“..come back, I want to kiss you some more.” Blaine begged and Kurt had listened, returning to that mouth he had discovered he loved being lost in.
 
“Sir, would you like a beverage?”
 
Kurt opened his eyes and eyed the steward with frustration. His gaze softened, however, when he remembered that it wasn't this poor man's fault that he was on a plane back to New York. Back to real life. A life without Blaine in it.
 
“No, but thank you so much for offering,” Kurt replied before returning to his own thoughts.
 
He had left Blaine 6 hours ago. It actually had needed to be sooner than that but Blaine had insisted on making him pancakes for breakfast.
 
“But Blaine, it's noon.”
 
“Ok, but it's the first meal of the day for us,” he had replied with that easy grin and Kurt had just laughed and wrapped his arms around Blaine and kissed his neck quickly, pulling back before Blaine could capture him and all time would be lost again.
 
The pancakes had been delicious.
 
Kurt sighed and fidgeted in his seat, willing the flight to be over. He closed his eyes against the lights and sounds of the plane and immersed himself in thoughts of Blaine.
 
They had returned to Blaine's house after ensuring that Blaine's night manager was all set for the night, kissing goodbye once at Kurt's car and then again at Blaine's when Kurt sprinted across the parking lot to kiss Blaine breathless before saying a quick, “See you soon!” and darting back to his car, leaving Blaine blushing and shaking his head in wonder as he climbed in to lead them back to Westerville.
 
They had linked arms, each man with the other's around the small of his back as they entered the house. Mansion, Kurt amended mentally, for this house was nothing like his in Lima. He repressed the urge to give a low whistle as Blaine brought him through room after room, none looking lived in except for the kitchen, entertainment room, and one large bathroom on the 2nd floor. The last room they entered was Blaine's. Kurt was surprised to learn it wasn't the master suite. When Kurt had arched an eyebrow at Blaine in question he had answered, “It's just not my room,” before quickly moving on to the rest of the house.
 
He was living with ghosts.
 
Blaine's room felt very lived in, smelled of him, and contained many things Kurt thought affectionately as “Blaine-ish”. Records and an actual record player in the corner, a rich wood desk with a computer living on top of it, an iPod deck plugged in. A closet with one side showing Blaine's rules: rows of suits and ties, shoes shiny and gleaming below; the other showing...Blaine. Henleys, jeans, button-up short-sleeved shirts, and lived-in looking shoes.
 
“You should get a pet. A chinchilla or something.” Kurt said as he looked around.
 
Blaine had burst out laughing, bending at the middle with the effort.
 
“Oh, really. Don't they take like, dust baths? How does that even work?”
 
“Oh, Jesus, I don't know!” Kurt laughed, “But you need something here. It's crazy that you have this all to yourself and no one to share it with.”
 
Kurt had immediately shut his mouth, not daring to look at Blaine. He hadn't been trying to imply anything; it had just kind of slipped out and he couldn't take it back now.
 
But apparently he hadn't said the wrong thing because then Blaine had been on him, his hands burning trails down Kurt's back as he pressed him toward the bed. There had been no sex, though, just as Blaine had said, and strangely Kurt hadn't tried push that limit.  He would be freaking out about it if he wasn't so fucking happy right now because of what there had been.
 
There had been a whole lot of touching, light caresses that took Kurt's breath away and reminded him how exquisite anticipation could be that he reciprocated in kind to Blaine, relishing in every sound he emitted.
 
There had been a lot of kissing as well; light kisses that lead to hungry ones that left them breathless and laying back on two different sides of the bed, pulling themselves together before returning to try again.
 
It should've been awkward. One of them should've mentioned how hard it was to keep from tearing off the rest of each other's clothes. One of them could have mentioned how uncomfortable it was as a man to be so confined in jeans.
 
One of them could've gotten frustrated or nervous or weird.
 
But it didn't happen and eventually Kurt had fallen asleep with his head resting on Blaine's chest, Blaine's arms encircling his waist, Blaine whispering good night as he drifted off.
 
It was at once both the strangest and most exhilarating experience with another man he had ever had. He had felt almost revered by Blaine with his sweet words and velvet touches. He felt so very alive today.
 
***
It was a week before Christmas and Blaine was so tired.  He had been putting in extra time at both the firm and Eclectic and trying to maintain both was taking its toll.  He would have to make a decision soon.  For once in his life, though, it didn’t seem like much of a decision at all.
 
He had just put the last notes in his ledger and was gathering his coat to leave the club when his cell phone rang.  He answered, smiling.  He already knew who it was.
 
“Soooo, I get to see you in five days!” came Kurt’s excited voice, “And guess what?  Carole and Dad say they would love for you to join us on Christmas Eve!  Finn, Harmony, and Elora will be there as well.  I hope that you still want to come because that’s a lot of people, I know, but say you still want to come because I really think that you’ll-“
 
Blaine interrupted him, laughing.
 
“Kurt!  Kurt!  Stop!  It’s okay!  I still want to come.  I never would’ve said yes if I didn’t want to.” He replied as he made his way out into the blowing snow.  “Listen, though, can I call you back in about a half an hour?  The snow here is insane and I need to drive home before it gets worse.
 
“Ok, you, but I better hear from you then or else I will be completely worried for the rest of the night.  There’s something I want to…run by you anyway.  Talk soon.”
“Soon.” Blaine replied, and disconnected the call.
 
The past three weeks had been hard on them both.  Kurt had called Blaine the day after he had returned to New York, spilling over with the news that his show had found a home off Broadway in a great theater and even had an opening date in May. Blaine had confessed that he had wanted to call Kurt to be sure his plane had landed okay the evening before.   Lengthy phone calls began, threading through their daily routines and adding one other into the rhythm of their lives.  Texting followed, and hours on Skype when both men should’ve been sleeping or working.  If Blaine was in a meeting with only his computer to connect to Kurt he would send him an email just to say hello.  Neither was far from the other’s thoughts.
 
The day they had talked about relationships had been eye-opening for them both as they both realized that the other had not had a lengthy relationship of any kind.  Blaine skirted the issue, revealing all the details about his parents’ actions that he had held back that first night but failing to tell Kurt more about him sexually. 
 
Kurt was burning to know more about that part.  He had told Blaine a bit of his exploits but had been sure to add that he was always safe.  There had never been a person he remotely trusted for that.  Blaine had listened attentively, eyes locked on Kurt over their Skype connection but he had said nothing in return.
 
It had been the only awkward experience in the entire relationship.
 
Because that’s what it was.  A relationship.  Though neither had said so, as such neither had pursued anyone else.  For Blaine this was par for the course.  For Kurt it was unheard of.  Even Martin had noticed a change in him, commenting on his early nights in.  Kurt just smiled shyly and said, “Some things are more important than a party, Martin.” 
 
Martin knew Kurt was in love before he did.
 
***

Blaine eyed his phone nervously.  He was sitting on his bed, cross legged, in his pajamas.  It had been close to an hour since he had talked to Kurt.  He knew that Kurt would be pacing the floor of his bedroom, waiting to hear that Blaine had gotten in from the storm.

He also knew what Kurt wanted to talk about.  He was terrified.

He’s going to want to stay here on Christmas Eve.  Or Christmas Day.  Or someday while he’s here.  I need to tell him now; give him time to decide what he wants to do…if he still wants to be with me.  If I’m…

He didn’t finish his thought but it was there.  If I’m worth it.

He wanted Kurt.  He knew he loved Kurt but he hadn’t said it yet.  Who tells someone they love them when you’ve only actually seen them, touched their skin, felt them breathe against your lips 2 times?  Who tells someone they love them after 3 short weeks of knowing them?
It didn’t matter, though, because Blaine loved Kurt the day he met him.

Blaine took a deep breath and dialed.  It barely rang before Kurt’s anxious voice filled his ear.

“Blaine? I was so fucking worried!  Sorry.  But I was!”

Blaine smiled, biting his lip.

“I’m sorry that I worried you,” he replied, “The snow was pretty bad and then I just came in and got into my PJ’s.  I wanted to be cuddled in bed to talk to you.  I’m just so tired lately.  I want to tell the Robinson file to bite me.”

He could hear Kurt rummaging over the line as he replied, “In bed, huh?  Hmmm…I have a very nice visual.  Could you describe that for me?  I’m kidding!  Unless…unless you don’t mind filling me in on what you’re wearing.”

Blaine almost groaned.  He realized that his fingers were shaking.  This whole thing was so important.  He was sure Kurt would be fine with it.  Sure Kurt…loved him.  Sure he wanted him.  Kurt wouldn’t be scared. 

“I’m wearing pajama bottoms and nothing else,” he purred, “However; I thought that there was something you wanted to talk to me about?”
Kurt DID groan.  “Blaine, you’re killing me here.  Don’t tell me next time, okay?  Just…if you weren’t so hot this wouldn’t be a problem.  Oh, and now I can hear you blushing.”

Blaine laughed and some of the tension that had taken up residence in his stomach faded.  Some.  A little.

“Well.  Okay, so Christmas Eve is going to be magical.  I can’t wait for you to meet my family.  Elora is going to LOVE you and Finn and, oh my gosh, I can’t wait.” Kurt paused. Blaine waited  and then realized Kurt was waiting for him to say something.

“I’m excited, too.  It will be my first Christmas in…in a long time where it feels joyful.”

His voice almost broke on that last word.  He didn’t know where this emotion was coming from, but he went with it, wanting to trust Kurt with his whole heart.

“Oh, Blaine.  I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to-“

Blaine rushed to correct him, blurting, “No, no, I just meant that it will be amazing to be with someone that I love at Christmas instead of…” he trailed off, realizing what he had said.

“I love you, too,” came the soft reply, “It is so scary but I am so glad you said it because I’ve been bursting with it every time we talk and I just…I love you Blaine Anderson.”

Blaine stopped breathing and then let out a shaky laugh.

“Well okay then, I love you.”

Both men laughed at themselves for a moment and then Kurt spoke again.

“So I was thinking maybe I could stay at your house again.  Except maybe this time…maybe this time we could try some other things that I think you may like.”

Blaine could hear his nervousness underneath his bravado.  He knew that Kurt didn’t quite know how to navigate this area in their relationship yet.  Now was the time to let Kurt off the hook.

“I would love that, Kurt.  I…I’ve been waiting a long time for this, actually.”

Kurt laughed.  “Let’s not be overdramatic here, Blaine.  It’s only been three weeks.  I mean I know it feels like forever, but-“

“No, Kurt.  It has been forever.  I’m…Kurt, I’m a virgin.”

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