Kurt slid open the door to the loft, and Blaine followed, closing it behind them.

“I’m really glad you came out here tonight.” Kurt said as he walked into the kitchen area where the roses Blaine had brought for him sat in a large glass vase. He grabbed a bottle of wine from under the counter and poured out two glasses for him and his boyfriend.

“I’m glad I could make it too. I’ve missed you so much.” Blaine followed him and stood against the counter next to him. “Wine? How sophisticated.”

“Well, Rachel’s dads left a few bottles for us. I thought we should celebrate our first night in New York City together.” Kurt handed Blaine a glass, who accepted and clinked his glass against Kurt’s. “To us.”

“To life in the big city.” It was a sharp but fuzzy first sip, but Blaine didn’t even care how tart it tasted because he was with the love of his life in the city of his dreams. He leaned into Kurt, kissing him gently, lips barely parted. Kurt kissed back with a soft smile and put his hands on Blaine’s waist, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. It wasn’t long until Kurt was practically straddling Blaine, pressed into him with one leg hiked up against his thigh while Blaine had wrapped his arms around Kurt’s neck. Kurt’s hand shifted down, onto his hips and sneaked under his shirt, and Blaine moaned at the feeling of his Kurt right there with him, touching him. Blaine started at his neck, kissing gently and breathing him in: it wasn’t particularly sexual, but very intimate; how they liked to say I love you when they were out of breath.

“I think I missed this most.” Blaine said into Kurt’s neck with another kiss.

“Did you?” Kurt asked, his hands resting just on Blaine’s hips, teasing at the hem of his pants.

“Well, I love getting to talk to you through the day when you can, but I can’t really cuddle with anyone like this except Margaret Thatcher Dog, who’s really just a miniature substitute for you in my bed. But I can’t kiss her.” He could hear the pout in Blaine’s voice and pulled his head back to kiss his boyfriend again because he wanted to and they were right next to each other and he could and that is the best feeling in the world.

“Rachel said she’d keep her and Finn out of the apartment until midnight.” Kurt smiled, his forehead pressed against Blaine’s. “Come on, I’ll show you my room.” Room was a generous term for the corner protected with room dividers but it felt like their own little piece of the world that they got to share for the night. Blaine and Kurt both sat to take off their shoes, placing them toward the end of the bed. They took their time, unbuttoning each other’s shirts with soft, warm kisses in between. Soon enough, they were down to underwear and socks and curled against one another; Blaine has Kurt’s hand in his and rubbed circles over Kurt’s knuckle with his thumb. They had been holding each other’s gaze with soft smiles until Blaine sighed and swallowed hard, gripping Kurt’s hand a bit tighter. He looked at Kurt again, who had a soft, quizzical gaze.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Kurt squeezed Blaine’s hand, imitating the circles he had been rubbing a moment ago.

“There’s—there’s something I wanted to tell you. Um. And I wanted to say it in person.” Blaine swallowed again, averting his gaze.

“Well, whatever it is, you can tell me. Nothing to be afraid of.” Kurt smiled gently and pressed a kiss on Blaine’s cheek. Blaine took a deep breath before continuing.

“Ah—This weekend I was at Scandals and—I mean, it was only the second time I’ve been since you left for New York, I just wanted to have some drinks and talk to people. And—there was this guy at the bar who was talking to me for a bit and he was pretty drunk. So I took him outside to get a cab to take him home and while we were waiting—he—he tried to grope me. Um. The bouncer was there so he stopped him and made sure the cab picked him up. And I went straight home. And—I was gonna tell you. But I was worried that you might—be upset. So I wanted to tell you in person.” Blaine looked up to meet Kurt’s gaze, who had a calm look in his eyes as he processed what he had just heard. “Kurt?” Blaine asked, swallowing again.

“Are you okay?” Kurt asked, blinking softly. “I mean—he didn’t hurt you, did he?” He started to look worried as Blaine took a moment to respond.

“Oh, of course, I’m fine. He didn’t actually, he just tried to. But nothing—nothing happened. I’m fine.” Kurt pressed forward to kiss him tenderly, his teeth gently tugging at Blaine’s lower lip. He responded eagerly, pulling himself a bit closer to Kurt and putting one hand on his back, his stomach twirling and toes curling at the sensation.

“I was worried for a minute there. Don’t worry about it Blaine, you didn’t do anything. Thank you for telling me. And, Blaine,” he fixed his gaze with Blaine’s, who still couldn’t quite catch his breath. “Please don’t be nervous about telling me things like that. I want to know if anything like that happens again. Okay?” Blaine could smile at his boyfriend, leaning in for another kiss, just as warm and loving as their first one, though more practiced, until Blaine’s hand on Kurt’s hip squeezed him in a very familiar way. Kurt immediately began kissing along his jaw and down to his neck, sucking right above his clavicle until Blaine was whining and panting for breath, still grasping at his boyfriend’s hips.

“Ku—Kurt. God.” He pressed his hands against Blaine’s shoulders until he could straddle his thighs, arched up to continue sucking. Blaine’s hips thrusted up as he gripped Kurt’s, pulling them down to meet his. The boys both moaned at the contact, suddenly desperate and energized. Kurt dragged himself down Blaine’s body, kissing gently as he went, allowing Blaine to regroup for a moment just before he pulled down his underwear.
“Do you have any idea how much I missed getting to make love to you?” Kurt kissed his ribs. “How much I’ve wanted to do this since I’ve seen you last?” Blaine couldn’t answer, out of breath and heart practically beating out of his chest. Kurt lightly held Blaine’s hips down as he kissed his waist line right near his hip bone, causing Blaine to buck up, needing some friction or relief. “When’s the last time you touched yourself Blaine?” Kurt asked, situating himself between his boyfriend’s legs, which were practically vibrating as he continued to roll his hips up.

“When we had phone sex. Last Wednesday. Please, Kurt. Please.” He wrung the sheets in his hands, twisting until it looked like his wrists might snap off.

“Don’t worry Blaine. I’m gonna take care of you.” Kurt placed a hand on his cock, squeezing and twisting and pulling in one motion. Blaine moaned, thrusting up again. “You’re gonna have to stop thrusting like that if you want a blow job. You do want a blow job, right? I know it’s been a while, but I don’t think I’ve lost the hang of it quite yet.” Kurt couldn’t help but tease lightly, it always made the orgasm so much longer and louder and better. But when Blaine began taking deep breaths and rolled his hips into the bed, Kurt couldn’t help himself. He started with a gentle kiss at the head, hand still wrapped around him. He began sucking, while Blaine writhed under him; Kurt placed his hands on Blaine’s hips to help keep them down as he went deeper, with about half of his cock in his mouth. He pushed his tongue down the length of the shaft, running a shiver through Blaine.

“God, Kurt, I’m close. Fuck. Ilove yo—aaaKurt!” Blaine moaned as he came, his boyfriend still sucking and pressing and twisting as he rode it out. “Kurt.” He crawled back up to Blaine’s side, laying his head on Blaine’s chest.

“I love you too, Blaine.” Kurt said against his skin, still shaking. “Come on, let’s get under the covers.” He pulled the fleece blanket up from the foot of the bed over them and he snuggled against his boyfriend.

“It’s your turn next.” Blaine said into Kurt’s hair, inhaling him.

“My turn is cuddling with my amazing boyfriend. But we still have almost two hours until Rachel and Finn get back.” Kurt bit on his lower lip, a mischievous smile curved up against Blaine’s chest while he kissed his head and wrapped his arms around Kurt, holding him close.

“Then it could be your turn for the rest of the night. As long as I get to spend it with you.”