July 2017

Kurt came home early from rehearsal one blisteringly hot summer New York City afternoon to hear music blaring from the open windows of the apartment he shared with Blaine. A heavy beat, a rhythmic bass – and trombones? Kurt couldn't quite place the song as it ended.

As he walked up the sidewalk toward their end of the block, he saw Sacha, their downstairs neighbor, lean his shirtless torso out the window, twist to look up at their window and bellow, “AGAIN!”

Blaine's voice yelled from the window, “WHAT, AGAIN?”

Sacha grinned, “THE LADY SAYS AGAIN!!!”

Kurt could hear Blaine's shrug and chuckle. “Ok. The lady says again.”

As Kurt struggled with the building's front door – the damn lock stuck whenever the weather was too hot, too cold, or on any given day ending in 'Y', but never when either of them remembered to bring the WD40 down – he heard the song restart. That infamous wah wah wah waaaaaaaah and his boyfriend's full throated wail

I've been really trying, baby,
tryin' to hold back this feeling for so long
and if you feel like I feel, baby,
come on, OHHHHHH, come on
let's get it on

After many a Warbler practice, many a show – many a private concert – Kurt could picture Blaine's body as he sang this – knees folding slightly as he hit the higher notes, hips circling sinuously as he relaxed, smoothly spinning in his most seductive Soulman moves – knew that he threw his arms wide and his head back as he nearly screamed the OHHHH –

Kurt's long legs to the stairs 3 at a time.

In the stairway, he could hear Blaine effortlessly switching from that low growling chest voice to his more breathless head voice – the ease at which he moved between the two was just damn sexy.

Really, everything about Blaine right now was just damn sexy.

Kurt's fingers fumbled with the keys at their front door, knew he was missing Blaine with his arms raised slightly over his head, snapping his fingers, hips swaying in time – damn these keys – finally made it in to their kitchen to find Blaine with his back to the door. Ostensibly, Blaine was doing the dishes, but obviously taking some dance breaks to sing along with the cd at the top of his voice. In his underwear. But such nice little tight black underwear Kurt couldn't even laugh.

He snuck up behind Blaine, wrapped his arms around Blaine's back to grip his chest muscles tightly – Blaine started in surprise, but leaned his head back against Kurt's shoulder as they harmonized on I love you

There's nothing wrong
with me loving you,

Blaine spun in Kurt's arms with a smile to plant a quick kiss before continuing

giving yourself to me
could never be wrong
if this love is true

Kurt's patented shimmy brought all sorts of interesting body parts in contact in very interesting ways and Blaine faltered on the words as their bodies moved together. Kurt picked up the other part – 'what most people don't realize,' Kurt had said another day, 'is that this is two men singing, just listen! They're singing to each other It's practically a gay anthem!'

Let me love you don't you know how sweet let me love you and wonderful life let me love you could be Let me love you
I am asking you baby Let me love you to get it on with me Let me love you

They continued their duet, Kurt murmuring his lines into Blaine's skin. Kurt took the higher soaring line while Blaine growled the lower parts.

I know you know what I'm dreaming of
Don't you baby
My body wants you
My whole body wants your love
my body wants you
I ain't gonna worry
I ain't gonna push
I won't push you baby

Blaine steered them across their tiny kitchen, into their tiny living room crammed with a couch and a small table – the air was hot and thick and still. As they sang, the sweat on Kurt's back soaked through his shirt under Blaine's hand. The sweat on Blaine's face looked delectable on his bronzed skin, was delectable as Kurt stopped his harmonies long enough to suck just below Blaine's ear.

They continued to dance, singing and grinding through the rest of the song.

“Does this count as dirty dancing?” Blaine whispered as the percussion ended

“I hope not, because Spaghetti arms!” Kurt giggled.

“And you're Jennifer Grey?” Blaine giggled back.

“Yes. Well. I guess. Since you're leading currently...” Kurt sniffed. “You know – I didn't know this song until you put it on that CD for me back in college.”

“Well, I'm always happy to have broadened your horizons,” Blaine purred, his voice rumbling. “Is there anything else I can elucidate for you?”

Kurt dove for Blaine's lips.

Things were about to progress nicely for all concerned when they heard Sacha's bellow from below. “AGAIN!”

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other, shrugged and said in unison “the lady says again” before chuckling. As Blaine moved to the CD player again, they heard Sacha laughing out his window, “YOU GUYS! AGAIN! PLEEEEEEEASE!”

Blaine laughed, shouting out the window, “any other requests?"

From across the street they heard “SAM COOKE!”, from the building next door “BARRY WHITE!” and faintly from up the block “FREEBIRD!”

Sometimes Kurt really loved New York.