Maybe Sunday should have felt somber, but for the most part it didn’t. Kurt found it difficult to be sad when he got to wake up still curled around Blaine. His hand was being held securely against Blaine’s chest, fingers interlaced with his own, and Kurt could feel the slow steadiness of his breath as he slept. He carefully shifted, propping himself up on his elbow so he could look down at him, taking in the peaceful expression on his face.

Blaine was beautiful all the time, but Kurt realized that one of his favorites was when he was sleeping. He hoped that didn’t make him seem creepy, but it was true. Maybe it was the fact that he could look and memorize every little one of his features without it being obvious and awkward that he was staring. There were just so many things to take in – the stubble on his cheeks that Kurt liked more than he ever thought he would, the way his eyelashes were so long and many, the fullness of his lips – and it was that last one that Kurt couldn’t resist, and he leaned down to brush a soft kiss against the corner of Blaine’s mouth.

Any day started with lazy kisses in bed was a good one in Kurt’s book, and that’s exactly how that morning went. Blaine woke slowly, his head tilted up and mouth lax beneath Kurt’s, and Kurt could feel him waking as each little movement of Blaine’s lips or tongue became more articulate. Time was easy to lose track of when the sunlight was being blocked out and skin was being softly caressed, but what were weekends for if not relaxation?

Eventually, they got out of bed, and it took a lot more effort that Kurt would readily admit. It was just so comfortable beneath the blankets, pressing into Blaine and feeling secure and adored. He wished every morning could start that way, because getting to devote that much time to kissing Blaine, and kissing him anywhere he chose, was the best possible way to start a day. Well, it was right up there with getting the same from Blaine, though the stubble on his cheeks felt like sandpaper when it brushed against Kurt’s stomach, and Blaine had gotten far too much joy out of nuzzling and tickling him once he’d realized.

Going out into the city was different that day than it had been the day before. Kurt wanted to see what Blaine usually did when he was there, since he’d said he just explored. It had been a while since Kurt had gone out just to experience New York, having been lost in the cycle of work, getting ready for the work week, and then more work on top of that. When he’d first moved there, it had been excursions on the weekends and occasional nights, sometimes with Rachel but not always. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been to Times Square and stood and watched the craziness unfold, or down to Battery Park to watch the ferries cut through the water as they went out to the islands and back, but he didn’t have to because he got to file away the experience of doing both of them with Blaine that afternoon.

They spent a good amount of time around Broadway, walking along and looking at all the different marquees and shows. Blaine had a list of shows he would kill to be in, but he said he would audition for anything because any experience was good and all he wanted to do was be up on a stage. There was little chance he would land a big role right out of the gate, and he knew that, which was another difference between him and Rachel – he was accepting of the fact that he was going to have to work his way up to being a star, and she was still expecting that first role to be the one that put her name on front pages. Kurt had no doubt they would both make it, it was just a matter of how happy they would be in their journey to the top.

In the years that Kurt had lived in New York, he’d never walked across the Brooklyn Bridge. That was why subways existed, and the few times he’d been out to the borough it had been through the speed of public transport, but Blaine insisted. It wasn’t as if they were going to Brooklyn, just along the bridge. Kurt didn’t mind, because walking anywhere with Blaine was fine in his book, and Blaine’s arm stayed snug around his waist as they trekked out on the platform over the East River, just above the mess of cars on the bridge roadway below.

When they got to the first arch, Blaine tugged Kurt off to the side so they would be out of the way of the rest of the pedestrians, and turned to look back at Manhattan. The city was right there in front of them, the skyscrapers reaching up to try and touch the clouds, and Kurt couldn’t help but smile because it was his city – their city.

“I always wanted to be able to do this at night,” Blaine said softly, and Kurt moved behind him to look over his shoulder, his arms circling around Blaine’s waist to hold him back tight. “See what it looks like when everything’s lit up. I was always too tired after work to get all the way down here and walk out, though, and that would have been the only time…”

“We should do that once you’re living here,” Kurt replied, resting his cheek against Blaine’s hair. “On one of the nights when you don’t have to work.” Blaine hummed in agreement and leaned against him, his head tilting back onto Kurt’s shoulder.

“I’d love that.”

They stayed there, looking at the city, listening to the cars going by beneath them, and swaying in the breeze coming off the water, until Kurt’s stomach rumbled and food was in order. Kurt realized that his entire sleeping and eating schedule was off kilter because of the past week, he figured he could try and get back to normal the following day. As it was, he couldn’t bring himself to care because it was well worth it.

By the time Blaine had to head off to the bar, they’d wandered their way back to Kurt’s apartment and spent a while figuring out what Blaine should wear for his last night there. He’d packed way more options than days, which Kurt appreciated, and Kurt also appreciated getting to watch Blaine change in and out of them all. It was the last night, after all, which meant Blaine should look as perfect as possible – which Kurt believed he always looked amazing, but he wasn’t about to turn down the chance to help him figure out an outfit.

Rachel had agreed to go with him again that night, acting like it had been a difficult choice when really she couldn’t stop about Puck once she’d said she would tag along. He was happy for her, and Puck had turned out a lot better than Kurt’s first impression of him. She was waiting for Kurt outside the bar when he got there, looking adorable and very much like she was there with a purpose. That didn’t stop her from taking him in and raising an eyebrow.

“You look so far gone,” she said in a greeting, linking their arms together and steering him toward the door. “He’s really something, huh?”

“Oh hush,” Kurt replied, offering a smile to the doorman and heading inside with her. “I mean, yes he is, but you can still hush.”

“Spend much time outside your apartment this weekend?” Rachel asked, feigning innocence very poorly. He shoved her playfully, giving her a look before they headed down the stairs. “What? It’s a fair question…”

“For your information, yes I have.” Kurt could hear Santana singing, and he couldn’t stop the little rush that went through him with the knowledge that Blaine was on stage then too. Rachel nudged him once they were down all the way and she caught a glimpse of the stage, and she winked up at him. “Stop that.”

“I think it’s cute! You deserve to be happy and to have someone in your life, Kurt. He seems sweet, from what you’ve told me. Not quite as badass yet mysterious as my current romantic entanglement, but he does have a rather classic beauty about h—Noah!” She broke off as she caught glimpse of Puck at near the merch shop and Kurt gave her a little nod before she went skipping over.

Kurt made his way to the bar and waited at the end until Brittany was free, and she pranced her way down, spinning in a pirouette before leaning up against the bar in front of him, a smile on her face. She looked adorably happy, in a way that Kurt felt like he understood at least on one level or another. He held out his hand, squeezing her fingers as she slipped her hand into his, and kissed the back of it lightly. “How are you?”

“So wonderful!” she replied, her smile broadening. “I just know everything’s going to be perfect, you know? It can feel it. Can’t you?”

“I hope it will be,” Kurt said, watching as she grabbed a glass and a shaker and started making a drink. “Tonight’s been good so far?”

“The best!” Brittany filled the glass with ice and poured the drink out into it. “I don’t want it to end!”

It made him remember that first night he’d got to spend time with Blaine, how he’d seen Brittany and Santana leaving the bar and how sad Brittany had seemed. He knew he was sad about Blaine leaving, but it was the first time he’d ever had to deal with it and he had the hope and almost reassurance that the distance was going to be over soon. How many times had Brittany had to deal with Santana leaving? He couldn’t imagine how it felt to have the knowledge that it very well might be over after so long.

“Here you go!” She set the glass in front of him with a smile. “I think it’s the best one I’ve ev—oh, hang on,” she broke off as one of the servers stepped up beside him to get some drinks.

“It’s okay, I’ll see you in a bit,” Kurt said, tipping his glass to her. “I need to find a seat anyway.” She gave him a wave as he started toward the tables, finding one where he could easily see the stage but keep out of Santana’s line of sight. He definitely didn’t trust her, at least as far as the bar was concerned.

Rachel joined him after not too long, drink in her hand and a faint blush on her cheeks. It could have been from the few sips she’d had already, but Kurt was fairly certain there was another cause. Puck definitely had a bit more a grin on his face than usual as he got onto the stage to play the last few songs of the set with Blaine and Santana and the rest of the band. Kurt gave her a look, and she stuck her tongue out in return, but he figured he could let it go considering he’d not told her about Blaine for months – they could count it as even.

Kurt did his best not to think about the fact that it was the last night. Spending nearly a week with Blaine had felt like heaven and he knew that, at least temporarily, it was going to be done by that time the next day. He knew better than saying it out loud, especially if Blaine was nearby, but in the back of his head it was there. Thankfully there was good music and Rachel to keep him distracted, because if there were ever two things in the world that could do it – those were them.

There was a look that Blaine got in his eyes, and Kurt was starting to recognize it well. It was when he was thinking too much about something, or maybe just concentrating really hard, but either way it was clear to see the wheels turning inside his head. That look was there when he and Santana reclaimed the stage for their next set, and Kurt couldn’t tear his eyes away – as if he ever could – as Blaine sat down and started running his fingers over the piano’s keys.

Brittany had been right, because that night was the best. Maybe it was just because it was the last night, but the music seemed to be that much better than it had been the rest of the week. Then again, it was also their last chance to plead their case, as it were, and prove that they should be there. If there was any doubt from the manager, Kurt knew he could outline a very good argument to convince him otherwise.

“Alright, we’re going to slow down the mood a little for a minute,” Blaine said after they’d finished a song, and Santana leaned down to grab her drink from beside her bench. “I hope no one minds, but I don’t think you will.”

“If they do, they clearly aren’t fans of good music,” Santana added, side-eyeing the entire crowd as she took a sip from her glass.

“Let’s not get carried away.” Blaine rolled his eyes, playing lightly over the keyboard as he smiled to himself. “Anyway. I hope you enjoy.”

“You think I’m pretty without any makeup on, you think I’m funny when I tell the punchline wrong. I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down…”

It was slow, sweet, not at all like the original pop version that was meant to be danced around to. Santana wasn’t even playing, just leaning her elbows against the top of her piano and watching him with her chin resting on her hands. Kurt wasn’t sure how everyone in the bar wasn’t doing the exact same, because he practically was at their table. He couldn’t stop staring at Blaine, the emotion clear on his face as he put everything he had into each word, each line of the song.

The bar was eerily quiet as he sang, which made Kurt think that everyone else was just as captivated as he was. Except Blaine only looked up once from the piano in front of him, and his gaze flickered directly back to where Kurt was sitting. “I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece – I’m complete.”

Rachel nearly elbowed him, but at least she knew better than to say anything. Even once the song ended, there was a long pause before anyone responded, but then there were whistles and applause and even a few whoops from near the bar. Kurt could feel his face flushing as Rachel slid her hand across his shoulders, drawing his attention as Blaine ducked his head and Santana surged right ahead into the next song. “Kurt…”

“Shh…”

“I will not, because that was beautiful,” she said, scooting her chair in closer and tilting his chin with her fingertips so he would actually look at her instead of Blaine for a few seconds. “When was the last time you were serenaded? Least of all in front of a bar full of people?”

“Never and never, and I know it was beautiful, I just find it very unfair that he’s up there and I’m down here and I can’t… do anything.” At least, for the moment, because Kurt knew he could do plenty once the night was done and they were back at his apartment.

That was the problem, after all, because he didn’t even get the chance to talk to Blaine the entire night. It wasn’t as busy as the past few nights, but every time he and Santana were done playing they would disappear off the stage and not show up again until they were going to play. Kurt knew it was work, but even just a minute or two would have been enough compared to nothing. Rachel actually stayed the whole time, but at least she didn’t try to pretend like it was completely to keep him company, and at the end of the night she bid Kurt goodbye before going off with Puck.

Blaine looked almost bashful as he came out the back door of the bar, and Kurt didn’t even give him a chance to say anything before he wrapped him up in his arms and pressed a kiss against his lips. He could feel Blaine’s shoulders relaxing, lips parting easily beneath his, and within seconds there were strong arms circled around his waist, hugging him in. Kurt’s hand’s slid down to rest on the small of his back as Blaine pulled away, nipping at Kurt’s lower lip. “Well hello to you, too.”

“You do get my heart racing in your skintight jeans, you know,” Kurt teased, and Blaine bit his lip with a grin.

“I thought I might,” he replied, leaning up to kiss him again. “Want to get out of here? As good as these jeans look on me, I think they’ll look better on your floor.”

“Blaine Anderson,” Kurt admonished, but he couldn’t stop the smile turning up the corners of his mouth. “Are you implying that you want to go all the way tonight?”

“No regrets,” Blaine said, bringing his hands up to cup Kurt’s face. He had that earnest, honest look in his eyes that never failed to make Kurt’s heartbeat speed up. “Just love.”

Kurt drew in a breath, aware that they’d quickly moved from him just quoting lyrics at Blaine and on to something real. Lyrics or no, there was no doubt at all that Blaine meant them, and he was standing there looking at Kurt with such love in his eyes that it was almost overwhelming. Of course Kurt loved Blaine, and he had for weeks, months – hell, he didn’t even know how long. It had happened so easily and subtly that he hadn’t even noticed the shift, but it was there and so, so very real.

“I… God, I love you, Blaine,” he murmured, not sure how the words were supposed to encompass everything that he meant with them. “So much.”

“I love you, too,” Blaine whispered, and Kurt could tell from how he was looking at him that he understood all the unspoken words. His thumbs brushing against his cheekbones before his hands slid back into Kurt’s hair, pulling him in for a kiss. It was languid and slow and over way too quickly, but Kurt supposed he could forgive that since the next words out of Blaine’s mouth were: “Let’s get home.”

They barely made it through the door of Kurt’s apartment before hands were tugging at clothes, loosening and unbuttoning, and the barrier of shoes with laces seemed to be the biggest inconvenience either of them had come across. Pausing for breath brought the world back into focus and Kurt worked on unlacing his boots while Blaine shut and locked the door, already looking slightly disheveled. Once both their shoes were off, it was like the switch was flipped again, and shirts were pulled off and dropped to the floor within seconds.

Blaine had been right about his jeans looking better on Kurt’s floor than actually on him, though they had looked incredible on, and Kurt never wanted to forget just how gorgeous Blaine looked, naked and stretched out on his bed, gazing up at him with dark, hungry eyes. He shucked his briefs and crawled up over him, palm running up his chest and neck and resting against his cheek as he dipped his head down and kissed him hard, their tongues twisting together. Blaine hooked one of his legs around Kurt’s hips pulling him down flush against his own, and Kurt moaned at the contact and pressure against his dick as it pressed against Blaine’s stomach.

“Kurt, please,” Blaine whimpered as Kurt trailed open mouthed kisses down his neck, and he could feel Blaine’s Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard, his fingers twisting into Kurt’s hair as his hips rocked up against him. “I want… I want ah,” he broke off and groaned as Kurt bit down lightly at the juncture where his neck and shoulder met, sucking shamelessly on the notch of skin between his teeth. “Want you to fuck me, want to feel you inside.” His hips bucked up extra hard as he spoke, and Kurt whined against the crook of his neck. “Please, Kurt…”

“I—oh, I need, s-stop doing that.” Kurt reached down to press his hand against Blaine’s hip, pushing it down against the mattress to get him to stop. “Otherwise we won’t get that far.” He felt like his head couldn’t work with the sinful grind of Blaine’s hips against his, and he had stilled it was a lot easier to think. Still, Blaine’s words, request, plea, were enough to send him reeling again, just like the way he was looking up at him, chest heaving with breath already. “Fuck, okay, yes.”

Managing to pull away long enough to reach his bedside table, Kurt dug into the drawer and found the lube and a condom, nearly dropping them as Blaine’s fingertips grazed over his ass and down to the backs of his thighs. His touch was so feather light and almost tickling, but it was just on the sensual side of tickling that made a heat flare up inside Kurt and spread through his limbs. Blaine’s breath played against his skin, and Kurt sat back on his heels, looking down at him.  

“You’re so beautiful,” Blaine whispered, taking the words right from the tip of Kurt’s tongue. He surged up and crushed their mouths together, and Kurt slowly lowered him back down to the bed, teeth grazing at lips and tongues thrusting against each other.

Pulling away was difficult, and Blaine had sucked on his lower lip extra hard as he’d done so, but Kurt managed to, and soon his fingers were slick with lube and sliding back between Blaine’s legs. Blaine let out a shaky breath as the tip of Kurt’s finger stroked circles around him, and his hands slid up Kurt’s arms, squeezing his biceps and shoulders. His grip tightened as Kurt pressed the tip of his finger in, but immediately released and slid back down to rub against his arms, his hips moving slightly as Kurt’s finger worked in shallow thrusts.

It had been a long, long time since Kurt had done it, and he was more than happy to forget about any previous experience because watching Blaine unravel with each different movement of his fingers, and even more as he added another, and then another, was entrancing. There were quiet murmurs mixed into the whimpers, about how Kurt’s fingers were just so long and oh God yes like that, and by the time Blaine was saying please again, his hips were full out thrusting down onto Kurt’s fingers.

Kurt reached over for the condom, but Blaine was quicker, tearing the wrapper open with his teeth and shifting up a little so he could roll it down Kurt’s length. The touch of his fingers, even just from that alone, was enough to make Kurt shudder and bite back a moan. Blaine got to the lube first, as well, and Kurt dropped his hands down to the mattress on either side of him as Blaine stroked the lube onto his cock.

There was a moment of hesitation as Kurt pressed the tip of his cock against Blaine’s entrance, not one of questioning but just wanting to take in the moment because he loved Blaine so much and there he was, staring up at Kurt with such trust and love and a light sheen of sweat covering his skin. Blaine’s hands slid down his waist to rest on his hips, and his thumbs dug into the grooves there, rubbing gentle circles. He raised an eyebrow, and Kurt dipped his head down to kiss him as he shifted his hips forward and pushed in.

Blaine moaned into his mouth, fingers curling around his hips tighter with every inch he moved forward, and Kurt struggled with the urge to thrust in fast and hard and all at once because Blaine felt so good, tight around him. He rested his forehead against Blaine’s as he stopped, fully buried inside and waiting, and Blaine’s breath kept coming out in breathy sighs. There was a pause, and the sounds of the city outside the window sounded muffled and far away compared to how heavy his breath sounded falling from his lips. And then Blaine’s hips rocked down against him the smallest bit, and Kurt whimpered.

The pace they built started slow, and Kurt couldn’t get over the feel of Blaine around him, the drag of his muscles against him as he thrust in and pulled out, matching the rhythm in which Blaine was grinding his hips down against him. Blaine’s jaw was slack and Kurt peppered messy kisses along it as his hips thrust faster, harder, and Blaine groaned low in his throat in response. There was the sound of skin slapping against skin practically echoing around the room and Blaine’s hands skimmed up Kurt’s sides, fingertips digging into his back.

“Oh my God, right there, fuck,” Blaine whined, and there was the blunt press of fingernails against Kurt’s skin. Kurt buried his face against the crook of his neck and moaned as he felt Blaine clench around him. He held his weight to one side to free up a hand to snake between them, palm skimming through the precome at Blaine’s tip before wrapping around his length, pumping steadily in pace with his hips. “Kurt…”

Kurt could feel the way his body was tensing with every cant of his hips, how his muscles jumped in protest that he wasn’t giving in and letting his orgasm take over, but the heat was still gathering and coiling in his stomach and he wanted Blaine to get off first. He twisted his hand with every upstroke, thumbing over the tip of his cock and making Blaine cry out and jerk his hips up into his fist. Blaine was trembling, his hands unable to stay still as they worked down Kurt’s back and to his ass, gripping and pulling him in as if somehow he could get closer and deeper.

Blaine’s mumbling was back, the swearing and moaning and Kurt’s name a litany falling from his lips louder and louder with every thrust and stroke. He tensed, a moan choked off in his throat as his orgasm hit, come hitting his chest and stomach and covering Kurt’s hand. His muscles clenched around Kurt as he came, and Kurt fisted his free hand into the covers on his bed, his hips pistoning in a few more times before his own release hit, white flashing behind his eyes and his body slumping down onto Blaine’s after it was over.

They laid there not moving, save for the rise and fall of chests that came with how heavily they were both breathing. Eventually, Blaine tilted his head and pressed a kiss against Kurt’s forehead, his fingertips dancing up his spine and playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Nipping against his neck lightly, Kurt lifted his head and kissed his cheek, then the corner of his mouth. “You… are incredible.”

“Me?” Blaine asked, and his eyebrows were raised when Kurt looked up at him. “You mean you.”

“Shh… you.” Kurt kissed him full on the mouth to keep him from arguing the point any further, and Blaine gave in easily. It was languid, loose, but brief, because despite how wonderful it was to be kissing Blaine, Kurt felt like he might fall asleep and squish him. “Stay there,” he murmured, shifting his hips back and pulling out slowly despite Blaine’s noises of protest. “I’ll be right back.”

He padded his way to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and grab a washcloth, and within minutes both he and Blaine were cleaned off and the top blanket on the bed had been changed. It was going to be a short night with little sleep, but Kurt really didn’t care. Not with the way Blaine laid halfway over top of him, leg pressed over the top of his hips and his arm thrown across his chest, body warm against his side. As tired as he knew he was going to be, he wasn’t the one who had to get on a plane and fly to the Midwest the next morning.

And as he fell asleep, arms tight around Blaine and face pressed against his hair, Kurt couldn’t help but wish it would be possible to keep Blaine there with him and forget the whole trip to the airport. Especially with the murmured confessions of love that passed between them and lasted right up until the moment that one of them dozed off, though Kurt didn’t know which one went first because they toppled into sleep so quickly after each other.