Chapter Twenty One

Kurt tilted his head back and let the beads of water from the shower nozzle pound onto his face, his feet tapping on the tiles in time with the song that was playing inside his head. He reached for the shampoo, squirted a healthy dollop into his hand and began to lather his thick hair. He didn't really need a shower, Blaine and he had made good use of the large bathtub the night before, but Kurt was getting ready for facing the real world again and no amount of gel and combing was going to fix his bed hair. Kurt stopped short and giggled to himself. It only just dawned on him which Blaine Anderson song his subconscious had dug up.

'I want to take you in

Take you in all night,

Yeah, all night long...'

'Yes, and all day too thank you very much, Mr. Blaine Anderson sex beast extraordinaire,' Kurt thought to himself with a wicked grin. In fact, he couldn't remove the smile that came to his lips as some of the more intimate moments of the past twenty four hours flashed before his eyes. He could honestly not remember a time in the past two years where he had been happier.

Blaine and Kurt had not moved from the large bed once. Half because they had had such a disturbed night's sleep the night before, and the other half because they couldn't keep their hands off each other. They had bided their time with cuddling, stroking and whispering promises to each other, and by having the most delicious and sensuous love-making sessions. When they had needed replenishment, they had eaten from the hotel's exquisite room service. They had also put the TV on at different times, when they had been too awake to sleep but too tired to have sex, but neither could remember anything that had played on its screen. As far as they were concerned, the world only consisted of the two of them and nothing else.

Only a short time ago however, Kurt had awoken to find the bed beside him empty, his memory jaded for a short few seconds while sleep still held onto him. He had rolled over searchingly, a frown immediately forming on his face before it quickly fell away when he remembered that Blaine had left to meet Rachel before the three of them had breakfast together. In fact, it had been Kurt who had advised Blaine to go ahead first. Rachel and Blaine needed to talk about what had happened that frightful day when Rachel had been fired, and it was the kind of conversation that they needed to have alone.

A rush of butterflies fluttered through Kurt's stomach as he towelled himself off, wrapped it around his waist and re-entered the bedroom. In all his mad panic and stress from the night before, and the fact that they had been completely absorbed in each other ever since, Kurt hadn't even had the time to take in where Blaine was staying. But now, standing all alone in the middle of Blaine's Ritz Carlton suite, with the large room splayed out in front of him in broad daylight, it really struck home.

And even though Kurt had been intimidated once again by just where his life had ended up so quickly, he was also hit with a twinge of pity, that this was the hotel suite that Blaine had chosen to stay at, with its large and abundant rooms. Kurt couldn't imagine staying in a place like this by himself, no matter how much money he might one day earn. How lonely must Blaine have felt staying there, knowing that he was returning to all these empty rooms alone? Kurt nodded to himself. No wonder Blaine had tried to fill that void with endless parties. He had to do something to block out the silence.

Kurt's nerves continued to cause havoc in Kurt's stomach as he focused on the day before him. That very afternoon, after breakfast and after Blaine had checked out of the hotel, Blaine was going to be on The Ellen Show. On Ellen! The Ellen! Of all things! And, Blaine had insisted that Kurt join him backstage and wait for him in his dressing room so they could spend the rest of the afternoon together. In the infancy of their relationship Blaine had explained that while he didn't want to sound clingy, he also didn't want Kurt to be too far away from him. He wanted to nurture their relationship further and allow Kurt to be filled with the confidence of Blaine's love for him.

Kurt had wanted to say no. The past twenty four hours in Blaine's bed had been enough to solidify Kurt's decision of whether walking back into Blaine's hotel room had been the right one or not. Kurt didn't even know why he had been so torn in the first place! There was still so much to talk about and so much to sort out, but Kurt was adamant that he had made the right choice.

Kurt just wanted to stay away from everything related to Blaine's celebrity status, that was all. They could deal with it later. That whole side of Blaine Anderson was just too frightening to comprehend.

And really, there were other things for Kurt to focus on and worry about. First, and most importantly, he had to figure out just what he was going to do with his life. Kurt was going to have to remind Blaine that he had a job to return to, and, as much as he wanted to stay like this - the two of them locked away together - in reality, it wasn't going to last. Which reminded him, after Blaine's interview on Ellen, Kurt ought to head home and finish packing.

He glanced at his watch. He had another half hour before he was due to meet Blaine and Rachel. Kurt crossed his arms over his chest and sighed. There was just one more predicament to face before he left the room. His gaze fell onto his clothes that lay on the back of a chair on the other side of the room. How could anyone expect him to wear the same outfit only after two days, and clothes that he had honestly thrown across the floor in the midst of their frantic and lust-filled actions to get naked. He headed towards the pile of clothing wondering what he could do to the ensemble to try to spice them up.

His fretting was interrupted however by a loud knock on the door of the hotel room. Kurt jumped and eyed it warily wondering just who could be on the other side.

"Santana went to your home and arranged an overnight bag for you."

Kurt's eyebrows rose in surprise at the sight of Blaine's new personal assistant. He didn't even have time to thank her before she had already turned and left, busy with her next task. The door clicked closed and Kurt instantly opened the bag, curious – but not cynical – about what clothes might have been put inside.

He was impressed with the assortment. He laid out the two outfits that had clearly been put together with sharp analytical eyes and a deep knowledge of Kurt's tastes and styles. Mercedes must have played her part in this collection because it included one of Kurt's favourite outfits. His hand dug deep into the bag again hoping to find that his toiletry bag had been included when his fingers curled around something else. Instead of his toiletry bag, he retrieved a box wrapped in pink ribbon and a large decorative bow on top. A small rectangular card with neat black writing was attached.

Kurt read the scrawled message:

"Because this is the only way it's going to work out."

Kurt guessed that it had to be a message meant for Blaine, but the fact it was addressed to both of them and his curiosity was more than piqued, Kurt decided to open the box first. He pulled the bow free and gingerly took the lid off and peaked inside.

A surprised laugh escaped him. Well! He shook his head in amusement. It had to have been Santana. He had only met the woman two nights ago but, without a doubt, Mercedes wouldn't have had the nerve to create such a gift box. He decided to go with the book first.

Kurt didn't stare at the cover of "The Gay Man's Kama Sutra Guide" for more than five seconds before his curiosity got the better of him. He started to flick through to the page where Santana had placed the first of many sticky tabs. Kurt shrugged his shoulders. Santana would have to try better than that. Blaine and he had already tried out that position, but he was impressed and amused by her sassy sense of humor and, did he dare admit, very intrigued by the position on page 68. He turned the book slightly to the left twisting his head as he tried to figure out where Blaine and he would even start to get themselves into that one. His cheeks began to heat up. Yes, definitely intrigued.

Kurt made his way to the bed and flopped down on his stomach now curious about what else was in the box. Santana, it seemed, had been very thorough; ribbed condoms, flavoured massage oil, lube, fluffy handcuffs, and... Kurt quickly shoved the box away in shock. Hmm, he didn't know what he was going to do about THAT!

He waited a moment still unsure whether he had seen what he thought he had really seen. He pulled the box back towards him and peered inside. Kurt was keen to experiment with toys, but experimenting with different toys, with another person, in a newly formed relationship? He didn't think so.

The sound of his phone suddenly cut through the silence of the room. He yelped and shoved the box away again sending it toppling over the edge of the bed as if the person on the other end of the phone would be able to see just what he had been examining. He took a deep breath and tried to compose himself from his embarrassed and incredibly turned on fluster before he answered the call.

"Mercedes?"

"Kurt! What's going on? Why have you only just turned your phone on? Are you still with Blaine? Are you okay?"

Kurt laughed at her barrage of questions. "Mercedes! Calm down, it's alright. I'm fine, actually more than fine!"

"Where are you?"

Kurt smiled slyly, "In Blaine's bed."

"KURT!" Mercedes gasped and then he continued to laugh as he heard her excited squeal down the other end of the phone. "I'm so happy for you, Kurt!!! This is so great! So, when are you coming home?"

"Later today," Kurt paused. "Mercedes, we need to talk about the house..."

"Don't worry about it," Mercedes cut him off, "we've all sat down and talked about it, we can afford to split the rent five ways. We wouldn't leave you high and dry."

Kurt closed his eyes and took another deep breath. He couldn't believe how lucky he was. Not only did he still have a place to live but he also had the most incredible friends in the world.

"What about that manager asshole?" Mercedes asked all of a sudden. "What's going to happen to him?"

Kurt's heart stopped and the happy world that he had been floating in came crashing down. He had all but forgotten about Sebastian. He had no idea what Blaine was going to do about him. A cough escaped Kurt and he drew Mercedes' attention elsewhere. "So have you guys finished packing?"

"Sort of."

Kurt stifled a laugh. He pushed Mercedes comment on Sebastian even further from his thoughts and continued to tease Mercedes' inability to organize her belongings.

Blaine's stomach jittered nervously. Never before had he been filled with such remorse and guilt from the way he had treated someone. What he had done to Rachel had been inexcusable. She had tried to help him for goodness sake and what had he done in return? Blaine shuddered at his own actions. He had turned his back on her, humiliated her in public, left her jobless and had deceived the mere concept of their friendship.

He ignored all the curious stares as he wandered through the hotel lobby towards one of The Ritz Calton's lavish cafes, the extra curiosity being passed his way having something to do with the flowers he held in his hand. His performance at the VMAs was still a hot topic, and there was a positive buzz on social media as to whether Blaine Anderson had managed to woo the person who he had intended to with his song. It seemed that everyone wanted to find out who Blaine's mystery lover was.

These weren't romantic flowers however. These were guilt-ridden apology flowers.

Blaine didn't even know what he would say to Rachel when he saw her for the first time and he was sure he wouldn't be able to look her in the eye. He was afraid of how Rachel would react. He wanted to hit himself to be honest. It was only until he started walking through the hotel's lobby that he realized that he had asked her to return to the scene of the crime, the very hotel where everything had taken place. Rachel might have been kind on the phone but would she be different when she stood before him, when all her emotions were pushed back to the surface again in the familiar surroundings? What would she do? He deserved a slap in the face, or an angry outburst, and if Rachel gave it, Blaine was just going to stand there and take it, and then beg for her forgiveness. He missed her friendship.

He scanned the busy restaurant and spied her instantly despite the abundance of patrons enjoying their breakfasts and the hustling waiters and waitresses. He took a deep breath, counted to ten and set off towards her table, the rich smell of coffee in the air helping to calm him.

"Rachel," he said softly when he reached her chair.

Rachel quickly swivelled in her seat and glanced up, a pensive smile coming to her face, "Blaine!" She stood up but stopped. They stared at each other hesitantly, scared and unsure until Blaine swept forward braving to open his arms wide so he could sweep her into a large bear hug. Rachel didn't hesitate. She rushed forward as well and Blaine's arms settled around her shoulders and waist.

"I'm so sorry," Blaine gasped into her shoulder. "Really, I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay! It's okay," Rachel's muffled reply came back.

They held onto each other for another minute, desperate for their old friendship and so happy to be in each other's company again.

Finally, they pulled away but Blaine still held his head low unable to meet her gaze.

"Blaine," Rachel began taking his hand, "It's all in the past."

Blaine shrugged his shoulders and dared to lift his head just slightly, "It still doesn't excuse what I did."

Rachel motioned for him to sit. "We'll talk about it soon enough. You're looking well," she noted.

Blaine nodded hating how the conversation had immediately gone formal. "Thanks, I've managed to get some rest over the past day."

Rachel looked like she was about to say something sassy but she stopped herself. It wasn't really her place after such a long time. Instead, she signalled for a waiter. They placed their orders for coffee, smiled nervously at each other and tentatively began to enquire about each other's lives. The conversation was stilted, careful and painfully polite but as the minutes passed and their coffees were delivered, they gradually relaxed and opened up, daring to find that familiar and comfortable place they had so taken for granted before.

Blaine cleared his throat, "So, I've heard that you have a new job?"

Rachel nodded and laughed feeling embarrassed to be sharing this with Blaine of all people. "Yes, you're right." She sat up tall and squared her shoulders. "I'm now a singer at a diner." Her cheeks flushed red. "I know it's silly..."

"No! It's not silly! It's not silly at all."

Rachel's blush deepened in appreciation. "After everything that had happened, I just wanted, I needed to do something completely different. I met these charming men, they're the owners of the diner and they just kind of took me under their wing." Rachel laughed again, "They even told me that they had attempted to adopt a child a long time ago. They're lovely. They spoil me really, just like I'm the daughter that they never had. Who knows, maybe I'll keep doing something with the singing, I just feel amazing when I'm up there."

Rachel glanced at Blaine and he nodded in agreement. He knew exactly what she meant. It was how he had felt when he had played his own music the other night at VMAs. It had been such a long time since he had felt like that too.

"And I've heard you're quite happy with Finn?"

Rachel's face lit up and Blaine's insides tied into a knot. He had never seen her so happy.

"I know that both of you have never seen eye-to-eye but give him some time, Blaine. He's wonderful, really!"

There was an awkward pause and Rachel decided to take the conversation to the place they had been trying to avoid, the very place that was churning and eating away at both of them. She shook her head thoughtfully, "Losing my job was one of the most devastating things to happen to me, Blaine. But, I can't blame you because after what has happened since then...I've never been happier." She leaned forward and took Blaine's hand in hers again. "I've missed you dearly but I have time to do things for myself now. My life has purpose. I have free time and I love it!"

Blaine's face reddened at the guilt that he had been responsible for preventing her from being truly happy. He had been so consumed with being the famous rock star. He had used her and had not even considered that Rachel Berry had needed a life of her own too.

"I'm so sorry Rachel," Blaine told her again. "I'm sorry I stopped you from having those things."

"Don't be sorry, Blaine. We all got swept up in your journey. That day in the restaurant was a turning point, a blessing in disguise. If you hadn't fired me I would still have been burning myself into the ground pretending I was happy, when clearly I wasn't." She looked around her smile beaming. "I wouldn't have had any of the things that I have now."

Blaine knew that smile. He knew it well. It was the smile of someone in love.

Rachel's face grew sombre as she remembered something else and Blaine sensed where she was going to go. She scooted closer to the edge of her chair.

"So, that was a bold move the other night with Sebastian and Hunter," she stated carefully. "Have you spoken to Sebastian since?"

"Not really," Blaine's expression darkened. "He just smiled at the cameras and pretended he knew all about it from the start." He glared away from the table, his face clouding over. Sebastian was a looming threat that he was going to have to deal with sooner or later.

"What are you going to do?" Rachel didn't need to elaborate on what she was thinking.

"I think..." he paused wondering whether he would dare to say the words out loud, "I think it's obvious what I need to do."

Rachel gave his hand a gentle squeeze. Blaine shifted his gaze to look at her, and for the first time since they had met in the restaurant, he was able to meet her eyes full on without shying away in shame.

"I know it's going to be hard," Rachel spoke softly. "I know you're torn because if it wasn't for Sebastian you wouldn't be here, but Blaine, you have to do what you think is right." She swallowed nervously, afraid of overstepping when they had only just reunited. "And it's been no secret on the inside that you guys have had history, but, correct me if I'm wrong, it was never serious, was it?"

"You're not wrong, we were never serious."

Rachel squeezed his hand again, "I think you deserve to be happy in love, Blaine, in all aspects of your life."

Blaine nodded dropping his head as the guilt overwhelmed him once more. He coughed trying to clear his throat. "Well, whatever I'm going to do, it's going to happen soon. I'll be seeing him today when I'm on Ellen, but it's going to take everything I have inside of me to not go ahead and just flatten him."

Rachel nodded knowing that Sebastian must have pushed Blaine too far for him to come out with a comment like that. She wanted to lighten the mood.

"Okay, onto better things," Rachel paused dramatically and Blaine was delighted to see that they had already returned to a somewhat comfortable banter. "You and Kurt sure disappeared off the edge of the world these last couple of days. Am I to take it as a good sign?"

Blaine was surprised by the heat, a much different kind of heat to the anger he had just been feeling, that crept up into his cheeks. "Yeah," he nodded bashfully, "it's a good sign."

Rachel clapped her hands together, her face beaming. "I knew it!"

Blaine tried to look angry but didn't quite manage it. "You're going to have to tell me you're part in all of this though," he stated. "Kurt's already told me it was Santana who managed to grab an extra swipe card for my hotel room."

"I am innocent," Rachel declared, however it was clear from the playful twinkle in her eye that it was far from the truth.

"I don't believe you."

"Finn and I just drove Kurt to the hotel that was all."

Blaine's eyes narrowed. "Santana has played a large part in all of this," he spoke suddenly. "I think her skills are wasted on being a masseuse."

Rachel grimaced and hoped that Blaine wasn't too put out with how much Santana had been involved. "Back to Kurt..." she blurted trying to keep things light.

Blaine couldn't hide his smile again. "It's been good. You know, we've been chatting and..." Blaine coughed and Rachel squealed excitedly.

"So, the two of you are officially an item now?"

"I..," Blaine paused for just one instant a little unsure and Rachel's face dropped, "I think so. Kurt's was just a little hesitant, a bit unsure which I don't blame him under the circumstances," he explained and she nodded her head in agreement. "We're definitely on, but I think Kurt's been messed around too much in the past. I hope he's confident now though that I'm being sincere."

"Well, I guess his worry is understandable," Rachel agreed. "I mean, it all did happen very fast. One minute he's in a relationship that he is trying to make happen and the next minute he ends up in your sheets." She eyed him suspiciously. "And I'm hoping my excited squeals were not for nothing and that's exactly where he ended up."

Blaine gave her a slightly reprimanding look and he instantly took on his rock star persona, his voice immediately going deep and husky. "Rachel, as if you need to ask that question."

Rachel laughed and she leaned expectantly over the table. "So, where is he now? Why isn't he joined to your hip? You are going to see him again real soon aren't you?"

Blaine's eyes rose in surprise and then a little swirl of doubt hit his stomach. "Of course! He's joining us here for breakfast in about five minutes." Blaine's heart began to beat faster in his chest. They had spent the most wonderful twenty four hours wrapped up in each other's arms making love, talking love, but, what if Kurt suddenly had doubts again as soon as Blaine had left the hotel room. Blaine squirmed uncomfortably on his seat.

"Hi, sexy," Kurt's soft voice suddenly spoke into his left ear. Rachel and Blaine both jumped as Kurt leaned down and braved to place his lips delicately on Blaine's cheek in a fleeting kiss. The look of absolute admiration and love that swept over Blaine's face was undeniable as he stared up at Kurt's face.

Rachel watched them smugly and let out a satisfied sigh.

"Hi Rachel," Kurt offered as he pulled the spare seat in front of him closer to Blaine. He took his seat and casually interlocked his fingers with Blaine's under the table.

Blaine couldn't stop himself. He leaned forward and kissed Kurt again, firmly on the lips this time. "Man, I'm so happy to see you." They stared at each other, lost in each other's eyes before Rachel gave a little cough.

"Maybe I should leave you two alone," she admonished playfully.

They snapped their heads around.

"No, don't go!" Blaine cried.

"You're not going anywhere," Kurt ordered giving her a firm but friendly smile. "We asked you to come for breakfast and we meant it."

Rachel's smug smile only widened. "We, we, we..." she crooned wiggling in her chair excitedly. "Okay I will stay but only because you two are just too adorable. But something tells me," she added shaking her head, "that I'm not going to be really included in the conversation." She watched them give each other a quick side glance. Blaine gently nudged Kurt's shoulder with his and Kurt lifted their interlocked hands to his mouth so he could kiss the back of Blaine's hand.

Rachel crossed her arms over her chest. Yes, she was definitely going to be the third wheel today but she did not mind one bit.

Blaine's phone rang in his pocket. Happy and replete from his meal of scrambled eggs on toast, his hand dove to retrieve it. He grimaced when he saw who it was though; Sebastian. He glanced quickly at Kurt and Rachel who were currently deep in conversation regarding how they were going to rearrange the furniture in the lounge of the house they were going to be staying in, since it didn't accommodate for five people. Blaine had just wanted to suggest they buy a bigger sofa or just an extra beanbag, but watching Kurt speak animatedly was proving to be much more fun.

Blaine also had to shove back the faint tinge of surprising jealousness at seeing the pair talk. They obviously had developed a good friendship in the short couple of months that they had been thrown together. He refocused on his phone and Sebastian, the person who was responsible for all of their anguish over the past year.

Blaine rose from his chair, "I need to take this."

"Okay," Kurt said with a smile. Blaine leaned down and lifted his head so their lips could meet briefly. Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand and continued his conversation with Rachel, but as Blaine turned to leave, Kurt glanced over his shoulder to watch Blaine's ass, just like he had all those months ago when Blaine had first invited him back to the private get-together.

Rachel didn't miss it. "It only gets better doesn't it," she teased.

Kurt looked back to her and laughed, but this time, unlike all those months ago, he wasn't embarrassed by being caught. Instead he just beamed, his eyes twinkling with merriment.

"Yes, his butt is always good to look at."

"Sebastian," Blaine spoke once he was back outside in the hotel lobby. "We need to talk."

"So it would seem," Sebastian purred on the other end. "I see that you have been avoiding me."

"For good reasons," Blaine returned his voice icy.

"Oh, come now, Blaine," Sebastian spoke trying to make his tone light. "You should have told me what you planned to do. I would have backed you the whole way."

Blaine's insides turned cold. It was a lie, no doubt about it, and it irked Blaine to no end that Sebastian couldn't admit that he was angry about what Blaine had done, or that he couldn't even confess what he had done to Kurt that weekend three months earlier.

"I wouldn't push your luck any further, Sebastian," Blaine warned.

There was only silence that met his warning - an angry, dark silence.

"I'm not going to do this over the phone," Blaine continued once he was sure Sebastian realized that it was Blaine who was in control of the conversation. "I'll see you at The Ellen Show. We can talk afterwards."

"Fine, Blaine," Sebastian responded curtly. "Have it your way, but we've really got to sort where the hell you're heading now."

"I'm heading in the right direction Sebastian, that's all I need to know and that's all you need to know." Blaine hung up and he was about to turn back towards the restaurant when he stopped and decided to make one last phone call.

"Blaine?" Santana enquired. "How can I be of service? I would have hoped that you and Kurt would have had enough sex over the past twenty four hours to keep you relaxed and without a need for a massage for at least a month," she teased. "Or have you twisted something trying out a new position? If you have, I'm sure Kurt would be quite capable of working it out for you."

Blaine chuckled, "Oh, Santana, I'm sure he would."

A gentle hand came to rest on Blaine's forearm as he ended the call five minutes later.

"Everything okay?" Rachel asked.

Blaine nodded, "Yes, everything's fine." He lifted his head and scanned the space around them. "Where's Kurt?"

"He's still at the table waiting for you. He's picked up the bill."

Blaine frowned, "He didn't need to do that. He should have just charged it to my room."

"He insisted." Rachel smiled softly and tilted her head to the side. "I'm sorry but I'm going to have to make a move now. I've got to get back to sorting out the last of our things in Kurt and Mercedes' apartment."

Blaine sighed. Time had passed so swiftly during breakfast that he was feeling reluctant to saying goodbye. Rachel, however, had already turned towards the door. Blaine sighed and started to follow, "Come on, I'll walk you out."

Rachel looped her arm through his and they headed for the entrance. She was delighted. The morning had been successful and she was glad to know that fortunately, their friendship was stronger than Sebastian's meddling.

"We're going to have a house warming party after we've all moved in," Rachel told Blaine as they walked slowly through the hotel's lobby. "I hope you can come."

"Well, if I have it my way you'll be seeing a lot more of me," Blaine said with a sheepish grin.

Rachel giggled, "Yes of course. I'm sure Kurt will have you over all the time now."

"Yes, but I'm also hoping we can hang out from time-to-time as well?"

Rachel held onto his arm tighter. "I hope so."

Kurt settled comfortably into his seat, unaware of just how graceful and smooth each and every movement of his was. He was relaxed, happy and feeling optimistic. He glanced at the waiter and offered a smile as he collected their plates and holy crap he just saw the bill!

Hmm, yes, the extreme difference in Blaine and his disposable incomes was going to have to be addressed, very quickly. Surprisingly, he wasn't even too embarrassed with the knowledge that they would have to talk about it. After all, the difference between rock star and barrister was obviously extreme, and he was sure that Blaine would understand his preference to cooking and eating at home.

Kurt's insides fluttered again happily as he pictured the two of them eating a meal together, sitting in front of the TV relaxing. And in moment now, they would be back together again, alone, just two of them.

He turned his head to watch the entrance of the restaurant eager to catch a glimpse of Blaine when he returned. He stopped though, a flicker of movement catching his eye to his right, a body taking a seat opposite to him.

"You're back so soon!" Kurt smiled turning his head quickly, expecting to see Blaine sitting in front of him. "I didn't see you come in." Kurt froze, the smile that had been on his lips disappearing so fast it was as if it had been slapped off.

There, right in front of him, sat Sebastian.

"Well, well, well," Sebastian intoned. "You have been making yourself at home, haven't you?"

Kurt didn't answer. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips giving Sebastian his best bitch glare. Sebastian might have caught him off guard when he was vulnerable and insecure about where Blaine and he stood, but now everything was different. He was not going to let such a disgusting excuse for a man try and intimidate him in any shape or form. Kurt sat high in his seat and lifted his chin haughtily. "Yes, and I was just wondering at what the cat had dragged in," he replied tersely. He crossed his arms over his chest defensively.

"Oooh," Sebastian cooed. "We've got some sass this time." He leaned closer over the table, his infamous cocky smirk pulling on his lips. "I like sass better Kurt, much better than last time."

Kurt sighed pretending to be bored, "What do you want? Because I don't have a lot of time and you're already proving to be such tedious company."

Sebastian leaned back, thinking for a moment. Kurt's response to his presence was not what he had expected. He had been counting on another wimpy, scared little boy who he would be able to walk all over. It looked like getting laid had given Kurt some balls.

"So, where's Blaine?" Sebastian finally drawled matching Kurt's pose, his pretentious smile never leaving his face and distracting from the fact that he was quickly trying to come up with another tactic.

"He'll be back any minute and we'll be leaving straightaway."

"Hmhmm," Sebastian nodded not worried in the least. "So I see you have managed to worm your way completely into Blaine's life after that pathetic excuse of a song."

Kurt's real emotions nearly broke through. What kind of a man was Sebastian? What kind of manager was he if he couldn't support his client's wishes, his so-called friend's wishes?

"I don't get what's going on here, Sebastian. Is this all some kind of jealous streak? The fact that you've finally gotten sick and tired of Blaine having all the limelight?"

Sebastian scoffed. "Trust me, this is not what this is about and please don't pretend that you know what is going on when you've only been around for five seconds. It's embarrassing."

Kurt glanced away and noted the restaurant that was whirling around them, no one taking heed of their conversation. All Kurt wanted to do was to get rid of Sebastian. He had woken up that morning happy, in love and thinking that the world in its entirety was a beautiful place.

"I'm going to be nice Kurt."

It was Kurt's turn to scoff. "I find that hard to believe coming from your mouth." He leaned forward in his seat a quizzical expression on his face, "Especially after our last encounter. The fact that you actually believe that you understand the meaning of 'nice' is just the most ludicrous thing I have ever heard. So please, do enlighten me. Just how do you think your presence here is going to end up with you doing something nice?"

"Oh, you might not see the 'nice' in it right now," Sebastian said, his cheeks pulling his coy smile only wider. It was so annoying, Kurt wanted nothing more than to slap him, and he had never laid a finger on another person violently in his entire life.

"I wanted to remind you, Kurt," Sebastian said with exaggerated concern, "Don't get comfortable." He gave Kurt a worried shake of the head. "You might have gone and captured Blaine's heart now but I meant what I said before, he's got a wandering heart. Just when you think you'll be all settled, he'll stab you in the back and find someone else. He always does."

Kurt's eyes narrowed even further but unlike the other time, his resolve was infallible. He was not going to let Sebastian get under his skin or get the better of him. "Well, maybe that was because before he hadn't found the right guy."

Sebastian laughed loudly, "And you think he has now. That you're the right guy?" And then he continued slowly with exaggerated emphasis. "That. Is. Hilarious!"

"Yes, Sebastian, because I know that what Blaine and I have together is real and it's going to last. And unlike your relationship with Blaine that was always off and on, our relationship is going to stick. And you know why it's going to stick? Because, guess what, Blaine does like to be romanced," Kurt leaned forward, vicious and cocky himself, "and I know just how to romance him, something that is beyond anything you are capable of."

It was the first time that the smile on Sebastian's face faltered. In fact, it completely fell away, instantly replaced with a dark, sinister anger that he clawed to reign in so as not to lash out at Kurt right there and then. Kurt maintained a calm composure and managed to hide the surprise he felt at the sight of it. He needed to quit while he was ahead before Sebastian could retaliate and possibly gain the upper hand. He rose to his feet and ran his hands over his chest to smooth his clothes.

"I suggest you either come up with another hobby or another plan if you're going to try and pull us apart Sebastian," Kurt spoke harshly looking down at him, "because your current strategy is getting boring." He glanced at the table ensuring he had all his belongings. "I'm going now, back to Blaine's room," he said pointedly. He turned quickly and left.

Sebastian crossed his arms trying to stop his anger from showing itself. He laughed to himself. "Oh, don't worry, Kurt, don't worry at all. I do have another plan and after the past couple of days, I'm tired of playing nice."

Kurt and Blaine set about gathering their clothes and belongings. They had half hour before Blaine would have to check out of his suite and leave for the studio to be on Ellen. Kurt stood over the bag that Blaine's personal assistant had delivered, neatly folding his clothes, his back facing Blaine.

"Urr, Kurt, is there something you want to tell me?" Blaine suddenly asked.

Kurt glanced over, worried that Blaine had indeed picked up on some of his brooding after his conversation with Sebastian, "Hmm? What do you mean?"

Blaine was on the side of the bed where, Kurt suddenly realized with horror, he had previously sent Santana's gift box flying to the floor. Blaine was now holding the last item that Kurt had pulled out high up in the air: a long string of pleasure beads, the ones that had previously caught Kurt off guard.

Kurt's face dropped in horror at the sight of them. In his rush to get out of the door after his phone call with Mercedes, he had completely forgotten about Santana's presents.

"I love how you're always continuing to surprise me. I really am looking forward to exploring the depths of your needs, but so soon Kurt? You sex deviant, you!" Blaine stared at Kurt, his eyes raking up and down Kurt's body lustfully.

Kurt's stomach dropped at Blaine's words but he was still frozen in horror on the other side of the room. All of a sudden however, out of nowhere, Kurt reacted. He let out a panicked yelp, dashed across the room, leapt over the bed and off the other side to stand next to Blaine before Blaine even had time to blink. Blaine's teasing expression faltered for a second, registering Kurt's lightning speed dash towards him. He tried not to laugh.

"It's not what you think!" Kurt gasped snatching the beads out of Blaine's hand and hiding them behind his back. Blaine watched on with amusement while Kurt continued. "Your friend Santana sent us a gift package. I had nothing to do with it!"

"Oh, did she now?" Blaine leered hungrily, stepping closer.

Kurt ignored him and frantically sought for the box. He bent over and found it half hidden under the bed.

"She even left you a message on the card," Kurt stammered trying to divert Blaine from the beads. But Blaine wasn't interested in Santana's message for he had just seen 'The Gay Man's Kama Sutra Guide'. Impressed, Blaine's eyebrows rose dramatically and he snatched the book out of the box and started to flick through its pages.

"Hmm," Blaine licked his lips. "I say we try page 68 first," he suggested turning the book on its side, his brows crinkling in slight confusion.

Kurt's knees went weak and he giggled in embarrassment. "Well, maybe once we're more familiar with each other."

Blaine continued through the pages and Kurt wasn't too sure whether he had heard him or not. He only nodded with approval as the pages continued. "Are you sure you're not the one who tabbed these pages?"

"Blaine!" Kurt flustered. "Really it was Santana!"

"Oh, that's too bad," Blaine whispered shaking his head, his voice low and wanting. "Because I don't care where it came from," He stared intently over the top of the book and into Kurt's eyes. "If you're game, I'm game."

Kurt's stomach dropped again and nothing could hide how excruciatingly turned on he was. Oh God, Blaine had told him the truth. Blaine's bad boy persona really was a part of his everyday personality. It was obvious that Blaine was teasing him but he was doing it with such dark yearning, Kurt was nearly panting for air.

Blaine lowered the book and watched Kurt with narrowed eyes before he boldly stepped back into Kurt's space. "I have to say, Kurt, it's quite interesting to see you this flustered by a box of sex toys after the way you ravaged me the other night," he spoke huskily and brought one of his arms around to hold Kurt protectively at the waist. "The seducer and the innocent, you play both parts so well."

Kurt blushed even further and tried to take a step back, but Blaine's grip was firm. Why was Blaine managing to make him crumble like this?

Blaine chuckled wickedly and tugged the beads that Kurt still held behind him free from his clasp. He dangled them in front of Kurt and Kurt tried to grab them back. "So why did you only have these out of the box?"

Kurt sought for words, the effect of Blaine's predacious words leaving him floundering and tongue tied. "I was just looking at them when Mercedes called me," Kurt stammered. "I startled and knocked them off the bed."

"So, you were alone in this room," Blaine kissed him tugging on his bottom lip, "with these," he glanced quickly at the beads, "on the bed?"

Kurt's blush only deepened. "It wasn't like that!"

"So you've never?" Blaine asked, lifting his hands to caress Kurt's cheek. He pushed Kurt gently causing him to turn and put his back towards the bed.

"No! I have," Kurt blurted. Blaine's face rose in delighted surprise and he let out a low growl. Kurt giggled and tried to escape Blaine's hold by clambering onto the bed. "It's just not something that I've done with someone else and I would never dream of bringing it up so early in a relationship, that's all," Kurt paused as Blaine's head tilted to the side, his eyebrows rising and his eyes glassing over. "Blaine!" Kurt cried from the middle of the bed. "You better not be doing what I think you're doing!"

The smile on Blaine's face widened in a big grin and he kneeled onto the bed as well and started to swing the beads in a slow circle. "Sorry, I couldn't help but create that beautiful image in my mind." Blaine sighed contentedly and stood up on his knees in front of Kurt.

Kurt reached out, biting his lower lip in the process and snatched the beads from Blaine's hand. He quickly turned them into a whip and flicked the end at Blaine's side aiming for his right buttock.

Blaine gasped and to save himself from getting another flick of the beads, he lunged across the mattress and caught Kurt, tackling him down onto the bedspread. They continued to wrestle playfully until Blaine managed to get the upper hand and straddle over Kurt's waist pinning him down. Not stopping for even a second, Blaine lunged forward frantically and tried to grab a hold of the beads again as Kurt brought them high above his head. Kurt giggled as Blaine quickly realized he wasn't tall enough.

Knowing that he wouldn't get the beads without losing his hold on Kurt, Blaine gave in and instead leaned down to kiss Kurt heatedly. It worked. Kurt moaned, happy in victory and happy in lust. He brought his arms down to hold onto Blaine as Blaine settled over his body.

Kurt pulled away and their eyes met. "You seem so intent on watching me use them but maybe I would get off more by watching you," Kurt suggested his breath still heavy at the thought. He stared expectantly and hopefully up into Blaine's eyes.

Blaine tilted his head to the side, his eyes flicking between the book and the beads. The beads were suddenly thrown across the room. "We've got plenty of time for all that but actually, right now, I'm more interested in page 68." Blaine leaned over and picked up the book before rolling to the side so he was lying next to Kurt on the bed. He opened it to the page that had both of them so fascinated.

"What do you think?" he asked turning the picture to Kurt. Kurt covered his mouth with the back of his hand and he giggled. "Because all fun and games aside," Blaine continued, "I really do just want to devour you right now."

"Aren't we going to be late though?" Kurt asked suddenly remembering that they were indeed on a time frame.

Blaine rested his weight on one arm and brought his other to unbutton Kurt's shirt, choosing to ignore his question.

"Blaine!" Kurt squirmed when Blaine's hand delved under the material to stroke over his bare chest. He rolled closer and brought his lips to Kurt's again for another teasing kiss. Blaine hummed happily while their lips played and he reached down for Kurt's belt. He pulled away and with a devilish wink he whispered, "I'm always late."

Kurt gave the page one last quick glance. "Okay then," he breathed. "I'm game if you're game."