.

"I guess I won't need those pajamas anyways..." Blaine murmured into Kurt's hair.

"Goodnight, my crazy boyfriend." Kurt placed a small kiss on one of Blaine's ribs.

"Oh god, don't do that."

"Kiss you?" Kurt looked up confused.

"No-no... just uh... there-don't kiss me there unless you want me to have to um, 'calm down' all over again..." Blaine chuckled lightly.

"Oh."

"Goodnight, Kurt."

"Goodnight, Blaine." Kurt snuggled closer into Blaine's chest as the haze of sleep overtook them.