The sound of Kurt's alarm jolted both Kurt and Blaine from a peaceful sleep. Groaning, Kurt rolled away from where he had been using Blaine's chest for a pillow to grope around on his bedside table and switch off his alarm. Once the noise was silenced, Kurt reached up to switch on the lamp as Blaine shifted behind him, and within moments he could feel Blaine's body curling up behind him, an arm wrapping tightly around Kurt's waist as he buried his face into the back of Kurt's neck.

"Blaine," Kurt murmured, turning his head slightly so that he could see his boyfriend out of the corner of his eye. "I need to get up – I have to get ready for work."

"No," Blaine whined sleepily, throwing a leg over Kurt's and pressing even closer to Kurt's body.

Kurt closed his eyes momentarily and tried to quell the urge to stay in bed wrapped up in Blaine's warmth, but it was difficult when he was distracted by Blaine's bare skin pressed up against his own.

"Blaine," Kurt said firmly, mustering all of his willpower, and he soon felt Blaine's grip reluctantly ease. Rather than get out of bed, Kurt turned so that he and Blaine were face to face. Blaine blinked sleepily at him with a small smile and Kurt's lips mirrored him, his fingers gently caressing the back of Blaine's hand where it was still draped over his waist.

"You're going to come by my office at lunch right?" Kurt asked softly.

"Mmm hmm," Blaine murmured. "I can't wait to finally see where you work as a big shot in the New York fashion industry."

Kurt smiled as Blaine yawned widely. He kissed the tip of Blaine's nose. "I wouldn't say I'm quite there yet, but it's only a matter of time. Now go back to sleep. I'll see you later."

Kurt reluctantly rolled out from Blaine's warm embrace and moved over to his drawers to gather some clothes to wear. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Blaine move in the bed, and he looked over his shoulder to see that rather than go back to sleep Blaine had rolled onto his stomach, the sheets slipping tantalisingly low so that all of his back was exposed and his arms wrapped tightly around the pillow as he watched Kurt intently.

"I thought you were supposed to be going back to sleep?" Kurt asked.

"I was," Blaine said coyly, his voice still a little rough from sleep as his eyes wandered down to Kurt's bare ass. "But I'd rather enjoy the view."

Kurt threw Blaine a mock glare before grabbing a robe and wrapping it around himself, much to Blaine's displeasure if his whine of protest was anything to go by. Walking over, Kurt leaned down and pressed a kiss to Blaine's forehead.

"Go to sleep," he ordered gently.

"Mm'kay, Blaine murmured, his eyes already beginning to droop.

Smiling fondly, Kurt pulled the blankets back over Blaine's shoulders to keep him warm before moving around the room and gathering up the clothes they had scattered around the room last night, taking them with him to put in the hamper. With one last look at his now sleeping boyfriend, he left to go have a shower and get ready for work.


Blaine awoke several hours after Kurt had left with a smile on his face. After all of the delays with snow storms and plane transfers, he was finally in New York for the weekend, and he was going to make sure that this one was going to end up much better than the last time he was in New York. He felt warm and cosy snuggled under the blankets and the only thing that could make him feel any better right now would be if Kurt was still there with him.

Stretching out lazily in the bed, his eyes swept the room, taking in all of the little knickknacks and treasured possessions that were scattered around. He noticed that there was a photo of Blaine on the bedside table (much like Blaine had one of Kurt on his – he had several in fact) as well as photos of the two of them and some of his family on the drawers across the room. As his eyes tracked over the clean floor he immediately froze, instantly recognizing his dilemma. He was currently stark naked in the bed, and his clothes from the night before were no longer on the floor. To make matters worse, all of his clothes were still in his suitcase which was at that very moment sitting next to the sofa outside of the privacy of Kurt's partition.

Biting his lip, Blaine ran through his options. He could hear Rachel singing in the shower, so he could quickly run out and grab his suitcase and hope she didn't emerge from the shower in that time and see his state of undress. Or he could wrap the sheet around him in an attempt at modesty, but the sheet was quite large and also appeared to be vaguely see through, and knowing his luck he would find a way to somehow trip over it as he tried to juggle the sheet and his suitcase, resulting in him exposing himself to the world.

Realising there was only one safe option left that he felt comfortable with, Blaine walked over to one of Kurt's drawers and pulled out a shirt and a pair of sweats. While Kurt could sometimes be picky with who could borrow his clothes, Blaine was his boyfriend – it wouldn't exactly be the first time that they had exchanged clothing. He was sure that Kurt wouldn't mind if he borrowed some for a few minutes while he grabbed his own clothes and toiletries and waited for Rachel to be finished in the shower.

Throwing on the clothes, he pulled back the curtain and stepped out into the lounge and was instantly grateful that he had chosen the borrowed clothes option when the apartment door rolled opened and Santana walked in.

Santana's eyes flicked up and down Blaine's body before fixating on the top of his head and she smirked. "Hey there Frou-Frou."

Blaine's hand immediately flew to his hair, realizing the gel had come undone completely during the night through the combination of sleep and him and Kurt's rigorous bedroom activities, and tried unsuccessfully to flatten his unruly curls.

"Oh give it up," Santana said as she closed the door behind her. "We all saw you at prom. This is nothing compared to that hot mess."

Blaine's hand dropped back to his side, although his fingers still twitched, itching to reach back up to try and tame his hair. Clearing his throat, he addressed Santana. "I thought you had moved out?"

Santana shrugged as she rolled her suitcase into her old room, her voice drifting through the curtain. "The reason I was kicked out of here in the first place was because I couldn't play nice with Rachel's pet. I figure now that Card-Brody is out of the picture…" She re-emerged from her room with a victorious smile, hands on her hips and very much looking like the cat that ate the cream. "It means that I'm back in."

Santana stopped and looked around curiously. "So where is your other half? Now that you're here I thought that the two of you would have been like conjoined twins. Except instead of being joined at the hip you would have been joined at the –"

"Kurt is at work," Blaine interrupted just as she started to use her hands to indicate just exactly what she had intended to say. "I'm meeting him for lunch."

"I see," Santana said, heading towards the kitchen. "Coffee?"

"Uh, yes please."

The bathroom door opened and Rachel emerged in a cloud of steam, still in the process of drying her hair. Seeing Santana in the kitchen, she stopped, opened her mouth as if to say something, then simply shrugged in resignation.

Moving over to Blaine, she greeted him with a warm hug before turning to Santana.

"So I take it you heard that Brody moved out," she asked her.

"Kurt may have mentioned it," she replied. "Coffee?"

"Sure." Rachel turned towards Blaine. "So Blaine, what are your plans for the day while Kurt's at work?"

"Well, I did bring some homework to keep me occupied –"

Santana sniffed in disgust. "Homework? While you're in New York? Oh no no no Fuzzy Bear, there is no way I'm going to let you be so lame. I'm going to take you out to breakfast."

"That's a great idea!" Rachel added. "We haven't actually hung out properly since… well I can't really remember when. Last year sometime?"

"Sure, sounds fun," Blaine said. "Just let me go for a shower first and then we can go."

Blaine turned away from the pair and bent to fish out the things he needed for his shower when he heard a snicker from Santana behind him.

"What?" he asked, turning his head to look at her.

"Oh nothing," Santana said, smirk back on her face. "I just never realised Kurt was so kinky, that's all."

Blaine froze for a moment, his mind whirling. Santana had only just arrived back at the apartment – there was no way she knew about their little role playing last night. "What do you mean?" he asked innocently.

Coming up behind him, Santana grabbed him by the shoulders and steered him into the bathroom. Facing him towards the mirror, she hunted through all the toiletries until she had grabbed a small, hand held mirror and held it up behind Blaine's head, her fingers pointing at the back of his neck.

Blaine's eyes followed her finger before widening slightly when he saw several dark red and quite obvious scratch marks running from the back of his neck and disappearing beneath his shirt.

Santana grinned wickedly. "Only one thing I can say to that – wanky."


The three of them ended up going out for coffee as well as breakfast after a failed attempt at making coffee prompted Santana to declare that even a rundown old coffee shop would be able to produce a better coffee than she could. They shared a cab to head further into the city since Blaine had to be there to meet up with Kurt for lunch anyway, and found a cosy looking café where they ordered their coffee's and some baked goods to share.

"Now Blaine, I'd like to introduce you to my favourite part of the city," Santana said as they all settled down in a little table next to the café's window; Santana and Rachel on one side, Blaine on the other. "Yes there are all the big sights that I'm sure Kurt is going to take you to at some point, like the Statue of Liberty, and Broadway yadda yadda yadda, but the best sight of all is…" Santana swept an arm out in a grand gesture towards the window where people were busy walking back and forth, engrossed in their own lives as they were swept up in the hustle and bustle of the Big Apple. "People watching."

"Really?" Rachel asked incredulously. "This is what you spend all of your spare time doing?"

Santana shrugged. "What can I say, it entertains me. And besides, when people think of New York, they only think of the big, flashy things, but this is where you get a feel for what New York is really like. For example…" Santana looked around for a few seconds before pointing out a young man in a phone booth. "See that guy there. Totally cheating on his wife."

"Oh come on, you can't possibly know that," Blaine insisted.

"The guy is using a phone booth. Who in this day and age of marvellous technology uses one of those when we have the good old convenience of a cell phone?"

"His phone could have died," Blaine pointed out.

Santana waved her bagel at him. "Or he's trying to hide the evidence of his shenanigans – I've seen the movie Phone Booth, I know how this stuff works. Ask Rachel here, I'm a very good judge of character – I may not be 100% correct about all the details, but I know when someone is up to something shady and that guy is up to something shady. It's a gift. Come on, give it a go – it's fun."

Blaine glanced outside before looking back at Santana. "I don't think so."

"Well you're no fun," Santana sulked.

Ignoring her, Blaine reached across the table and placed a comforting hand on Rachel's arm. "That reminds me, I've been meaning to ask how you are – Kurt told me about you and Brody. I'm sorry."

"That's very sweet of you Blaine, but you don't have to apologize. Brody and I had a little falling out over who knows what, and he moved it, but once we talk it over like a pair of mature adults, I'm sure we'll sort out our differences."

From next to Rachel, Santana scoffed into her coffee.

"I don't want to hear it right now Santana," Rachel said before Santana could get a word out. "You weren't there – you don't know what happened and I'm not in the mood for any of your conspiracy theories."

Santana looked like she wanted to say something in retaliation but to Blaine's surprise she bit her tongue. "Fine Berry, if that's the way you want to play it – oh, of all the luck!" Santana cut herself off midsentence, her eyes narrowing dangerously.

Blaine and Rachel glanced at each other questioningly. Rachel turned to face Santana before following her line of sight to something behind Blaine's shoulder. "What is it – oh."

Blaine frowned, not happy with being the only one not knowing what was going on. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Rachel said, a little too quickly before plastering the largest, most fake smile Blaine had ever seen – and he had seen some of her more interesting attempts at acting when his brother had come to Lima. "Oh hello," she said to someone just behind Blaine.

Blaine turned and was faced with a tall man with longish blonde hair hidden under a beanie (who vaguely reminded him a little of Jeremiah, and the brief memory of the Gap fiasco made Blaine cringe all over again). The man's eyes flickered briefly over Blaine before focusing on Rachel and Santana.

"Hello Rachel. Santana," he greeted in a British accent.

"Hello Adam," Rachel her voice so overly friendly it was clear that it wasn't genuine. Once again, Santana didn't say a word, instead choosing to stare coldly at the intruder from her place at the table. At the mention of the name, Blaine stiffened in his seat – so this was the infamous Adam.

Adam's eyes wandered around the table once more.

"So uh, where's Kurt?"

"He's at work," Rachel told him.

"Right," Adam said, the atmosphere getting more and more uncomfortable with each passing second. "How is he?"

"He's good," Santana said, finally speaking up, her tone of voice sickly sweet to match the smile now gracing her features. "In fact, he's doing great, especially now that Blaine here is in New York for the weekend. He just couldn't be happier."

For the first time Adam finally seemed to notice Blaine sitting at the table. "Oh, you're Blaine," he said, his eyes giving Blaine a brief once over. "It's nice to meet you."

"I'm afraid I can't say the same," Blaine said politely, his voice just as stiff as his posture.

Adam nodded, and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Right. Well, I'll guess I'll see you at school Rachel. Tell Kurt I said hi."

"We won't," Santana said, folding her arms over her chest, and wiggled her fingers goodbye as Adam left the café.

"What is wrong with you?" Rachel hissed, turning to Santana. "Did you have to be so rude?"

"What's wrong with me? What's up with you? You're supposed to be Hummel's bff, and yet here you are playing nice after what he did instead of chewing him out!"

"I have to see him at NYADA! Sorry for trying to be civil! It doesn't mean that I'm not angry at him. And besides, I've never been one afraid to make a scene, but his appearance caught me by surprise – I didn't have time to prepare a thorough dressing down."

Santana now turned to Blaine. "And I'm surprised you didn't have anything more to say. If I had been in your shoes I would have gone all Lima Heights on his ass."

Blaine shrugged as his fingers idly traced over his name written on his coffee cup (it actually said 'Fuzzy Bear' because unfortunately for him, Santana had ordered the coffee's and she couldn't resist another jibe at his appearance that morning). "I don't see the point. It's not like I see him as a threat or anything – I know that Kurt loves me and doesn't want to see Adam anymore, so why start something that will only embarrass Kurt anyway? Besides, Kurt can handle himself – he doesn't need me interfering or trying to fight his battles for him. Kurt has already said his piece to Adam, so there is nothing more that needs to be said on my end."

"Wow, you are way more Zen than I could ever be," Santana said, ripping off a piece of her bagel and popping it in her mouth.

Blaine nodded, glancing back in the direction that Adam had left before giving an awkward chuckle. "He is kind of cute I guess – good thing Kurt and I weren't still on our break huh?"

"Yeah, if you like Gordon Ramsey," Santana scoffed, looking around at the table. "Please tell me I'm not the only one who noticed the resemblance."

"Don't you even think that way," Rachel assured him, this time being the one to lean forward and placing a comforting hand on his. "Even if you had still been on your break Kurt would never have gone out with him – he's always been madly in love with you. And besides," she gave Blaine a wink. "In the looks department he's got nothing on you."

"Rachel does have a point," Santana agreed. "We are all well aware that I am more into the female persuasion when it comes to sex, but if there was ever the remote chance that I would want to fool around with guys again, you'd definitely be the one of the few to make my lady loins quiver."

Blaine scrunched up his face, but smiled anyway. "Thanks?" He looked out the window, searching for a distraction from the way this conversation had unfortunately turned. "So what do you think is the story with that lady yelling at that man on the corner?"

"Ah, good pick young grasshopper," Santana said, spying the woman in question, happy to go with his subject change. "Here's my theory…"


"Okay, thank you everyone for coming in, now go and enjoy your weekend," Isabelle said as she finished the meeting. "Oh and Kurt," she said as Kurt began to rise. "Thanks for your contribution – there were a couple of great ideas in there."

Kurt beamed, but shrugged modestly as everyone else filed out of the room. "They were just a few minor suggestions."

"Maybe so, but it's that extra 10% that turns something good into something great," Isabelle told him. "So, any big plans for the weekend?"

"Yes actually. My boyfriend is in New York for the weekend, so…" Kurt trailed off, figuring his silence would speak volumes.

"Ooh, the boyfriend's in town," Isabelle teased kindly, leaning against the conference table. "I've got to hand it to you; I'm impressed that you've managed to hold on to a long distance relationship, particularly with the both of you being so young. I've never had to experience one myself personally, but from what I've heard from friends who have, they're incredibly hard, and these are people who've had years and years of relationship experience under their belts."

"It is hard," Kurt admitted. "I miss him all the time, and some days are harder than others, but I love Blaine which makes all of it worth it."

"Well, I would very much like to one day meet the guy who was special enough to snag the fabulous Kurt Hummel."

"He actually should be here soon if you really want to meet him," Kurt said. "He's supposed to be meeting me here for lunch and then I'm going to show him around."

There was a short rap on the door and the receptionist's head popped into the conference room. "Sorry to interrupt, but Kurt, there is a very handsome young man here to see you. He's waiting for you at your desk."

"Thanks Lisa," Kurt said, jumping a little on the spot giddily. He turned back to Isabelle with a little quirk of his shoulder. "Speak of the devil."

"Shall we?" Isabelle gestured towards the door.

"Of course," Kurt said, quickly grabbing his things before leading Isabelle over to his cubicle where Blaine was sitting, his chin resting on his hand as he gazed at a photo perched on Kurt's desk that Kurt knew to be of himself, Blaine and the rest of the Hummel-Hudson family that had been taken this past Christmas.

The soft smile that was playing across Blaine's features turned into one of absolute delight the second he caught sight of Kurt walking towards him. He stood up and greeted Kurt with a kiss to the cheek before handing Kurt a single, long stemmed rose with a flourish. "There was a man on the corner selling these and I couldn't resist," he told Kurt.

"Blaine, you didn't have to do that," Kurt said as he brought the flower to his nose.

"I know, but I wanted to," Blaine said, essentially parroting the words Kurt had said to him at the airport the day before. "And besides, I want to shower you with romance in the few days that we have with each other."

"Aw," cooed a voice from just behind Kurt's shoulder, and Kurt suddenly remembered that Isabelle was with him. It would seem that the second he had seen Blaine, all awareness of anything else had completely disappeared, including the presence of his boss.

"Oh right. Blaine, I'd like you to meet my boss, Isabelle Wright. Isabelle, this is my boyfriend, Blaine Anderson."

"It's so nice to meet you Miss Wright," Blaine said, extending a hand.

"Well it's lovely to meet you too Blaine," Isabelle replied, shaking his hand with a pleased smile. "And please, call me Isabelle."

"Of course," Blaine said. "I have to say, it really is an honour to meet you. I admire your work, and Kurt has told me so much about you."

"Why thank you, and all good things I hope," Isabelle teased.

"Nothing but the best, I assure you," Blaine smiled.

Kurt watched the interaction between the two with his hands clasped together and his eyes twinkling in delight. Blaine was executing the role of good boyfriend perfectly and his boss – well it was obvious that she was charmed.

"So Blaine, this isn't your first visit to New York, is it?"

"No," Blaine responded. "But it is only my second, so there's still so much to see."

"There is a lot that this wonderful city has to offer, but you'll have plenty of time to see it all eventually. Kurt tells me you plan on moving out here once you graduate?"

Blaine nodded. "Yes. I've applied for NYADA, but also to Julliard and NYU just in case. Regardless of what happens, nothing is going to stop me from moving out here." Blaine finished by glancing over at Kurt with that adoring look Kurt knew so well.

"Well I'm sure the two of you are eager to be on your way, so I'll stop harassing you," Isabelle said, clapping her hands together.

"You're not harassing us," Kurt and Blaine protested at the same time, and Isabelle quickly raised a hand to her mouth to hide a smile.

"Before we leave, I was wondering if I could use the bathroom quickly?" Blaine asked Kurt.

"Of course you can." He extended an arm out and pointed down the hall. "It's just down there, second door to your left – you can't miss it."

"Thanks," Blaine said. He turned to Isabelle once more. "Again, it was very nice to meet you Isabelle."

"Likewise," Isabelle replied, watching Blaine disappear down the hall with a soft sigh. "That has to be, without a doubt, the most charming man I have ever met."

"I know," Kurt agreed. "And it's completely natural too – I don't think he even realises he's doing it. And when he talks to you he has this way of looking at you like you're the only person in the world and no matter what you say it's the most interesting thing he's ever heard, and, um…" Kurt trailed off when he noticed Isabelle watching him and realised he had begun to ramble.

"Oh don't be embarrassed," Isabelle grinned, lightly slapping Kurt's arm. "I think it's sweet that you still swoon over your boyfriend. And I can see why – if I was only 15 years younger… and a gay guy of course." She nudged Kurt with her elbow teasingly. "From what I've seen, you've done well Kurt. It's obvious that you two adore each other, not to mention the fact that the both of you make a ridiculously attractive couple."

"We try," Kurt preened, playfully adjusting his hair when out of the corner of his eye he noticed Blaine reappearing in the hallway.

"Don't let me keep you," Isabelle insisted, also noticing Blaine. "Go have fun, and I'll see you next week."

"Right, let me just find something to put this flower in first…" Kurt said, remembering the rose in his hand. It would be nice into come to work next week and have a reminder of this weekend sitting on his desk.

"Don't be ridiculous, I'll do that for you. I guarantee that this rose will be waiting for you the next time you're here." Isabelle took the rose from Kurt's hands and began to gently push him towards the elevators. "Now go! We don't want to keep your man waiting."

With a grateful smile, Kurt walked over to where Blaine was waiting. Blaine pressed the button for the elevator while extending his other arm, to which Kurt immediately looped his arm through.

"Alright let's get this weekend started," Kurt said, and glancing back towards his cubicle he saw Isabelle still standing there, watching the two of them with a soft look and her hands over her heart. "Oh, and just so you know I think Isabelle likes you."

"I like her too," Blaine said. "I'm glad I could make a good impression on your boss. I wouldn't want to reflect badly on you."

The pair headed inside the elevator once the doors had opened. Kurt turned his head so that he could look Blaine in the eye. "Honey, trust me when I say that I don't think that it's even possible for you to ever reflect badly on anyone, least of all me," he said as the doors closed behind them.


A/N: Just a quick little note. So in case you haven't noticed by now, this fic is going to be mostly fluff, but that's why I wrote it - I wanted to see these two boys in love actually enjoy a proper weekend in New York together (plus eventually get a little sneak peak of what is eventually going to happen in the show anyway, which is life would be like with Santana, Rachel, Kurt and Blaine all living together). And just a little side note: if you look carefully in the locker room scene in Guilty Pleasures (the ep set after this fic), someone actually pointed out you can see what look like scratches on the back of Blaine's neck, so of course, I just had to incorporate that into my story! ;-)