"Blaine?" He croaked, his eyes fluttering open.

No response. He rubbed his eyes and squinted at the alarm clock.

9:23 AM.

No wonder Blaine didn't respond; he'd had to leave over an hour ago. Kurt sighed in disappointment, but then he spotted a scrap of paper on Blaine's pillow. He reached out and plucked the note from the pillow and held it close to his eyes.

Unfortunately, Blaine's handwriting was about as clear as any other doctor's, so Kurt had some trouble deciphering it.

Good morning beautiful,

I didn't have the heart to wake you up; you look so cute when you're sleeping. You're adorable.

I would have made you breakfast, but yeah :) I've set the table instead, and there's some freshly pressed OJ in the fridge! I did that.

I hope you have a lovely day, baby. Tonight, I'm taking you out.

Call me today if you need me, no matter what reason.

I love you xxx

Blaine

Kurt sighed happily.

"I love you too", he whispered to the empty bedroom. He felt a bit sad about having missed Blaine that morning, but it did feel nice to sleep in for once. He was still recovering from the insomnia he had suffered for the past several months. It had been wearing him down slowly but steadily.

Turning onto his side, he grabbed his cell phone from his nightstand, and peered at the screen. Three messages.

Kurt how is new york are you having fun call me son dad.

Kurt giggled. His dad wasn't used to texting, and it showed in his messages.

Another one from Mercedes.

White boy! Call me soon and tell me all about the Big Apple and about your sweet doctor! Don't leave me hanging! Love you :3 Mercedes.

And a last one… from Rachel.

Kurt? Have you met Patti Lupone yet? Or another Broadway star? Did you get an autograph? I hope you are having a nice time there!

"Gods Rachel, obsessed much?" He muttered affectionately, rolling over on his stomach and going through his contacts list, looking for the number of the garage. There was no point in trying to call his dad's cell, as it would be lying around in the small office anyway.

"Hummel's garage, how can we help you?"

"Carole?" Kurt asked.

Right, it was Wednesday… Carole helped his dad out with the paperwork once a week.

"Kurt? Hi, honey! What a surprise! How are you? How's New York? Wait-", there was some mumbling in the background and Kurt recognized his father's voice, "Yes, it's Kurt- No in a minute, I want to talk to him first! Kurt? Tell me!" Carole piped.

Kurt gave a brief but lively summary of all the exciting things he had seen and done, well, out of the bedroom anyway. He did want to rave about Blaine to Carole, but decided not to, knowing his father was within hearing range.

"That sounds fantastic sweetie! Have you done some shopping too?" Carole asked.

"Not yet, I'm going to do that today. I have all these addresses printed out, there are some cool stores and boutiques I want to see, down in Soho and the Meatpacking District. I figured I'd better do that on my own today. I don't think Blaine's into daylong shopping sprees." Kurt laughed.

Carole chuckled. "So how is Blaine? Are- What? Okay, okay- Honey, your father wants to talk to you now, I'm going to pass the phone okay? Have fun, love you!"

"Thanks Carole, love you too!" Kurt grinned. He heard some ruffling on the other end of the line.

"Kurt?"

"Hi dad!"

"Yes, hi… so, are you doing okay there, kiddo?" Burt asked hesitantly.

"Yeah dad, more than okay, I promise! I'm having the time of my life. New York is spectacular. It's mind-blowing!" Kurt's voice mirrored the joy he felt in every fiber of his body.

"Good! That's good! I'm glad!" Burt replied. "And… Blaine? How's he? Is he treating you right, son?" He added, in a stern tone.

Kurt pressed his lips together, trying hard not to snort. "Dad… please, don't ask questions like that… I'm a grown man."

"Oh… right, well then… are you treating Blaine right?" Burt asked.

His dad sounded so awkward Kurt couldn't help himself anymore. He broke out in peals of laughter.

"Oh my God, dad!" He hiccupped. "I'm fine. Blaine's fine. He's been really sweet, okay?"

"Ah… right then. I'm sorry; I don't want to poke my nose into your personal business… but your old man is a bit worried, you know?" Burt said in a surprisingly gentle voice.

Kurt smiled.

As far as his dad was concerned, Kurt would always be his little boy, and if Kurt was truly honest, he wouldn't have it any other way. His dad had spent the last 26 years doing everything he could to make sure Kurt felt loved and cherished. Especially after his mom died. And during those first horrible months after Sam died, Burt and Carole had cared for him like he was a child again, holding him, making him eat, telling him to shower and sleep, and putting him slowly together again. So it wasn't any wonder then that his dad still acted a bit protectively towards him. It felt nice.

"I know dad, but you don't have to worry. Blaine is… he's amazing. I feel happy. I really do."

"You don't know how glad I am to hear that, Kurt. So you know what, as soon as you're back from New York, you bring Blaine over for dinner, okay? I'll want to hear everything about your trip, and Carole too."

"Deal!" Kurt chuckled. "Bye, dad!"

"Bye son, take care." Burt replied, ending the call.

"Well, that's one down, two more to go", Kurt mumbled, pressing the speed dial for Mercedes' number.

It ended up being close to noon when Kurt finally got out of the apartment building. He'd spent over an hour talking to Mercedes, who was in between classes. And then another half hour to Rachel.

But now it was Kurt-time.

Time to shop.

First stop would be Tiffany's down on Fifth Avenue.

He wanted to get Blaine a small gift. Something nice, expressing his love for him. Blaine didn't wear any jewelry, and Kurt had no idea if he even liked it, so that was out of the question. Suddenly an image of Blaine wearing a wedding band flashed before Kurt's eyes. And then another image of his own hand, sporting a matching ring.

As if.

Kurt shook his head to get rid of those crazy thoughts. Was he was going delusional? Blaine and him married… they only had been dating for a few weeks. Besides, Blaine had already been married once, and that had turned out pretty awful. Kurt doubted that Blaine would ever want to make that mistake again. Still, his heart beat a little faster at the thought of them, building a future together. Being a family, like Carole had said. A family without Lily though… could they ever be a true family without Blaine's daughter?

Ugh! Stop it Kurt! What are you doing? You're going to buy your brand new boyfriend a nice gift, not pick out an engagement ring! So stop fantasizing!

Inside Tiffany's Kurt tried to avoid looking at the jewelry displays, which wasn't hard. There was so much else to see, after all. The sublime Tiffany blue decorations everywhere were just breathtaking. Kurt remembered how he had once tried to find fabric in that exact tone for one of his designs, but then he'd had to give up the search, when he learned that it was a trademarked, custom made color.

He'd been browsing the different floors for a while, but still hadn't found something suitable for Blaine. He was about to get frustrated, when a female voice chimed behind his back.

"Excuse me, sir, can I help you?"

Kurt turned around and saw a young store clerk looking at him.

"Well… maybe you can… I want to buy something, a present…."

The girl nodded approvingly, flashing a big smile. "And is it for a lady, or a gentleman?"

Kurt hesitated briefly. "It's for my… my boyfriend. But no jewelry! No jewelry…"

"Okay, no problem," the clerk nodded, stepping closer to Kurt, "perhaps a leather accessory? Or maybe something to use at the office?"

"Yeah." Kurt nodded, "Something like that."

The girl studied Kurt's face for a few seconds. Kurt swore he saw her business smile transform into a warm, genuine smile. It would have been unnerving if it hadn't been so sweet.

"Can I ask what he does for a living? If you don't mind, of course."

Kurt shook his head. "Not at all. He's a doctor."

"A doctor…" She tapped her index finger against her lower lip. "Oh well, I might just have the item you're looking for then! Can I show you?" She gestured for Kurt to follow her.

They arrived at a counter holding a whole variety of writing instruments. The girl went behind the counter and pulled open the glass display, taking out one of the pens and laying it down on a small Tiffany blue colored placemat between them.

Kurt took a close look at the pen and gasped in pleasant surprise. "It's perfect!" he beamed.

"It is, isn't it? I thought you might like it. Here…" She handed the pen to Kurt, who took it and eyed it appreciatively, "It's a sterling silver ballpoint pen with the Caduceus symbol on the clip. It's quite the popular gift amongst people in the healthcare sector; we've sold a lot of these last Christmas!" She chattered away happily.

Kurt raised his eyebrows and smiled at the girl. "It's beautiful, I'll take it." He said, fingering the intertwined snakes on the pen.

"Great! Did you want it monogrammed?" The girl asked.

Kurt shrugged. "I don't know… I'd like to give it to him tonight."

"Oh, but that's no problem; we can have it ready for you to pick up this afternoon at 5 PM, if you want to. It's an added 25 dollar."

"Okay then." Kurt nodded.

Kurt spent the rest of the afternoon exploring the fashionable shopping areas in lower Manhattan. He wandered through Soho, the Meatpacking District and Nolita, having fun while browsing the numerous shops, from the high end designer's boutiques to the mainstream stores.

It was confronting in a way, because seeing all those beautiful garments made him aware of the fact that he was once again just wearing ordinary jeans and a T-Shirt. They were nicely cut and well fitted, but not exciting in the least.

Comparing his own reflection in the store window to the outfits on display behind the glass, Kurt felt his fashion sense starting to tingle.

And then, all of a sudden, it clicked in his head.

He needed a new wardrobe.

Now.

Blaine was having a boring afternoon, sitting in the auditorium, half listening to the debate that was going on. It was an interesting subject, but nothing new was being said at all. And the woman next to him had spent the last two hours trying to hit on him, flashing him glances and smiles, and whispering – what she thought were amusing – comments into his ear. If the woman had been able to read any body language at all, she would have known Blaine wasn't the least bit interested.

It wasn't even funny anymore.

Blaine just wanted to go home, to be with Kurt.

The next two days were going to be awesome. Just the two of them together, all day long. And all night long.

But however much he hated being away from Kurt, Blaine thought it was actually a good thing that Kurt was able to have some time alone in this city. He guessed Kurt would have a better chance of experiencing the vibe and energy of Manhattan, if he wasn't being distracted by Blaine's presence.

Blaine realized that in the end, it was all up to Kurt. He wanted Kurt to feel that spark. But Kurt would have to figure it out himself, and allow it to happen.

Blaine couldn't do that for him.

He was startled out of his musings by an extremely unwelcome gesture from his neighbour.

"Jesus Christ! What the hell is wrong with you?" He hissed to the woman, whose hand was now resting on Blaine's upper thigh. "Can't you take a hint?" He huffed angrily.

Fortunately, the speaker at the front of the auditorium chose that moment to close the debate and thank the participants. Blaine gathered his things and speeded out of the venue.

Half an hour later, Blaine entered the penthouse.

Kurt wasn't there yet.

Odd.

He grabbed his cell and was about to send a text to Kurt, when he heard the sound of a key being shoved into the front door lock. Turning around, he saw Kurt struggling to enter through the door, carrying a massive amount of shopping bags.

Blaine scratched his head and watched in amusement.

Kurt finally managed to kick the door shut behind him, and set all of the bags on the ground as he noticed Blaine standing a few feet away.

"Oh hi Blaine! I'm sorry I'm late. I lost track of time while I was shopping…" he grinned, walking towards Blaine.

"I can see how that would've happened… " Blaine smirked, looking pointedly at the bags near the door.

Kurt blushed and dropped his gaze.

"I guess I went a little overboard… I just wanted some new clothes. It's not like I can't afford them, I haven't spend a lot of money the past few years, and-"

"Kurt, please… you don't have to justify it to me… I'm glad you had fun and you bought yourself some nice things." Blaine said, lifting Kurt's chin with his finger, forcing him to meet his eyes. "I'm dying to see what you've got." He smiled, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his lips. He felt Kurt's mouth turn into a smile.

"I bought so many great stuff." He breathed with a gleam in his eyes. "Oh! And I went to Sephora too! I got some of the skincare products I used when… well… before."

"That's great, honey" Blaine said with a tender look on his face "you need to take good care of that beautiful, flawless skin…" he trailed his lips over Kurt's cheek, making him shiver in excitement. "Gods, I missed you today…"

Kurt licked his lips "I missed you too…" he whispered into Blaine's ear "So… would you like me to model some of my outfits for you?"

Blaine pulled back and saw the mischievous look in Kurt's eyes. He lowered his hands to caress Kurt's hips. "Hmmmmm… I have a better idea. Why don't you take a shower; put on one of those fabulous outfits… primp yourself; and then I'm taking you out for a bite to eat and after that we're going to the Crystal Room."

"What's the Crystal Room?"

"It's a gay club. A classy gay club."

"Classy in what way?" Kurt had no experience with gay venues whatsoever. There weren't any in Lima. Not that he'd ever felt the need to visit one. Okay, except for that one stupid, drunken night years ago.

Blaine grinned "Classy as in no bare chest, no bare legs, no dressing up as one of the Village People, no sex on the dancefloor –"

"Alright! I get the picture, thanks!" Kurt squeaked. "But dancing? I haven't danced in years, Blaine."

"You don't have to dance", Blaine shrugged, "we can just have a drink and have some fun." You are going to dance, Hummel, I'll drag you onto the floor if I have to. I want to see that body move to the music.

Kurt considered it for a minute.

"Yeah… why not, let's do it." He smiled.

"Perfect! Well go shower and change then, I'll do the same." Blaine answered.

"Want to join me in the shower?" Kurt gave him a teasing wink.

Blaine smirked "I thought you'd never ask…"

About an hour later, Blaine was sitting on the couch, waiting for his boyfriend to appear from the bedroom. Kurt had banished Blaine to the living room, saying he wanted to surprise him with his finished look.

Blaine was already dressed. He wore a pair of black tight jeans; a gray, short-sleeved V-neck Henley shirt; and a pair of black leather high sneakers. His hair was still a bit damp from the shower.

It had been a hot shower; and not only because of the water temperature. They had taken their sweet time, lathering each other up; making out; rinsing; and then Kurt had gone down on Blaine, and they'd had to repeat the entire process of lathering, making out and rinsing.

"Blaine?"

Blaine's head snapped up and he looked at Kurt, who was standing a few feet away, with a coy look on his face.

Oh. My. God.

Blaine's jaw dropped in shock. "Kurt… fuck…"

"Okay…" Kurt giggled shyly. Blaine scrambled up from the couch and moved toward his gorgeous boyfriend.

"You look so hot…" he groaned, taking in Kurt's outfit.

Kurt was wearing a pair of skintight red pants, a dark blue denim blazer with red piping, a white sleeveless T-shirt beneath it, and his knee-high black boots.

"You too…" Kurt breathed.

Blaine raised his eyes to Kurt's face and what he saw made him go weak at the knees. Kurt's hair was all tousled and spiky. But that wasn't what caught Blaine's attention.

Kurt was wearing eyeliner.

Fucking eyeliner.

And it drove Blaine wild. He pounced on Kurt and their lips met in a frenzied fashion.

Kurt fisted his hands in Blaine's curly hair and parted his lips to deepen the kiss. Blaine accepted the invitation eagerly.

Kurt chuckled into Blaine's mouth. Blaine broke the kiss and gazed into Kurt's lovely, sexy eyes.

"Sooooo… you like my outfit?" Kurt asked with a smirk.

"I like it so much I want to rip it off of you right now." Blaine growled under his breath.

"Don't... I'd have to kill you… this stuff is expensive."

"Yeah… okay then. Come on, let's go…" Blaine said, pulling back from Kurt to grab his jacket.

"Wait!" Kurt grabbed Blaine's arm to stop him. "I have something for you… I want to give it to you before we leave." Kurt pulled the blue, small, rectangular box out of his blazer pocket. The store clerk had gone all out on the gift wrapping.

Blaine smiled in surprise, then frowned as he recognized the Tiffany Blue wrapping. "For me? Kurt… you didn't have to do that…"

Kurt shrugged and smiled, holding out the gift to Blaine. "I wanted to. Take it."

Blaine took the little box and went to sit on the couch to open it. Kurt followed him and sat down next to him, biting his lip and dying to see Blaine's reaction.

The other man wasted no time in tearing the ribbon that had been snugly tied around the box, and ripping off the added frills that were in the way. Kurt wondered if this was how Blaine had opened his Christmas presents when he was little. The mental image was too cute for words.

Blaine opened the box and peered inside.

"Wow… Kurt… that's beautiful..." He took out the pen and examined it further. A tiny note dropped out of the box, on his lap. Blaine took it, and read it.

To my heart doctor. Thank you for bringing me back to life. I love you. Kurt xxx

"Kurt…" Blaine was too moved for words, so he just pulled his boyfriend into a crushing hug.

"You like it then?" Kurt asked "Because I had it monogrammed, I can't take it back."

Blaine nodded against Kurt's cheek, fighting back tears. "I love it. But I'm just as happy with the note as I am with the pen. I love you too, baby."

Kurt tightened his arms around Blaine in response.

Two hours later, they entered the Crystal Room. They left their jackets in the cloakroom, after Blaine had convinced Kurt it would be way too hot inside to wear the blazer.

Kurt saw what Blaine meant as they entered the club. The dance floor was crowded.

"Why are there so many people here? It's a Wednesday night!" he asked Blaine, raising his voice above the music.

"This is New York! The city that never sleeps!" Blaine answered, taking Kurt by the hand and dragging him in the direction of the bar. "Cocktail?" He asked, as it was their turn to order.

"Yeah, why not. A Mojito please." Kurt said.

"A Mojito and a Tom Collins!" Blaine shouted to the bartender.

"We are going to get wasted, aren't we?" Kurt muttered.

"Totally! Just sit back and enjoy it!" Blaine grinned.

They got their drinks and retreated to a corner, where there they found a leather loveseat to sit on.

"So how do you know about this place?" Kurt took a sip of his Mojito.

"Liz and I used to come here." Blaine relaxed into couch. "We had some gay friends we liked to hang out with, and they introduced us to this place. It's great; good music, nice atmosphere, divine cocktails…" he lifted his drink in a silent salute and took a healthy swig.

Two cocktails later.

Kurt was balancing on that fine line between being tipsy and being drunk. He put his glass down on the little side table to his right, and nestled back against Blaine, laying his head on his shoulder. He gazed at the dance floor. Men and women were dancing… no… gyrating to the hypnotizing, sensual beat of Kylie Minogue's "Slow". It was a sexy, young crowd.

Kurt felt Blaine swaying to the music. He turned his head up to look into his hazel eyes. Blaine smiled and gave him a quick but intense kiss. Kurt gasped.

"Let's dance…" Blaine nuzzled Kurt's cheek with his nose.

Kurt shook his head. "No."

"Come on…" Blaine whined.

"I don't dance anymore. I can't." A sudden sadness settled into Kurt's eyes. The alcohol was making him extra emotional.

Blaine cupped Kurt's face with his hands. "Just follow my lead. I'll teach you how to dance again." He pressed another kiss against Kurt's lips and stood up, reaching out his hand in invitation.

"Dance with me, baby… please."

Kurt hesitated.

Blaine's loving smile won him over. That and his blood alcohol level.

They found themselves a spot on the dance floor.

Blaine started moving to the music. When he saw Kurt standing in front of him, wide-eyed and stock-still, he took Kurt's hands and placed them on his own hips. "Just move with me." He said, undulating his hips in a very enticing way.

Kurt's licked his lips and started to move along, and it only took him a few moments to fall into the sensual flow and beat of the music.

"That's it baby." Blaine said, wondering how on earth Kurt managed to dance so gracefully yet so sinfully sexy at the same time.

They continued dancing for a while.

Both men were getting sweaty and worked up.

"Oh! I love this song." Kurt said, gyrating his hips and running his hands over Blaine's torso.

Blaine smiled and sang along with the lyrics.

We wasted so many truths
That we depend
On getting by
Another lie
On every other thing that dies

And as his voice beckons out
I hear the end
The end of trauma slowly setting in
My body seems to stop and freeze

Stop!
Well I just dance the way I feel
Stop breathing
Imagine none of this is real

Well I just dance the way I feel

Blaine ran his hands along Kurt's bare arms while they kept dancing.

A simple crowd makes an move and on my space
I'm lashing out
I'm crashing down
On other people in my way

I'm banning all of these objects from this place
This place is ruined been affected
After all the time I paid

Grabbing Kurt's wrists, Blaine stretched both their arms above their heads. It forced Kurt to press his body against Blaine's. They continued dancing like this.

Stop!
Well I just dance the way I feel
Stop breathing
Imagine none of this is real

Well I just dance the way I feel
Stop!
Well I just dance the way I feel
Stop!
Well I just dance the way I feel

They weren't really dancing anymore.

They were gyrating their bodies against each other, to the hypnotizing beat.

Blaine's neck was slick with sweat. Kurt pressed his face into the crook of Blaine's neck and lapped at one of the rivulets of sweat. Normally this would have grossed him out, but right now he didn't give a fuck. He just wanted to taste Blaine. Blaine groaned and threw his head back.

Moving out to someone else
You're always open with yourself
But no one
I talk to no one

Always falling short of help
I choose to take this by myself

And go
And I just go

Kurt forced one of his legs between Blaine's, rubbing his upper thigh against Blaine's crotch.

Stop!
Well I just dance the way I feel
Stop breathing
Imagine none of this is real

"Fuck… baby…" Blaine growled into Kurt's ear.

Kurt chuckled sexily. "I thought you said not on the dance floor?"

"No… you're right…" Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and forced him to follow, while making a beeline for the bathrooms.

Well I just dance the way I feel

Kurt gasped as Blaine pushed him into a stall. "What are you doing?"

Blaine followed into the stall and turned the lock. "I told you this was a classy club." He said with fire in his eyes. "So no sex on the dance floor…" he pushed Kurt against the wall and pinned his hands above his head, "…but in here, we can do whatever the hell we want."

Kurt opened his mouth to respond, but his answer never came, because Blaine was plundering his mouth with his tongue. Kurt melted into the kiss and moaned.

Blaine stepped back and went to sit on the lid of the closed toilet seat. He guided Kurt toward him, making him straddle his lap. They continued making out.

Kurt couldn't believe he was doing this. A little over a month ago, he had been sitting in his apartment in Lima at night, feeling lonely and heartbroken, and living like a robot. And now he was here, in a gay club in Manhattan, sitting on the lap of this gorgeous man. This man who loved him, and made him feel so alive.

And then he couldn't think anymore. Because Blaine was thrusting his hips upwards, and oh God, they were both hard as a rock, and it felt delicious.

Too delicious.

"Blaine…" Kurt whimpered "Please don't make me ruin these pants… I'm not kidding… I will kill you…"

Blaine grinned and pushed Kurt away. "Stand up". He whispered hungrily.

Kurt did as he was told and groaned as Blaine impatiently tugged at his belt buckle. He shivered as he felt his erection being freed from its confines, and then bit back a lustful cry as Blaine took him in his mouth.

Kurt was still on a high, due to the alcohol and the dancing. He knew he wouldn't last long. He fisted his hands into Blaine's curls. "Damn baby… you have such a talented mouth." He said throatily.

Blaine raised his eyes and looked at Kurt with his big, hazel eyes. He relaxed his jaws and raised his eyebrows in question. Kurt understood what Blaine was silently asking for. "Squeeze my hand if it's too much." Blaine nodded. He stroked Blaine's cheek with his thumb, and then he started fucking his mouth.

Kurt didn't know which was hotter; the exquisite feeling of Blaine's hot, soft, wet mouth wrapped around him, or the way Blaine was relaxing his throat against the onslaught and taking it all, while looking up at him with lusty eyes.

It didn't matter anymore, because it was ending right there and then. Kurt's hips jerked forward, and he stifled a shout as he came hard in to Blaine's mouth.

Blaine hummed in delight.

Kurt was still panting hard as Blaine pulled back and fixed Kurt's clothes.

"Your pants are untouched." He whispered hoarsely. "Mine aren't, unfortunately…" he added with a small smirk.

Kurt bent forward to kiss him hard.

"Well then, maybe we should head home; get you out of those sticky pants; and take another shower."

tbc