Two weeks later

Kurt had met up with Blaine a few times in the past two weeks on what he guessed you could call dates. They'd been out to dinner, went to the movies and when their hands accidently brushed together on the walk home from their last 'date' neither of them had complained when they stayed hand-in-hand for the rest of the walk home.

Kurt was of the opinion that Blaine was pretty much the perfect human being. He listened to Kurt, he was adorable, he had the kindest personality and Kurt was pretty sure he was falling hard for Blaine. They hadn't kissed or anything yet but the connection was there and it was stronger than anything Kurt had ever felt with anyone else.

Blaine made him feel special, like Kurt mattered to him. Callum never made Kurt feel like that. Blaine made Kurt feel truly happy on the inside, like warmth radiated throughout him every time he was near Blaine.

He just hoped that Blaine felt the same way.

It was 7pm on Sunday night, 15 days after Blaine and Kurt first met. Kurt was laid on the sofa, in his 'lazy day' clothes, sweatpants and an old t-shirt, a book in his hand and he was almost falling asleep, sitting in contented warmth. Rachel had gone to visit Finn for the evening so he was alone.

Until, a noise startled him. A loud tap at the window. He frowned and looked at the window, covered by the shut curtains. He shook his head; he presumed his sleepy state was making him hear things and turned back to his book.

Tap.

He squinted at the window to see if he could see anything but nothing unusual was there. He swung his legs off the sofa and wandered over to the window. Pulling the curtains apart he saw Blaine standing on the steps of the apartment building, a cute grin on his face. Kurt opened the window and returned the smile. "Hello" he said.

"Hi" Blaine replied. "How do you fancy going on a little drive with me?"

"Of course, but you couldn't have knocked on the door like a normal person?" Kurt asked, raising his eyebrows.

Blaine began to blush a little. "Er, I thought it was romantic. Sorry" he stuttered out.

"It was" Kurt grinned back shyly. "Gimme 5 minutes"

"Blaine, seriously, where are we going?" Kurt said, they'd been driving for about 10 minutes and Blaine was refusing to say anything about their destination.

"All in good time Kurt!" Blaine replied, tapping his nose in secrecy.

"You're not gonna abandon me in some forest are you?"

"Where am I gonna find a forest in New York?"

"I don't know, Central Park can be pretty scary at night" Kurt chuckled.

"Well, I promise I will never leave you alone in a big scary forest" Blaine chuckled in return, he took a deep breath in and took one of his hands off the steering wheel, grabbing Kurt's hand off his lap and gently stroking his thumb across the back of Kurt's hand.

Kurt bit his lip to try and stop the massive grin that was slowly spreading across his face.

"Come on. We're here" Blaine said all of a sudden, pulling up outside a massive townhouse.

"Blaine, what the hell?" Kurt's eyes widened at the sight of the house, it was just secluded enough to be away from the busy part of New York but it was still very much a New York house. It was kinda beautiful.

"Before you ask, no we aren't breaking in; this is my brother's house. He's in LA at the moment. You may have heard of him, Cooper Anderson?" Blaine said a little reluctantly.

"No way! He's your brother?!" Kurt asked, moving to stand next to Blaine as he opened the door.

"Yeah" Blaine replied quietly, he didn't really want tonight to turn into being about his brother.

He pushed open the door and was about to let Kurt pass before him when he felt a hand slip into his. "Lucky I got the better looking brother then huh?" Kurt grinned. Blaine let out a small laugh and pulled Kurt inside with him.

"I wanna show you something, follow me" Blaine said, letting go of Kurt's hand and rushing upstairs. Kurt followed him and no of course he was not admiring the view of Blaine's ass.

Blaine winked at Kurt as he began to push away a small wooden plank in the ceiling, a hastily put together rope ladder fell down and it went straight onto the roof.

"Is this safe? Going on the roof?" Kurt asked, warily, prodding one of the prongs of the ladder.

Kurt's breath hitched as he felt Blaine's hands settle on each side of his waist, his soft voice whispering in Kurt's ear "Trust me". Kurt nodded and slowly began to climb the ladder.

When he reached the top and clambered not-as-smoothly-as-he-would-have-liked onto the roof, he smiled. "Wow" he exhaled.

The view was stunning. From up here, they could see the lights and the high-rise buildings of New York from a distance but it was almost as if they were in their own little world. The roof was surprisingly flat so Kurt's previous worry had disappeared.

Kurt glanced sideways and noticed Blaine was sat on a blanket, patting the empty space next to him for Kurt to come sit down, which he did so willingly.

"This is beautiful" Kurt said, smiling at Blaine.

"So are you" Blaine replied instantly.

Kurt opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. "I, er…"

"Don't deny it. You are. Or at least, I think you are" Blaine said quietly, his voice becoming soft and very adorable.

"What was tonight about exactly Blaine?" Kurt said after a moment. "Or what are we?" he added, gesturing between themselves.

Blaine shuffled nearer to Kurt on his knees and stopped almost directly in front of him.

"I like you Kurt. I really do. There is something about you that I have never felt with anyone else. It's like I've been looking for you forever and here you are. You're kind, you're clever, you have the best sense of humour ever, and you're just amazing. So I guess tonight was my long-winded way of asking if you would be my boyf-" Blaine was cut off by a pair of lips firmly attaching themselves to his.

Kurt pulled back and grinned at the shocked man in front of him. "Yes" was all he had to say before leaning back in to kiss Blaine. Blaine looped his arms around Kurt to drag him in closer and smiled against the kiss. When oxygen became a necessity, they pulled back and hugged for what seemed like a lifetime to Kurt.

He felt safe in Blaine's arms, it was warm and it felt like coming home.

Soon enough, they were laid down, Kurt resting his head on Blaine's chest, looking up towards the sky. "I haven't seen the stars since I moved out of Ohio" Kurt said wistfully.

"You're from Ohio?" Blaine asked in mild shock.

"Yeah…why?" Kurt said, looking up at his boyfriend. God, did he love saying that word.

"I'm from Ohio!" Blaine exclaimed.

"You're kidding?! Where? I'm from Lima"

"Columbus. But wait, Lima….McKinley High right?"

"Okay, that's creepy, how did you know that?!"

"Um, 2010, Sectionals, remember the Warblers? I was kinda the lead singer" Blaine said awkwardly.

"That was you? Oh man, I had the biggest crush on you then as well!" Kurt chuckled. Then he stilled for a moment.

"Blaine? Can I ask you something?"

"Anything"

"Why did you become a stripper?"

Blaine didn't answer, but the grip he had on Kurt's back tightened and Kurt felt his heart begin to beat a little faster through his jumper.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked softly, wiggling out of Blaine's grasp, so they were lying face to face together.

"The original plan was be a singer" Blaine began to speak softly, it was a whole new side to him that Kurt was finding adorable; the vulnerable side. "I loved singing and performing ever since I was little. And I wasn't half bad"

"If I remember correctly, you were brilliant at Sectionals" Kurt interrupted with a small smile.

Blaine shrugged in return and carried on talking. "My dad was never really over the moon I was gay, I mean he accepted it but he never asked about my love life and I think when I told him I wanted to be a singer or musician it was the last straw for him. He told me if I wanted to do this for a living, he wouldn't provide any help. So the second I turned 18, I took what my grandfather left me in his will and moved out here. I tried for ages to get a record deal, I had demos, I played in restaurants and bars until my friend Sam, he was the blonde one at the strip club anyway, told me there was an opening at his place of work. The club. The owner took one look at me and said I'd be perfect. I can't say I'm proud of what I do for living but its money and it's performing. It's a job that has gotten me enough money to go to NYU in the fall to study music. So that's the plan for now" Blaine finished his sentence and finally looked back into Kurt's eyes.

"Okay" Kurt nodded and smiled at Blaine.

"So you don't care about my job?" Blaine asked, blushing in embarrassment.

"Of course not. I like you for you and besides, I get to call that beautiful body of yours mine now" Kurt winked at him, placing his hand on Blaine's hip and snuggling closer to him.

Blaine smiled and leant his head forward to rest his forehead on Kurt's; both of them were cuddled up against someone they really cared about, under the stars.

They stayed like that for the rest of the night.