It was a bright and sunny morning, not typical for the streets of London, when Blaine awoke to the sound of his husband leaving their bedroom, closing the door behind him a little too forcefully with a quick bang. Blaine blinked his eyes wearily, slowly adjusting to the light that was fighting to enter the room through the thick curtains on the windows. He yawned silently, his arms stretching over his head, as he sat up and got out of bed. Blaine quickly drew back the curtains that had just been closed a few minutes before and looked outside. He smiled as he watched the number of people and cars go by on the bustling street he happily called home. He took a glance at the closed door that led to the rest of the flat and was quick to throw on some clothes so he could join his man.

Dressed in slacks and his usual collared shirt and cardigan, Blaine exited the room and made his way to the kitchen. The smile that had occupied his face only grew bigger as he gave a quick peck on his husband's lips, happy he remembered to brush his teeth since they both hated morning breath. Well, Blaine didn't mind it, but he didn't want to cause any conflicts so early in the morning over something so trivial as a bit of bad breath.

"Morning Sebastian," Blaine murmured against his lips. He pulled away and went over to the counter, grabbing a cup and starting on some tea. It took a little extra time, but the taste was worth it.

"Morning," Sebastian replied, his eyes not leaving the paper he was reading.

Blaine eyed the cup of instant coffee Sebastian was drinking and rolled his eyes.

"I don't know why you won't just drink tea instead of that awful instant stuff you always insist on. We've lived in London for what…five years now?" Blaine said a little playfully as he sat down across from Sebastian, sipping his tea as he peered at his husband over the rip of the cup. Sebastian lowered half of the paper to properly look at Blaine.

"Because I still like to identify myself as an American and this "awful instant stuff" is one of the last things I have that isn't completely London-ized," he retorted.

Blaine rolled his eyes again.

"It's just tea," he muttered, reaching for his own paper.

Sebastian didn't reply and the two sat silently reading the news. Blaine's eyes widened when he noticed the date. Was it already the sixth? Time had flown by so fast. He bit his lip to contain his smile and quickly glanced from behind his paper to see if Sebastian had noticed his reaction. He hadn't. Blaine cleared his throat and continued to read the news.

"So what are you up to today?" Blaine asked, his hand reaching for a piece of toast.

"Well, I have to meet a few new clients today, which will take up most of my time. Actually, that reminds me. I'm going to be a little late coming home, around six-thirty or so," Sebastian informed him.

Blaine frowned as he munched on his toast.

"But Sebastian, we have tickets for that play tonight, remember? My friend Kurt-"

"Is coming back to London for a week and you haven't seen him since you finished starring in that play he wrote about ten months ago, I know. See? I do listen to you," Sebastian retorted.

Blaine pursed his lips, but didn't reply to Sebastian's words. Eventually Sebastian spoke again.

"So, what are your plans for today?" he said in a bored, obligatory tone.

Blaine shrugged a little before responding.

"I don't know. Clean the flat since Kurt is arriving around three or four. I'll do some laundry, change the sheets…boring things. I'll get ready for the show. Should I pick up your suit?" he asked. Sebastian shook his head.

"No, I'll pick it up. Thanks for offering," he said.

Blaine smiled faintly and nodded. He wriggled in his seat a little nervously, but instead of speaking to his husband, he focused rather on pouring himself more tea. He tapped his foot against one of the legs of his chair and slurped his drink rather loudly, causing Sebastian to stare at him a little oddly. Eventually, Blaine couldn't hold in his thoughts in any longer.

"So, I did a little research yesterday," he started, smiling into his cup and saucer.

Sebastian put down his paper and stared at Blaine curiously.

"Okay…you've piqued my interest. What about?" he asked.

Blaine looked up and smiled adoringly.

"About adoption. I know you said you'd have to think about it for a while, and it's only been a month or so since I brought it up, but I couldn't help it. I want to be a father so badly and we've been married for seven years, we're financially stable…"

"Blaine. We've talked about this. I don't know if that's the best idea right now. There are a lot of uncertainties and I don't want you to get your hopes up just to have them dashed. Maybe we can start thinking about it in four or five years," Sebastian offered.

Blaine seemed to wilt in front of him.

"But who knows how long it will take to get considered. Even that could take years. I don't want to be almost forty before I have a child. I know for some people that's perfectly fine, but it isn't for me," he declared, his voice rising a little.

"This isn't just your decision to make Blaine. It's mine too. Let's-let's just drop the issue okay? I don't want to argue this early in the morning," Sebastian snapped.

Blaine flinched at the harsh tone, but nodded a little in defeat, his eyes downcast and his mouth drawn into a frown. Sebastian sighed and looked at his watch.

"I've got to go to work. I'll see you and your friend tonight," he said curtly.

Blaine plastered a smile on his face and rose from the table with his husband.

"Okay. Have a great day," Blaine said softly, kissing Sebastian's cheek.

"I'll do my best," Sebastian replied as he grabbed his coat and headed towards the door.

"I love you!" Blaine called out, only to hear the door close shut in return. He sighed and rubbed his face with his hands, pinching the bridge of his nose to stop any tears that might fall. He hated it when Sebastian was in one of his moods. He always got like this whenever Blaine brought up children or maybe moving into a bigger flat. Hell, Blaine was sometimes surprised Sebastian proposed to him at all. He had always seemed wary of commitment, but he said he wanted to experience everything with Blaine, at least he said that when they were first married. To Blaine that meant starting a family. Apparently Sebastian thought otherwise.

Blaine somberly returned to the kitchen and cleaned up the table from breakfast, thinking about Sebastian's foul mood this morning. Blaine couldn't even remember the last time Sebastian acted like this. Lately he had been so kind and fun and exciting, just how he was when they first started dating. But this sudden distance Sebastian put between them this morning devastated Blaine. He didn't want things to regress again. Not since they had come so far in the past eight or so months. Of course, maybe Blaine was just overreacting.

"He's probably just swamped at work," Blaine muttered into the soapy sink as he washed the dishes. "He's always a little tense when he's stressed. You know this."

Blaine finished up tidying the kitchen and walked back into the living room, sweeping his eyes over the room to make sure everything was pristine and presentable. It was. Blaine grinned and peeked into the coat closet, his smile widening as he saw the small box he had hidden in there just for this day. He closed the closet door and returned to the bedroom, checking himself out in the mirror to see if he should change clothes. It'd been a while since he saw his friend and he wanted to look his best. He leaned forward, frowning at the slightly noticeable crows feet at the corners of his eyes. Those certainly weren't there ten months ago. He pouted a little, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. He had to face the fact that he wasn't as young as he once was. Seven years of marriage certainly added a little stress. Blaine opened his dresser and pulled out one of his many many bow-ties to try to dress his look up a little. He smiled as he ran his fingers softly over the dark green fabric. He tied it quickly around his neck and applied a little gel to his dark curls. He let out a small breath and smiled slightly as he took in his appearance.

"Not too bad," he whispered as he straightened and re-straightened the bow-tie. He checked the time on his watch: 9:48. Kurt wasn't getting here for at least four hours, so he had a little time to kill. He completed a few loads of laundry, repeatedly making the short trek from his first floor flat down to the basement. He was folding one of Sebastian's t-shirts when there was a knock on the door. Puzzled, Blaine set the shirt down and exited his room to answer the door. He opened it to reveal the sight of someone he hadn't quite been expecting yet.

"Kurt!" Blaine exclaimed, his face breaking out into a huge grin and enveloping Kurt into a hug.

"Hello Blaine," Kurt said warmly, his hand still resting on Blaine's shoulder as he pulled away from the hug.

"Why are you here so early? It's only noon. You told me you'd get here around three or so," Blaine pointed out.

"You're right, but my original flight was delayed so I quickly switched to an earlier flight. I'm sorry if I caught you off guard, but I was really excited to come back to London. I missed it so much. Ten months went by faster than I thought it would, but still not fast enough," Kurt confessed.

"Understandable. Have you already checked into your hotel?" Blaine asked as he stepped aside and gestured for Kurt to enter the flat. Kurt nodded and tentatively walked past Blaine, taking in the flat.

"The place is very nice Blaine. I can see why you love living here as much as you say you do," he commented.

Blaine nodded.

"Yeah, yeah this flat is great and the neighbors are the best. I love my street so much."

Kurt smiled and walked over to a small table that was located between the front door and the coat closet. He picked up a framed picture and looked at what he figured was Blaine's wedding photo; him and his husband wrapped up in each other's arms, pressed cheek to cheek and smiling happily at the camera. Kurt placed the photo down and glanced at the rest of the pictures, some of just Blaine or Sebastian, others of both of them.

"So," Blaine began, snapping Kurt out of his thoughts, "Do you want to grab some lunch since it's so early?"

When Kurt didn't answer right away, Blaine just continued to speak, babbling aimlessly to cover the silence.

"I-I know of a nice little place that's only a few blocks away. I frequent that place when I have the afternoons to myself. I usually bring a book with me. If you have a place in mind that you want to go to that's okay too, we could call a cab."

"Blaine," Kurt called softly, trying to stop him from rambling. It didn't work.

"Or if you don't want to go anywhere for lunch, I can see if I have enough food to make a decent lunch here-"

"Blaine"

"Or you know- you probably aren't hungry. Of course. You probably ate on the flight here so you aren't hungry and I'm just a total moron for offering you food."

"Blaine"

Blaine finally stopped speaking and looked up at Kurt with wide startled eyes.

Kurt had turned around as was completely facing Blaine. He head was cocked to one side as he stared, his face almost expressionless to anyone who didn't know any better.

Blaine was not just anyone.

He stared back as he took in the slight upward curve in Kurt's mouth and the way his fingers tapped nervously against his leg. But mostly, Blaine noticed the soft, warm gaze Kurt was giving him. And with this look, Blaine finally cracked.

He choked out a sob, his emotions overwhelming him as he rushed to Kurt in a few bounds, burying himself into Kurt and kissing him hungrily as if he needed Kurt's affection to survive. Kurt kissed back with enthusiasm, his arms winding around Blaine's shoulders as he pulled him even closer. As fast as the kiss began, it ended as Blaine drew back slightly. But instead of stepping away, he gently rested his head against Kurt's collarbone, closing his eyes, breathing in Kurt's scent and exhaling shakily at the wonderful familiarity.

"Hi," Blaine whispered.

"Hi," Kurt whispered back.

Hello all! Welcome to my new story Breathless. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter and I would love it if you stuck around for the ride. For those who haven't read my previous story, I'm a HUGE fan of movies directed by the amazing Alfred Hitchcock. This story is no different. It is based off of the amazing film Dial M for Murder, which was originally a play. It starred Ray Milland, Grace Kelly and Robert Cummings. I'm really excited to turn this film into a story and I hope you guys like the result! So, this story is definitely a Kurt and Blaine story, even though Blaine is technically married to Sebastian. However, even though Sebastian isn't listed as one of the main two characters, he actually plays a giant part in this story. So I hope you stick around and please review! I would appreciate it so so much!

P.S. I'm sorry for making Blaine the cheater since that's still a sore spot for Klainers, but if you've seen the film, you'd understand why. (If you haven't seen it, you're just gonna have to trust me ;) )

Best Wishes!

Vintage Vagabond

P.P.S. I do not own Glee, Kurt, Blaine, Sebastian, or the amazing plot to Dial M.