Epilogue

Kurt pulled his car up outside of the security gate. He leaned out of the window, punched in the six digit entry code and waited as the gate slowly opened. His hand tapped to the beat of the music pulsating through his speakers, his head nodded softly, his sunglasses dark against the bright sun. He had just finished his first semester at UCLA and was well and truly back on track to finishing his under graduate degree in Interior Design, thanks to a reasonable transfer of credits from New York. Two years from now, he was planning to take the elite west coast interior design world by storm.

The gate opened far enough for Kurt to drive through. He put his foot on the accelerator and slowly began to wind his way up the driveway, his eyes falling on the sight of Blaine's home. Blaine lived in West Hollywood, in a two storey, five bedroom contemporary designed home. Kurt didn't think he would ever get used to the elegance and sophistication of it.

In a similar fashion to the front gate, Kurt tapped in the security code for the front door, pushed it open and slowly closed it behind him. He stood for a moment, assessing the mood. Blaine's home had been in a constant buzz over the past couple of days, and Kurt had witnessed Blaine in varying degrees of stress levels. He was used to this kind of tension and anxiety when a deadline was approaching though, the artist pushed to their limits both in the performing and interior design world, so Kurt had been mindful and had kept his mouth shut. And anyway, stressed, wild crazy Blaine was kind of hot.

Deeming it safe, Kurt ventured further into the house, down the hallway and past the kitchen where the small retro TV on the counter caught his eye. Kurt walked towards it, calm and controlled. On its screen flickered an image of a man named Drake Paterson, Sebastian Smythes' new client. Kurt wasn't interested. He simply turned the TV off and selected an apple from the fruit basket beside it.

His bite into its crunchy skin was loud in the silent room, echoing in his ear as he continued to chew. Kurt glanced at the dark TV screen again. He might not have watched the article or seen Sebastian's face, but just the mere thought of Sebastian and the whole talk of Blaine's new tour - the tour that was going to show the world his new concept and sound while still holding onto some of his rock star overtones - had just stirred some old memories.

Kurt sighed. It hadn't taken Sebastian more than forty eight hours to find a new client after Blaine had fired him. Unfortunately, there were many people who were trying to make it in the business who really didn't care about the rumours of what had happened on the Ellen Show. Anyone coming up in the music scene knew how Sebastian had been involved in Blaine's success, and they didn't care what he had done as long as he could do the same for them.

Kurt bit into the apple again, with determination this time. Sebastian could do whatever he wanted. He wasn't a part of their lives now. Kurt walked out of the kitchen but stopped in the hallway as his eyes fell on the picture before him. It was a shot of Blaine and Kurt at a party that they had held several months ago. Kurt chewed thoughtfully. They had fallen into a very loving relationship over the past year, one where Kurt had never looked back. Kurt chuckled to himself. Standing there looking at all those pictures, he couldn't help but recall the first evening when he had arrived at Blaine's home. How suddenly, there he was in Blaine's life, on the other side.

Kurt had stood in the very same spot to where he stood now, wide-eyed and trying to not be overwhelmed or nervous, his overnight bag held awkwardly in his hand. He had just stepped inside the ultimate male rock star's domain but it wasn't that Blaine flaunted his wealth, that wasn't it at all. It was all the personal items that Kurt had stood and gaped at.

Namely, the pictures lining the walls of all the different people that Blaine had met. There were a multitude of musicians, actors and TV personalities, but then there were the surprising ones; there were pictures with random fans and people who worked at different organisations that he had visited. And then there were the intimate ones, ones that Kurt later found out were family and as the year continued, people that Kurt had met and become close with as well.

Blaine had given him a quick tour even though they were both tired from the drive back from Angeles National Park. Kurt had fallen in love with several aspects straightaway that he was unashamedly jealous of, because to afford them they required a certain amount of success or at least a proper permanent job. There was the bar in the lounge that had a classic 1980s feel, the wall covered in memorabilia from the decade. Off the bar and in another room was Blaine's lounge room that housed every modern day gaming item imaginable. There was a large flat screen TV along one wall, and it seemed, every DVD known to mankind. Kurt had also stood open mouthed at the outside entertainment area that came off the large kitchen's double glass doors. It had an expansive patio with dark-stained wooden boards, another bar, tables and a large swimming pool and spa.

Kurt had certainly felt overwhelmed.

Blaine had taken his hand and pulled him upstairs where he had continued to show him the guest rooms and then the master room, Blaine's room, which Blaine confessed was where he spent most of his time when he was home. Kurt had nodded his head. He wouldn't want to leave this room that often either. Why would he when there was a huge king sized bed, another large flat screen TV, a comfortable couch next to an extensive and well-stocked bookcase, a walk-in wardrobe and large en suite?

And then, all of a sudden, Kurt remembered how he had been standing in the middle of Blaine's bedroom he had gone all shy, that there he was standing amongst all the things that made Blaine who he was. It was so personal and so... intimidating.

"Where do you want me to put my bag?" Kurt asked his voice shaking and timid.

Blaine noticed and approached him instantly. He took Kurt's bag and placed it at the end of his large king sized bed.

"You can sort that out later. I think for now we can have a quiet drink so we can unwind from the drive," Blaine told him placing his hands on Kurt's hips and kissing him gently. "The pizza I ordered on the way home should be here soon." He tugged on Kurt's hand and led him back down the stairs.

"How did your last day go?" Santana asked knocking Kurt out of his reverie. She approached him from the other end of the hallway.

Kurt dropped his shoulder bag down on the side table and turned to face her, both greeting the other with an affectionate kiss on the cheek. They had become dear friends over the past year.

"It was fantastic," Kurt said with a beaming smile. "It's nice to know that I have the whole summer ahead of me now."

Santana smiled endearingly and squeezed Kurt's arms, "So glad to hear it."

Kurt looked past her down the hallway, "He's down in the basement?"

She nodded vigorously and crossed her arms. "Oh, yes. Where else would he be?"

"Oh dear," Kurt sighed. "I better go check on him."

"He's alright," Santana ensured, "Just nervous."

Kurt shook his head, "Nervous? He's going to be fine. I listened to all the songs again on my way over here, they're amazing. He's only playing five new ones, he'll be fine."

Santana held up both hands showing six fingers and Kurt's mouth dropped open. "I better go down to speak to him. I bet he's panicking." Kurt stopped, "How are you holding up?"

Santana grimaced. "I'm just going to change the subject," she laughed. "Have you finished moving in?"

"Just about."

Santana gazed at Kurt fondly, "I've never said this to you before, Kurt, but I shudder to think of where Blaine might have ended up if he had not met you."

Kurt laughed trying to shrug off her generous words. He was surprised though. Whilst the Blaine and Santana relationship had worked amazingly, the past year had done little to change Santana's personality and any genuine kind words from Santana was a rarity indeed.

Kurt was about to respond when Santana's phone beeped. She pulled it free, a gentle smile coming to her face. "I have to make a move. I'm going to be late."

"Meeting?"

Santana nodded her head, "Just some last minute things to finalize." She stepped forward and gave Kurt another peck on the cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow night if I don't see you beforehand."

Kurt squeezed her hand and waited for the door to close behind her before he took a shaky breath. All of this, Blaine's home, was going to be his home from now on. He had all but moved in, only three boxes remained back at the share house he had lived in with Rachel, Finn, Mercedes and Sam. It had been good timing really. The owners had returned from their year of travels and with Mercedes and Sam now engaged and Rachel and Finn furiously working together to get their business up and running, Blaine had asked Kurt if he wanted to make that move, for them to live together.

Logistically, it wasn't like it was going to be too much of a change, Kurt was over there more times than not and he had already staked out a good portion of Blaine's walk-in-wardrobe and several drawers in his bathroom. It was the meaning of the gesture that had more impact on Kurt than anything else, that there was a man who wanted Kurt in his life, in every shape and form, every day.

Kurt left his bag on the table, tossed the remains of his apple in the bin in the kitchen and headed back towards the hallway. The basement was probably the only place in the house that was still Blaine's domain. And Kurt had absolutely no problems with that, especially after Blaine had gone ahead and informed Kurt that he planned to empty out one of the guest rooms, so Kurt could use as is his own private study and design room. The basement was where Blaine made his music. It even housed a proper recording studio. Kurt was often down there with him, but it was the one place where Kurt didn't want to intrude or clutter Blaine's creative space.

He could hear Blaine playing as soon as he opened the basement door. His hand slid down the railing while he descended, the whole time letting the music soak into his pores, the sound of Blaine's clear voice giving him goose bumps. He reached the bottom of the stairs and rounded the corner to find Blaine's studio door ajar. It was an open invitation, if Blaine had been in the depths of a massive creative moment, the door would have been closed. Kurt gently pushed it so he could enter, and his stomach instantly quivered at the sight of the man. He didn't think he would ever get used to knowing that Blaine was his.

Kurt crossed his arms over his chest. Blaine's head was down, his unruly curls falling over his forehead, his body rocking slightly as he played his guitar. It was the one thing that Kurt had never gotten used to; the amount of guitars that Blaine owned. There was at least one in every room. He watched Blaine as he played but it appeared that Blaine was aware of Kurt's presence from the moment he arrived. He stopped singing and lifted his head.

"Did you enjoy your last day?" he asked straightaway. Kurt closed the distance between them and kissed Blaine on the lips.

"Yeah. I really feel like I'm on my way now, you know." Kurt looked behind him and finding the sofa chair free, sat down. It had taken a long time to pluck up the courage and make the decision to go back and study interior design. Blaine had been responsible. He had come across one of Kurt's design portfolios at the share house and had shown it to a big name home decorator and designer in LA. The man had come back with some kind and constructive words, even offering Kurt a possibility of an internship if he continued with his studies.

"I'm glad you're happy," Blaine said softly.

"I'm always happy when I'm with you," Kurt replied.

Blaine smiled in his direction but Kurt saw a sudden shift in his eyes. His smile disappeared and Blaine's expression turned pensive. The ambience in the room seemed to change as well in the sudden silence that had fallen, matching the heavy mood that Blaine now wore on his brow. It wasn't often that Blaine stilled like this, that he would allow the tension and nervousness that was running through his body pour into his eyes.

Kurt waited patiently through the quiet that sat between them. It was obvious that the tour was weighing heavily on Blaine's thoughts. Everything that he had been working towards would be tested and judged the following night. It was daunting.

Blaine slowly placed his guitar down beside him, stood up and walked towards Kurt, Kurt following his every movement, frozen to his seat, his insides buzzing with anticipation.

"You know," Blaine began putting his knees up onto the couch and settling his weight over Kurt's thighs. "I always feel rather edgy and stressed before I start a new tour."

Kurt rubbed Blaine's sides tenderly. "You never need to ask, Blaine," Kurt said, his voice low. "Just take my hand and I'll gladly join you upstairs."

Blaine's hand came to rest on Kurt's shoulder. He leaned down and kissed Kurt slowly, playing with his lips and teasing him with his tongue. He pulled away slightly and rested his forehead on Kurt's. "I was actually thinking of here," he whispered giving the slightest roll of his hips to emphasize, "on this sofa."

Kurt's eyebrows rose, his breathing instantly increased, and he began to rub his hands over Blaine's thighs. "Well, we have done it everywhere else in the house, why not here as well?"

Blaine smiled, "My thoughts exactly." He kissed Kurt again, deeply and urgently before he shifted his weight back and rose to his feet. "Don't move," he told Kurt. Blaine turned, jogged out of the room and a couple of seconds later, Kurt heard Blaine's feet pounding up the stairs.

Kurt stared at the empty door longingly, his body aching. It amazed him how even after all the time they had been together, Blaine still never failed to turn him on in a second flat. Heck, Blaine could still turn him on with just a bat of his eyelids. Kurt's hands moved to the buttons on his fitted shirt, and he started to undo them one by one. He would be naked, ready, and waiting by the time Blaine returned. Kurt smiled to himself, and he couldn't help his thoughts from returning to that first night.

Blaine poured Kurt a glass of wine while he sat on one of the stools in Blaine's kitchen.

"You have a nice home," Kurt said quietly. "I really like it."

Blaine flashed him a large grin, "You know what I like?"

Kurt shook his head.

"I like how you've suddenly gone all bashful and shy."

Kurt started to blush.

"Back at the park you were all confident and firm, and then on the journey home you were all chatty talking to your Dad on my phone, telling him everything was alright. And now here you are, in my home, looking lost and confused." Blaine came around to the other side of the counter, sat down beside him and looped Kurt's fingers with his own.

"I'm just... It's my first time here, Blaine," Kurt explained while Blaine took a healthy sip from his own glass. "I think I'm always a little uncomfortable in new surroundings, you know. And I don't want to put you out or do something to upset you." Kurt looked around the room again.

"Hey," Blaine said softly, tugging on his hand, "we're a couple now, make yourself at home. And anyway, after what happened this morning with that impossible position on page 68, you never need to be shy with me ever again."

Kurt couldn't help but giggle at their failed attempt. Their sexual adventures that morning had certainly destroyed some of the hesitations that had still existed between them. Kurt's heart also warmed when he heard the word 'couple'. He leaned forward, dropped his hand to rest on Blaine's side and kissed him softly, enjoying the taste of the wine that was still on Blaine's lips.

Blaine's eyes fell to Kurt's lips too and he quickly reached out for Kurt's hand again. "I still can't believe you're here, to be honest."

They stared at each other, and Kurt could feel his body begin to tingle as the unspoken tension began to build. He knew exactly where this conversation and evening were going and he was more than happy with that. Tonight would be the first night that they would have sex in Blaine's home. He downed the rest of his wine in one go and slid off his chair. "I think I'm going to go have a shower and freshen up." He eyes lifted to the ceiling. "Can I use yours?"

"I wouldn't want you to use any other," Blaine said following with his eyes as Kurt circled around him. "Can I join you?" he asked hopefully.

It was Kurt's turn to give Blaine a large smile. He leaned back in and placed a quick peck on his lips, "Give me a couple of minutes' head start."

The water from Blaine's shower was hot and reviving, giving Kurt newfound energy. It had been a long, hot day. One filled with many stressful, sweaty moments and after being in the car for so long, Kurt really wanted to scrub himself clean before Blaine got his hands all over him. He was only half way through his shower routine though, when Blaine stuck his head into the bathroom.

"The pizza's arrived. Did you want to have it downstairs or do you want to stay in my room and watch the TV while we eat?" he asked, the two large boxes of pizza in his hands.

Kurt turned around in surprise, his body covered in a soapy thick lather. Blaine's triangular shaped shower left nowhere for anyone to hide.

"Um, the bedroom sounds fine."

Kurt wasn't about to be shy however, and he was more than aware that Blaine had stepped further into the bathroom to get a better view. He let the water glide over his body and wash away the soap to reveal his bare skin.

"Now there's a sight I could get used to," Blaine spoke lustfully.

Kurt gave Blaine a wink and he purposely slowed down. He ran his hands over his skin at a teasing pace and turned his body this way and that to give Blaine a clear view of every angle, and the way Blaine's eyes sank to his crotch only spurred Kurt's arousal more. "See something you like?" Kurt asked over his shoulder.

Blaine licked his lips, "Hmm, don't you know it."

He suddenly disappeared into his bedroom to dispose of the pizzas and hurried back, already stripping off the clothes he was wearing, the same outfit that he had worn on Ellen. They quickly became a pile on the floor.

"As if I'm going to let you shower alone on your first night in my home?" Blaine told him as he entered the cubicle.

Kurt stepped back and tried to control his breathing. Why was it so much more exciting when he knew he was in Blaine's shower?

"Come here," Kurt breathed. He grabbed Blaine's hand and pulled.

A sharp gasp of air escaped Kurt's lungs as Blaine pushed him up against the tiled wall. Blaine kissed Kurt, sliding his hands all over Kurt's smooth wet body. He lowered himself down and placed soft kisses over Kurt's chest, rubbing his hands over Kurt's thighs. Blaine caressed and opened Kurt, kissing and mouthing over every inch of him until Blaine rose back to his feet and urged Kurt to turn around. It appeared that their time in the hotel room had restored some of Blaine's stamina and if Kurt's assumptions were right, Blaine intended to fuck him relentlessly and mercilessly. It was going to be like that first night back in the hotel room, the first night when they had ever had sex, the night of Blaine's crazy and wild party. Kurt moaned, closed his eyes and used the wall for support lest he would fall from the drunkenness effect of Blaine's affections.

There was a wide tiled ledge in the shower suitable for sitting on and if the shower nozzle was angled properly the water could still run down over a person's shoulders and back. Blaine stood behind Kurt and guided his leg, lifting it high to rest on the ledge while the other maintained his weight on the floor, the position effectively spreading Kurt wide. Kurt moaned again in anticipation and hung his head allowing the beads of water to run down his face and fall from his chin.

Blaine entered him slowly ensuring Kurt's balance was sound but once he was confident Kurt was ready, he secured his grip on Kurt's hips and began to thrust powerfully. Kurt gasped with each movement, keeping one hand splayed out on the tiles in front of him to prevent his head from hitting the wall and the other on the ledge to support his weight. And, oh boy, did it feel good. The feel of Blaine sliding in and out, over and over, his hands holding him firmly, coupled with the speed and deepness that he went. Blaine was truly fucking him, fucking him raw and primal.

But they were both going to be selfish in their eagerness to satisfy each other. After several minutes, Kurt pushed back and forced Blaine against the opposite wall of the shower. Kurt worked the ledge to his convenience and positioned his hands to support himself as began to set his own pace, riding Blaine and angling himself where he liked. Blaine's moans only spurred Kurt on and he rocked his hips back faster.

They experimented with several positions, Kurt on his hands and knees, Blaine holding Kurt face first against the wall, until Blaine found the most perfect one of all. Kurt sat on the ledge, his legs over Blaine's shoulders and let Blaine take him. Kurt cried out at the intensity of the position, the depth that it allowed Blaine as he pounded over and over again into him.

The memory of that first night always made Kurt hard. He rubbed a hand over the front of his trousers knowing that Blaine had already returned to the basement and was standing behind him. He had returned much faster than Kurt had anticipated, his feet loud on the stairs. "You always did enjoy watching me strip," Kurt said keeping his back to the door.

Without waiting for a response, Kurt leaned forward and eased his tight trousers over the curve of his buttocks and down his thighs. He heard Blaine suck in his breath.

"Can you blame me?" Blaine asked, leaning against the doorframe his arms crossed, a gentle smile on his lips.

Kurt was in a happy mood and he was determined to try to make Blaine forget about all his concerns for the next night, even if it was only for five minutes. He pushed his fingers under the top of his underwear, smiled at Blaine over his shoulder and wiggled his butt.

"No, you can't blame me," Blaine said hungrily.

Kurt pushed his underwear down in one go, bending over and giving Blaine a more than generous view of his bare ass.

Staying at the door was not going to be an option any longer. Blaine tossed the tube of lube he had retrieved from upstairs through the air for Kurt to catch, his only mission now to get his hands onto Kurt's ass.

He ran his fingers over the smooth skin of Kurt's buttocks. "You're going to pay for that," Blaine muttered. He held Kurt in place, knelt down and placed a teasing nip on Kurt's right cheek. Kurt gasped and began to squirm as Blaine stuck out his tongue and trailed over the top of Kurt's buttocks before rising to his feet and turning Kurt around to face him.

"Sofa," Blaine whispered. He lowered his hands and began to remove his own clothing. "I'm going to ride you today."

Kurt eyebrows rose. It looked like Blaine really did need a stress reliever. Kurt nodded and pulled Blaine along until the sofa was behind them. "Are you always like this before a tour?" he asked.

Blaine nodded eagerly and eased his jeans to the floor.

Kurt sat down and smiled up at Blaine. "Well, I'm all yours."

Blaine reached out with his hand and cupped Kurt's head, his only intentions to release his pent up stress. His other hand came up to his crotch and he started to stroke over himself, over and over making himself hard, right before Kurt's eyes.

Kurt watched. He wouldn't have been able to look anywhere else if he tried, the sight of Blaine growing larger and larger. He swallowed deeply, his mouth watering, and he brought both hands up to Blaine's underwear. He met Blaine's gaze, pulled his underwear down and leaned forward, ducking his head and opening his mouth wide. Blaine's head dropped back and he instinctively clasped his fingers into Kurt's hair.

"Touch me, Kurt," Blaine whispered. Kurt pulled free and Blaine leaned down to kiss him wet and hot but pulled away instantly when Kurt's slick fingers pressed inside. Blaine let out a groan and before he could get used to the sensation, Kurt opened his mouth again and swallowed him whole.

That first night, Kurt remembered, after they had had sex in the shower, they had collapsed in Blaine's bed eating pizza, all the while chatting lightly and watching the TV. They had kissed and cuddled their stomachs full and satisfied, the stress of the day catching up with both of them. Blaine had turned out the lights and they had curled up in each other's arms the TV still playing in the background and slowly, slowly, Blaine had started to drift off.

Kurt had held off for as long as possible, waiting for Blaine to fall asleep first. He had lain still for five minutes, his vision blurry and watery but when he finally believed that Blaine had fallen into a deep sleep, he turned slowly releasing himself from Blaine's hold just slightly. Kurt remembered staring, staring at the man he was in love with and all he could remember was feeling utterly and undoubtedly at peace.

Blaine moaned loudly and Kurt's eyes snapped back open to find Blaine staring at him intently, his hand firmly gripping around the curve of Kurt's neck. Kurt had let his mind run free to distract him from the beautiful vision of Blaine on top of him. He wanted to make himself last and let Blaine take all that he needed.

Blaine's breath was short, his eyes closed, skin flushed, and his hips rolling rhythmically over Kurt's while Kurt sat deep inside him. Blaine lifted his other hand up grasping Kurt behind the back of his head and with his eyes still closed, he found Kurt's lips.

And when Blaine's breath slowed down and became even more excited in that familiar breathing pattern that Kurt knew so well, Kurt reached down and took Blaine into his hands. Their eyes met briefly and Blaine nodded in thanks, another low moan escaping his lips as Kurt increased his speed.

Kurt chuckled fondly up at him.

"Shut up," Blaine mumbled, "you know you always break me in this position."

Kurt leaned in and kissed him gently but Blaine couldn't reciprocate, he only continued to move, up and down now, his weight supported on his knees, his breath short, hot and excited on Kurt's lips.

"Come on babe," Kurt whispered, "come for me. You're nearly th...."

Kurt didn't get to finish his sentence. Blaine's head snapped back, he let out his two quick short gasps and Kurt felt the muscles in Blaine's ass spasm and clench around him.

Kurt held him quietly while Blaine recovered.

"I seem to have gotten you good," he panted a few moments later.

Kurt rubbed Blaine's back gently and looked down at his chest. He shrugged, "It'll be my turn in a moment."

Blaine nodded and brought their lips together again, and slowly, slowly began to move his hips over Kurt, more than aware that he was yet to come.

"Stand up and bend over," Kurt told him all of a sudden, patting at Blaine's sides.

Blaine obeyed. He rose off of Kurt, eased back onto his feet and waited while Kurt hastily dabbed at his chest save making a mess on the floor. Impatient however, Blaine grabbed the tissue and tossed it to the floor.

"We can clean up later," he growled.

Kurt raised an eyebrow, "Blaine!"

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him to his feet, his body aching for more. "Just fuck me, Kurt." And with that, Blaine bent over the sofa and held onto the back, his ass high in the air.

Kurt rubbed Blaine's butt cheeks gently before giving them a firm pat each. He squeezed then held them apart and eased his way inside. "Blaine," he spoke softly as he began to rock back and forth.

"Hmm?"

"Your ass is delightful," Kurt said and nothing, nothing could change his mind as Blaine began to moan under him over and over with each and every thrust.

The concert was an utter success. Kurt stood proudly in the wings of the stage, his face beaming and insides glowing with pride while Blaine stirred up the audience one last time. It couldn't have gone any better. Blaine's news songs had been received just as loudly as his old ones. He strutted his stuff on stage, flirted with the audience, and then composed himself while he poured his heart out over the piano. He kept everyone on edge, no one ever knowing what he was going to do next; but the combination of the two styles had blended well, taking the audience on one hell of a roller coaster ride. Kurt knew that Blaine had never felt happier or free. This was his music, his passion, his heart and soul.

By the end, the crowd was in a constant uproar, the stage flickering continually in a maddening blur of lights and confetti as professional photographers and fans captured the moment for eternity. Kurt could feel the tears come to his eyes. After everything that Blaine had been through, it was as if it was only tonight that he had truly made it.

Warm fingers clasped gently around Kurt's forearm and he turned his head to see Santana standing behind him. She wrapped her hands around his body and squeezed him tightly. "Do you think it was a success?" she yelled into his ear.

Kurt didn't bother to reply. He laughed, wiped at one tear that had managed to run free, and turned to watch Blaine again.

Several hours later once all the obligatory formalities had been completed, they walked towards their car, Kurt's arm looped through Rachel's; with and Finn, Mercedes and Sam walking a short distance behind. They were chatting excitedly, reliving different parts of the night, all of them high on the buzz. Santana and Blaine had remained behind for one last short interview but would continue on to the after party a short time later. Kurt wanted everyone to be at the hotel first to cheer Blaine in when he arrived.

Outside, the main crowd of fans had dispersed and left a long time ago but there were still several small groups behind the barriers at the back of the building, waiting and praying for just that one glimpse of their idol. There were several moans of disappointment when their small group shuffled past without Blaine.

"Kurt! Kurt!"

Kurt stopped at the sound of his name. He was sure he recognized the voice and he turned in the direction of where it had come from just to be sure that his ears were not playing tricks on him. His eyebrows rose in surprise and he stepped forward. He had been right.

"Kevin!" Kurt exclaimed.

He leaned forward and reached for Kevin's outstretched hand to shake it. They paused and thinking better of it took a step closer and hugged. "What are you doing here?" Kurt asked while they embraced. They parted and he gave Kevin the once over ensuring that he looked well. "Were you here for the concert?"

Kevin smiled, his eyes twinkling happily in the evening light. "Of course, I wouldn't miss it for the world!"

They stood for a second assessing whether any damage still existed, but with a satisfied smile from each other it was obvious that there were no hard feelings, no remorse, no regrets, just a friendship that had managed to survive.

"You look well," Kurt finally said his hands coming to rest comfortably on his thighs, in his typical manner.

Kevin laughed, "As do you. I heard that you started studying again." Kurt nodded surprised once again. News sure did spread fast. "That's good Kurt," Kevin continued. "I'm really glad that you're back on track with your life and that you're happy."

Kurt hung his head. Kevin still managed to blow him away with just how much of a decent human being he was. "Thank you," he replied simply.

Kevin turned then and tugged on another man's hand who was talking amongst a small group of people behind him. "Kurt," he began proudly, "I'd like to introduce you to my fiancé, Dave!"

Kurt's eyes shot up again and unable to stop himself, he started to jump up and down on the spot. He shook the man's hand, hugged Kevin once again and called over to Rachel and Mercedes who had decided to stop a short distance away to give Kurt and Kevin some privacy.

More introductions and reunions took place as Finn and Sam joined them too. They chatted for a few minutes and Kurt's eyes kept wandering back and forth between Kevin and Dave. Kurt smiled. It was clear that Kevin had found someone who also cared deeply about him.

"I'm so happy for you," Kurt said to Kevin after Rachel had finally calmed down. "I really am."

"Thanks," Kevin replied politely. He looked over his shoulder. "We're going to have to get going. We're meeting up with some friends. I spotted you as you came out the door and I had to say hello."

They shared a moment, silent as they stared, and then with another friendly laugh they stepped up and hugged in farewell.

"I'll see you around," Kurt said.

"Likewise." Kevin started to move off but he suddenly turned back. "Oh! And this goes without saying, Blaine's new songs were awesome."

Kurt nodded and turned to head back to the car, but it wasn't before he heard Finn behind him still talking, "Dude, we should watch a game again."

"Agreed," Kurt heard Kevin respond.

Kurt smiled to himself. Tonight couldn't get any better.

The after party was as much a success as Blaine's concert. It was a small affair but it was still loud, and Kurt could tell that Blaine was enjoying himself. Kurt had actually taken it on himself to plan the event and unlike Blaine's other after parties where Sebastian had invited every man under the sun that Blaine didn't know, Blaine knew every person who was standing in the hotel room. It was a nice mix of close friends and those who had helped out over the past couple of months in getting Blaine's tour and new music to happen.

Kurt took a step back and surveyed the scene. Yes, the energy was lively and happy but it was connected, among mutual friends everyone sincerely having a good time. He took a glass of wine from a waiter and headed towards Rachel. She was standing in a small group with Finn, Mercedes and Sam and some other close acquaintances talking animatedly.

"So, we heard today that everything is on track and we'll be opening up our first Theatre Restaurant in the next month," she stated, her face beaming while she wrapped an arm around Finn's waist.

Finn leaned down and they placed a kiss on each other's lips.

"It's all happening now," Finn agreed when they had pulled away. He nodded at Blaine who came to join them as well, the pair finally having resolved their differences over the past year. He leaned forward and they bumped fists. "Tonight was awesome," Finn told him.

Blaine nodded in thanks and turned to Rachel who also stepped forward to give him a hug. "You did so well!" she exclaimed. She pulled back quickly though, "Not to turn the attention off you so quickly, but I know you would want to hear this Blaine." Rachel gave a quick look in Mercedes' direction. "Mercedes has got some exciting news!"

Mercedes waved her hand, trying to play down Rachel's excitement. Kurt looked at her expectantly and she sighed, "Some music producer guy was at Rachel's diner the other night and he approached me after I sang some songs, says he knows some people who might be interested."

"Mercedes!" Blaine exclaimed.

Kurt's face dropped, "Mercedes! That's amazing!"

"Oh, I don't know," Mercedes began.

"Would you just stop it?" Sam berated her, gently looping his arm around her shoulders. "I have a feeling this is going to be your big break."

"Hmm, I think Sam might be right," Kurt cut in, "and since you always shot down my efforts to get Blaine to help you..."

"As if I would let you do that," Mercedes quickly cut in.

Blaine faked a glare, "You know I didn't mind."

Mercedes squirmed uncomfortably but Kurt continued, "It was just a few songs that I was going to get him to slip to some people, but seriously Mercedes, you have to let this happen if they're really interested in you."

Mercedes looked around their small group of friends nervously. "Okay," she breathed. "If they are legit, I'll do it."

"Who were they?" Blaine asked Rachel.

Rachel stepped closer and they began to talk quietly amongst themselves as the conversation moved on.

Kurt took another sip of his wine and smiled round his small circle of friends as they chatted. So much had changed in the past year and they were all moving forward, but they were closer than ever. Nothing was going to change that.

Blaine's arms suddenly encircled Kurt's waist from behind. He lowered his head close to Kurt's ear, "Come with me. I want to talk to you."

"Oh?" Kurt asked. Blaine pulled on his hand and started to guide him away. Kurt glanced back and couldn't help but blush when his friends started wolf-whistling in their direction. It was nice to know maturity and tact was never lost on them.

Blaine guided Kurt across the room and towards the balcony.

The night air was cool and soft but Kurt was concerned. "Is everything alright?" he asked turning to take Blaine's hand in his. "Is something wrong with the party?"

Blaine moved towards him narrowing his eyes and Kurt tilted his head in wonder.

"Everything's fine," Blaine responded. He took another step closer and backed Kurt up against the wall in between the railing and the glass sliding doors.

The gaze that Blaine was giving him, Kurt remembered it well. It was his stormy, scruffy rock star look, similar to the ones that Kurt had witnessed during their first encounters. Everything about Blaine's appearance right then and there screamed crazy rock star. It made Kurt's knees go weak.

"You know, out of all the things I've ever done at an after party," Blaine began stepping into Kurt's space and resting his body against Kurt's, pinning him to the wall. He even placed one arm on the wall beside Kurt's head. "There's only one thing I've never done."

He's doing the lean! The lean! Kurt screamed inside his head. How was it, after all this time, Blaine could still turn his brain into mush, and make him vulnerable to all of his whims?

Blaine leaned closer and nuzzled into Kurt's neck, breathing deeply to absorb every last bit of his scent. His lips honed in even closer and trailed over Kurt's neck, up to his ear and along his cheek.

"I've bet you've done everything possibly imaginable, Blaine Anderson," Kurt managed to respond. He felt Blaine's lips draw up into a smile.

"Aaah, and here I was thinking that we were on a first name basis," Blaine responded. He ran his hand down the side of Kurt's face and grazed his lips over Kurt's other cheek down towards his lips.

"Oh, I don't know if we've made it that far yet," Kurt mumbled over Blaine's lips.

"Hmm, well we might have to do something about that, which brings me back to why I brought you out here in the first place," Blaine stated running his hand down Kurt's side before he squeezed it in between the wall and Kurt's butt cheek. It only welded them closer together and Kurt panted at the feel of how turned on Blaine was.

Blaine's eyes crinkled fully aware of the impact he was having. "I've done many things," he said huskily, "but there's one thing, just one," he gave Kurt another kiss and a squeeze of his butt, "that I've never done before."

Kurt closed his eyes and swallowed deeply. Just what had Blaine never done before? They had shared so much over the past year, he couldn't imagine. Thank goodness Blaine was leaning into him in such a manner. Kurt would have fallen over otherwise. Heat poured through Kurt's body and straight down into his pants and he dared to ask, had to ask, "What haven't you done before?"

Blaine smiled and leaned back in to kiss Kurt deeply. He grinded slowly and slid his hand that had been on Kurt's butt cheek inside of his trousers.

Oh, good heavens.

"I think I've fucked someone in every shape and form, and in every position possible."

Kurt quickly put his fingers on Blaine's lips. "Not exactly what I want to hear right now," he teased. Kurt lowered his hands, glanced at the balcony door to ensure that they were still alone and eased Blaine's zip down.

Blaine gasped and kissed him hungrily. "That one thing..." Blaine swallowed quickly as Kurt found him. "That I never did with anyone else..." he leaned and kissed Kurt when his fingers circled around him. "I want to do with you tonight."

Kurt closed his eyes. Oh, oh, oh, Blaine was such a tease. He looked back across the balcony, his thoughts going elsewhere for a second. "Well, I don't know how lucky you're going to get because this party isn't like your usual crazy ones. I think everyone would notice if we disappeared into one of the bedrooms."

Blaine managed a smile, "It's never bothered me before." He closed his eyes at the feel of Kurt's hand before speaking again. "The truth is Kurt, after a concert, I've never taken someone home. It's always been in the hotels because it was always about the fucking, just the one night stands." He kissed Kurt opened mouthed and Kurt's thoughts jumped back to the night in the limo when Rachel had told him how Blaine always stayed in hotels when he was on tour. "I want to take you home," Blaine continued, "to our home and fuck you senseless."

Kurt pulled away. "Are you serious? You've never ever taken anyone home after a concert or even a gig? Never?"

Blaine shook his head completely serious. "I never wanted to mix the two before. Home is home, it was always my place away from everything else, but you are one hundred percent apart of that now." Blaine looked deeply into Kurt's eyes.

Kurt was speechless. How could he respond to something like that? "Blaine," he finally whispered softly, gazing into his eyes.

"I know it sounds stupid, but it's actually been one of my fantasies. To have a concert, go home with the man I love and do all the crazy things I want with his naked body and just lie there..."

"Skin on skin," Kurt finished for him.

"Skin on skin," Blaine repeated.

Kurt didn't say anything. He only dared to stare dreamily into Blaine's eyes.

"Do you want to do that?" Blaine asked. "Do you want to leave all this, leave the party and go home with me?"

Kurt smiled and lowered both his hands to ensure Blaine's jeans were presentable again. Their eyes met and Kurt gently stroked Blaine's face, "Yes, Blaine. I want to go home with you." He took Blaine's hand into his and squeezed it gently. "I wouldn't have it any other way."