Kurt sank down in his chair heavily. He turned his computer on with a sigh, and attempted to concentrate on the huge mass of emails that demanded his attention. Spending twenty four hours with his boyfriend had been heavenly, but the scene he had just witnessed was not.

Blaine, ever the gentleman, had been nothing but polite and courteous when introduced to Scott. He had smiled warmly, and shaken the younger mans hand. He had graciously enquired as to Scott's well being, and made small talk about the weather, and how he was liking London. All had gone well, until Scott had casually asked whether Blaine was aware he and Kurt were dating.

In a flash, Blaine's eyes had turned almost black. He had reached out for Kurt's hand and pulled him close, informing Scott with an almost animalistic snarl that Kurt was his, and anyone who thought otherwise was sorely mistaken. Although Scott towered over Blaine, there was no doubt as to who was the tougher. Scott had retreated- hands raised- with a small apology, before informing Kurt that he would see him later.

After that, all Kurt had gotten out of a very terse looking Blaine was a prompt kiss on the cheek and a mumbled promise that he too would see him later, before watching him walk swiftly away- hands still balled into fists at his side. Once he had navigated Laura- who demanded to know why he was still in yesterday's clothes (as Kurt had predicted) he had gone straight to his office, bypassing the coffee machine in case Scott was lurking.

Running his hands through his already out of control hair, Kurt sighed heavily again, torn between trying to bury himself in work or calling Rachel to discuss the precarious situation he now found himself in. In the end he opted for the former, on the basis that Rachel would probably be at work already and wouldn't really appreciate him interrupting her class preparations.

As hard as he tried though, Kurt couldn't let his mind cloud over with visions and ideas for new outfits, or what fabrics to use for his next creation as he usually would. Instead he found himself worrying about what Blaine was doing right now. He had always been possessive, and Kurt had secretly quite liked it. If Blaine had ever seen another guy looking at Kurt in a club or bar, he had been quick to pull him closer, and make an overt display of kissing his neck or rubbing against him in an almost indecent manner. Kurt usually found himself so turned on by the slight aggression behind Blaine's touch, that it wasn't long before they were rapidly making their excuses to friends and exiting swiftly, lips locked together and hands already roaming before they'd even found a cab.

But everything was different now. For a start, Blaine had looked as if he would actually act on his anger, until Scott had backed down. That worried Kurt somewhat, but what worried him more was the future. They only had two days before Blaine had to go back to New York. How was Blaine going to feel when he was three thousand miles away if Kurt was to say he was going for after work drinks? Would Blaine have enough trust and belief in him- in them- to make this distance thing work? Kurt was not looking forward to the discussion that would inevitably happen later.

He tried to concentrate on responding to emails, but after realizing he had addressed more than one client as Blaine, he gave up and let his head fall forwards, hitting the desk with a soft thump.

It was this position that Scott found Kurt in ten minutes later, as he raised his hand to knock hesitantly on the half open door. After hearing what he thought was a muffled 'come in,' he pushed the door open further and stepped into the room.

"Coffee?"

Kurt looked up sharply, not expecting to see the rather worried looking man before him.

"Thanks." He reached for the cup gratefully and took a sip before trying not to grimace. Far too much sweetener and not enough milk. He smiled inwardly as he warmly remembered that Blaine still knew his order.

Scott cleared his throat and shuffled awkwardly on the thick carpet, as Kurt waited for him to start speaking.

"So...that was Blaine, then."

"Yes."

"And..."

"And what?" Kurt enquired casually, all too aware that he was making Scott sweat it out for no reason whatsoever.

"Well, would you care to fill me in on what's going on?" Scott replied in his clipped English accent. Kurt gestured for him to sit, before regarding him coolly.

Really, he was struggling to remember why he had agreed to go on a date with him in the first place. It wasn't that he was bad looking, just that he was so far from Kurt's 'type' it was unreal. At 6.1, Scott was tall, whereas Kurt prefered a partner to be slightly shorter. His dark blonde hair was closely cropped, and Kurt found himself wondering why he kept it like that, when hair pulling was such a turn on. And his eyes...his eyes were blue. Again, not unpleasant, but there was no depth behind them...you couldn't get lost in them like you could in Blaine's.

And then it hit him. Blaine was his 'type', the only person he had ever been seriously physically attracted to. He had subconsciously agreed to go out with Scott for exactly that reason, to try and find somebody so far removed from Blaine that he would forget him entirely. It hadn't worked. Kurt found himself feeling immensely relieved.

"Kurt?"

"What?" He snapped, annoyed at having his daydream interrupted.

"I asked what is going on. Between you and Blaine I mean."

"He found me."

"I can see that. I'd like to know what that display was out on the street though. Did he feel a sudden urge to become re-acquainted with your lips? Because I'm confused." Scott bit out as he glared across at Kurt.

"Just shut up and listen." Kurt snapped back. "First, I don't know why you actually think you have the right to interrogate me like this. We've been on a handful of dates, sure, but we were never in any way exclusive to one another. And if you dare dispute that I'll call Richard down from accounts and he can give us his opinion."

Scott shifted uncomfortably in the chair as he blushed. Kurt felt a flicker of satisfaction at this, and continued.

"I told you Blaine broke my heart. I also told you I didn't know why. Well now I do. And I can't say I'm necessarily ok with the whole situation, there are certainly some things that need to still be resolved. But I can say that I understand why he acted as he did. We talked things through. For a long time. And..." Kurt broke off to grin dopily as he recalled their date the day before.

"And?"

"And it's still there, Scott. The pull, the attraction, the spark, the love. It's all still there." Kurt leaned across the desk. The passion and intensity with which he spoke was reflected in his shining blue eyes.

"I see." Scott swallowed thickly as he stood up.

"I'm sorry, Scott. If I've misled you, or upset you in any way. But Blaine's my eternity."

"Eternity." the tall man repeated dully.

"Yes."

"How can you know that, Kurt? The guy fucks off years ago, then shows up again out of the blue and suddenly you're talking about eternity? Don't pull that crap with me Kurt. Six fucking months I've been chasing you, and I've gotten one lousy blowjob out of it. He walks in and takes your heart?"

"He's had it all along," Kurt said calmly, lacing his fingers under his chin, "Heart, body, soul. It's all his."

"Well don't come running to me when he abandons you again."

"Out."

Both men jumped as a third voice entered the room. Wheeling around quickly, Scott found an enraged looking Blaine standing in the doorway, with a timid Laura peeking out from behind him, mouthing an apologetic 'sorry' at Kurt.

"Excuse me?" Scott replied indignantly.

"You heard me. Get the fuck out of my boyfriend's office. Now."

"And what right do you have to order me about, short stuff?" Scott demanded as he jabbed a finger at Blaine's chest.

"No right at all. But I don't care. I'm telling you to move. Now. Or I will move you."

Scott regarded Blaine for a moment, as if trying to decide whether it was worth risking standing his ground. In the end, it was Laura who spoke.

"Just go, Scott. Leave them alone. Go to womenswear and annoy Daniel instead." Kurt quirked an eyebrow at this but remained silent, watching the events unfold before him.

"Why are you on his side?" Scott whined, as he brushed past Blaine and headed out the door.

"He's hotter." Laura shrugged as she gave Blaine a quick once over, before closing the door with a smile.

Left alone, the two men regarded each other across the room.

"How long were you standing there?" Kurt asked in a small voice.

"Long enough."

"How much did you hear?"

"Not all of it. But I heard that jerk claim that you had given him an unsatisfactory blowjob. Which must be bullshit, because you are in no way unsatisfactory at that."

Kurt smiled softly as he looked down at his folded hands. Blaine walked towards the desk and pulled Kurt out of the chair. Pushing it to one side, he wrapped his arms around the taller man from behind, allowing his hot breath to fan over his pale neck. Kurt immediately felt all his blood rushing south, as he groaned softly and leand his head back onto Blaine's shoulder.

"Anything else?" He asked breathlessly.

"Yeah," Blaine murmured as he placed a soft kiss just below his ear. "I heard you say that every bit of you belongs to me." Blaine whispered, as he removed Kurt's scarf and ran his tongue from his collarbone up to his ear, before biting softly on his earlobe.

"It does...Oh God, Blaine!" Kurt managed to get out as he tilted his neck to one side to grant his boyfriend better access.

"I think we better make sure no one forgets that." Blaine said, voice thick with lust as he bit down hard on Kurt's neck. Sucking and biting, then running his tongue softly over the bruises he was leaving, Blaine revelled in the other man's wanton moans as he palmed Kurt's growing erection through his jeans. He wound one hand into soft chestnut hair and tugged hard, as he set to work unbuttoning his own pants, then Kurt's. All the while, his lips never left Kurt's neck.

Kurt found himself arching backwards against Blaine's hardness, letting forth a string of expletives because holy crap, being attacked from behind by an angry, jealous boyfriend was insanely hot. As his jeans pooled around his ankles, Kurt bent eagerly over the desk in front of him, white ass perched high in the air. He looked back over his shoulder to tell Blaine where he could find lube, but evidently his boyfriend had come prepared, standing stroking his thick, hard cock in the stuff.

"You want me baby?" Blaine said darkly, eyes blown wide and trying not to come just from the sight in front of him.

"Fuck, yes" Kurt whined as Blaine let his finger slowly circle his tight hole, still glowing red from their mornings activities.

"Are you my cockslut Kurt?"

"Jesus Christ! Yes, Blaine, yes!" Blaine took Kurt's hands and shoved them- palms down- on top of the desk to stop him from touching himself. He knew how dirty talk turned his boyfriend on, and he didn't want this over yet.

"Stay." He ordered as he pushed two fingers deep inside Kurt's tight heat, causing him to cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Before long, Blaine was pressing himself against Kurt's entrance. Pulling his fingers out, he swiftly rammed his whole length inside, with a shout from both of them. Grabbing Kurt's hips tightly, Blaine began to pound into him relentlessly, panting hard with the exertion.

"Who do you belong to?" Blaine growled.

"You...fuck yes...you" Kurt whimpered as he rested his forehead against the cool wood of the desk. Suddenly he found his head being yanked back as Blaine wound his fingers into his hair and pulled sharply.

"Say my name." He panted.

"Blaine!" Kurt shouted as the man in question wrapped his other hand around Kurt's cock, which was begging for attention. "Shit! I...I'm yours Blaine! Take me, please!"

With that, Kurt was coming hard, all over the desk. Three more thrusts, and Blaine followed, collapsing forward over Kurt's back as he tried to remain standing upright. Pulling out carefully, he gave Kurt's shoulder a soft, tender kiss.

"There," Blaine said smugly as he looked at the large red and purple bruises standing out starkly against Kurt's pale skin. "Now he'll know you're taken. And don't ever let him touch this." He said, with a sharp smack to Kurt's perfectly round ass.

Kurt let out a yelp of surprise, then tried not to grimace too much as stood up to collect his jeans. Hastily wiping himself with some tissue, he stole a glance at Blaine. Sat back in Kurt's chair, pants now fastened, his hands were folded on his belly as he swiveled back and forth. A smug grin played on his lips. It was fair to say he was feeling more than pleased with himself.

"C'mere," He said, holding his arms out to Kurt, who settled precariously on his lap. Blaine began rubbing small circles on Kurt's back, as he tucked his head into the crook of Blaine's neck.

"Say my name, Blaine? Really?" Kurt asked with a soft laugh. Blaine chuckled too.

"Hey, I get carried away, what can I say?" He replied in mock defense. "Anyway, watch it, or I'll be calling you my bitch next."

"It's a good thing I love you." Kurt said as he placed a kiss to the tip of Blaine's nose.

"It really is." Blaine agreed as he lifted Kurt easily and set him on his feet. "Now I've got to be going. I've got to make a few calls and write up some case notes before tonight. I'll come back around five, if that's ok?"

"Sounds perfect." Kurt answered with a smile. Something caught suddenly in the corner of Kurt's vision. "My desk!" he shrieked, as he hastily ran towards it. "Holy shit am I going to be in trouble."

Blaine looked at it. Without another word, he walked over and in one swift motion, licked the streaks of white come from the desk. Straightening up, he placed a kiss to Kurt's open mouth, making sure to run his tongue along his lips as he did so.

"Love you. See you at five." Blaine said simply, before turning on his heel and exiting the office.

He pulled open the door to be greeted by Laura and several other women hastily rushing to appear like they hadn't just eavesdropped on the whole thing. Smiling inwardly, Blaine greeted them all with a polite nod.

"Afternoon Ladies." He said, as he fastened his jacket and headed outside.