Nr. Two

Ever since Matt Bomer was on glee I just had this weird idea for a crossover in my mind. So that is it: Glee/White Collar crossover

Summary: When Blaine moves to New York to attend NYADA everything is perfect. He and Kurt are happy, together enjoying the intamicy and freedom of the NY life, his classes are interesting whereas the man he loves is his again.

Still, his happiness is interrupted when he runs into a man who might look like his brother but is surely not the man Blaine thought he knew for all those years.

Blaine woke up with a smile on his face, a feeling of pure content flaring through his body. He turned in his bed and was met with the sight of a sleeping Kurt. For a moment he just stared at the man he loved, reveling in the feeling of happiness he had come so accustomed with over the last couple of weeks, since he had moved to New York.

After all that had happened the year before, he couldn't believe the luck he had, living with Kurt in this little apartment, going to NYADA, sharing the life he had always dreamed of with the person he loved. There were moments where he was just overcome with it all, not knowing how he deserved so much.

Sleepily Kurt opened his eyes, returning Blaine's smile as he caught his gaze.

"'Morning.'' Kurt mumbled sleepy as he stretched to wake up. His shirt rode up a little, exposing a stripe of milky, soft skin that made Blaine's breath hitch.

That was another nice thing about living together at their own place. They had never had that much sex. When they had been in high school, opportunities had been fewer than they would have liked and when Kurt had moved, the distance and then the break (Blaine still didn't like to think about it as break-up though he knew Kurt did) they had taken had made any sort of intercourse impossible.

But not this morning. Blaine was already late for school and it was his turn to make breakfast. So he settled for brushing his lips lightly against Kurt's, humming contently as Kurt's lips turned into a smile at that.

He scrambled out of bed, turned on the coffee machine and took out everything else they needed for breakfast before, quickly checking on Kurt, who had already dozed off again, before jumping in the shower.

As he left the bathroom half an hour later, clean and dressed, he was met with the sight of his boyfriend sitting at their small kitchen table nursing his, no doubt, second cup of coffee already while reading the Times.

"You've got time for breakfast, honey?" Kurt asked from behind his papers as Blaine poured himself a cup of coffee. Blaine looked at his watch, cursing as he saw the time.

"Not really. Darn it."

"Well, maybe if you got up earlier you would have time to have an actual breakfast with me one of these days." Kurt chided, but the playful undertone showed Blaine that he was just mocking him.

"It's all your fault" Blaine shot back, smiling. "Why do you have to look so unbelievably beautiful so early in the morning. I always forget the time when I am so busy looking at you."

Kurt huffed but the glint in his eyes showed Blaine that he rather took it as a compliment.

"Well I will not stop looking amazing just so that you don't run late again. On that note. We really should work on you being so creepy."

"You love it when you wake up and catch me staring." Blaine said, slowly leaning down.

"No I don't. You are creepy and I should call the police." Kurt said, raking his head up.

"Oh really. You want to put a restraining order on me? So I have to stay away from you."

"Uh-hu." Kurt answered, smiling slyly.

"Mhh you really want that?" Blaine breathed their faces only centimeters apart. "Because if so I couldn't do this anymore…" And with that Blaine closed his eyes and surged forward, closing his mouth over Kurt's in a chaste kiss. He enjoyed the warmth and softness for a moment before moving back, their lips still so close that he had to cross his eyes to look at Kurt.

"Mhh valid argument." Kurt murmured. "I'll consider it." The next kiss was far less tentative, their lips moving with practiced ease, as Kurt's hand came up to cup Blaine's face. Blaine lightly bit his lip, soothing over it with his tongue and making Kurt moan quietly, as he opened his mouth for Blaine's tongue to explore it.

As their tongues meet, time was forgotten after all, Blaine's hand coming up to sink into Kurt's still sleep tousled hair. Blaine reveled in the slide of his tongue against Kurt's and as Kurt actually sucked on his, he had to stabilize himself by leaning down on the table.

They broke away after another minute, both gasping for air, as Blaine let his forehead rest against Kurt's, eyes closed.

He only hummed lightly when Kurt called for him.

"Blaine? Blaiiine?" "Mhh?" "It's ten to eight." He could hear the laugh in Kurt's voice but he was far too busy with freaking out.

"Fuck!" He roared, jumping back so fast, that Kurt nearly fell to the floor, the supporting weight of Blaine gone.

Blaine ran around the small apartment, searching for his bag and the music theory book he had studied the night prior, cursing all the time while Kurt was certainly amused by his despair.

He found the book with a victorious cry and shoved it into the bag heading for the door but Kurt called him again.

"Blaine wait! When do you get off today?"

"Earlier today, actually." Blaine answered, his eyes constantly flickering to the clock.

"Great. Would you like to go and see an exhibition with me after lunch? I don't have class today and Isabelle said I don't have to come in today."

"Sure. What's it about?" Kurt smiled coyly.

"Oh I'm sure you've heard about it. This new artist everyone takes about? The one that only draws very explicit, gay nudes which are still worth a fortune? If you ask me people only buy them to cover up some desire they can't voice, but by hanging fucking guys over their fire place and calling it art. It's sort of the 50 shades of grey of actual art. And well a lot hotter."

He said all of this with this innocent smile and Blaine felt himself getting hotter.

"Y-Yeah. Sounds nice. Text me." He stuttered before heading for the door again.

"Blaine!" Kurt called again and Blaine turned getting more and more nervous as the time ticked by.

"Goodbye kiss." Kurt pouted and Blaine's resistance crumpled at his boyfriend's pout. With some quick strides he had crossed the room and placed a smacking kiss to his boyfriend's lips, turning the pout into a bemused smile.

"I love you." Kurt said, his eyes sparkling.

"Love you, too." Blaine answered, their eyes locking for a long moment.

"Blaine. 8 o'clock." Kurt said, grinning and Blaine turned, running out of the apartment without another glance back, not even bothering to close the door properly as it didn't click when he stormed out.

Blaine's day continued to be quite pleasant. He was hopelessly late for his first class, dance, but Cassandra July was even later, faintly reeking of some sort of alcohol and as always Blaine admired her ability to still dance circles around all of them.

Despite his small built he was a good dancer and a fast learner and he just couldn't stop beaming as Cassandra praised him after a difficult routine. He only stopped when Cassandra told him that if he didn't stop grinning so dopily, she would kick his ass and send him flying straight to middle earth Shorty McHobbington.

It was accompanied by hysterical laughter on her and a deep blush on his side. But he decided to ignore her comment, thriving on her praise on the inside so to not let anything dampen his spirit.

Blaine excelled in musical theory thanks to reading ahead the night before and soon it was time for lunch.

He met up with Rachel in the cafeteria, who seemed to have had a nice morning herself so that they could gush together about how awesome life was. Halfway through their meal, Blaine received a text from Kurt telling him where and when to meet him and soon after they were finished and parted, Rachel heading for afternoon classes and Blaine to get to Chelsea.

Kurt was already waiting for him outside the subway station, greeting him with a kiss and a cup of coffee. They linked arms, walking down the streets unbothered by anyone, chatting about their days.

As they reached the art gallery they didn't have to wait long to enter. It was a work day and still early and the large exhibition room wasn't crowded.

They went to look at the first drawing and Blaine immediately understood why these paintings were so popular. It was beautiful. The sketch was obviously done with coal and kept in black and white but it still had something very vivid to it. The picture showed two men, wrapped up in each other, kissing with closed eyes. Blaine found himself smiling at the picture and grabbed Kurt's hand, who squeezed his lightly.

The style wasn't exactly photographic, sort of reminding Blaine of comics, though it wasn't artificial enough for that either. Still, it gave the whole thing something innocent that was contrary to the pictured scene of two naked guys kissing. Some of the lines were a little blurry, making the scene intimate. It was like you were watching through a window.

Blaine had no idea how long they had been staring, but he felt consumed by the picture, starting to ask himself what the men's story might be.

He only averted his eyes as Kurt tugged at his hand, guiding him to the next drawing and from there on all innocence was lost.

Explicit had really been the word to describe it. Blaine had watched a lot of porn in his life and by god his and Kurt's sex life was truly not a topic you could discuss with even his most open minded friends but there was some really kinky shit pictured… from time to time with more than two participants.

He found himself practically drooling over some of the sketches and Kurt's occasional whispers of That looks interesting or I think we should try that weren't helping at all.

It got even worse when they stopped, in front of a sketch, where one of the guys was lying on a table, legs up in the air as another guy was fucking into him. That wouldn't have been that special, if the guy topping hadn't been bent down, sucking the other off.

Blaine was gaping and as Kurt next to him crossed his arms and murmured I wonder if I could do that. Blaine whimpered. He quickly closed his eyes trying to fight the visuals that were constantly streaming his mind now but closing his eyes wasn't helping.

He opened his eyes trying to focus on something, anything else, ignoring the bemused look on his boyfriend's face.

There were a lot of couples, mostly gay, some lesbian's and even some straight one's, though there the women seemed to be a lot more invested in the art than their partners. What did catch his eye were two men standing close to them.

He could only see the face of one of them. He looked stern and didn't even glance at any of the pictures, whereas the other man was staring at one of them, his hand motioning as he was talking, some bits of sentences making their way to Blaine's ear

Outstanding – The way figures are used. – Creating the illusion of voyeurism. – Nudity in art has always been… - But never for gay people. This is new.

The other man was just nodding but then he put up a hand and Blaine could hear his voice clear in a sort of stage whisper wavering over to them.

"Alright, Neal. You are enjoying yourself but we have work to do."

Blaine was about to turn back to his boyfriend, averting his gaze from this Neal guy and his friend, as said man turned around and Blaine froze in his motion.

"C-Cooper?" He said barely more than a whisper but the man must have heard him. He looked confused for a moment before he found Blaine's face and then he froze as well. Confusion turning to horror as all color seemed to drain from his face.

Could it be?

The man looked 100 % like his brother and still he looked nothing alike. There was the brown hair, the beautifully cut face and the piercing blue eyes, everything that had always been stunning about his brother and then again, the suit, the hat and the way he held himself were nothing like the Cooper Anderson Blaine knew.

But then the man spoke and there was no doubt.

"Blaine?" The man asked, the voice so different from the voice he knew. No overconfidence or patronizing ring to it and still it was his brother's voice.

By now both Kurt and the other men had caught up with the weird exchange between the two men.

Kurt behind him just squealed, waving and calling "Cooper! What are you doing here? And why didn't you call us?", whereas the other man turned to his brother and gave him a questioning look.

Cooper shook his head, trying to smile at the other man and failing miserably as he began to make his way to his brother.

Blaine's heart was pounding hard as his brother approached and all he could think about was: Why had the man just called his brother Neal?