Blaine knew that he wouldn't be ringing in the New Year with Kurt. The man was back in Ohio and he knew that it would be really tiring if he went back to Los Angeles just to celebrate the New Year with him.

His mother was spending her New Year with his grandparents and even though Jane wanted him to come, Blaine chose not to. He loves them but he knew that going there would just result with him being interrogated about his job and when he's planning to settle down and adopt kids.

So he made plans with Wes who will also be spending his New Year alone.

And now he found himself standing inside one of the cheapest bars in their area. They've been eating and drinking since 5 p.m. and though it was almost already 10 p.m. with the music blaring from different places, the night is still young.

Blaine was just getting out of a conversation with a girl that he didn't know when Wes turned up, holding two bottles of beer and rocking out to the music. Blaine laughed and thanked his best friend, pushing through the crowd so they could get away from it for a bit.

"Jesus Blaine, I leave you for two minutes and you've already got someone hitting on you again." Wes shoved Blaine playfully on his shoulder. "You've got game." He screamed over the music.

"The words 'I'm gay' just doesn't cut it anymore." Blaine shouted back, laughing and shaking his head. "And it attracts other people too." He frowned, waving away a guy that was walking towards him once he uttered the two magic words of the night.

"Assholes don't know you have a boyfriend." Wes said, looking at the guy that was turned down. They drank their beers, dancing a little bit to the music.

"But you on the other hand, don't have anyone. Go on and mingle!" Blaine said, pushing Wes into the crowd again. Wes offered a fist-bump which Blaine gladly returned.

"Be back later bro. Don't pick up chicks while I'm gone!" Wes said as he vanished in the sea of drunken men and women.

Blaine never had a problem of being alone in a bar; he ends up being like that all the time anyway so he ordered another drink from the bartender.

"Looking quite dapper with your bow tie over there."

Blaine whipped his head around and offered a polite smile to the guy who talked. The man ordered himself a beer as well and Blaine was just about to leave when the man started to talk to him again.

"You're celebrating New Year alone?" He asked.

Blaine almost gave out an audible groan but on second thought, don't be so mean, it's New Year's Eve. "No, I'm here with my friend. He's just…somewhere." Blaine ended, looking around but failing to spot Wes in the crowd.

"Oh." The man said. "Wanna dance?" He asked out of the blue, getting up from his seat and grabbing Blaine by the arm. Blaine sighed, this again.

"I'm sorry, I—" but his sentence was cut when his phone started ringing. His face lit up, perfect timing. He held a finger up to the man and said, "I gotta take this." The man groaned and walked away, mumbling something under his breath.

Blaine couldn't help but laugh and think that whoever's calling him will receive his love forever. He answered it and covered his other ear to hear better, screaming into the phone.

"Hello?" Blaine practically shouted. He only heard a muffled voice. "It's kind of loud in here. Can you speak up?" He said.

"Blaine!"

Blaine took a double take, putting his phone away from his ear to look at the I.D. He doesn't understand why he always forgets to look at his phone's caller I.D., realization dawned on him upon seeing who it was.

"Oh! Sorry, I'm just going to find a quiet corner." Blaine said, briskly walking away from the crowd and into the bathroom which, surprisingly, was empty. "Kurt! Happy New Year…'s Eve!" Blaine greeted enthusiastically.

Kurt laughed a little on the other end of the line. "You sound like you're having fun. Happy New Year's Eve to you too." He said.

"I am. I'm having fun turning people down." Blaine said. "I don't want you to punch me in the face when you get back." He laughed.

"How thoughtful." Kurt played along.

Blaine paused for a moment. "Where are you?" He asked, realizing that he wasn't hearing any noise in the background. If it was a normal phone call, he would've heard Burt or Finn right now.

Kurt cleared his throat. "I thought you'd be at home so I…" Kurt said.

"Shit Kurt." Blaine blurted out. "You're not in my apartment are you?" He asked, panicking. Did he miss something? Did Kurt tell him he was going back to L.A. on New Year's Eve? No, he didn't.

"Maybe…or maybe not?" Kurt replied with a laugh. But Blaine was already hurrying out of the bar, not even thinking of finding Wes and telling him he was going home.

"Don't you dare move from there, I'm going home." Blaine said, now running to get out of the bar. He knew he was bumping a lot of people but whatever, it's Kurt.

"Blaine, come on. The traffic is deadly outside and you're partying." Kurt said in a playful tone.

"I don't even think you're trying to sound like you feel bad at all." Blaine laughed. Blaine got a glimpse of the traffic and smiled, Good thing I don't have a car. He continued to run, the bar was just a 25-minute walk away from his apartment and he'll try to cut it down to 15 by running.

If he can.

"Am I that obvious?" Kurt laughed.

"Yes you are. You're such a spoiled brat." Blaine panted as he tried to keep the conversation going. It was beginning to get difficult.

"Blaine you can end the call you know. I can hear you panting." Kurt said with a worried tone.

"No, just keep talking, I like hearing your voice. And I'm listening." Blaine said. "Go on."

So Kurt did; he talked about his holiday with his family and how his dad tried to bake gingerbread cookies with him but failed miserably, resulting in burnt cookies. He talked about different kinds of things and Blaine was laughing all the while that time was momentarily forgotten.

Eventually, Blaine reached his apartment building and quickly ran up.

When he reached his floor, he immediately saw Kurt who was still talking animatedly into the phone, failing to notice that Blaine was already in the hall. Blaine smiled as he stared at Kurt; unsure if the quick pace of his heartbeat was because of all the running or because of Kurt. It's been a week since he last saw him and he never knew that seeing Kurt again would make his brain turn into a puddle in an instant.

"…Blaine, are you still there?" Kurt asked. Blaine let out a soft laugh.

"Don't sit on your luggage, you'll break it." Blaine said as he moved towards Kurt. He saw him frown then look up, eyes sparkling upon seeing Blaine. He clicked his phone off, beaming as Kurt stood up with the same smile on his face.

"I'm back. I missed you." Kurt said, holding out his arms open for Blaine who was just standing there, sweaty after running. Blaine shook his head.

"I missed you too but I'm sweaty and gross." Blaine replied, side-stepping to get to the door, carefully avoiding Kurt.

"I like it when you're sweaty and gross." Kurt laughed, hugging Blaine anyway even as he squirmed away from his grasp.

They both managed to stumble inside Blaine's apartment after the much needed touching and kissing. They settled down on Blaine's sofa, eating cake and drinking wine that Kurt had brought. They were being very sweet and very drunk, feeding each other some cake; so sweet that the some of the cake's icing had landed on Blaine's face, making Kurt laugh hysterically.

"It wasn't intentional. I swear!" Kurt laughed, defending himself when Blaine accused him of intentionally putting cake icing on his face.

Kurt got an icing on his finger again and was going to lick it off but instead, he wiped it on Blaine's cheek. Blaine gasped, eyes widening; it was the third time Kurt had done it.

"Oh that is it Hummel." Blaine said, putting his feet down. Kurt had begun to stand up and slowly back away, his chest vibrating with laughter. "I hope you're ready for this fight because it's about to get messy." He said in a low voice.

Blaine got a handful of icing, a glint passing in his eyes as he stood up and darted for Kurt. Kurt shrieked as he tried to run around the place to avoid Blaine. When they were facing each other, the sofa in between them, Kurt held up a hand.

"WAIT!" Kurt cried. "This is an Alexander McQueen! Let me just get it to safety." He said, finally taking off his coat and carefully stowing it away in a place that any icing wouldn't land on. It was the only important clothing he had on that night as he was only wearing casual shirt and pants underneath it.

Blaine waited, he knew better than to mess with Kurt's expensive clothing.

"Ready?" Blaine asked once Kurt was finished. Kurt took a deep breath and ran for his life, darting towards Blaine's kitchen.

It didn't take long for Blaine to catch him, his icing-free hand grabbing his waist as Kurt yelped in surprise. Blaine chuckled as he saw the terrified look on Kurt's face as he lifted his hand to wipe it on Kurt's face.

"Not the hair, not the hair, not the hair." Kurt chanted with his eyes closed, waiting. It was really sticky when you get cake icing on your hair and he hates that.

"Here's for your moisturizing regimen tonight Mr. Hummel." Blaine laughed, finally wiping his hand on Kurt's face, hearing Kurt fake a cry with an audible 'ahuuhuuhuuh' and a pout. "You knew this was coming." Blaine said.

But then Kurt's lips went up to a smirk as he opened the faucet in the sink and splashed water towards Blaine. Blaine snapped his eyes shut as the water went to his face and hair, getting his guard down and eventually, Kurt squirmed away from his grasp while laughing maniacally.

Blaine shook his head in amusement as he ran after Kurt once more. He saw him in the living room, taking the icing off of his face, muttering something under his breath that sounded like "so sticky".

"This is war!" Blaine declared with a laugh as he once again went to the cake to get a handful of icing. Kurt shook his head, wanting to quit as he ran towards Blaine's bedroom, jumping on his bed for safety.

"Blaine! You wouldn't want to get icing on your bed sheet now would you?" Kurt stated, covering himself with Blaine's blanket. But Blaine just smirked at him.

"I don't mind actually. I can always wash them."

Blaine jumped on the bed, making Kurt scream as the other man covered himself up with the blanket, hiding away from Blaine. He laughed as Kurt struggled to get away from Blaine but too late, Blaine was already straddling Kurt on the bed, tugging at the blanket.

"Come out, come out Kurt. This isn't going to hurt at all." Blaine laughed, still trying to pull the blanket with one hand.

"I surrender!" Kurt announced, lifting a hand out of the blanket, waving it. That is possibly the worst decision he's ever made because Blaine caught it and used it to pull Kurt up and out of the blanket.

"Gotcha." Blaine chuckled as Kurt pouted.

"Blaine." Kurt sternly said, looking up at Blaine with pleading eyes. "I still have that previous icing on my face!" He complained. It seemed that Blaine couldn't stop laughing.

"That sucks. But then again, I won already so let me claim my prize." Blaine smiled, licking the icing off of his hand. He heard Kurt breathe out a sigh of relief.

Just as Kurt was about to say something, Blaine leaned down, pressing both of his hands on Kurt's face. Kurt's breath hitched in surprise and his eyes fluttered close as Blaine easily darted his tongue out in Kurt's mouth, sharing the icing with him. Kurt could feel his blood rush to his face and felt a slow heat pooling in his stomach which both had nothing to do with the wine.

Who knew Blaine could do something so hot.

Tongue battled tongue as the icing slowly melted in the kiss, leaving them kissing sloppily. Blaine pulled away, biting his lip and smiling.

"Don't look so fucking smug." Kurt chuckled, pulling Blaine's hands away from his face and groaning. "Damn it Blaine, you got icing and spit all over my face." Kurt frowned, pushing away a laughing Blaine only to be held firmly in place.

Kurt looked up at Blaine and saw him staring directly in his eyes; Kurt hasn't seen that look before. And from the moment their eyes met, he knew that kissing will not satisfy them both tonight.

"Let me get it off." Blaine said in a low voice.

Once again, he lowered his head but he didn't aim for Kurt's lips. Instead, he slowly licked Kurt's icing-filled cheek and Kurt could swear he couldn't feel his heart beating. His eyes began to close again as he wrapped his arms around Blaine's back, pulling him closer as the other man licked his other cheek as well.

Blaine worked his way down on Kurt's neck and Kurt craned his neck to give Blaine more skin. Blaine nipped hungrily at Kurt's neck; he knew that it was the alcohol in his system, the alcohol that had built up since that afternoon up until the wine that evening and if there is an alcohol lord, he's silently thanking it right now for giving him the nerve to do this.

"God Kurt I love your neck." Blaine murmured in his skin, sending chills down Kurt's spine.

"Oh god I love your hair." Kurt breathed out as he tangled his hands in Blaine's now sweat-slicked hair.

Blaine sits up for a moment and whipped his shirt off. Kurt couldn't help but ogle for a little bit at the sight of Blaine's bare chest; sure he's seen it before but not under these circumstances.

"I think you need to take yours off too."

And Kurt's shirt is off in a blink of an eye, both of their clothing thrown off somewhere in the room. Kurt took a moment to feel Blaine's chest, running a hand over the dark, curly hair that was dusting it. He got turned on some more as he took in the way Blaine's hip bone dips into a 'v' and vanish behind his low waist jeans.

They stare at each other for a long time before Blaine broke the silence saying "You're gorgeous." Kurt blushed and pulled Blaine down for a passionate kiss.

Their bodies pressed together firmly and Kurt couldn't stop his hips from jerking upwards to meet Blaine's equally hard cock. Blaine let out an audible grunt as he pulled away from Kurt's lips, his own lips sore from the kiss.

"Fuck." Blaine swore as their erections met once again.

Without hesitating, his hands found its way to Kurt's pants, undoing Kurt's jeans. Blaine stops momentarily to look at Kurt in the eyes, seeking approval and Kurt only nodded in reply. Blaine smiled as he slid off Kurt's pants and boxers, taking in the sight of Kurt.

Blaine bit his lip, Kurt was absolutely beautiful. He fumbles around his side-table and squeezes lube on his hand. Blaine planted a hot, wet kiss on Kurt's mouth before gripping Kurt's length in his hand. Kurt squeaked and accidentally bit Blaine's lower lip, causing it to bleed.

Blaine chuckled quietly. "You're sensitive." He teased, licking his bleeding lip, causing Kurt to blush.

"Shut up. It's been a while." Kurt countered, covering his red face with one arm.

Blaine worked his way with Kurt, enjoying each pant, moan and groan of his name. He found the perfect motion and speed combined with breathy and open-mouthed kisses on every exposed skin which left Kurt speechless and soon, Kurt was coming in his hand, his face buried in Blaine's neck, shuddering.

"Shit Blaine that was…"

Panting, Kurt planted a kiss on Blaine's neck as Blaine cleaned them up. He felt exhausted both from the hand job and his earlier flight from Ohio to Los Angeles; now he's really feeling sleepy, eyes starting to drift close. He moved a little, accidentally bumping Blaine's erection with his knee and Blaine groaned in pain. Kurt's eyes snapped open, how could he forget that Blaine hadn't had his release yet?

"Oh god, I'm sorry. I'm ready, you can…" Kurt struggled to get a hold of Blaine's jeans to unbutton it but Blaine stopped his hands, holding it with gently. Kurt looked up at Blaine who was now smiling sincerely down at him, his hair all over the place.

"No." Blaine said firmly. Kurt gave him a questioning look. Blaine smiled, giving Kurt a gentle kiss and enveloping him in his arms. Kurt bit his lip as Blaine's hardness brushed his thigh. "Not when you're this tired and I'm drunk." Blaine said.

"Blaine…" Kurt slowly said, concerned because he didn't want to seem unfair.

"I'll do this properly when I'm sober. I don't want my first time with you to be sloppy and driven by alcohol." Blaine honestly said. Kurt had to let out a giggle. "And besides, you were just about to fall asleep until you kneed me in the boner." Blaine laughed.

"I'm so sorry." Kurt apologized, burying his face in Blaine's neck in shame. "But what are you going to do with that?" Kurt asked, concerned. He knew how painful it must be for Blaine.

"It'll soften up. I hope." Blaine replied.

They heard people counting down outside the building and it seemed to have reminded them that it was New Year's Eve. They both laughed at how they got too carried away.

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

"Happy New Year!"

Blaine and Kurt both smiled at each other, sharing a soft and sweet kiss. Blaine rolled off of Kurt and they settled into their usual bedtime position with Kurt resting his head over Blaine's arm. Blaine let out a contented sigh.

"Happy New Year Blaine." Kurt greeted him quietly, his chin over Blaine's chest looking up at him. "The world needs more men like you." He said because really, Blaine was so thoughtful and sweet, it hurts.

"I wouldn't wish that because then I won't be solely yours." Blaine chuckled as Kurt nodded.

"Touché."

Blaine kissed the top of Kurt's head and smiled, "Happy New Year Kurt. Now go to sleep, I know you're tired." He said.

Kurt hummed and it didn't even take a minute before he was off to dreamland. Blaine looked outside, fireworks were still going off but he was tired as well. He held Kurt close to him, ignoring how his erection throbbed violently in his jeans, and went off to sleep.

Kurt awoke that morning with the urge to take a long bath. His face felt sticky because of all the licking and the icing and it's kind of gross already. Blaine noticed that Kurt was shifting in his sleep.

He smiled and greeted. "Happy New Year."

"To you as well." Kurt replied. He slowly got up, the blanket sliding off his chest and Blaine couldn't keep his eyes away. Kurt hung his head and smiled. "What?" He asked.

"Stop seducing me, it's too early." Blaine said. "Also, I have a wound on my lower lip. I can't kiss you senseless." He snickered.

Kurt threw a pillow at him as he hid his blushing face. "Shut up, I'm taking a shower." He said, standing up and getting the blanket, covering his body like a big human burrito.

"You're acting like a teenager Kurt!" Blaine teased a little bit more and Kurt whipped around, glared at him and slammed the door shut, making Blaine laugh endlessly.

They had breakfast and both were silently thanking the forgotten cake on the living room table for being the catalyst of an amazing New Year's Eve. As usual, most of their important talks happen over breakfast which is very weird for them both.

But it's just them.

"'New year, new beginning' huh?" Blaine said as Kurt told him his plan for the year. "I might just take that one up as well." He said.

"How?" Kurt asked curiously. Blaine winked at him.

"It's a surprise, I think." Blaine answered, a little unsure bit still not revealing anything. "So when are you off to the Big Apple?" He asked.

Kurt groaned, of course, work. "Next week." He said, hitting his forehead on the table and making Blaine flinch. Blaine hated it when Kurt does that, it feels like he's the one getting hurt. "I won't be seeing you for a month." Kurt whined. "Look what a week did to us!"

"Yeah, a week prompted me to give you the most amazing hand job you've ever had I your life." Blaine said nonchalantly, sipping his coffee. Kurt just rolled his eyes. "Imagine what a month could do." Blaine wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Stop it Blaine." Kurt said although he was trying to hide his smile behind his cup of coffee.

They finished their breakfast and planned a get-together with their friends, although Blaine was sure he'd be receiving a stern talking to by Wes for leaving him without a word. Blaine smiled thinking that this is not a bad way to start the New Year.

Now he was looking forward to a very eventful year.