Later that evening Blaine searched for Kurt in his hotel room.

"Kurt?" he called as he wandered through the many rooms of Kurt's suite. He had decided to quickly freshen up after they had returned to the hotel and he had only been away for a few minutes, and in that small amount of time, Kurt had already managed to disappear. Blaine made his way over to the balcony and spied Kurt's quiet frame hiding in the shadows. "Kurt! You said you never come out here," Blaine stated coming to a stop before him with his hands on his hips.

"Well, I'm only half way out," Kurt replied with a soft smile. Blaine stopped and reconsidered his approach sensing that Kurt was hurting. While he had been so strong and determined in the meeting, on the journey home he had been quiet and withdrawn. Blaine did not like seeing him like this.

"You didn't say much in the car on the way home. You thinking about dinner?" Blaine asked knowing that it was a stupid question. Kurt didn't answer and Blaine caught the slight dip of his head in confirmation. He took it as his invitation to broach the subject and share his own opinions of the evening's events. He backed up over to the stone balcony and scooted himself up to take a seat.

"Mrs. Lopez was a maniac," Blaine reviewed while he swiveled his butt on the stone balcony wall to get comfortable. "You know, she's in trouble, you want her magazine but she doesn't want to let it go..."

"Thanks for the recap," Kurt stated with a slight tinge of sarcasm in his voice. Blaine ignored it because he knew what was really bothering Kurt. He knew what was burying under his skin and making him not sleep at night.

"Problem is," Blaine said unafraid of hitting the nail on the head. "I think you like Mrs. Lopez."

Kurt ignored the obvious statement and decided to focus on Blaine instead. He did not like the fact that he was perched so precariously high on the ledge with nothing to catch him if he fell.

"What I would like, is for you to get down," Kurt informed him in a worried tone. "You're making me very nervous, please, come down."

Blaine saw his opportunity to try and put a smile back on Kurt's face. He squeezed his legs under the railing to gain extra support and started to lean back, his hands lifting up to beside his head.

"Am I making you nervous?" Blaine asked slyly leaning back even further. "How about if I just lean back... just a little.... like this. Would you rescue me if I fell?"

"Blaine! I'm serious, get down!" Kurt couldn't handle it any longer and he had to look away. "I'm not looking."

Blaine was laughing now. He held his hands above his head and waved them manically while he spoke. "It's really high look! No hands, no hands." Kurt turned his body away, really unable to bring himself to watch Blaine's reckless actions. Deep down though he could feel the jealousy resurface again at Blaine's carefree disposition.

"Ok! Alright!" Blaine exclaimed seeing Kurt's horrified face. He had even brought his hand to his face to cover his eyes. Blaine brought himself back to a sitting position and Kurt having seen him return to safety out of the corner of his eye, decided that maybe he should answer Blaine's original question. He was willing to do anything to distract him from trying to throw himself off the side of the building.

"The truth is," Kurt began, "it is really irrelevant whether I like this woman or not. I will not let myself become emotionally involved in business.

"I know," Blaine agreed with him, a serious look falling over his face. "Sam is always saying to me, don't get emotional when you're turning tricks, that's why no kissing, it's too personal." Kurt watched him as he continued to speak. "It's like what you're saying. You stay numb, you don't get involved. When I'm with a guy, I'm like a robot, I just do it...." Blaine confessed and then he realized what he had just said. "I mean, except with you!"

"Of course, not with me," Kurt said with a laugh not feeling one bit insulted by what Blaine had said, and far more amused by the worried look on his face instead.

Blaine shifted uncomfortably, not because he had just said something bad to Kurt, but because he suddenly realized that last night, he hadn't felt like his usual robotic self....he had actually enjoyed himself, he had actually gotten into it and unlike on many other occasions, he hadn't had to fake the orgasm he had had when Kurt had gone down on him.

Kurt smiled humorously up at Blaine and watched as a soft wind blew in his hair that was already starting to fight against the gel he had put in earlier.

"You and I are such similar creatures, Blaine," Kurt said philosophically, "we both screw people for money."

Blaine decided to let that one slide. He often heard snide remarks from his clients but Kurt hadn't just insulted him, he had also insulted himself. He hugged his body against a sudden chilly breeze that had reached the balcony and his thoughts suddenly fell on another conversation from earlier in the evening.

"I'm sorry to hear about your dad," he said his face filling with sadness. "When did he die?"

"Last month."

It was such a pained and hurt filled response that Blaine ached. "Do you miss him? It's just....I couldn't imagine having such an empty feeling like that." They stared at each other, so many silent messages flying between the two of them.

"I hadn't spoken to him in fourteen and half years. I wasn't there when he died," Kurt explained hoping that his voice wasn't going to choke up. He didn't want to lose his composure in front of Blaine. He hadn't broken down in front of anyone, for a long time, and he wasn't going to do it in front of someone he had known for a little over a day. 

"Do you want to talk about this?" Blaine asked sensing Kurt's internal battle.

"No." Kurt replied thankful for Blaine's intuition.

"I tell you what, I've got an idea."

Blaine jumped down, his mood suddenly becoming light again as he believed that he had thought of the best way to enjoy the rest of the evening. He squatted down in front of Kurt and stared up into his eyes. "Let's watch old movies all night. We'll just veg out in front of the TV." He couldn't think of anything better to do, lying on the floor with lots of pillows, food and movies, wrapped up in Kurt's arms. It was a strange thing to do with a client but the whole idea sounded wonderful and when the movie finished, he was sure he could think of many other wonderful things that they could do together. 

"Veg out?" Kurt asked. He didn't believe that he had ever ‘vegged' out before. His life didn't consist of vegging out... he always had too much work to do.

"Yeah, be still like vegetables. Lay like broccoli!" Blaine said his eyes sparkling in the evening light.

"Like your hair?" Kurt asked with a short laugh. He reached out and gently touched one of Blaine's curls that had broken free and Blaine couldn't help but laugh along with him. Yeah, he could see the comparison. He was surprised actually that no one had ever said that to him before.

The joy was short lived though and the frown quickly returned to Kurt's face. "I tell you what," he said softly stroking Blaine's jawline. "I'll be back." He rose to his feet and Blaine joined him. He was shocked at the sudden shift in Kurt's mood and he quickly reran the conversation back inside his head. Yes, he was sure he hadn't said anything to upset or offend him.

"Where are you going?" Blaine asked after him not wanting to be left alone.

"I'm going downstairs for a while," and with that Kurt left, walking across the room and out the door without uttering another word. Blaine watched after him longing to run and chase after the solitary figure but it was futile, Kurt needed to be alone right now. He needed time to think.

Blaine hugged himself once more and returned to the lounge. He wished he could know everything that was bothering Kurt, he would do anything to release that anguish. Blaine shook his head feeling profoundly confused. He didn't know why he was beginning to feel so tied to Kurt.

He decided to ignore the confused and conflicting emotions inside of him and chose another movie from the hotel's children's movie line. He was such a sucker for all the good old Disney movies, he really was. 

Several hours and two movies later, Blaine rolled over and pushed himself up off the floor. Kurt still hadn't returned and Blaine really was unable to handle the loneliness that was pulling him under and attempting to drown him. He shook off the bad feelings, ran a hand through his curls that he had washed free of the gel and decided to call the front desk to see if anyone else knew where Kurt was.

The lift door slid quietly open and Puck placed a reassuring hand on Blaine's arm. They both quickly looked around the foyer checking to ensure that there were no other guests who were going to see Blaine wrapped in only his white robe. Fortunately for them, many of the other guests in the hotel preferred to sleep at night and at that moment there were only a few aimless souls scattered in the hotel's bar and lobby.

They entered the ballroom and instantly a haunting music reached Blaine's ears. He stopped short as his eyes fell on the distant figure sitting at the piano of the stage. Even in music, Kurt was serious and solemn, his body poised over the keys, his head swaying lost in the music. And then, Blaine's jaw dropped as Kurt opened his mouth and started to sing the words to ‘Defying Gravity'. He would never have guessed Kurt could sing so beautifully and so high, he could only wish that he could hit those notes. Blaine stood and listened until Kurt completed the entire song and it was only then that he realized that Puck had left him long ago. He slowly approached the stage.

"I didn't know that you played and sang," Blaine said, the amazement thick in his words.

"I only play for strangers." And Blaine wanted badly to remind him that really, he was still a stranger.

"I was getting lonely up stairs, all by myself," Blaine told him sadly. He quickly took a step up onto the stage and leant against the edge of piano, his arms resting on top of the instrument.

Kurt stared up at Blaine and Blaine saw the pain and loneliness written all over his face. The look shifted though as the same need that Blaine saw the night before returned. Kurt's eyes drank Blaine in and Blaine's heart flipped again in excited anticipation.

"Gentleman, would you mind leaving us please?" Kurt asked to the room and Blaine startled. He had been so absorbed in Kurt it had only been when Kurt had addressed them that he had seen the other workers and cleaners going about their jobs. Without a word, they all stood leaving their jobs behind or taking them with them.

Finally, the door swung shut and they were all alone. Blaine was sure that Kurt would be able to hear his heart beating in his throat, all he wanted was to have Kurt's hands all over his body.

"People always do what you tell them to do?" he asked trying to keep his voice steady as he filled with excitement.

Kurt didn't answer but reached out and placed his hand on Blaine's waist pulling him towards him. He slid across the side of the piano easily, his robe gliding over the polished wooden surface. He could feel the heat from Kurt's hand through the material and Blaine wondered if he would look too desperate if he just ripped off his robe right then and there. Kurt squeezed his side gently and raised his other hand to hold Blaine's side.

Kurt was tired beyond words. He lowered his head and rested it on Blaine's covered stomach breathing in the fragrant smell of the material and provocatively, he found a hint of Blaine's scent as well. Blaine had showered since he had returned home, and as his sweet smell filled Kurt's nostrils, he suddenly wanted nothing more than to taste his soft smooth skin.

Blaine reached out and stroked Kurt's hair unsure of whether he should say anything at all but wanting to say everything in the world to Kurt to let him know that no matter what, he was there for him. It was becoming ever so evident that Kurt was a complex man with many layers.

Kurt suddenly raised his head and gazed at the robe chord in front of him. He knew what he needed again, plain and simple, he wanted Blaine. He wanted his skin, his muscles, his chest, his hands, his arms and by god, those sexy fucking eyes of his too.

He reached up and pulled the robe open. It came undone easily and it opened revealing Blaine's gorgeous tight abs and smooth skin. The only clothes he wore underneath were his boxers and Kurt felt himself harden at the sight of the gorgeous man in front of him. His hands ran purposefully over his skin, down his chest, over his stomach and stopping only briefly at his belly button. He quickly rose to his feet gazing Blaine fiercely in the eyes.

"I guess so," Blaine said his heart still in his throat as he answered his own question that seemed to be lost in time now.

With surprising strength Kurt pushed Blaine back against the piano, his body firmly pressed against his. "Get up there," he whispered passionately his eyes burning feverishly. Blaine didn't argue and easily jumped up so he was now sitting on top of the piano. Yesterday, he had been pulling the strings but tonight he was more than happy to have Kurt be in charge.

Kurt reached up and ran a hand through Blaine's loose curls suddenly wanting more than anything to kiss him. He wanted to feel those soft full lips on Blaine's, wanted to open his mouth against Blaine's, wanted to feel his soft wet tongue against Blaine's. It was too much, he wanted so much and tried earnestly to pull Blaine's head towards his. He had lied yesterday because Kurt actually really did like to kiss. He liked to kiss a lot. He liked the passion that could be found there, he liked the intimacy, he liked the tenderness. His lips came apart in anticipation.

Blaine however pulled away. No! He couldn't do this! He couldn't become emotionally involved....although he knew that he already was...way too much involved! Sam's savvy streetwise guidance blasted through his head again and instead of leaning in, Blaine leaned around, having to attempt twice to manoeuvre out of Kurt's challenge to kiss him. With a wide swing and a quick duck, Blaine found Kurt's neck instead and placed a soft kiss on his skin, his tongue gracefully sliding over his flesh.

Kurt didn't miss a beat unperturbed that Blaine wouldn't let him kiss him because for now, he had everything else and he decided that his other needs could come first tonight. He roughly spread Blaine's legs apart and scooted Blaine closer until Kurt could feel Blaine's crotch against his chest. The feel of him was mind blowing.

If Blaine wasn't going to let him kiss his lips, then he was going to happily spread his kisses over every inch of the bare chest in front of him. He lowered his head delivering several kisses on Blaine's stomach allowing his tongue to lick and swirl in wet traces as he went. He found a nipple and ever so gently teased its sensitive skin feeling Blaine shudder in delight beneath him.