"They told me to give up on you."

"But it looks like you didn't."

They were sitting in a little cafe down the street from Kurt's apartment. It was quiet and cozy, and they came here often enough to know some of the other regulars.

They'd sat down at a little table near a window, looking out at the streets of New York. Kurt always preferred tables near windows as he liked to people watch. Or people judge, as Blaine would often say.

He'd comment on their outfits, their hair, even the attitude with which they walked. Usually Blaine just sipped his coffee and watched Kurt instead.

Today was a little different though. The cafe had started selling these rather large pink cookies in preparation for Valentine's Day, and against Kurt's better wishes, Blaine had purchased one. It really was a large cookie, and as Blaine pondered over it, Kurt stopped watching the random people on the street and instead observed his boyfriend.

It had been a mission for Blaine to figure out where to start with the cookie. When the cafe said the cookies were large, neither of the boys had predicted this large. They had handed it over on a pretty purple plate and Blaine's eyes widened at the sight. Like a kid in a candy shop, Kurt had thought.

When they sat down, Blaine just simply stared at it. "Kurt, you can't just break a piece off, this is a work of art!" he'd commented when Kurt reached forward to pick off a piece, halting Blaine's wonderstruck expressions in the process.

"Would you just... it's a cookie Blaine. Not a work of art," he huffed as he leaned back in his chair, raising his mocha to blow on it and cool it.

Blaine turned his eyes upon Kurt, "Are we even looking at the same thing?"

Kurt smiled. His boyfriend was a bit like a child sometimes, and more often than not, a large dork, but there was no one else he wanted to be with.

"It's just… it's huge."

Kurt snorted delicately, causing Blaine to raise an eyebrow at him. "What? It's just that I can think of another time you said that."

Hazel eyes widened as they darted around the room, judging their distance from any mother and children combos. "Kurt, you can't just…"

"Oh, go back to your cookie. Hope you two have fun." Kurt crossed his leg and acted cool as Blaine went back to worshipping the cookie with his gaze.

He observed Blaine's staring for a little longer before he changed his game plan. He had been planning on keeping this information a little longer, but at this rate they'd never get anywhere if Blaine didn't start eating the damn cookie.

"Rachel's got an audition today," Kurt smirked.

Blaine's eyes, however, did not lift from the pink masterpiece in front of him, "Oh, that's great, does she think she's going to get it?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Of course she thinks she's going to get it, she's Rachel." He waited for Blaine to catch on, but he didn't. So he decided to throw him a bone, "it's about an hour away, that is if the train works according to her schedule."

That did it. Kurt watched the spark light in his boyfriend's eyes. "Wait... an hour away? Two hours of travel and... however long she's there for?"

"Yep. And she said that if it goes well, she might go visit Quinn after, since it's a weekend and everything," Kurt rolled the words off his tongue, enticing Blaine in, "Said she'd call when she was heading home."

Blaine continued his staring, but this time he directed it at Kurt, the colours in his eyes shifting. "When is her audition?"

Kurt's grin grew, glancing up at the nearest clock, "Around 4. She should be leaving in a bit."

The taller man then watched as Blaine all but launched himself on the cookie, breaking it and starting to devour it.

"Hey, hey, slow down. She hasn't left yet. Enjoy the monstrous treat." Kurt stuck out his hand between Blaine's and the plate, hoping to block him from grabbing more pieces.

"God, but Kurt, it's been-"

"I know. But with you in this frenzy, it won't take us long to get back there, so we might as well sit here for a little longer. Besides, I wanted to try that, too." Kurt pointed to the now mess of a cookie sitting in front of them.

Blaine sighed and slumped back into his seat, now resigned to the knowledge that he would have to wait.

Kurt reached forward, took hold of one of the pieces of the cookie, and popped it in his mouth. Blaine watched as he chewed on it with a delighted expression on his face. "This is really good, you know. I hope you were enjoying it as you shovelled it into your mouth."

The curly haired man had meant to say something intelligent, witty even, if he couldn't make the mark of smart right now, but instead he just whined out his boyfriend's name.

They had always planned on seeing each other all the time when they moved to New York, and they actually had made good on that promise. However, most of the time when they saw each other, it was either in public places, like this one, or at either of their places, which at Kurt's apartment, included one Rachel Berry. At Blaine's dorm, his roommate.

They'd have been more than pleased to move in with each other, but Blaine's parents had insisted that he live in a dorm on campus for his college career, and so that's where he ended up. Kurt found it cheaper to live off campus than at his school, and ended shacking up with Rachel in a tiny apartment.

The fact that it was tiny had not been lost on any of them. The few walls they had were thin, and after one embarrassing night where Rachel had brought home a "friend" while Kurt and Blaine watched a movie on the couch, they realized there would be no private time with the other inhabitant of the apartment there.

Kurt licked his lips as swallowed his piece of the cookie and he reached forward for some more, deciding that it was good enough that he'd indulge himself a little. He smirked as he caught Blaine's frozen expression when he leaned.

"Can I help you, Mr. Anderson?" He knew he was being a tease, but he enjoyed the flush that coloured Blaine's cheeks.

Blaine looked to the side and out the window, running a hand through his rumpled hair before looking back at Kurt and grinning. The mood was so different now that he knew they were going back to an apartment that would be empty for hours, with a lovely phone call that would alert them to clean up anything they knocked over in their haste and to put some clothes back on.

"I'm not sure there's anything you can do to help me in this coffee shop." Blaine reached down for a piece of the cookie. It had been pretty delicious, if he was being honest, when he was stuffing them down. Might as well appreciate it.

They sat there for another 10 minutes, each peeking glances at the time all the while. Kurt, with the intention of knowing when they could leave. Blaine, more so because he wanted to know how long Kurt would keep him there.

When they'd finished the cookie, commenting lightly on how good it actually was, Kurt drank the last of his mocha, setting the cup down on the table with purpose, and stared directly at Blaine. The curly haired man immediately took that as his cue and threw back the last of his coffee and stood up to return the plate to the people at the counter, gushing over how delightful it had been.

When he returned to the table, Kurt was standing up and putting on his coat. Blaine instinctively reached up for the collar of it and helped shrug it onto Kurt's shoulders. The moment turned fond and sweet as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's cheek.

Kurt leaned into it and then turned to whisper in the shorter man's ear, "Rachel will have left by now."

Blaine pulled back and grabbed Kurt's hand, tugging the other man out of the café, and grabbing his coat along the way. Kurt couldn't help but giggle as he did so.

They had all but run back to the apartment and made it up three flights of stairs and to the door of Kurt's apartment before they let their hormones get the best of them. Blaine pressing himself into Kurt's back and nibbling at his neck while he tried to unlock the door.

"Blaine, you know I can't–" Kurt had started to say before Blaine cut him off by sneaking his hands under his jacket and shirt, caressing his stomach. Kurt's head dropped forward, hitting the door, and the sharp sting of it brought back enough clarity to be able to unlock the apartment and stumble in.

As soon as they were inside, with the door shut behind them, Kurt spun around and captured Blaine's mouth with his. He moaned into it as he reached up, dug his fingers into dark curls, and pulled him closer.

Blaine made no objections and went willingly, pulling his hands out from under Kurt's layers to start taking them off instead.

Kurt pulled his lips back as Blaine moved down his neck, fingers still unbuttoning Kurt's jacket, then moving inside to his shirt, and called out, "Rachel?" just in case something in her plans had changed last minute.

When there was no reply, Kurt launched back at Blaine with extra gusto, pulling his face back up to his and then moving his hands to tug Blaine's coat off and immediately pulling his shirt off over his head afterwards. Reaching around to smooth his hands down Blaine's back he pulled him close and reveled at the feel against the part of his chest that the shorter man had revealed.

Blaine hummed at the action and pushed his hands up Kurt's sides and over his shoulders, rolling the jacket and shirt off together. It was a testament to how long it had been that Kurt didn't react when they hit the floor.

Blaine pushed Kurt back slightly, but moved with him as well, trying to get the two of them across the small space of the living room area towards the bedroom. The backs of Kurt's knees bumped into the table and Blaine grasped at his hips to keep him upright.

Slowly but surely they found themselves on a bed. Luckily, it was Kurt's, and they hadn't found themselves lying on a plush pink duvet like that one time.

"I've missed you so much, Blaine," Kurt gasped as the other man started sucking at the skin below his collarbone.

"God, I love you," Blaine whispered back as he made his way back to Kurt's mouth, kissing a path along the way, and dipping his tongue in when he reached his destination.

Kurt couldn't help but laugh at that statement, "What's this? Becoming suddenly religious? Loving God?"

"Kurt," Blaine whined, pressing his hips into him, ceasing the laughter that came out of the brunette immediately.

The older man let out a strangled sound and pulled Blaine back down by the neck. "I love you, too," he said sincerely, looking into his eyes before kissing him again.

Blaine rocked into him and they simultaneously lost and found each other in the moment.

"I love you, I love you. Forever, Kurt. I love you."