"We're finally New Yorkers!" Blaine announced excitedly as he threw himself on their bed. Finn and Burt had left only five minutes ago after helping them move their furniture and boxes in.
"Blaine, get off the bed! We haven't even put sheets on it," Kurt complained. "And you're all sweaty."
Blaine got up, pouting that Kurt wasn't sharing his joy. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it into their dirty clothes basket.
"Better?" Blaine asked cheekily.
Kurt rolled his eyes adoringly as he took in the sight of his boyfriend.
"Not for long," Kurt assured. "We have to go buy cleaning supplies. I don't want to unpack without dusting and cleaning our apartment. Who knows the last time it was cleaned."
"Our apartment," Blaine grinned dopily.
"Our apartment." Kurt smiled, kissing Blaine's cheek as he headed over to where they'd placed the totes with Blaine's clothes. He pulled out a shirt and compared it to what Blaine was already wearing. He nodded thoughtfully and handed it to Blaine.
"Thank you, Amour," Blaine said absently, pulling the shirt over his head.
"I think I saw a market a couple blocks away," Kurt commented, finding the keys on the kitchen island. "Maybe we can find dinner there."
"I get to make it, right?" Blaine asked.
"We'll see," Kurt teased.
"Please, Amour!" Blaine begged. "I've waited so long!"
"We'll see, baby," Kurt laughed, refusing to give Blaine an answer.
"You'd think your mother would've told us there was a doorman," Kurt said as he closed their front door.
"Maybe there wasn't one when she bought it?" Blaine mused, starting to put their groceries away in their new kitchen.
Kurt snorted. "I highly doubt that, baby."
Kurt grabbed the cleaning supplies and put them in the correct rooms for easy access. He came back to the kitchen where Blaine was just putting the last thing in the fridge.
"You start with the kitchen and I'll get the bathroom," Kurt informed him. "Meet in the middle?"
Blaine nodded, going to work. He wiped the cabinets down first, picking up almost a decade of dust.
"Eww!" Blaine grimaced. Kurt was right as usual. They didn't want to put their dishes away with that hanging around.
He cleaned the rest of the kitchen, making sure it was in spotless condition and moved on to their new living room. That was a bit of a challenge considering they'd set most of their boxes there until they could get to them.
Blaine started sorting and taking things into their correct rooms, and after a while Kurt joined him and started putting boxes in the empty room next to theirs.
"Did we decide what that room is going to be?" Blaine asked curiously.
"You'll see when it's done," Kurt grinned, giving no other explanation.
They continued sorting the boxes until Blaine came across a box from Kurt's room.
"You brought Westley!" Blaine discovered with a smile.
"Of course, I didn't want Margaret Thatcher dog to get lonely," Kurt beamed, hugging Blaine from behind.
Blaine let himself sink against Kurt's chest. "I didn't know you knew I put her in."
"You know I went through your boxes to repack them, when Finn almost threw his back out with a box of your books," Kurt replied, looking at Blaine with amusement.
Suddenly, Blaine's stomach growled loudly. Kurt looked at his phone at the noise and was shocked to see how many hours it had been since his dad left.
"Baby, go make dinner. I'll finish up with the boxes." He kissed Blaine's neck once and released him.
Blaine happily made his way to the kitchen and started looking for the correct pot he needed to make what they decided on at the market.
Kurt cleared their living room of boxes by the time Blaine finished. He set up their TV and moved their couch, so they'd be comfortable should they decide to watch it.
Blaine brought out their dinner and took a seat next to him. Kurt readjusted, throwing his arm over Blaine's shoulder and brought him closer. They ate silently for a minute enjoying the meal Blaine made for them.
"Good job, baby. It's really good," Kurt complimented him.
"Thank you, Amour," Blaine blushed.
"You know, Blaine. I think we have a new opportunity in our relationship," Kurt said matter-of-factly.
Blaine turned his head and gave him a confused look.
"No parents and an apartment to ourselves," Kurt pointed out.
"What did you have in mind?" Blaine asked hesitantly.
"Well, I can do this now." Kurt took both their empty bowls and set them on a table. He met Blaine in the middle for a passionate kiss that quickly led to half open shirts and Kurt on top of Blaine.
"I think I like this the best so far." Blaine said in delight, relaxing against Kurt's chest.
They'd decided to christen their new bathtub together with a bubble bath.
Kurt kissed Blaine's hair lovingly holding him to his chest.
"Yeah, we definitely couldn't have done this in Lima," Kurt commented lightly.
Blaine brought his hands up full of bubbles and made himself a soap beard.
"What do you think? Could I pull off a beard?" Blaine teased, turning around to show Kurt.
"I think you could, if you wanted." Kurt laughed. "But I prefer you clean shaven."
Kurt wiped the bubbles away and kissed Blaine softly. Kurt pulled Blaine close, ignoring that he was half hard. He deepened the kiss, the water overflowing from their movements.
When they were content and sleepy from their bath, they got out. Kurt lead Blaine back to their bedroom and went in search of their pajamas. He quickly found his own and put them on, but paused when he found Blaine's.
"You know what we also couldn't do in Lima?" Kurt asked, throwing a grin towards Blaine.
Blaine smiled, tilting his head questioningly.
"As long as you're comfortable with it," Kurt added hesitantly. "I've read that some subs. They-"
Blaine raised his eyebrow in polite confusion unsure of what Kurt was alluding to.
"They don't wear clothes around the house." Kurt blushed.
Blaine's whole body flushed pink at Kurt's suggestion.
"I'm not suggesting doing anything salacious." Kurt reassured as he walked over to Blaine and kissed his nose. He gathered Blaine up into a tight embrace. "Just a way to admire my gorgeous boy whenever I'd like"
Blaine shivered in delight at the prospect.
"Would you like that, baby?" Kurt whispered against Blaine's ear.
Blaine nodded repeatedly.
Kurt nipped at Blaine's earlobe and moved away, snatching the towel from around Blaine's waist as he did.
"Go hang our towels up," Kurt commanded teasingly as Blaine turned to do so.
Kurt watched Blaine walked away. He could definitely get used to seeing Blaine like this all the time. They'd have to find a comfy robe for Blaine-just in case they suddenly had visitors. But that was a tiny detail.
This would allow him to see all of Blaine: his lean muscles, his perfect ass, that adorable tummy and everything else Blaine's clothes usually hid.
Blaine returned still naked and blushed deep red at the look Kurt was giving him.
"Am I- Do you um-" Blaine blushed even harder. He looked down at his feet and bit his lip.
"I know I'm not perfect, Sir," Blaine admitted after a second. "But I'll do what I can to be what you want me to be, Amour."
A thrill of arousal ran through Kurt's body when Blaine called him Sir. He really didn't think that was a thing for him. He pushed the thought away when he realized what Blaine was claiming.
He smacked Blaine's ass once. "No one talks bad about my Blaine, including you."
He took Blaine hand and lead them to sit down on their bed. "You are so perfect to me, baby"
"Really?" Blaine asked self consciously his arms hiding his belly.
Kurt nodded reassuringly.
He waited for Blaine to stop hiding himself, but took action after a minute.
He grabbed Blaine's hands and pinned them above his head as he climbed on top of Blaine, pushing him over on the bed.
"Your hands stay right there," Kurt demanded. "Don't you move them one inch."
Blaine nodded as Kurt made his way down his Blaine's chest, leaving little kisses the whole way.
When he reached Blaine's belly, he stopped and stared up at Blaine.
"Is this, one the most adorably cute and beautiful spots on you, the place you're insulting?" Kurt asked accusingly.
Blaine wiggled uncomfortably, knowing he had no way to cover up the insecurity. "It's all fat." Blaine complained.
"I love your belly so much, Blaine. Don't let anyone tell you it's anything but attractive,"
Kurt reassured. "It's mostly muscle anyways, baby."
He licked across one of Blaine's abs. "Incredibly hot muscle."
Blaine flushed at the remark. "Well I'm glad you enjoy it."
"And that's the only thing that matters," Kurt confirmed with a smirk.
The days went by with Kurt and Blaine falling into their new routines. Without noticing, they'd made it through a month in New York.
"Kurt!" Blaine exclaimed excitedly as he brought his boyfriend breakfast in bed.
"Blaine," Kurt laughed accepting the food, "you know you don't have to do this everyday."
"I want too." Blaine pouted for a second. His emotions quickly changed back to excitement. "Do you know what day it is?"
"I don't know baby. What day?" Kurt asked, knowing full well exactly what today was.
"New York City Pride!" Blaine revealed.
"Is it?" Kurt teased, getting out of bed and heading for the bathroom. "I thought it was Saturday."
"Amour!" Blaine complained as he followed him.
"Okay, I know." Kurt turned around and pressed a kiss to Blaine's neck. "C'mon. Let's shower while I decide how skimpy an outfit I'm going to have you wear."
Blaine watched in fascinated interest as the parade passed them by.
It was so much better than the one they went to in Columbus last summer, it was far flashier and people seemed more open. Lesbians and gays alike showing off their relationships without fear of retribution.
"It's perfect," Kurt confessed, amazed as a float carrying the cast of The Book of Mormon went by. "I didn't want to believe it could be."
They continued watching until someone came up behind Kurt.
"Hey sexy," someone growled against his ear. "You wanna get out of here?"
"Excuse me! That happens to be my boyfriend!" Blaine complained, turning around to face the guy.
He was an older man-maybe even older than Kurt's father. He wore very little, but what he did have on was all leather.
"Hey, no one said you couldn't come too, hottie. Always room for another sub," the man said, throwing up his hands as he leered at Blaine's collar.
"He happens to be my sub," Kurt refused with a glare. "And I don't share."
Kurt tucked Blaine close under his arms and walked away to find a new place to watch the parade.
"The nerve of that guy!" Kurt bitched. "How dare he!"
"I'll admit I've been jealous of a lot of guys this past month, Amour. You're sort of a gay heartthrob," Blaine explained. "It's a wonder it's only happened once here."
"Says the cutie who I've caught at least twenty guys eyeing since we arrived at the parade alone," Kurt grinned. Kurt scanned the area again. "Make that twenty three."
Blaine frowned tucking, his head against Kurt's chest. "Maybe they wouldn't stare so much if you'd let me wear more than just my green workout shorts."
"Hmm," Kurt reached down and squeezing Blaine's ass. "They can look, baby. But they can't touch. Don't you worry."
Soon enough the parade finished and they made their way through the event.
Kurt and Blaine strolled through the booths absently.
They stopped at a queer book booth to let Blaine pick out a few. Now that their apartment was unpacked, Blaine found he had a lot more space to fill on the bookshelves built into their living room walls.
Blaine even managed to tempt Kurt with a few, promising he'd also read them in case Kurt didn't like them.
They moved on to other booths and within the hour, Blaine had a Pride flag wrapped around himself like a superhero cape.
"You look like a dork, Blaine," Kurt grinned as Blaine let it fan out behind him, his hands on his hips as he posed.
Kurt took out Blaine's camera from his spot on the ground and memorialized it.
"I am Pride Man!" Blaine declared with a small laugh. "Lover of all LGBT and avenger against homophobes!"
"Really?" Kurt played along. "What do you do to them?"
"I ah- work with the ACLU to um-" Blaine stumbled embarrassed "I don't know. I haven't planned this one enough."
"Wait," Kurt stood up. "This one?" Kurt grinned wickedly. "You have other superhero identities planned out, don't you?"
"Yes," Blaine admitted, blushing as he let the flag fall against him. "Sam and I use to LARP… well, I guess people would say, play superheroes together."
"I am dying to hear about them." Kurt grinned, but knew this wasn't the time, and Blaine was embarrassed. "Maybe tonight you tell me over dinner?"
Blaine nodded in relief.
"Now, I see an area I've been dying to go through." Kurt announced as he gestured toward an area of dividers blocking what was behind it from view. "And I think you're going to enjoy it too."
Blaine gathered up their stuff and obediently followed Kurt to the restricted area.
"IDs?" A woman asked them as they approached.
Kurt pulled his and Blaine's new New York state license out of his wallet and handed them to her.
"Aren't you a little young to have a sub?" she asked after looking at their IDs and Blaine's collar. "You two be careful."
Kurt sighed as they went through. Yes, he knew having a sub at nineteen wasn't exactly normal, but neither were he and Blaine. He still wore his promise ring and thought of it as his pre-engagement ring.
Blaine looked around, his eyes widening at the sight in front of them.
Sex toys. Everywhere. BDSM sprinkled throughout. There were subs on this side of the dividers without an ounce of clothing on. And demonstrations were being carried out in several tents around them.
Kurt took his hand and squeezed it, knowing it looked a little overwhelming. They wandered around to a few booths before Kurt stopped.
"Baby, pick one that you like." Kurt said pushing Blaine a little into one of the booths.
Laid out on the table were paddles, whips, floggers and other spanking devices.
Blaine looked at them all hesitantly. "But I like your hand."
"I don't seriously spank you very often. But when I do, it's not for you to like," Kurt warned.
He'd thought about it a lot. Blaine tended to obey and requested to be spanked sometimes. But when Blaine wanted to be a brat, it never felt like it was enough to keep Blaine from enjoying it.
Blaine groaned and looked at it all. He picked up a smaller paddle, the size of a hairbrush, and looked it over. When he determined that there weren't any bells and whistles added to make it more painful, he handed it to Kurt.
"Why this one?" Kurt asked curiously, bouncing it in his hand experimentally.
"That one looks like it will hurt less," a man sitting off to the side commented. "But you might as well just use your hand if you're getting that one."
"Oh?" Kurt asked turning toward the man. "What would you suggest?"
"Depends on what you're looking for," the man replied, getting up and helping Kurt.
Kurt and Blaine stayed in the area for a while longer. Kurt enjoying himself as he teased Blaine with all the purchases they'd made to try out on Blaine.
They'd expanded their lives over the past month. Now that no one was around to see them play, they could explore things they barely dabbled in while in Lima.
Kurt opted that they not go to any of the parties this year. They still only barely knew the streets of New York and Kurt did not want to try to find their way back home in the middle of the night.
A/N: Reviews will make the chapters come faster just fyi.