The sofa was never really in contention, in fact, it didn't even get a passing look. There was only one place where they were headed and that was Kurt's bedroom. But they weren't hurried or in a panicked, frenzied rush, they just walked with steadfast purpose each taking more sips of their wine as they went, Kurt's finger's looping through Blaine's as he took the lead to guide Blaine around the furniture in the dark apartment.

They paused in Kurt's doorframe and Blaine polished off his glass, his hand starting to sway only slightly from the alcohol as he refilled both of their glasses for the last time. The bottle now empty, Kurt took it from Blaine and dropped it into the trash can that was located near his door.

Kurt moved first. He leaned in, wrapping his free hand around Blaine's waist and drew him close. "Do you know how many times over the past five months I've dreamt and fantasized about pulling your ass into my room?" he whispered heatedly into Blaine's ear.

Blaine's eyes darkened, his pupils dilating. He swung Kurt round roughly with one hand and pushed him forcefully against the wall, the shock of the movement knocking the air out of Kurt's lungs and causing him to grapple for his glass as it nearly flew straight out of his fingers. Wine slopped onto the floor and probably onto his clothes and shoes too, but Kurt didn't care, it was hot, the lust in Blaine's eyes was hot, the way his chest rose heavily was hot, fuck, everything about Blaine was hot.

"Don't worry, the feelings mutual," Blaine returned hungrily. He stepped up and pinned Kurt against the wall with his body weight, so firmly that Kurt could feel every single inch of Blaine, and he meant every single, delightful, inch.

Their eyes locked, and then, for the first time since they had reentered the apartment their lips met, the realization of what they were going to do fueling the lust that had reignited in both of them. This was not a romantic kiss that promised a long fulfilling life together, this was a kiss that only had sex in mind, a kiss that only promised a night of mind blowing fucking that was sure to leave them both wrecked by the end of it.

Blaine's hands roamed over Kurt's body as he pushed him harder against the wall. "Fuck, I want you so bad," he muttered mouthing over Kurt's neck before he found his ear and nibbled on his lobe.

Kurt giggled as Blaine found his ticklish spot. He closed his eyes and let himself go with Blaine's movements, his head swirling from the wine he had drunk. He brought his free hand up and around the back of Blaine's neck to hold him closer. Man, he wanted all of him tonight. He wanted every single last piece of Blaine and as their lips parted briefly, Kurt came to the decision that it was certainly time for them to get rid of their drinks.

He slid along the wall freeing himself from Blaine's grasp, and without another word, walked across the room to the side of his bed where he could place his glass on his bedside dresser. He signaled once with a flick of his head for Blaine to do the same.

"Oh, well, if you insist," Blaine spoke slyly.

He sauntered closer, his eyes never leaving Kurt's but he kept his glass and instead, gave Kurt a forceful shove backwards towards the bed. His knees buckled as the mattress struck the back of his legs and he went down hard. Fuck! He loved dominant I-want-to-fuck-you-senseless-Blaine. Tonight was going to be fantastic.

Kurt scooted himself over the covers that Blaine had haphazardly thrown over the bed that morning and watched Blaine take another sip of his drink. He kept the glass in his hand, smiling coyly as he knelt up onto the mattress and straddled Kurt's legs.

"Would you get rid of that glass?" Kurt asked his eyes narrowing.

Blaine looked at it innocently, "I'm not usually a person who likes to waste good wine by just gulping it down."

He wasn't fooling anyone.

"Bullshit!" Kurt laughed and he sat up impatiently. He tilted his head close to the glass and parted his lips. "Allow me," he spoke huskily.

Blaine obliged, settled into Kurt's lap and gently brought the glass to Kurt's mouth, his free hand coming to rest at the back of Kurt's neck to support his head. Kurt swallowed the rest of its contents, half a glass of wine disappearing quickly into his mouth.

Blaine pounced, one hand throwing the used glass over his shoulder where it shattered nosily on the wooden floor, the other holding Kurt under the jaw to guide Kurt's mouth to his before Kurt could finish swallowing the rest of the wine. Blaine was forceful, cupping Kurt's face in his hands urging his lips apart, drops of wine trickling down Kurt's chin as he passionately kissed back. Blaine rocked into him and Kurt moaned sending even more drops of wine down his neck. It didn't stay there long. Blaine's tongue quickly found them, licking and sucking any traces of the drink off his skin. He lowered himself further and more heavily into Kurt's lap and rocked gently.

"Fuck!" Kurt cried, gasping for air as Blaine continued to grind sensually into him. It was one of the hottest things he had ever done. It was taunting and sensual, his hips moving with a fluid and steady rhythm, and all Kurt could picture in his head, was Blaine's pelvis gyrating back and forth like it did when he teased his audience on stage. Kurt could feel Blaine through his trousers and oh boy, did he just want to get their clothes off. "Undress me," Kurt begged, bestowing more kisses on Blaine's face as he spoke.

Blaine responded with a quick peck on his nose, his hands coming up to Kurt's chest. His waistcoat was quickly removed, shoes were hurriedly kicked off and socks were flung intermittently across the room. Their hands wandered with more intent, loosening each other's clothes so they could familiarize themselves with a curve of a butt cheek under jeans, the soft smooth feel of skin on a stomach under a shirt, or the ticklish spot on a pair of ribs. They smiled giddily to each other, the smell of each other's cologne intoxicating them further.

Blaine pushed Kurt back down onto the bed. "Fuck you feel so good!" he gasped, tugging at Kurt's shirt and pushing it up his chest. He smiled at Kurt's bare chest. It looked just how he remembered; soft, smooth and with the faintest hint of hair. He kissed Kurt's bellybutton and trailed his tongue gently up his body as he went, leaning to the side slightly as he got higher so his right hand could roam more freely. Too freely for his fingers trailed lower and lower, and straight to Kurt's crotch. He deepened his kiss and cupped Kurt through his tight trousers and began to rub over him.

Kurt moaned. He couldn't handle it anymore. He just wanted Blaine, he wanted all of him. He grabbed Blaine under the shoulders and pulled him back up so they could kiss again, his legs swinging around his waist and trapping Blaine against him.

Blaine murmured pleasingly as Kurt's fingers trailed softly over his butt cheeks, unable to go further due the position that they were lying in. But Kurt wanted to go lower, lower and lower to explore Blaine just as much as Blaine had explored him and his mind continued to wander as they rubbed against one another, checking off all the things that he was going to do to pleasure Blaine that evening.

But then, all of a sudden and most unexpectedly, Blaine pulled away.

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" he cried pushing himself up and supporting himself with his hands. He was just inches from Kurt's face.

"What! What's wrong?" Still flat on his back, Kurt looked around befuddled wondering just what on Earth had happened to scare Blaine in such a manner. "What happened?"

"I, I, I just made a decision," Blaine said quickly catching his breath.

Kurt frowned. "What do you mean you just made a decision? What decision?"

Blaine moved his hands back, unwrapped Kurt's legs from around his body and sat down on his knees. Kurt shuddered involuntarily against the loss of Blaine's body heat.

"I think we should slow down, you know, because technically this is our first date."

Confused even more by Blaine's unprecedented behavior, Kurt pushed himself up slightly and rested on his elbows. "Blaine? What's going on?" He looked around exasperated. "Technically, it doesn't matter. We don't need to take it slowly in that sense. We've done it before. Twice I might add!"

"But that was just random, mindless fucking," Blaine responded heatedly. "This was a date, our official first date." Blaine sat on his haunches and rested his hands on his thighs.

"Shit," Kurt sighed and he pushed himself up into a sitting position. "I knew I shouldn't have told you what happened to me." He crossed his hands over his chest. "It's alright Blaine. You don't have to think that you have to take it slowly, that I'm too sensitive or too vulnerable. Come on, we're two grown men here, and seriously, I was just really turned on." He glanced down at his crotch for added emphasis.

"No, no, no, it's not about what you told me. Well, some of it is that," Blaine stopped, flustered and unable to articulate just what he wanted to say. He looked around wildly for something to help him.

Kurt swallowed deeply and pulled his legs up to his body, and it was only then when Kurt's body wasn't splayed out seductively before him, that Blaine finally found the words that he wanted to use. "It's just that I've gotten wasted and fucked a dozen men in the past couple of months."

"Not exactly what I want to hear right now," Kurt said flatly trying not to look away. He scooted himself backwards and leaned against the back of his bed increasing the distance between them. "You really have a way with words sometimes, you know that right?"

"No, shit, I..." Blaine threw his hands in the air. "It's just that none of those men, none of the sex meant a thing, Kurt. I don't want this," he pointed back and forth between the two of them, "to mean nothing."

The wind blew Kurt's curtain allowing the rays of the single streetlight outside Kurt's window to capture the earnest expression in Blaine's eyes as he leaned forward. "The next time we get intimate, Kurt, it's going to mean something."

Kurt laughed. "Weren't we just getting intimate? You just had your hand on my dick, Blaine."

"You know what I mean. I'm talking about the next time we have sex," Blaine edged back towards him on his hands and knees. "I want it to be more than just sex."

Blaine stopped and sat on his knees again, begging Kurt with his eyes to understand. Rock star Blaine that had just been provocatively ravishing him into the mattress had disappeared, and Kurt could see it, the lonely vulnerable man that he had only witnessed on one or two occasions had reappeared.

"Trust me Blaine," Kurt began still dumbfounded that Blaine had taken this turn. "Our first date meant something, everything that you did tonight, our conversations, your soft touches, it all meant something. It's okay."

It wasn't enough to satisfy Blaine. "Yesterday you said that you wanted more, you wanted the relationship not just the fleeting now and then sex, and after hearing everything that you said tonight, I want to do right by you Kurt. I want to give you more."

There was a long silent pause while Blaine watched Kurt anxiously. It was definitely surprising and not what Kurt had expected. He pondered over what he had just heard, and to Blaine's amazement, a disbelieving smile came to Kurt's lips.

"I can't believe Blaine Anderson, sex god rock star, is actually telling me that he doesn't want to have sex with me?" He crossed his arms with feigned disgust, "The guy who has probably slept with more men in the past five months than I have in my entire life? I don't know whether to be flattered or insulted."

"Be flattered Kurt," Blaine grumbled. "Be very flattered." He pushed Kurt's legs down so they lay flat and swung his leg over so he could straddle Kurt once again. "Because unlike every other guy I've slept with I want to know what makes you hot," Blaine lay a finger on Kurt's chest, "and what turns you on," he trailed his finger down Kurt's ribs, "and," Blaine slowly grinded against him, "what drives you crazy."

"Hmm, yes," Kurt smiled trying to keep his cool because what Blaine had just done had just awoken his body again. "This is definitely back on track and it can work. Keep going," he smiled still not really taking Blaine's words seriously.

Blaine sank down balancing his weight evenly over his legs and Kurt's abdomen, and Kurt's hands came up to hold onto Blaine's sides, the pressure on his body warm and comfortable again.

"There's nothing more in the world that I want," Blaine spoke huskily daring to put another soft peck on Kurt's lips, "than to make love to you. But I meant what I said. I want to learn what makes you happy, what makes your body quiver and what makes you beg for more before we even consider going there again."

There was just a hint of a smile before Blaine lowered his lips back down on Kurt's for a deeper kiss. He brought his hands to rest on the back of Kurt's bed and used it to pull himself only closer and more heavily into Kurt.

"You know your argument is not very convincing when you do that," Kurt groaned. "Is this some kind of Blaine Anderson torture technique?" he asked sarcastically finding himself pinned against the back board of his bed. Kurt laughed disparagingly as his bed creaked with another one of Blaine's more energetic grinds, and he didn't believe for one moment that Blaine really wanted to take it slow after that. He gamely reached for the buckle on Blaine's belt, but then getting a better idea, he gave one quick strong shove on Blaine's chest as Blaine rolled his hips away. Shocked by the sudden, forceful push, Blaine fell straight back only to be pushed again while he was off balance.

Surprised to say the least, he looked down the bed at Kurt, his head now at the other end. "What did you do that for?"

"So I could do this," Kurt answered saucily. He clambered onto his hands and knees and slowly crawled up Blaine's body, his mouth tugging on different parts of Blaine's clothing. "I've told you already, Blaine," Kurt spoke with a raspy edge to his voice. "I don't care if it's officially our first date, I know what I want and I want you." He glanced up to see Blaine looking down at him his head propped up slightly with his hand. "You've promised me more than just the great awesome sex. You've promised me dates and the chance of a relationship." Unable to stop himself, Blaine wrapped his legs around Kurt's waist pinning him against his body. "I'm not afraid to admit that you have successfully seduced me."

Their lips met heatedly and their bodies melded together and neither could stop the soft gentle murmurings of pleasure that escaped both of their mouths. They broke away and Kurt eyed Blaine viciously. It was Blaine who managed to speak first though.

"I'm trying to do the right thing here Kurt and be romantic, but it doesn't help when you're rubbing your crotch against me like that," Blaine griped as Kurt rolled against him again.

"There was nothing romantic about what you just did before, trapping me against my bed like that," Kurt chided him playfully. Kurt squeezed his hand underneath the small of Blaine's back and slid his hand down so he could squeeze one of Blaine's butt cheeks again.

It was Blaine's turn to groan and it was the most beautiful sound Kurt had heard all evening. Here he was, the forceful, dominant and assertive man of the bedroom trying to be romantic, but instead, the only thing he was accomplishing now was turning into absolute putty in Kurt's hands.

"It's so good to see that I can be so persuasive," Kurt mumbled against Blaine's lips, forever continuing to gently glide over him ensuring just the amount of pressure to keep Blaine panting for more. "I want you Blaine. I want you inside of me. I want to feel you thrusting in and out of me, I want my body to jolt forward each and..."

"Oh, my fucking god!" Blaine reached up and rolled their bodies over enjoying the way Kurt parted his legs slightly so they slid even more comfortably together. They continued to roll and once again Kurt was back on top both of them vying for who was going to be in control for the evening.

They stopped after several moments and gazed at each other, both of them actually missing the sound of their giggles that had filled the room as they had playfully wrestled.

"You're so amazing Kurt," Blaine whispered suddenly and seriously. "You know that, right? I really want to know everything about you." Blaine stroked Kurt's face and kissed him again. "And I hope you really do want to know everything about me," he added when he pulled away.

Kurt paused and looked into Blaine's eyes. It dawned on him then, really struck home what was going on, of just what Blaine wanted. Yes, he was trying to romance Kurt, but he wasn't doing it because he thought that Kurt needed it. He was doing it because Blaine needed it. Blaine wanted and needed the romance. Underneath that tough outer layer of bravado that Blaine had been portraying all this time was a person who just wanted to be loved, who wanted to have someone know him, who wanted to have someone understand him. But most of all, he wanted someone to love him for who he really was.

Kurt gently stroked Blaine's face, and when he spoke, he tone was assertive but at the same time tender, "We can do whatever you want Blaine. I was just being stupidly horny," he chuckled but then his voice turned serious again. "If you want to take it slow we can take it slow because I'll tell you what, lying in your arms and doing nothing else all night will still be one of the best nights of my life."

"Only one of the best?" Blaine frowned but inside, his mind had just exploded happily. "Now it's my turn to not know whether to feel flattered or insulted," he joked.

"Flattered," Kurt informed him huskily, his voice dropping. "And it will only be one of the best because no matter what, I can't discard the other two nights we shared together." Kurt brought his lips to Blaine's and kissed him lightly. "They were both extraordinary," he breathed.

They paused again, their eyes locking and that same feeling of certainty that Kurt had felt when he had kissed Blaine's at the private get-together flooded through him. He swept up and kissed Blaine fervently, holding onto him tightly and drawing his body closer again. His hands found their way under Blaine's shirt before they slid down and around to hold him at the small of his back. Finally however, knowing that Blaine wanted to take it slow, (although Kurt really couldn't see it happening), he pulled his lips away.

"So, Blaine," Kurt began slowly, his hands continuing to stroke over Blaine's back as he spoke, "if we're really going to be two grown men who are going to ignore that we have desires, sexual desires," he teased passionately, "just how do you intend to stop us from going all the way? How are you going to continue to romance me?"

Blaine lent down and their lips met again. "Hmmm. Don't worry, Kurt," he murmured. "I never said anything about ignoring our sexual desires and my plans for this evening still involve us satisfying each other." Blaine lowered his hands towards Kurt's shirt and its buttons. "Like I said before, I want to get to know you, and by the end of tonight, I might not have fucked you but I will definitely know what gets you off."

A shot of heat flooded through Kurt's body. "Fuck, you're not going to make this easy, are you?" he groaned.

Blaine chuckled mischievously against his skin. "Been a long time again has it?" he teased pulling Kurt's arms free from his shirt.

"You have no idea," Kurt sighed wryly.

"Well," Blaine said just before he dared to nibble on the skin on Kurt's collarbone, "I'll make sure I'll see to that tonight."

"Really not making this easy, Blaine," Kurt muttered.

"Oh, I never said it was going to be easy," Blaine laughed and he gave Kurt a wicked grin. "Because more than ever, all I want to do is to whip you over and sink my cock into your ass."

"Fuck, Blaine!" Kurt gasped in surprise, tightening his grip around Blaine's waist.

Blaine's eyes twinkled delightedly, "I'll start making a list. So, that's a yes to dirty talk?" He guided Kurt's hands back to his belt buckle. "You started on this earlier, don't think I didn't know," he quipped. Kurt quickly worked the buckle free as Blaine pulled his black shirt up and over his shoulders. He brought himself down, half on Kurt and half on the blanket, his fingers walking over Kurt's chest, stopping only when they reached a nipple to tickle and tweak it before moving on.

Blaine's fingers continued down Kurt's chest and began to undo his trousers, their lips constantly meeting until Blaine's hand found its way inside. He rubbed over the thin material of Kurt's briefs. Kurt groaned and closed his eyes.

"Fuck me!" he gasped.

Blaine caught his gaze piercingly, "Not yet Kurt, not yet."

The night proceeded slowly. On the one hand Kurt believed it to be pure torture, but on the other, it was absolute pure heaven. They lost themselves in each other for hours, both naked and wrapped in each other's arms, kissing slowly and languidly, massaging and exploring every inch of each other's body. They both took turns testing, discovering likes and dislikes, working their bodies closer and closer until they needed some kind of release.

But it wasn't until the early hours of the morning that they got the release they needed when Blaine, lying on his side, slowly rocked into Kurt's mouth withering and panting, his fingers swirling through Kurt's hair. Blaine removed his hand, clasping Kurt's that had been gently kneading and caressing every inch of his skin and gently twisted it around to guide it to just where he wanted it to go.

"Touch me, Kurt," he whispered, "because if I'm right from your comment that you made earlier this evening when you told me your story, you like it both ways too."

Blaine had been right, very right indeed, so Kurt touched him, his fingers slick with the lube that he retrieved from the top draw of his dresser. It didn't take long for Blaine to lose it after that, Kurt's fingers pulsing deep inside of him after having worked past his cheeks and muscles clenched tightly from pleasure.

Kurt's tongue swirled, saliva dribbling down his chin and his jaw aching but he refused to stop only intent on satisfying Blaine. He angled his head back and Blaine slid deeper and further into Kurt's mouth and throat, Kurt urging him all the way, his throat constricting at the feeling for a moment but then relaxing. With his head tilted back, their eyes locked for the briefest of moments and Blaine saw it all there, Kurt urging and wanting Blaine to enjoy himself. And with his guidance, Blaine began to rock harder and faster into Kurt, while all at the same time, Kurt's fingers increased their speed too, pummeling faster and deeper into Blaine.

It was as if Blaine's body snapped as he came, his gasps loud and sharp. Kurt soothed him rubbing his hands over Blaine's body, swiveling his tongue around his mouth savoring the last remnants of Blaine's flavor.

Satisfied that Blaine had settled, Kurt pushed him onto his back so he could straddle Blaine's body. He stroked himself as he edged higher and higher ensuring that Blaine was watching him as he worked. Kurt ached, dripping with excitement and Blaine's hands instinctively came up to massage his elegant muscles as Kurt's body rose higher. Their eyes met again, and this time, it was Kurt's need that was silently communicated. Blaine pulled Kurt closer and settled himself comfortably into the pillows while Kurt straddled over his neck, Blaine's arms wrapping up and underneath him.

His weight supported by the wall in front, Kurt closed his eyes and let the feel of Blaine's tongue and warm mouth send tingles deep into his spine. He didn't need to keep an eye on Blaine, he knew he would let him know if it became too much. He reached one of his hands behind him and caught Blaine's hand within his, Kurt's body still leaning slightly forward as he rocked his hips down. And just like their encounter several months before, the bed began to bump into the wall behind them as Kurt increased his pace.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

But this time it was softer, much softer, and in essence, just like the feel of Blaine's pulse that Kurt was sure he could feel on his wrist under his grip.

***

Rachel bounced back up the stairs towards Kurt's apartment building. She was empty handed this time except for her infamous cell phone, and despite the fact that she was about to pull Blaine away from Kurt, she secretly couldn't wait to see Blaine again. She wanted to hear every single last detail about the past twenty four hours. Ever since Kurt had innocently walked into Blaine's life at that VIP meet and greet, she had had a positive vibe from him, and there was no doubt in her mind that he was the missing piece in Blaine's life. It was as if the word 'chemistry' had been created the moment they had laid eyes on each other.

This time Rachel didn't hesitate to let everyone know that she had arrived, her finger hitting Kurt's apartment buzzer multiple times. Compared to the day before though, Rachel had to wait even longer before there was a reply. In fact, she had to press the buzzer four times before, finally, someone answered her.

She recognized Finn's bleary voice down the intercom immediately. "Who is it?" he demanded gruffly.

"It's Rachel Berry, Blaine Anderson's personal assistant," she told him impatiently. "I'm here to pick him up."

Finn's voice suddenly came back more lively, "Oh, yeah, sure, come on up."

The door buzzed, Rachel pushed it forward and she proceeded to bounce energetically up the stairs humming to herself as she went. She wanted all the details! She wanted to hear about everything that had happened. She wanted to know whether they had kissed. She even wanted to know if it had progressed even further from there. Actually, Rachel just wanted to know everything.

Finn was in the middle of having a panic attack. He had staggered out of Mercedes' bedroom hung over and surviving off about only four hours sleep to find that one of the most gorgeous women he had even seen was on his doorstep again. Again! And there he was dressed in a T.Shirt and boxers and smelling of the night before.

He ran an anxious hand through his hair as he let Rachel into the apartment, and just like the day before, she looked glamorous and sophisticated, and holy crap how her legs just seemed to go on for forever in that tiny black skirt.

Rachel coughed softly trying to bring Finn's attention back to her face. "Where's Blaine?" she asked trying to hide the delighted smirk on her face.

"Oh, urr," Finn swayed in confusion and panic as if he didn't know which direction that he should take. "I didn't see them last night but urr, since the sofa bed has not been made up..." Finn looked across the lounge room towards Kurt's closed bedroom door, Rachel following his gaze. Her heart leapt for joy. Yes! This could only mean good news.

Finn and Rachel looked at each other knowingly. Rachel couldn't help herself and smiled so big that her eyes sparkled, but then she frowned, shook her head and squared her shoulders.

"Sadly, as much as I don't want to disturb their little love nest, I'm really going to have to."

She stepped past Finn and started towards Kurt's bedroom door, her shoes tapping gently over the smooth wooden floor.

Rachel gave one last glance to Finn and then knocked, "Blaine," she called. "It's me. We need to head out. You've got several engagements today."

They both waited but there was not a sound from the other side of the door. Rachel swallowed, took a deep breath and reached for the handle.

"Dude!" Finn gasped. "You can't do that! What if they're..."

"It's okay, I've seen Blaine...." Finn's eyebrows rose in surprise, "on many occasions."

"I can't look!" Finn gasped and he turned away, his hand going up to cover his eyes.

There were no screams of protest or angry words thrown in their direction however. Finn paused at the silence and feeling that it was safe for his eyes, he quickly turned back and peered into Kurt's room over Rachel's head.

Rachel frowned again and crossed her arms. Kurt's bedroom was empty.

"I thought you said that they were here."

"They were!" Finn exclaimed taking a step inside to have a look around just to make sure.

"Well, if the door has been closed how would you know?" Rachel asked.

Finn's cheeks went bright red and his mouth opened slightly as he tried to find an explanation.

Rachel started to giggle. "I see!" She screamed happily inside. Perfect! Progress had definitely been made in the right direction. Her fists scrunched at her sides and she couldn't lose her smile. "So they were definitely... going for it?" she asked just to be sure.

"Shit! I didn't hang around to eavesdrop but I distinctly heard some agreeable urr, let's just call them moans of pleasure and enjoyment when I got back last night."

Rachel couldn't contain her excitement any longer. She screeched and leaned over to give Finn a quick hug. He stiffened beside her and panic filled his face as he distinctly remembered that he looked like a homeless person next to her, and probably smelt like one too. Rachel, however, didn't seem to notice, she squeezed his hand and turned back to Kurt's neatly made bed.

"But where are they now?" she wondered out loud. She tapped the screen on her phone several times and then brought it to her ear. Her hand remained poised that way for several long seconds before the distinct chime of Blaine's phone started coming from behind her.

Finn walked over and retrieved Blaine's phone from the couch.

Rachel frowned, fretted and glanced at her watch deep in thought. "Blaine, Blaine, Blaine," she muttered to herself. "I know that you might be in love, but what am I going to do?"

Finn gazed at her nervously, watching her as her fingers drummed over the surface of her phone as she tried to figure out what her next step should be.

"Can I get you a drink?" Finn asked quickly, suddenly seeing this as his opportunity to actually have a decent conversation with her, and possibly, God forbid make some kind of impression on her. He glanced down quickly at his clothes, hmm, no chance of that today.

"Sure," Rachel answered distractedly.

"Cool." Finn nodded and held out his hand, sidestepping awkwardly as he guided her to the kitchen.

"You don't live here do you?" Rachel asked as she watched Finn juggle his way around the kitchen trying to find where Kurt and Mercedes kept their coffee and cups. He knocked over some containers in the cupboard and they bounced noisily to the ground.

"No, but you would think I would know where the coffee is. I'm here just as much."

"So, you're dating Mercedes?" Rachel asked carefully.

Finn spun on the spot and faced her. "No! No! It's not like that. Urr, Mercedes actually met some blonde guy last night with the hugest lips I've seen, and she went back to his place."

"But that doesn't explain why you slept here." Rachel's face dropped. "Oh, you came back here to keep an eye on Kurt and Blaine? Because Finn, I have to tell you, deep down Blaine is really a nice guy."

"Well, I don't know about that, but no, that's not the reason why I'm here." Finn glanced down on the counter spying the note that Kurt had left for Mercedes. "Well, this explains their disappearance."

He handed the note over and Rachel sighed.

"Blaine's taken me out today. Won't be back until tonight. Will fill you in then, Kurt."

Rachel sat fiddling with the small piece of paper in her hands as Finn rushed about making her coffee and seeing that he still hadn't found the coffee cups, even though Rachel could spy them from where she sat, she rose to her feet to help him. Their hands collided as she reached up to open the glass cupboard. They both froze, both of them feeling the strike of electricity that had buzzed up their hands.

"Static electricity," Finn stated nervously and their eyes locked. "It'll get you every time."

Rachel smiled softly looking up at him. "Yeah," she swallowed unsteadily, "every time."

They continued to stare, and then, Finn feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of Rachel's dark eyes and proximity of their bodies, suddenly dropped his arm backwards. He didn't realize however, that it was right in line with Rachel's phone and his clumsy action knocked it straight out of her hand. Both Finn and Rachel gasped as the phone flew through the air and shattered against the wall on the opposite side of the room.

They both stared at the several pieces of plastic and battery.

Finn's face dropped but Rachel looked over to him with a quirky smile.

"I was just thinking that I needed to replace my phone's case."

"Yeah, they come in handy," Finn managed to tell her.

Rachel gently placed her hand on his arm, "Go make the coffee and I'll see if I can fix it."

The coffee was disgusting, it was far too strong, cold and had far too much sugar for Rachel's liking, but it was after she had taken the second polite nonexistent sip that she stared over the top of the cup and finally met Finn's eyes again. He looked away quickly though, still mortified by what he had done. The man was actually sweating, his fingers fumbling with her phone as he tried to put it back together since she hadn't been able to do it. Not that it would have mattered, the front screen had several large cracks on it.

She eyed him up, amused by the way his forehead creased as he fretted about her phone. Rachel knew that he had made an impact on her. She knew from the mere fact that she hadn't overreacted and had a meltdown, because really what did it matter when everything was saved meticulously on her SIM card. But faced with her stressful job, in any other situation it wouldn't have mattered and she still would have lost it.

Today however, because of Finn, she hadn't.

Rachel took all of him in. His large gentle hands, his tall goofy frame, the way his mouth opened in a silent 'o' when he was deep in thought. It had been so long since she had done anything for herself. So long since she had even been on a date or even kissed at guy. She sighed inwardly. Despite his messy and obvious hung over appearance, he looked like the kind of guy who would really treat her right but also the kind of guy she could really relax around and not be afraid to be herself.

"I think it's really broken," Finn gulped worriedly.

"It's really okay," she said evenly, her eyes poised on his face continuing to size him up.

"So, what are you going to do now that you can't get Blaine back here," Finn asked his brow furrowing. "I wouldn't want you to get into trouble."

Rachel suddenly remembered her predicament and her head fell into her hands. "Oh, I'm so going to get into trouble for this," she moaned and then her head flung back up. "What about Kurt? Can you call him? Blaine's manager is going to make my life a living hell if I don't get him to this event today."

Rachel need say no more. Finn jumped to his feet and jogged out of the kitchen. He returned a few moments later with his phone to his ear. Kurt's number, however, quickly stopped and Finn lowered his hand, his expression just like he was going to tell her the world was going to end.

"Kurt's phone has been turned off," he told her softly.

Rachel rubbed her shoulders and then rested her head in her hands as she massaged her temples. Finn watched her with concern. She looked so tense, stressed and... fragile.

"Um, I don't mean to be rude, but urr, when was the last time you had some fun?"

Rachel scoffed, "Being someone's personal assistant is a seven days a week, twenty four hours a day job. I never have any time for fun."

"Hmm," Finn nodded thinking. 'You can do this. She can only say no'. "Do you want to go and do something fun today? With me... You look like you need to loosen up. I mean because if Blaine's gone and not meeting his obligations then I think you can too."

Rachel eyed him closely. She liked that he was nervous when he asked her out. She liked that he wasn't from her world. She liked that he looked like just a run-of-the-mill everyday bloke. Why should Blaine get all the fun? Why should he be the only one to get all of the attention? Why should he be the only one who was allowed to have someone else give them some tender loving care?

"What did you have in mind?" she asked.

Oh shit! Finn hadn't even thought that far ahead. He had thought she was going to knock him back straightaway. It had to be good. It had to be something spectacular, something that would knock her socks off and make her believe that he was the most fantastic and exciting man she had ever met.

"How about bowling?"

"Bowling?!" Rachel's face dropped, and so did Finn's.

Bowling? Why the hell would you suggest something so ordinary and mundane as bowling to someone as sophisticated and elegant as Rachel. Finn wanted to hit himself. Instead, he swallowed nervously.

But then surprisingly, Rachel leaned forward and whispered,

"Tell me Finn, mystery man of the hour, why on Earth did you suggest bowling?"

Finn fretted. Was she making fun of him? Was she mocking him? Did she now think that he was the most pathetic unglamorous man she had ever met?

"Urr, because I've always thought bowling was a lot of fun and a great stress reliever." He relaxed a little and gave her smile. "You know, some pizza, soda, good company, music and a fun game. Yeah, I always have fun when I go bowling."

Rachel sat back in her seat, analyzing him further before she glanced down at her coffee deep in thought, "You know what, Finn. I like to have fun too and I haven't had any fun for a long time." She glanced back up at him and smiled widely, but then her expression changed so quickly Finn was afraid that she had changed her mind.

"Will I have to put my fingers in the holes?" she asked worriedly.

Finn thought for a moment, "Kind of."

Rachel considered his words and Finn thought it was all over already. But Rachel was to surprise him. She shrugged her shoulders, nodded her head and smiled.

Finn's face broke into a relieved smile too, "Bowling it is then."