It was true love. Meant to be. The real thing. The stuff romance novels were made of. Passion at first sight. So what if he had to share his object of affections with millions of others.

Because, hey, who wouldn't fall in love with New York?

Blaine had been absolutely right. The view from the plane had been nothing compared to the view of the Manhattan skyline popping up while their cab drove through Queens.

Kurt barked out an unidentified sound at the first glimpse of it. He couldn't believe his eyes. The island was fucking huge.

And as the car exited the Midtown tunnel on the Manhattan side, Kurt felt like he had just fallen through the rabbit hole, right into Wonderland. The buzzing atmosphere was palpable, even from inside the car. Kurt gazed at the buildings, the shadows they threw on the street, the traffic, the people, all those familiar sights he only knew from pictures or TV. But right now, everything was very real. And it was amazing.

He felt a hand stroking his back.

Right, Blaine. He had been ignoring him for the last fifteen minutes or so, his face glued to the car window, not paying attention to anything but the view outside. Kurt turned towards Blaine and grinned. "It's awesome. I can't believe it…" He turned back towards the window and peered outside. "I can't believe I'm actually here…"

Blaine smiled, but didn't say a word. This was Kurt's moment; Kurt's dream. Blaine was just happy he was a witness to it, happy to see a sparkle in Kurt's eyes. Because that was exactly what he was aiming for here.

He knew Sam's death had affected Kurt beyond reason. During their long talks, Kurt would bring up memories and stories from when Sam was alive. And it always struck Blaine how he almost didn't recognize that 'Kurt' his boyfriend was talking about. The Kurt from the past had been a flamboyant, sassy, ambitious, loud, sweet but sarcastic fashion diva. Present Kurt had very little of these traits left. When Blaine first met him, Kurt had seemed to be morose, subdued, soft, gentle, and… there was no other way to put it; very unhappy. He had radiated misery, even when he clearly did his best to keep up the pretences.

Blaine had seen right through that fa�ade of faked cheer. He'd had his share of heartache in his life, so it wasn't really difficult to recognize it in other people.

And yet, there had been something else there, from the beginning. Something in Kurt's eyes, in his manner, in the way he talked… A certain spark, a little flame that always seemed to die again, right before it could turn into a full blown fire; as if there wasn't enough fuel left inside of him.

Blaine had every intention to light that fire while they were in New York. Kurt had already found his way back to love. Now it was time for Kurt to rekindle his passion for life. And he would help him do that. That's why they were here, after all.

"Don't peek before I say you can!" Blaine said, covering Kurt's eyes as he led him into the apartment.

"Yes, yes… I'm not looking. But I'm dying of curiosity here." Kurt giggled.

"Wait… wait…" Blaine positioned Kurt in the right spot, and pulled his hands away. "Voila… look!"

Kurt opened his eyes, and gasped. "Oh my fucking God… that's… oh! Just look!" He was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of Blaine's penthouse, looking at an astonishing view of Central Park. "Wow…"

"I know; amazing, isn't it?" Blaine said. "I used to spend hours on the couch, just looking outside."

Kurt twirled around and looked at Blaine. "I don't know how to thank you for this. You really have no idea what this means to me." He gave Blaine a tight hug.

"I'm pretty sure I have an inkling…" Blaine whispered in his ear. "So, you want to see the apartment?"

As Blaine mentioned the apartment, Kurt snapped out of his trance and looked around. "Holy shit… this place is huge! Wait, is this a penthouse?" Kurt asked in surprise.

"Um… yeah… it is, actually…"

Kurt grinned. "I should have known, really. It's amazing."

Blaine smiled. "Follow me…" He grasped Kurt's hand and tugged him away from the window, to give him the grand tour of the apartment.

Blaine was filthy rich.

Yep. He had to be.

How else would he be able to afford a huge penthouse with three bedrooms; a nursery (formerly Lily's); a dressing; a bathroom with a giant tub and a walk-in shower; and a fucking office with a small library? And let's not forget the living room, which was the size of a tennis court.

The place was definitely bigger than Blaine's Lima apartment, but strangely enough, it was cosier too. Blaine had lived here for ten years, he had been happy here, and it was as if the walls of these rooms still breathed the memory of that happiness.

Kurt blushed as Blaine showed him the master bedroom with the king size bed. His thoughts immediately drifted away… to what would be happening in that bed tonight. They were going to make love. And damn, if it weren't those butterflies again.

Blaine was oblivious to Kurt's mulling. He guided him back into the living room.

"So, Kurt, tell me, what would you like to do today? What would you like to see?"

You. Naked. To both questions.

"Um… I don't know? You know this city better than I do…" Kurt answered.

"Okay, here's the deal. You know I won't be able to spend the day with you tomorrow or the day after right? I do have that conference to attend. So you'll pretty much be on your own to explore the city. But today I'm all yours, and Thursday and Friday as well."

"Well then, I'll just have to take advantage of you as much as possible, huh?" Kurt smiled, throwing his arms around Blaine's neck, and planting a kiss on his nose.

Blaine chuckled. "You little vixen…" He captured Kurt's lips in a sweet kiss. Kurt whimpered when Blaine pulled away after a few moments.

"How about if I take you outside and show you around? I know a nice place not far from here, where we can have lunch, and then after that we can go sightseeing… Does that sound good to you?"

Kurt's eyes lighted up. "Sounds perfect!"

And it was perfect.

They had lunch at a place called "The Boathouse" on the lakeside in the middle of Central Park. The weather was nice and sunny, so they sat outside on the terrace, as Kurt enjoyed a salad, and Blaine ate a roasted turkey and cheese wrap.

"You like your greens, don't you?" Blaine asked, smiling at Kurt.

Kurt swallowed his bite and nodded. "I used to live on them. It drove Sam nuts. All he really wanted was a burger or a pizza now and then, and I'd just go on bitching about how unhealthy it all was…" Kurt's eyes drifted over the lake as he fell silent. After a few seconds, he snapped out of it and stabbed a slice of cucumber with his fork. "But yeah, I really like it. It's delicious." He smiled back at Blaine. "I should probably eat a bit healthier; I've been eating way too much junk lately."

"Yeah, me too…" Blaine said. As he bit into his wrap, a clot of really greasy looking dressing squirted out, and fell onto his plate, together with a piece of fatty cheese.

Kurt burst out in laughter.

"I'll start tomorrow, okay?" Blaine mumbled.

That afternoon, they visited some of the typical touristic hotspots.

Blaine took Kurt to the Top of The Rock, insisting the view up there was every much as amazing as at the top of the Empire State Building, with the added bonus of shorter waiting lines. It proved to be true. The view was stunning, and they spend the better part of an hour pointing out the different landmarks and buildings, and gazing at the city down below.

After that, they went to visit South Street Seaport and Pier 17 for an amazing view of the Brooklyn Bridge; they walked through Chinatown and Soho, and back up to Times Square, Broadway, ending their tour in the Upper East Side where Blaine's penthouse was located.

They had dinner at a nice Italian restaurant nearby. The hostess of the place greeted Blaine as if he was the long lost son who had returned home. And in a way, he was, he explained to Kurt; because he'd been eating dinner there at least twice a week after Liz had left him.

Kurt couldn't blame him. The food was absolutely delicious.

Blaine insisted they'd share a dessert, even after Kurt told him he was already full. But Kurt didn't regret it, because, holy fuck, that tiramisu was just sex on a spoon.

They fed each other spoonfuls of the creamy, sugary substance and in between Kurt letting out a particularly loud, delighted moan; and Blaine licking a drop of the white cream from his lips, well… lets just say it was all becoming just a tiny bit too erotic at one point.

A flustered Blaine asked for the check, telling Kurt they would have coffee at the apartment.

Kurt couldn't tell who pushed who through the front door of the penthouse, all he knew was that he was thrown against it as soon as they were inside.

Blaine pinned him with his body, fisting his hands into Kurt's shirt, and oh god, even if he was the shorter of the two, the man had lot of strength. Kurt wasn't sure who would overpower who in a fight.

Not that fighting was anywhere on their minds. They had far more pleasurable activities planned for tonight. Although, if they kept making out and grinding against the door, it would all be over before it started.

Both men seemed to come to their senses at the same time, as they broke the kiss and leaned their foreheads against each other. Blaine braced himself with his hands flat against the door, and pushed slightly away from Kurt.

"We're not going to do this in the hallway…" Blaine panted.

"No..." Kurt breathed. "Um… coffee?" He raised his eyebrows in question.

"Right!" Blaine stepped back and grasped Kurt's hand, steering him into the living room. "I'll make some. I'll be right back!" He called out, as he strode towards the kitchen.

Kurt smiled and sauntered towards the large windows. The sun was setting over Central Park, and it made the view even more magnificent than this morning. He hugged himself and heaved a deep, contented sigh. What an amazing place. This afternoon had been wonderful. Walking through Manhattan; taking in all those spectacular sights; soaking up the vibrant atmosphere… It made him feel… alive.

He spent another few minutes staring outside; then felt an arm sneaking around his waist.

"Hey…" Blaine whispered in his ear "Here's your coffee." He handed Kurt a mug with his other hand.

"Thanks." Kurt smiled, as he accepted the mug.

Blaine snuck his other arm around Kurt and laid his chin to rest on Kurt's shoulder.

"Tell me…" Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear, "what do you see, when you look out there?"

Kurt kept staring for a few moments, deep in thought, taking a sip of coffee. Finally, he answered.

"I see a dream… a lost dream. I see what would have been if Sam would've still been alive… We were going to move here. I was going to be a designer. This was going to be our home…"

Kurt sighed and set his mug down on the coffee table next to him. He turned towards Blaine and slipped his arms around his neck. "But that's outside…" He pressed a soft kiss to Blaine's lips. "And it was only just a dream. It was never real. In here… I have you… and you're real… and it feels so good…" he kissed Blaine again, "so right… and you are everything I could have hoped and wished for. You make me happy, Blaine. I love you. And I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy too…"

Blaine's heart melted at the loving, tender look Kurt gave him. He brought his hand to Kurt's face and caressed his cheek softly with his thumb. "Just love me. It's all you need to do to make me happy. It's all I need. Just you…"

There was no urgency when their lips met. The kiss was slow, vulnerable, delicate, and filled with the purest kind of love. Kurt ran his hands softly through Blaine's hair, while deepening the kiss.

Blaine moaned softly into Kurt's mouth. He untangled himself from Kurt's embrace.

"Why did you-?" Kurt began, but he was hushed by Blaine's finger against his lips.

Blaine smiled softly and tugged at Kurt's hands… slowly leading him towards the bedroom.

Kurt sat down on the bed and ran his hands along the soft fabric of the cover. Blaine came to stand in front of him.

"Nervous?" He asked.

Kurt looked up and nodded. "Yeah… a bit… it's been a long time…"

Blaine kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, moving to kneel behind Kurt. He started to softly knead his shoulders. Kurt hummed and threw his head back, eyes closed.

"That feels so good…" He moaned.

Blaine planted a kiss on the back of Kurt's neck.

Kurt shivered.

Blaine continued pressing small kisses along Kurt's neck, and when he reached his ear, he whispered: "I can make you feel even better… Tell me what you want, Kurt."

"I… I want you…" Kurt stammered, lost in the sensation of Blaine pressed against his back.

Blaine chuckled. "Okay… and how do you want me?"

"How?" Kurt couldn't think clearly.

"Yes… how…" Blaine nuzzled the side of Kurt's throat, "do you want to give… Or take?"

Oh.

OH.

Kurt gasped. It really had been a long time ago.

With Sam, they'd experimented like the teenage boys they were, and they had ended up liking… both sides of the spectrum, to put it that way. As for that one night stand a few years ago… well, there had been no talking involved whatsoever. Kurt couldn't even remember who ended up doing what, that night.

"Um… I like both. I've done it either way. What… what do you want?"

Blaine shrugged. "Steve didn't like topping, so I've only bottomed a couple of times, but I like it. I'll do both. But… that was not my question. I want to know what you want to do... tonight,"

Kurt gulped and turned around to meet Blaine's eyes.

"I want you… inside of me."

Blaine let out a small groan. His eyes were on fire. "Okay; do we… need protection?"

Kurt shook his head. "I'm clean. I had my blood work done a year ago. Haven't done anything since… You?

Blaine nodded his head. "I'm clean."

"Fantastic…" Kurt drawled, and he attacked Blaine, toppling him over onto the bed, and drawing him into a bruising kiss.

Kurt's hands reached for Blaine's shirt buttons, opening them, one by one. Blaine mimicked his actions. There was nothing hurried about it. They were savouring every second.

Little by little, each article of clothing disappeared, until they were both naked.

Kurt pushed Blaine to sit back against the headboard. He wanted to explore this gorgeous man, from head to toe because Blaine was beautiful. Absolutely, fucking stunning… Kurt wanted to kiss him all over. Worship him.

And that's exactly what he did.

Blaine thought he was going to die. He was so lost in the sensation of Kurt kissing, tasting, and licking his skin; all he could do was let out little gasps and moans. His eyes teared up as Kurt kissed his tattoo reverently. Kurt continued kissing his way up, towards Blaine's neck and shoulders.

At last, the pleasure became overwhelming, and Blaine grasped Kurt's shoulders, gently guiding him into a straddle position. Kurt sat back and both men just looked at each other for a few moments.

Blaine ran his hands along Kurt's shoulders and chest. He was lean but muscled… pale but strong… smooth yet angular… "You are so beautiful…" Blaine breathed, accentuating each word with a caress of his hands.

Kurt closed his eyes and bit his lip. His jaw dropped as Blaine's hands glided and kneaded their way around to his ass cheeks.

"Blaine…" he moaned hoarsely, "I want you… please… do it…please!" He hated the way he was begging like a little hussy, but then again, he really needed Blaine to be inside him. Now.

"Sssssst... baby…" Blaine cooed, and he reached for the bedside drawer, retrieving a small bottle of lube.

Eyes still closed, Kurt heard Blaine fumbling with the bottle. He heard a little squirting noise, and a few seconds later, his jaw dropped again, and all he could do was feel, because, oh fuck, Blaine's finger was there; entering him. And all he could was surrender himself to the sensation, to Blaine.

"More…" he whispered after a few minutes. Blaine answered his request by adding another finger. The stretching was painful, but good.

"Okay?" Blaine asked. Kurt opened his eyes and found those hazel eyes staring at him intently. Kurt nodded, and a third finger followed. Kurt cried out. "Fuck!"

"Too much?" Blaine asked worriedly, stilling the movement of his hand.

"No… it's just… I'm not used to this any more. Just give me a second…"

Blaine nodded and pulled Kurt to lie flush against his chest. He caught his lips in a passionate kiss, trying to distract him from the discomfort. Kurt relaxed in his embrace, and started to push back against Blaine's fingers, moaning into the kiss.

"I'm ready." He whispered against Blaine's lips.

Blaine retracted his fingers, slickened his cock with lube, and positioned himself at Kurt's entrance. He gave a little nudge, and Kurt started to lower himself slowly onto Blaine.

Blaine bit his lip as he felt himself slip inside of his lover. It felt so hot… so tight… it felt like entering heaven. And suddenly he was there, as Kurt leaned backward and in one fluent, rapid movement, sank completely down, releasing a loud, animalistic howl.

The combination of the sound Kurt made, and the divine feeling of being inside him, almost caused Blaine to come right then and there. He scrunched his eyes shut and bit down harder on his lower lip, to keep himself from coming undone.

"Look at me…" Kurt whispered, and Blaine opened his eyes to the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. Forget all the great things they'd seen this afternoon, all the amazing views… His fallen angel, sitting on his lap; flustered and lips swollen, a bead of sweat already trickling its way down the smooth skin of his chest… this was the most breathtaking and alluring view to behold in this city… in this world. And all he wanted to do was possess his angel, and be possessed by him.

Their eyes remained locked together, as Kurt lifted himself carefully and immediately sank down again. Both men groaned in pleasure. Blaine settled his hands on Kurt's hips.

Kurt started rocking back and forth against Blaine at a slow but deliberate pace. Having Blaine inside him felt like coming home. It was a new, yet familiar feeling; like it was supposed to be them, together, all along. Like this was meant to be. He let out a shuddering breath and squinted his eyes shut, as a small tear escaped his eye.

He felt Blaine's hand on his jaw and opened his eyes again. "You okay?" Blaine asked, slightly breathless.

Kurt smiled. "Perfect…"

He started rolling his hips a bit faster, with more urgency. Blaine groaned and started thrusting back against Kurt. They kept it up for a few minutes, just moving together in perfect harmony; loving each other, moaning, caressing, kissing, whispering little words of endearment…

Kurt would have been content just to carry on like this forever, but then he felt his body starting to crave for more. "Blaine, please…" he mewled, begging with his eyes.

Blaine understood exactly what Kurt was asking for. He pulled Kurt against his chest and flipped him over onto his back, adusting his position, and started thrusting harder and faster.

"Oh fuck! There… right there… don't stop!" Kurt whined, sparks flying through his body, because Blaine was hitting that spot perfectly, again and again.

Blaine hooked his arms under Kurt's shoulders for leverage. Kurt fisted one hand in Blaine's hair and pulled him into a harsh, open-mouthed kiss. There was nothing sweet or romantic about it anymore. It was dirty, rough, lascivious, and hot as hell.

Blaine felt the pleasure coiling in the pit of his stomach. He was getting close. He kissed and licked his way down Kurt's jaw, latching onto the sensitive skin between his neck and shoulder.

"Harder… baby…" Kurt gasped, "Fuck me… harder…"

Blaine responded with a growl, and gave in to the pleasure, pounding into Kurt, attacking him with his body, giving him all he had to offer. Everything. All of him. He belonged to his angel. Heart, soul and body.

They were both near the edge, crying, gasping, moaning… Blaine reached one hand between them and started stroking Kurt in time with his thrusts.

It was the final push Kurt needed, and with a loud wail, he tipped over the edge, arching his back and clenching down onto Blaine.

Blaine felt the warmth of Kurt's come spreading between them, and it was enough to pull him into oblivion as well. With a final hard push and a hoarse cry, he spilled his seed into the warm depths of Kurt's ass. He shuddered, and collapsed onto the other man.

Kurt stroked Blaine's back, as they were both coming down from their high.

Moving slightly to the side, Blaine gazed into Kurt's eyes.

At that moment, they wanted to tell each other thousands of things. About how wonderful it had felt to finally become one. About each other's beauty. About the connection they both felt. About the insane pleasure they had given to and drawn from each other. About how fucking right it all was. About how they were made for this. For each other.

But in the end, they both settled for those three simple, but heartfelt, little words.