"Did Kurt sign this?" Rachel asked laying the papers on the table.

"No, he said he had to leave," the receptionist responded trying really hard not to meet her gaze, but the woman didn't have to worry because Rachel had just caught sight of Kurt heading towards the office doors. 

"Kurt, you can't disappear now. We're in too deep!" she cried after him. She couldn't believe it. Where was he going now?

"Don't panic Rachel, Santana isn't going anywhere. I'll be back here in the morning," Kurt said impatiently without even looking over his shoulder at her. 

"Where are you going?"

"On a date," Kurt said with happiness filling his entire being.

"With the hooker?" Rachel asked in disbelief. She couldn't believe it, a date? What was he thinking, you don't need to dine and wine a working man like that. Heck, she wouldn't even let a man like Blaine leave her bedroom. Rachel would have him tied to her bed 24/7 if she had her own way.

"Be careful Rachel," Kurt warned turning to face her for the first time. Rachel stopped short at his cold tone. Just what was really going on here between Blaine and Kurt she wondered?

 ***

Kurt waited impatiently outside of the bedroom his breath short in anticipation. So much planning had gone into this evening. He wanted it to be perfect for Blaine. He wanted to give him something special, something that would make Blaine remember him for forever.

Blaine stared at himself in the mirror for one last time before he opened the door. His hands stroked the material of the expensive suit he had chosen for this evening, the brilliant red vest underneath bringing out the glow in his skin. It was a perfect match with his skin tone.

His eyes fell on the door behind him. He knew Kurt was waiting on the other side but he had to take this moment to contain his nerves. Tonight was going to be magical, he just knew it despite the fact that he had no idea what Kurt had planned for them. Blaine took one last deep breath and opened the door.

They both stared at each other in mutual appreciation for how hot the other looked.

"Do I look ok? Mm?" Blaine asked giving a little twirl and Kurt believed that if he wasn't careful he would start drooling. He was sure that Blaine was the most handsome man he had ever laid his eyes on.

"There's something missing," he noted trying to look concerned as he looked him up and down. He brought his hand to his chin and rubbed it thoughtfully. He didn't know whether he was being very convincing.

Blaine looked down at his clothes, "Well, nothin' else is gonna fit into this tux. I'll tell you that."

"Yes, I don't think I'll be able to get you out that outfit too quickly tonight," Kurt said his flirtatious tone bringing a blush to Blaine's cheeks.

"You can talk, look at your ensemble," Blaine flirted back. "I wouldn't be able to get that outfit off in a rush either, that would be a tall order." His cheeks flushed even deeper as he imagined himself trying to rip off Kurt's clothes.

Kurt glanced down at his body, "Ah yes, because of the layers."

"Because of the layers," Blaine said with a matter of fact nod of his head.

They stared at each other for a moment lost in the sweet banter and chemistry that existed between them. Finally, Blaine's attention went to the box that Kurt held and Kurt suddenly remembered his gift.

"There's something in this box that I wanted to give you. I... this week has been really special for me and I just wanted to give you something that you can always remember me by," he said his eyes never leaving Blaine's.

Blaine's eyebrows rose in surprise at Kurt's words, his curiosity piqued at what he had shared. He knew that such words from Kurt were not spoken very often and he felt honored that Kurt had chosen him to share them with.

Kurt held the box out slightly and opened the lid revealing a beautiful expensive watch. Blaine held his breath. He didn't know much about different watches but he could tell from the case and its appearance that it was something that he would usually only ever dream about having on his wrist.

Blaine reached out gingerly to touch it and Kurt quickly closed the lid down on his fingers. The box made a loud snap as its lid came crashing down and Blaine jumped a mile high. He squealed in laughter, the sound echoing around the hotel room and Kurt couldn't help but laugh at his reaction.

"So, where we going?" Blaine asked as they entered the lift. He slipped his arm into Kurt's as they descended to the ground floor.

"It's a surprise," Kurt told him still not ready to reveal what he had planned. He wanted it to be a surprise. Blaine nodded. He could trust Kurt and he could wait. Usually he wasn't a patient person but for Kurt, he could wait.

"If I forget to tell you later," Blaine said softly gazing into Kurt's eyes, "I had a really good time tonight."

Kurt met his adoring gaze and stared lovingly into the face that he was quickly realizing he didn't want to lose.

"Thank you."

They turned to face the front of the lift and Blaine was sure he caught a smile on Puck's face as he waited for the lift to reach the ground floor having eavesdropped on their conversation.

*** 

Blaine let Kurt guide him through the entrance of the theatre completely in awe of what Kurt had organized for their date. When he had woken up this morning there had been no way that he could have imagined that this was what Kurt had planned for them.

They had left the hotel strutting their stuff through the foyer knowing that every pair of eyes had been watching them. They had then taken a limousine which took them to the airport and then to his amazement, they had boarded a plane that had taken them all the way to the other side of the country to New York. They had wined and dined on the flight and now they were walking into a New York theatre to watch a musical. And not just any musical, it was Les Miserables.

"Hey, come here, you've got to look at this!" Blaine exclaimed as an usher guided them to their seats in their private box on the balcony.

"It's alright. I've already seen it," Kurt informed him seriously not wanting to get too close to the edge. Blaine only shook his head again.

"If you're afraid of heights why do you sit up here?" Blaine asked taking a seat beside him and taking hold of his arm again.

"Because they're the best!" Kurt explained giving him a smile. But Blaine had already been distracted by the small pair of binoculars in front of him.

"Oh! Look at these!" He exclaimed merrily. He reached down and picked them up and tried ever so intently to get a peek through their lenses.

"So, you said this is Les Miserables," Blaine asked as he continued to try to get his binoculars to work.

"Mhmm," Kurt said covering his mouth with one hand in amusement as he watched Blaine fumble with the binoculars. No matter how he tried, they kept swinging down and would not stay near his eyes. Finally with a soft whine Blaine turned to Kurt.

"These are broken. Mine are broken!" He sounded just like a child. Kurt maintaining his mature elegance and simply took them from him and flipped them over. 

"Don't worry, you'll enjoy it. The music is very powerful."

Blaine missed his words though, his attention jumping randomly as he watched the view below him. "There's the band!" he suddenly announced as he peered through his binoculars.

Kurt placed a hand on his arm drawing him back to the balcony and Kurt continued.

"People's reaction to musicals when they see them for the first time is dramatic. They either love them or they hate them. If they love them, they will always love them. If they don't ....they may learn to appreciate them, but it will never become part of their soul." Blaine stared longingly into Kurt's eyes not believing the poetry behind his words. In everyday life he was such a serious man but just then, he had exposed another completely different side to himself.

The music began and Blaine's head spun round to watch the spectacle that was about to be unleashed upon him. His face lit up in delight at the sound of the music. As the story continued Blaine became lost in its majesty, its power and its romance. It was overwhelming. It was too much because he could see himself on that stage, playing those parts, singing those songs and somewhere deep inside Blaine began to ache. Why had things gone so wrong for him? He should be up on that stage, singing those songs and performing those words. It was almost like this life had cheated him, but he guessed at least he had still found one amazing thing and he smiled to himself as his eyes briefly fell back on Kurt.

"Did you enjoy the musical, dear?" An old lady enquired who had been sitting next to them in another balcony box. 

"Oh, it was so good I almost peed my pants!" Blaine exclaimed without thinking.

"What?" The woman asked bringing a wrinkled hand to her mouth in shock.

"He said he like it better than Pirates of Penzance," Kurt responded quickly. Thank goodness he had the ability to respond swiftly in such instances. He watched Blaine leave the box, a huge grin all over his face. Blaine really did have an endearing childlike quality to him sometimes. It was irresistible.

*** 

Blaine brushed his hand through his soft curls one last time ensuring that everything was in place. He stopped for a moment sensing a difference in his very being. He eyes were alive, he cheeks full of colour, the lines on his skin curving upwards as he couldn't take the smile off his face. Blaine really wondered whether the person he now saw really was the same person that had looked back at him only five days earlier. 

The day had been one of the best days that Blaine had ever experienced. They had arrived back at the Beverly Wilshire in the early hours of the morning but it didn't matter, the long journey was worth it. The plane trip back had been filled with soft conversations, long cuddles and private jokes that could only be shared between lovers. To them it was as if no one else existed in the world. It was only the two of them now and that was all they needed.

Blaine gave himself one last satisfied smile knowing that Kurt was waiting for him in the bedroom. He hugged himself in happiness, he couldn't wait any longer he had to go to him.

Blaine left the bathroom and his eyes fell on Kurt immediately. He stopped and folded his arms across his body his eyes twinkling at the sight before him.

"He sleeps," Blaine whispered a soft smile on his face.

Blaine approached the bed slowly gazing at the sleeping man before him, his eyes drinking in the beautiful sight of Kurt's chiseled jawline, his broad shoulders, his strong Adam's apple, and his bare toned white chest. He looked like he was almost posing, modeling for a sexy underwear shoot while he slept in a sitting position, his head resting slightly to the right on the bed board behind him.

Blaine perched gently on the edge of the bed afraid that he would disturb him but Kurt was in a deep relaxed sleep and he didn't stir as Blaine's weight settled. Blaine couldn't take his eyes off him, his eyes now focusing on the finer details of Kurt's face. Blaine admired the soft sprinkle of freckles over his cheeks, his strong shapely nose and his thick hair that even in sleep still thought it had to be perfectly sculptured high above his head. And then his eyes fell on his lips, his soft, full and long closed lips that were just begging to be touched. Blaine kissed his index finger and slowly reached out towards Kurt placing his finger on them. He waited anxiously wondering whether his gentle gesture would be enough to wake Kurt, but he didn't notice sleep having carried him away where the gentle and safe touches of a lover could not disturb him.

Resistance was useless for Blaine now and he could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest as he knew what he had to do. Kurt was no longer a client. Kurt was somebody so much more to him. He meant more than anybody else he had ever met in his whole life and Blaine could feel his need, could feel the yearning inside of him as he stared at Kurt's mouth. Kurt's bottom lip twitched slightly as his eyes fluttered in midst of whatever it was he was dreaming and Blaine smiled fondly at the sight of it. It only emphasized and enforced Blaine's desire. He had to kiss him, for real this time.

Blaine swallowed deeply. It was something that he hadn't done for quite a while and all of a sudden, he was nervous. It was a huge step for him. It was a step that would bring down his last barriers to connecting with someone, to allow himself to be intimate with a person in the most intimate of ways. He leaned in slowly, ever so slowly, his eyes remaining open, afraid that now would be the time that Kurt would wake. He paused close but not close enough to touch, not quite ready to take that bold step and instead his lips found the high point of Kurt's cheek bone. He edged down slowly giving soft kisses along his cheek edging closer and closer until his lips finally, softly, grazed over Kurt's.

Blaine watched Kurt's eyes eagerly while his mouth rested on his lips. Amazingly Kurt still didn't stir. Feeling assured that he was sleeping Blaine gently placed more pressure behind his kiss and moved his bottom lip to rest under Kurt's bottom lip allowing it to almost enter his mouth. He eased away slightly pulling Kurt's lip gently in between his before letting it go, aiming to move to his upper lip next.

Kurt startled awake and Blaine pulled back suddenly afraid of how Kurt was going to react. Blaine really believed that his heart would explode as their eyes locked and he saw the love and passion that flooded to Kurt's eyes as he realized what Blaine had just done. Kurt's eyes flickered down to Blaine's lips and a new sense of passion overcame him. He hadn't been dreaming, Blaine's lips had been on his. And Kurt knew he had to return the gesture. He wanted Blaine, every single inch of him, in more ways than one. Kurt dived in his lips meeting with Blaine's with a hundred times more pressure than that Blaine had shown.

Their lips moved easily gliding against each other as if it was an act that they had been doing for years. It still wasn't enough for Kurt and he reached up cupping Blaine's face in his hands, his kiss more forceful and earnest telling him he wanted him and most importantly he wanted Blaine to give everything of himself back. Kurt eased his mouth open, gently finding his tongue and Blaine eagerly responded opening his mouth further more than willing now to allow Kurt's tongue to tease and explore his mouth.

Kurt eased one of his hands through Blaine's hair and gently encouraged him back onto the mattress wrapping his arms around him as they fell to the middle of the bed, Kurt's lips never leaving his. He leaned over straddling his body and placing his weight evenly over his chest as he ran a hand up and down Blaine's side. Blaine kissed him back. It was now Blaine's turn, his opportunity to really show what he was feeling and this time Blaine did not hold back.

They broke away for a moment their breaths excited and their chests rising heavily against each other and Kurt couldn't help but rock into Blaine with just enough pressure and force that Blaine had to close his eyes against the sensations that ran through him. He opened his eyes again and looked directly up at Kurt.

"I want you so bad," he whispered.

Kurt didn't answer he just nodded and lowered his hand to ease down Blaine's boxers. Blaine acted too his hands running straight down to the well fitted underwear that Kurt had on. His fingers eased under the waist band and he guided them down. They repositioned themselves enjoying the feeling now of their hot bodies completely naked against each other and Blaine had no idea why this time of all times, he suddenly felt vulnerable. But with another reassuring kiss from Kurt, the feeling quickly subsided. Their legs entwined and their bodies moved against each other before Kurt directed him onto his side where he pulled himself up behind Blaine. It was one of Kurt's favourite positions because in this way he could move freely inside of Blaine and still have complete freedom to touch him while their heads were directly beside each other.

This was making love Blaine realized and it was something that Blaine hadn't done for a long time. He had only fucked, fucked countless men and woman, but here was this man, this man who didn't care who he was, or what he had done. He only cared that he was Blaine and that he was there on that bed to be with him. Kurt's love was cleansing him, filling his soul with the passion and desire that could only be found when two hearts connected.

And the sex, well the sex was fucking amazing because only this amount of pleasure could be created when you truly loved someone. Kurt wrapped his arms tightly around Blaine before dropping his hand to stroke and caress him. Blaine was lost in it. He was being held and massaged as Kurt lay deep inside him, moving gently but powerfully until his body just ached from the pleasure. His ears melted from Kurt's soft words that he whispered, his hot breath tickling his skin.

Kurt's pace increased, his efforts extended, his breath shorter and his hold tighter, and Blaine could not stop his body spasm as Kurt found his spot. And for a short moment Blaine was nowhere but in the internal bliss of his orgasm. Slowly, he became aware again of Kurt's soft words, soothing him as he moaned bringing him back to the room and back into Kurt's arms.

"Do what ever you want," Blaine whispered as he gasped for breath. "I want you to be happy too."

"I am happy," Kurt responded, "I have what I want, I have you."

The bodies rubbed together with slick friction from their sweat as Kurt regained his rhythm once again, Blaine's body now completely submissive to Kurt's desires. He couldn't help the moans that escaped his body and he gasped as Kurt brought his teeth firmly onto his shoulder, biting him hard as Kurt felt himself come closer and closer. 

And when it was over they still couldn't let each other go. They lay in each other arms, Kurt still holding Blaine from behind their bodies safe and secure in the abundance of blankets that covered the bed. Blaine gently stroked Kurt's arms unable to stop himself from touching him. He couldn't believe that this was what he had been missing out on for so long, the true feeling of being loved, of being touched, of being cared for. Kurt had satisfied him more than anyone else he had ever been with in his life.

"I love you," Blaine said softly into the silence.

Kurt opened his eyes and managed to keep his body still as Blaine's words echoed around the room slowly fading away into silence, but they were the words that would echo within his soul for eternity.